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phanfictioncatalogue · 7 months ago

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3k-5k Words Fics (6) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

A Nun and A Priest: You Get Me Closer to God (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: When Dan dresses up as a sexy nun for Halloween in America, he finds himself longing for a sexy priest.

and the days after that (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: He can hear Dan’s voice coming down the hall, laughing with someone from the crew, and it makes his breath stop in his chest.

(doomed tour usa, autumn 2022)

cat bells (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: The catboy photoshoot, except it all goes weirdly wrong because Phil accidentally bought Dan a magic cat costume off the internet. Oops.

🌸 cherry blossom 🌸 (ao3) - natigail

Summary: It had been a silly dream at first. The idea to have a cherry blossom tree in their garden they didn't even have yet. It hadn't felt like it was something that would really happen.

But it was real. Dan was watching their tree, Phil's arms around him, and hoping they would get to see its first bloom soon.

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

Comfort in Chaos (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil wakes to Dan having a nightmare that he struggles to rouse him from. It later transpires that there is a reason behind his unsettled and panicked behaviour.

DreamCasts Presents (ao3) - SummerFlingsAndThings (QueenJunoTheGreat)

Summary: Phil's son is obsessed with the faceless man who narrates audiobooks.

Dan's daughter is obsessed with the brightly dressed librarian in charge of the children's department.

And Dan and Phil? Well, they're a little obsessed with one another.

easy for you to say (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Phil tries to convince Dan to throw away the grey shirt. Dan can’t do it.

Golden Boy (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil takes a drawing class in university and needs a subject for his drawing final.

growing up or just going down (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil is 15 years old today. He's going to have the best birthday of his life, to kick off the best year of his life.

Right?

hard launch at last (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “Maybe the exact right moment won’t ever present itself.” Dan can feel himself hurtling towards some cosmic revelation as they stand here on a sandy beach in Portugal, the ocean bringing out the blue in Phil’s eyes.

home renovations (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Phil is a new homeowner with a knack for getting himself into awkward situations around cute guys. Dan is a builder who's always working on renovations around Phil's house. What could go wrong?

(An alternate meeting YouTuber Phil/builder Dan AU.)

I know you, hands under my sweatshirt (ao3) - midorijpg

Summary: “How are you?”

It's with an undertone of fear that he dares ask that, as always, even if he knows that he’s lucky if Dan even decides to answer. And as he imagines, Dan just tilts his head, looking at him as if lost in thought, swinging the bottle with his hand before just resting it on the floor.

“Make room,” he just says.

“What?”

“I said, make room.”

or, something something about having bad days and growing up and realizing you don't (completely) fit in couches anymore.

in this smoking chaos (ao3) - writingcollective

Summary: Dan bottoms for the first time, not being able to shut down his inner demons that whisper internalised homophobic thoughts into his ear. But Phil guides him through it, somehow.

Like a cicada rhythm. (ao3) - emmibug

Summary: every night they share the same bed, legs twisted together, arms holding each other close. dan and phil haven’t grown up from their childlike sense of friendship which leads people to believe there’s something deeper going on.

a dan and phil childhood best friends to lovers AU where they share the same bed and always have done.

Magi (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Dan doesn’t know how he hadn't thought about a gift for Phil yet. Phil is still feeling a little weird about how much he spent on Dan’s gift.

A fic about coincidence and sacrifice.

Neighbourly Nook (ao3) - wednesday_ukiru

Summary: The stranger had a dimple on his cheek that appeared when he laughed.

“I’m Dan,” he said, extending his hand. Phil reached for it with extreme eagerness, their knuckles knocking together in a particularly painful way, and they both winced, but Dan immediately broke into a smile. “I don’t know why I offered you a handshake, I never know how to do them.”

Revolving Door (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Phil really doesn’t want to think about what Dan said. He really would like to leave, and take this strangled feeling elsewhere. But he can’t stop listening to Dan’s song.

so american (ao3) - ae121

Summary: Phil has been living in London for a year and thinks he's gotten pretty used to the city. He works part-time at a bookstore, using it at first to gain some friends, now it's just fun for him. His friends are constantly trying to find him someone to date, but all of his dates don't go well.

Well, that's until he met Dan.

Sunshine on the street at the parade (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a Pride Parade.

so good (ao3) - grievingwarwidow

Summary: dan gets a piercing

since i wrote you last (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan and his letters to Santa over the years.

The Knight of Wands (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil had always had dreams that he couldn't quite comprehend and a certain intuition about what was truly important for his future.

They fade to nothing when I look at him (ao3) - phasamtasie

Summary: Arriving in the kitchen Phil made himself his one cup of coffee he allowed himself on weekend days and stared out the window lost in thought, so it took him a few seconds to register why the light had seemed so much brighter than usual at 8am. With childish delight he saw that it had snowed overnight, and not just the usual UK dusting where one could still see the grass underneath but a proper snow, coating everything outside in a bright white.

Dan and Phil go sledging.

trouble between you and i (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil can't stand the silence for another moment. "I don't want to break up," he says.

Weight on my Shoulders (ao3) - ByTheFire

Summary: When Phil starts getting some unexpected gifts from his dad he starts to worry if he knows something he is not ready to share. Thankfully Dan is there to make it all a bit less scary. All Phil can hope is his dad doesn't want to change who he truly is.

when i walk in the kitchen, my heart hits the floor (ao3) - aura_sky

Summary: a phivorce fic

based on the Renee Rapp song (In the Kitchen)

Dan walks into the kitchen and he misses Phil.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #dan and phil #3k #3k masterlist #5k #5k masterlist

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best-underrated-anime · 10 months ago

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Best Underrated Anime Group J Round 3: #J4 vs #J7

#J4: Kids conquering dungeons to change the world

#J7: Lecherous young man gets engaged to an alien princess

Details and poll under the cut!

#J4: Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

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Summary:

A Magi is a magician whose inclination toward magic is so immense that they can be said to shape the world. With their significant influence, each Magi chooses a worthy candidate to become a king, then helps them conquer strange labyrinths called "Dungeons" and acquire the power of mythical djinns within. Above all else, the Magi supervises their elected representative as they build a country that might one day bring the world to its knees.

Aladdin is a young Magi wandering the world in search of his true self. However, his journey is not a lonely one, as he is accompanied by his friend and mentor Ugo—a djinn he summons using his flute. On his travels, Aladdin also befriends Alibaba Saluja and guides him to a nearby Dungeon. With this newfound friendship, they begin an epic adventure across the world, witnessing various irregularities that seem more frequent than ever.

Propaganda 1:

Imagine characters from Arabian Nights/1001 Nights coming to life in an anime. Even though it is loosely inspired off of the tales, it is a unique time and place from most anime settings. It has action, humor, and deep concepts. One of my favorite parts about Magi is how well-developed the background characters are.

Propaganda 2:

This anime has a lot of philosophical takes on what fate is. Basically, is everything that happened to you caused by a force you can’t control or is it what you make of it? Is there something or rather someone pulling the strings on what should or shouldn’t be? Is the person you are because you were lucky or unlucky to be born in the wealthy family or not? Why are things the way they are? Why was I dealt with a shitty hand in life? Is it because I’ll never amount to anything, or is something doing this to me? Why are we here just to suffer kind of deal, but you know not the meme version, the really sad and real version. Then you have the side of the people who may have not had the best life, but found a way out of it. Why do some people get to feel the light when you went through the same thing, but still lost and in the dark?

Trigger Warnings: Partial nudity and slavery. One of the mains is a slave in the beginning, but the other two mains help free her from that.

#J7: Urusei Yatsura (2022)

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Summary:

When aliens known as the Oni threaten to invade the Earth, they promise to leave under one condition—a randomly-chosen human must win a one-on-one game of tag against Lum, the beautiful daughter of the Oni leader. The “lucky” person selected happens to be the lustful and unlucky high-schooler Ataru Moroboshi. Given 10 days to attempt to grab Lum’s horns, Ataru realizes how impossible the challenge is as he is faced with Lum’s extraterrestrial powers.

Motivated by a promise of marriage from his childhood friend Shinobu Miyake, Ataru manages to catch Lum off guard. He mistakenly grabs hold of her bikini top first, but he eventually achieves his true goal. Although the game is over, Lum misunderstands that she is the one whom Ataru wants to marry, and she decides to move in with him. The poor student constantly tries to shake off the clingy Lum while doing his best to reconcile with his desired fiancée. After Ataru's heroic feat results in such a disastrous outcome, it is questionable whether luck will ever be on his side.

Propaganda:

This anime is actually a reboot; the original came out in the 80s. It honestly does the manga justice compared to the 80s anime. I absolutely love the animation, it really does stick to Rumiko Takahashi’s art style. Though the pacing is a bit different, overall it stays true to its manga counterpart. (It’s honestly too bad the series isn’t very popular in the west, it’s a great comedy/harem type show. And the thing is, it’s not your traditional harem where “the basic guy gets all the girls” which makes the show so much more enjoyable.) Everything about this show really captures the essence of the series. It’s able to be funny while still having its more serious moments. I just really love Urusei Yatsura, it’s so good.

Trigger Warnings: The art style is very colorful and could cause eyestrain

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.

#anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #group stage #group stage round 3 #tournament polls #group j #magi #magi the labyrinth of magic #magi labyrinth of magic #magi: the labyrinth of magic #urusei yatsura #urusei yatsura 2022

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whatithinkaboutdarkshadows · 13 days ago

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In place of episode 653: The Gift of the Magi

No episode of Dark Shadows debuted on ABC-TV 56 years ago today, since that was Christmas Day. So in place of an episode commentary, I’ll share a link to Smartphone Theatre’s 2022 production of “The Gift of the Magi,” starring Kathryn Leigh Scott and David Selby.

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#christmas #dark shadows #david selby #kathryn leigh scott #o. henry #smartphone theatre #Youtube

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tokusaatsus · 2 years ago

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BAKING CUPCAKES

ft. sakasaki natsume

warnings: none

You and Sora have been called the ‘disaster duo’ before–many times, in fact–but you didn’t ever think it was this bad…

You look at your melted-sludge-mix, your sad excuse of cupcakes, your 13th reason why, etc etc. with a dejected expression. Sora, by your side and holding your hand in solidarity, sports something similar.

Sena-senpai, standing near opposite you two with a fire extinguisher in hand, looks like he might pop a blood vessel, with how much strain is visible on his face. “What.” He says–or snaps, rather. “Is wrong with you.” It doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like an accusation. You bravely resist the urge to cower.

“Are you insane.” Another accusation. You notice he’s only glaring at you. Whilst you might protest this kind of behaviour normally, you also think that if Sena-senpai tried to scold Sora you might have to fight him and that would not end well.

“I’m calling Sakasaki.” He gets out his phone. Privately, you don’t think Natsume will care and by extension, neither do you, but considering the fact that these bootleg versions of a proper baked good are supposed to be for his birthday… Ah, well. You shrug, but only mentally. It’s not your problem.

Speak of the devil, and Natsume strolls in just a few minutes after Sena-senpai’s call. Seeing his chance, the older man drops the extinguisher without hesitation and makes his escape, for the sake of his blood pressure.

Natsume takes one look at the kitchen–smouldering oven, messy counter and all–then turns to you with a disappointed expression. “If you’re going to wreck someone’s kitchen, couldn’t it have been Tenshouin’s insteAD?”

“Sorry,” You mumble.

Natsume shrugs and turns to leave. “It’s fiNE. We’ll get senpai to take care of IT.” You think that extra stress is the last thing Tsumugi needs right now but, again, it’s not your problem.

“HiHi, Sora has an idea!” Sora chirps. Natsume pauses in the doorway. “Does Shishou~ know how to make cupcakes?” Natsume’s barely nodded before Sora’s grin widens. “Yay~♪ Shishou~ should teach Sora and Y/N how to make cupcakes! Sora thinks it’ll be fun ♪”

It’ll be fun, you think derisively. Well, it’s not that Sora’s entirely wrong…

“No, Sora-kun, please don’t do that.” Tsumugi pleads, voice crackling from static. He watches you with worried eyes through the screen of a tablet placed on the counter at a precarious angle. The hustle and bustle of the StarPro offices can be heard in the background.

“Shut up, senpAI.” Natsume rolls his eyes. “Don’t listen to him, SoRA. Do IT.”

Sora, clutching a vial of some glowing green substance in one hand and a back of chocolate chips in the other, looks at you. You weigh the pros and cons in your head. Pros: it would be cool, and it’s not like you’re going to be the one eating it. Cons: literally nothing. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“No!” Tsumugi’s cry goes largely ignored, and the four of you watch with interest (You), excitement (Sora), indifference (Natsume) and mild panic (Tsumugi). The batter turns a colour not unlike that of radioactive melted metal. You and Sora exchange a glance, before pouring it into a tray of cupcake moulds and sticking it in the oven and setting the timer.

“Now whAT?” Natsume asks.

“I dunno,” You shrug. “Want to play a game?”

“SuRE.”

Unsurprisingly, 20 minutes goes by incredibly quickly when you end up playing Kiss, Marry, Kill with three (technically four, but Tsumugi’s working) magicians. You’ve just finished cornering Natsume with the choices of Rei, Wataru and Kanata when there’s a ding! Natsume’s sigh of relief does not go unnoticed by you. Sora places the tray of warm, slightly green cupcakes in front of you. “Shishou~ should try the first one!”

Natsume blinks.

“Would you waste all our hard work?” You chime in, grinning madly. “Don’t you know what day it is? Happy birthday, Natsume ♪”

notes!

WC: 654 words

reze txt happy birthday natsume! we love you, nacchan! may you continue to be as magical as you always are <3

#✒️...scribbles!#sakasaki natsume x reader #enstars x reader #sakasaki natsume #switch #enstars #esworks

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stepswowdsen · 5 months ago

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【KagePro】 KuroEne Shibari (Rope Bondage) + Maid Kuroha plays with Ene (NSFW) 🖤💙

(CW: NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator (NSFW)

It just came to mind but ngl it'd be cool to draw a long forked snake tongue variant of this doodle as well. It'd be quick to draw as well.

I think the 1st one with the smug grin fits more, but both are nice ^^

KuroEne Scenario Ideas (NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator

Maid Kuroha plays the roleplay game with Ene

Kuroha ties Ene up with mild shibari (rope bondage)

Sen's Meow Meow Mfs

Masc charas I don't play about: Meow meow mfs 🐈‍⬛🖤🤍

Evil/morally bankrupt little guy!

(Tbh my faves are usually giant…)

Though I have faves who are average height too, like Hibari and Judar

Douman (FGO): 200 cm (6'7")

Hibari (KHR): 169 cm (5'7")

Xanxus (KHR): 188 cm (6'2")

Idate (WATGBS AU): 185 cm (6'1")

Judar (Magi): 173 cm (5'8")

Kuroha/Saeru (KagePro): 182 cm (6'0")

Note: While possessing Konoha's body

I'll put my previous ramble posts under the cut since this post is based on my previous posts. I'll also put my new ideas under the cut too

Anyways I think putting a Content Label and Read more before posting NSFW is a good idea cuz it gives people the option whether they want to opt into seeing it and a warning beforehand so they don't get jumpscared by it (like if you're in public or something)

I prefer clothed intimacy most of the time like it just looks sexier to me. Since the charas are fully clothed, it's pretty tame and nothing explicit is showing but putting a warning cuz the context is NSFW

Anyways I'm trying to practice drawing NSFW cuz I wanna get good at it one day 🙏

Normally I post rambles that I prepared in advance to post cuz I just copy paste them from my Notion docs but I felt sleepy yesterday so I didn't post them before. So I'm just gonna post some stuff I had in mind Ig

Gonna put a warning cuz the doodles are fully clothed intimacy, but REALLY NSFW.

Anyways I'm glad I'm getting better at drawing NSFW ^^

These are much better than my doodles from 2021 - 2022 (which I won't even show cuz they look like doodoo)

Maid Kuroha plays the roleplay game with Ene (NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator (NSFW)

It just came to mind but ngl it'd be cool to draw a long forked snake tongue variant of this doodle as well. It'd be quick to draw as well.

Also did an alt version where Kuroha has a long forked snake tongue

I think the 1st one fits more cuz I like the smug grin, but the 2nd one is also cool

I'm not really paying attention to the way the clothes are drawn in these since I just wanna get the basic idea down

I love their expression here hehe

Also just put the JP version this time cuz I prefer the text formatting in JP. It's easier to format text. I also included the cropped versions

Ene suspended by ropes (shibari rope bondage) (NSFW)

Kuroha/Saeru and Ene play a little game 🖤💙🐍🐇

KuroEne NSFW WIP

When Kuroha proposes wanting to play a game of shibari rope bondage and tying her up, Ene gets all embarrassed as usual, and then agrees to play with him.

Ene: YOU AND YOUR PERVERTED GAMES AGAIN!

Kuroha: I won't deny that. But knowledge comes from experience, right?

She makes him promise to just make it tight enough so that she doesn't fall, or anything, and that it only feels pleasurable and not painful. And Kuroha agrees with her terms.

I redrew Ene’s expression a few times but I’m pretty happy hehe

I still wanted it to be a comfortable position for her so I think this is ok.

Mild bondage is ok for me when it comes to ship intimacy 👍

I’m not into the heavy/extreme forms of it.

I’m not paying too much attention to the ropes so I just used a brush to get the basic idea down.

I'll also show the version without the rope brushes cuz it's covering the sketch

THIS IS FUEL FOR MY GAY ASS. YIPPEE!!!

Technically it’s just Ene but it’s KuroEne (implied). I didn’t know how to fit Kuroha into the piece so I’ll probably sketch something different with him. Like showing his reaction on the other side.

Or drawing both of them from side view, like when Kuroha walks up to her and leans in to touch her face gently while she's tied up.

Suspension bondage where Ene gets held up by ropes and has mild shibari (rope bondage) over her clothes 🥰💞

I was wondering whether to make the ropes black or red… Black, yellow, and red, are all Kuroha’s colours, so I think either is fine. I should probably add more ropes later.

Mf wants to see a needy Ene beg for him 🥰 Once he gets the reaction he wants, he’ll cut the rope that holds the vibrator in place, and then fuck her himself like that. When they’re done, he lets her down.

Ene: Let me down gently! Carry me! Ene is a delicate flower!

Ene: (//>3<//)

These two are so fun to write ship scenarios for, including ship intimacy… The pros of a guy that knows (almost) everything, can change his body into anything he wants, and is very open to experimenting in sex 👍

KuroEne AU: Maid Ene plays the roleplay game wtih Kuroha (NSFW)

Sadistic meow meow mf plays a game with Ene in a maid outfit where she does maid roleplay for him (ie. cleaning the room, making tea) while having a vibrator inside her and Kuroha sits back and messes with the settings. And when he's satisfied, he fucks her.

KuroEne AU: Maid Kuroha plays the roleplay game with Ene

I'll just summarize this. Ene wants to get "revenge" on Kuroha/Saeru for teasing her mercilessly last time. Last time being the above scenario I described ^^

Ene's attempts to embarrass and fluster Kuroha/Saeru just ends up flustering her more. Her forms of "punishment" for Kuroha/Saeru's "bad behaviour" (Him not doing what she wants, like him spilling paint all over the walls and floors when she tells him to clean), are not punishments at all for him.

Ene decides to "punish him" for making a mess, by face sitting on him and making him take it and ordering him to eat her out, but then just has a sudden realization to herself like "Wait a minute… Is this even a punishment for him???"

(It's not.)

Ene: I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN, NOT CAUSE A MESS!!!

Kuroha: Come now. Do you really think I'd let you have your fun with me, only for me to be a passive participant?

Kuroha: I don't want to make things TOO easy for you. That would simply be boring.

Kuroha: But, let me make one thing clear. I'll be sure to claim my reward after we’re done.

Ene: That’s just so like you… Ok, ok! We’ll take turns! It’s only fair!

Kuroha: Of course~ It’s only fair we both get what we want.

Ene: Just wait until you're the one getting teased!!! BRING IT ON!!!

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Ene initially thought that embarrassing him would be EASY (a piece of cake), but it turns out that while he likes getting teased in intimacy, he has no sense of embarrassment. And she eventually realizes that and decides she needs to change her game plan.

(In Ene's mind -> He's a mega pervert)

Kuroha just shrugs cuz of course he has perverse tastes. But then simply says that knowledge comes from experience.

Ene thinks to herself that while she likes taking the reigns in bed, she's actually not as good at the "punishment games" type of intimacy that he (Kuroha) is.

Ene thinks she can tease and fluster Kuroha once he's the one playing maid/Servant for her, but as always, he is going along with her whims because it's fun for the both of them. He causes mischief because he doesn't want to make the game "too easy" for her.

I wasn't sure whether I wanted to include this but I had this idea where Ene starts mimicking what Kuroha did in their previous games

...

Just had this thought where Ene tells him to lift his maid's skirt up for him, and Kuroha notices and picks up on it like, "I see, I see… You're copying what I did, hm? Well, I don't mind." And then does as asked and lifts his skirt up. Ene looks down and goes like (.) when she sees that he's hard, and immediately turns red-faced. And then screams, "Don't you have any shame!?!?" (///)

If I were to draw this, I'd have one of those manga panels where it's just a view of the outside of the building/house, and a speech bubble of Ene screaming like $(&!@%!@!%@)!%@

And Kuroha starts laughing at how Ene's attempts to embarrass him are just embarrassing her more. Then says, "Is it really such a big deal? We've done it countless times before. I don't have such inhibitions."

And Kuroha just goes like, "But how could I resist such a sweet and alluring prey, hmm~? It's simply too tempting~ I can't wait to see the expressions you'll make~ It makes me aroused just thinking about it…! How you'll moan and whimper and twitch—"

And Ene just fumes red from embarrassment and goes like, "ANDDDD THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU!!!"

Like god this mf just says/does the most provocative shit to provoke her on purpose 😭

DAKLSKLDSKLDKLS this idea is so funny to me ngl

KuroEne Shibari (Rope Bondage) (NSFW)

Thinking about KuroEne shibari rope bondage with Ene with the rope ties over her clothes…

MOVE, KUROFUCKER, OUT OF THE WAY. I'M GAY!!!

It's still gonna be mild shibari though

It's not my thing for it to be super heavy.

I thought about the Outer Science MV, and how it's scattered with telephone poles and cords, and various junk heaps strewn across the backgrounds

Ngl it'd be cool if it's like…

Cuz I was trying to decide whether I wanted Ene to be tied up on the bed just with her arms on the bed (and her back on the bed), like usual sex positions

Or whether I wanted her to be suspended a bit (still in a comfortable position, though), where she's suspended in the air via ropes and held in place via his ropes and black aura spirals

I decided to go with mild suspension/hanging bondage. But I'm open to drawing both ^^

Cuz again I'm not into heavy/extreme kink stuff in my ships' bedroom intimacy.

Ene pouts and huffs at him that the ropes BETTER not come loose cuz it'd be super unsexy if she falls on the ground during sex, and Kuroha tells her not to worry because he's made sure the ropes are tight/secure enough and that he knows what he's doing.

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inverseautotroph · 1 year ago

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Uploaded on Mar 4, 2022.

Hello! Hope all of you have been staying safe in these times. Still trying to find a moment to make progress on art again myself. I realized that while I made a bunch of OC sheets for a set of short comics about a year ago, I never actually uploaded them? Whoops! So I'm going to upload the ones that were more or less finished (which is three), just so I have them online. These are the main characters for a set of short comics I was drawing, and hopefully I'll finish them some day! If I can get Anrisive moving again, I might return to them. The stories were each M/m, F/m, and F/f, and here we have one of the characters from the first one! His name's Iliyah, he's a twink. He works as a traveling magi, going from place to place to help people with their spirit issues and whatnot. Think something a little like Mushishi or Shaman King, which were major sources of reference for him. He keeps his boyfriend in a lantern. Hope some of you find this of interest, and sorry about the radio silence! Art has been difficult recently, but hopefully due to some things changing for me I can try to get back into it in earnest.

#old deviantart dump #macro #giant/tiny #tho he's human-sized himself

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beri-allen · 2 years ago

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The Rite of Spring (3042 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin Characters: Wednesday Addams, Tyler Galpin Summary:

Tyler Galpin is only seventeen, but he has been a lot of things: delinquent, murderer, fugitive, victim, boyfriend, and now he's a sacrificial wolf in a lamb's clothing. Beyond that, he's still figuring out his place in this world. Perhaps Wednesday is on to something when she ropes him into taking part in the Addams family's ritual of resurrection.

A sequel to my Valentine's fic The Gift of the Magi and written for Weyler Writing Week - Day 6: Holiday.

#weyler #wyler #weyler writing week #day 6: holiday #wednesday x tyler #tyler x wednesday #weyler fanfiction #wyler fanfiction #show: wednesday #the rite of spring

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snowboyclarkov · 2 years ago

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My Ideal Verse

This is a picture including every single series - whether that be movie, anime, game, YouTube series, DeviantArt artist or other - into my ideal crossover universe. At this point I would make these additions:

Inazuma Eleven GO

Made In Abyss

Katawa Shoujo

Azur Lane

My Hero Academia

Kiss Him, Not Me!

Chainsaw Man

Komi Can't Communicate

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid

Heaven's Lost Property

Saitama Chainsaw Girl

That one series with Blindy and Blondy by Popopoka (logo not available)

As of 18th June 2023, these additions were made:

The Lego Movie

Fireman Sam

Keijo!!!!!!!!

Bottom Gear

As of 12th July 2023, these additions were made:

Library of Ruina

Injustice

Street Fighter

S.C.P. Foundation

Pumpkin Night

Mabinogi

As of 29th August 2023, these additions were made:

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Henkei Shoujo

As of 31st October 2023, these additions were made:

Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger

Avataro Sentai DonBrothers

Ressha Sentai ToQger

Uchu Sentai Kyumager

Mashin Sentai Kiramager

As of 26th November 2023, these additions were made:

Doctor Who

All of my OCs would also feature in this verse. So would Shem-Ha from Symphogear, Dooku from Star Wars, Castoria from Darling Duality, Chantel DuBois from Madagascar and that series where someone teaches English to rural primary-school-level Japanese kids. Limbus Company would not be in the verse. DonBrothers and King-Ohger are the only two Super Sentai sub-verses in my ideal verse.

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There would also be the series where these pieces come from.

I call this one above and posts directly related to it the St. Marley's Asylum series.

My Own Universe by Clarkov on DeviantArt - The original post that the template at the top of the pictures was made for.

My main OC-verse is one where all of these series exist in the same universe. Even Monster Girl Encyclopedia. Slavaria Cossack is a friend/weird harem group and is utterly shameless about it, with the same sort of chemistry that Clarkson/Hammond/May have. The 9-13 became members at various points after Sahaidachny's 'you're allowed to be you' arc. All of them are 15 in present day. 9-13 are based on existing characters in the same sense in which JJBA Stands are based on existing songs.

Slavaria Cossack (birth place) - current MGE mamono species (original)*:

Clarkov Sahaidachny (Vynohradiv) - Soldier Beetle (human)

Natalya Horbach (Kharkiv) - Shirohebi (human)

Yevhen Slobodyan (Berezne) - Wonderworm (human)

Stanislava Artemenko (Lebedyn) - Myconid (human)

Valentyna Morozova (Mykolaiv) - Tritonia (human)

Myroslav Kozak (Yevpatoriya) - Black Harpy (human)

Reichiru Inazuma (Fukuoka) - Oomukade (human)

Lyubomyr Dobrovolskyj (Pereiaslav) - Akaname (human)

Esmeralda Petersburg (Moscow) - Dhampir

Tess Dileva (Hoddesdon) - Sahuagin (human)

Kirumi Silkenstar (Ashikaga) - Mantis (human)

Karaina Caulton (Harlow) - Lich (human)

Suki Ryushima (Fukuoka) - Yuki-Onna

*Can alternate between mamono and human forms just like in Rosario + Vampire.

Note: 5 of my OCs in chronological order of meeting C.J.S. after his 'being able to be himself' revelation over the course of a few months - the stoic bodyguard-in-training Esmeralda Petersburg, the disciplinarian Tess Dileva, the poetic Kirumi Silkenstar, the spunky wannabe witch Karaina Caulton & the highly introverted loner Suki Ryushima - are derived from and inspired by existing OCs found on (y/n) x yandere quizzes on Quotev that I took a liking to thanks to the story/characters/detail/etc., like how much of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure is inspired by Western songs. This includes their personalities. I took 5 such quizzes honestly answering the questions posed based on my personality and that of Clarkov J. Sahaidachny, my first and main OC, which are very similar in most ways but very different in some areas. These 5 were the results. As for the dere sides, they start out full on and become more mentally sound as time goes on. That part is inspired by the development of Mizore Shirayuki in Rosario + Vampire. It's how I have to do almost everything in life. Start out with a base, then slowly build it into my own thing. It's a bit annoying, but I make do with what I have. I'll leave a link to the quizzes below.

The quizzes:

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/14308763/and-they-were-roommates-yanderes-x-reader

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9340557/Bloodstained-Roses-Girl-Yanderes-X-Male-Reader-Part-0 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9459484/Bloodstained-Roses-Girl-Yanderes-x-Male-Reader-Part-1 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9916834/Bloodstained-Roses-Female-Yanderes-x-Male-Reader-Part-2 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9941208/Bloodstained-Roses-Female-Yanderes-x-Male-Reader-Part-3 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9982278/Bloodstained-Roses-Female-Yanderes-x-Male-Reader-Part-4 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/10307250/Bloodstained-Roses-Tess-x-Male-Reader-Part-5 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/11771247/Bloodstained-Roses-Tess-x-Male-Reader-Part-6

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/10443555/How-Far-Will-You-Go-Yandere-RP-Part-1

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/11634020/Tendrils-Of-Enchantment-Supernatural-Girl-Yanderes-x-Reader-Part-1 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/11809703/Tendrils-Of-Enchantment-Supernatural-Girl-Yanderes-x-Reader-Part-2 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/11897977/Tendrils-Of-Enchantment-Supernatural-Girl-Yanderes-x-Reader-Part-3-FINAL

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/12939352/Which-Yandere-Is-For-You-Part-1 | https://www.quotev.com/quiz/12940932/Which-Yandere-Is-For-You-Part-2

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stepswordsen · 3 months ago

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【Magi】 Judar Wearing Hanfu 🖤❤️🐈‍⬛

【Magi】 Judar wearing hanfu 🖤❤️🐈‍⬛

【マギ】漢服（ハンフ）を着るジュダル

Intro

Judar is my fave Magi chara, and JuAli is my fave Magi ship, so I REALLY wanna create plushie designs of them one day, as well as a Tegaki fan-animatic MV... It's my dream 🙏

My unhinged gremlin black cat son who's Black Sun, Moon, and Eclipse themed! 🐈‍⬛☀️🖤🌙

1st Judar doodle is a planned concept art reference sheet I wanna do for my headcanon design of him wearing black and red hanfu 💞

2nd Judar doodle is based on a Vocaloid song parody with JuAli (Judar/Alibaba) x Unfriendly Hater by Meddmia (drawn by WOOMA) 🖤❤️💛

In my HCs, Judar wears a type of hanfu called Ruqun (襦裙). Ru (襦) is the cross-collared top of a hanfu, and the wrap-around skirt is called Qun (裙). The coat jacket is called Da Xiu Shan (大袖衫)

He'd look great wearing black and red hanfu with white and gold accents~ The black outer coat jacket is slightly translucent, so it'll show the cross collared top's red sleeves through it.

I drew some tentative rain drop earrings for now, but I imagine he would wear gold and red hanfu earrings, and/or snowflake/icicle ones (since Judar is an ice magic user) ❄️

I've been forgetting to post my doodles from my side account onto main, so here you go. I missed talking about my son and drawing him.

I think my art style is getting more refined 🥰💖 The way I draw faces/eyes has been improving steadily! The first Judar doodle was the first time I experimented with an eye style with thicker eyelashes and underlashes! I love the new eye style a lot, so I've comfortably settled into it for the rest of my arts.

I want to draw him in different styles of huafu too, but I made the main hanfu he wears in my HC version, simple to draw (black coat jacket, red cross collared top, black wrap around skirt) with simple patterns, just for my own sake.

...

I'm obsessed with Meow meow mf charas. Black and white colour scheme and design aesthetics. Black and/or white hair. Black Sun & Moon themed. Sharp tsurime eyes. Eyeshadow. Causes problems on purpose. C*nty Sen-core bastard cat. Smug chaotic edgy evil asshole character. Violent, unhinged, bloodthirsty and murderous. Arrogant with a huge ego that distances them from humanity (or social interactions).

I love "Sen-core Meow meow mf" and "Cunty Sen-core" bastard cat Annoying Nyam Nyam types like him /pos <3 🐈‍⬛💗

Judar's long black hair with braids, and black + white + red + yellow design hits my fave aesthetics 💗I love his braids sm

Judar is my fave Magi chara. No one is surprised LOL. Judar is a perfect Sen-core character.

Especially since I KNEW I have a history of being obsessed with Kuroha (KagePro) since I was 12. I knew exactly what would happen

The fact that my evil unhinged meow meow pipeline has led me from Kuroha (2013) to Judar (2022) is really not surprising at all.

It's so funny rereading my messages from 2022 when I first read Magi and guessed that he'd be my fave after seeing his 1st CAMEO appearance 😭😂 It's like watching my downfall in real time /lh

My friends mainly associate me with my meow meow mf faves like Douman, Xanxus, Judar, Idate, Kuroha, and Hibari. To be known for them is an honour ✨ It makes me very happy (❁´◡`❁)

Judar's a fun chara and a perfect squishable gremlin it's natural I'm devoted to him. I love my son

I wanna draw even more of him cuz he's just so fun to draw. I need to practice more cuz I have trouble drawing his spiky hair at times

I put the rest of my doodle WIPs, and talks of my headcanon design for him, and my art process under the cut ✨ Cuz I don't think I ever talked about how I got obsessed with this chara in full? I'll put that too

WIP Shots

The last one is an older doodle. I still like aspects of it but I'd redraw it (also the above doodles are just better drawn versions of it)

Headcanon Design

Judar wears hanfu and hanfu earrings in my headcanon design.

I imagined that he would wear gold and red hanfu earrings, and also snowflake/icicle ones! Silver snowflake ones, and glass icicle earrings would be cool...

So I think I may wanna put snowflake/ice and dragon patterns on his hanfu. The silhouette of a Chinese dragon (ice dragon) would be rad 🐉

I want Alibaba to wear traditional Arabic clothes (white and yellow). I've been looking into it for now, but I wanna draw it soon... I also HC Alibaba to have tanner skin in my HC design

Ohtaka is really good at harmonizing colour palettes (seen with the volume covers). I loooove using teal/cool tinted black when colouring my meow meow mf faves, so this is a treat hehe

Since Judar is from the Kou Empire, which is based on China, I wanted to project Judar's ethnicity onto his design more (since many friends who I've spoken to from my other interests didn't know he was even CN inspired until I told them)

I always take aspects I like from canon and imbue it with my own tastes! I base my drawings on my own headcanons/interpretations of my faves.

I agree with the above post <3

Magi is in my top favourite series ever in terms of art and writing. It's generally peak imo

Magi's biggest flaws are the whitewashing, colourism and racial stereotyping (ex. racially stereotyped clothing in the character designs) and some parts of the setting being bastardized takes on SWANA and South Asian cultures, and I've always been critical of that.

Of course, it's totally normal for cultures to do cultural exchanges with each other, but that's not what's going on here.

A lot of EA media feeds into insensitive/distasteful racial stereotypes on non EA cultures, we don't need more of it being perpetuated in fandom spaces. I personally won't be drawing certain Magi charas in their canon clothing designs.

Ohtaka's drawn him (Judar) in hanfu before, it should've been his canon clothes instead.

I love his hair design with the braids sm. I draw him in huafu in my HC design instead as a fix-it for the obvious colourism going on in Magi's chara designs, and also, the charas' clothing designs and parts of the settings too, being bastardized and racially stereotyped takes on SWANA and South Asian cultures.

WIP Shots (Art Process)

I drew these, which I like, but I liked the original best (up top). A few of them have slightly more curled hair strands! I think 1st and 2nd are the best in capturing the vibes, but the others are also interesting to see. I might incorporate some aspects from them when I refine this doodle

I think there's a lot of improvement from my past doodles. I still like this but I'd redraw it (since I feel like my recent doodles are just better drawn versions of this)

Admittedly I'm MUCH better at drawing meow meow mfs, so I haven't gotten the chance to draw Alibaba yet.

I find Judar's spiky hair hard to draw so I'm still trying to decide how I want to draw it...

I love how Ohtaka draws the shape of his braids. I didn't get the time to refine the sketch yet so I just blocked in the shape of his braids roughly with a silhouette (so I'll go fix it later)

I wanna redraw and refine the hair and clothes later 👍

I think when I actually get to colouring, though, I'm gonna desaturate the teal tinted black colour slightly

On the 1st sketch pass, I just care about making the face and eyes look good (since it's usually the main focus of my pieces)

Then I just scribble whatever for the clothes.

And then when I go back to clean up the sketch, then I fix everything else, including the clothes

Inspiration

(Magi: Kou Empire Arc - Ch. 255 Spoilers)

I was rereading the Judar vs. Aladdin fight in the Kou Empire arc and I love how dynamic Ohtaka's art is. I'm in love with the compositions

Judar's ice dragons and the the last page with Judar being themed with the moon!!! That's so cool. My son is so cool and iconic

Judar’s leitmotif is the Black Sun and Moon ☀️🖤🌙

I reread the Kou Empire arc so many times cuz it's SO good art/writing wise and just in general like WHDSHDHSH

But this is why I want Judar's hanfu to have snow/ice and ice dragons on it. I'll make it an easy pattern/silhouette and use a stamp brush probably cuz uh I don't want to have to draw that by hand every time

...

Ohtaka is one of my main art inspirations of what I wanna draw like someday in terms of technical skill. Her inking is godly.

Ohtaka is BRILLIANT with inking, dynamic battle compositions, perspectives, and colours... Her art is soooo good, it's such visual eye candy.

Ohtaka is brilliant with complex dynamic perspectives and inking. She draws GREAT expressions. Her colours harmonize really well. She's a brilliant author/story writer.

Her inking style is so unique. And it fits thematically too with how Magi is mainly in black and white (black and white rukh)

Since Magi was loosely based on 1001 Nights for the charas' names and parts of the setting, the roc/rukh is a giant legendary bird.

It's apparently a reference to Rukh/Rok (A mythological bird) and Rūḥ ("Essence/Soul")

Source: (X)

The way her inking stands out on its own with minimal screentone usage (except for BG effects and lighting) is a testament to her skill

Misc Rambles

These are my top fave meow meow mf faves.

My top main faves are all very important and personal to me, just in different ways. So I tie them all as no. 1 ✨

Irt Judar and Kuroha/Saeru, they're completely different characters personality wise, since Judar is mischievous, bratty and playful, childlike and emotionally immature (due to his personality and context), but they have similar~ish designs and a couple similarities, in terms of their basics.

As in, they're both evil black haired meow meow mfs with similar expression ranges, who are bloodthirsty, sadistic, and love causing violence for fun. They have the same Sen-core character type.

They have similar~ish hairstyles (black hair with braids in the back, unique eyes (Kuroha's snake eye pupils and the rings in Judar's eyes), and are unhinged bloodthirsty meow meow mf core charas

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My History

(Magi: Ch. 15 - Judar's 1st Cameo Appearance)

Ok I don't think I ever told in full my origin story with this chara, I guess. Basically I was going off the mutuals/blorbo osmosis and just my friends' rambles at this point before I read the series.

And I was reading back my messages of what I sent to my friends at the time

I first read Magi, I think around Sept 2022, two chapters, then started again in Oct 2022 read to Ch. 15 saw Judar and was like. (.) 🧍 This design is Sen core. Don't let me go down like this.

When I first saw Judar’s CAMEO in Ch. 15... I had a feeling.

Cuz I sensed Sen core meow meow mf.

I felt my doom. I knew it... I sensed it with my instincts 😭

WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS PANEL OF JUDAR, I WAS LIKE OH NO... I SENSED MY DOWNFALL.

And then I was like, "Well I made my bed, so time to go lie in it 👍"

Since I saw the charas from my friends' tweets before, can you believe that at this point I was like "Wow I wonder how my would be ship interact together. They're on the same page!!!" 🤸

THIS IS INSANE OF ME DSAKLSDKLKLSDKLS

My friends were like "I can't believe you're shipping them this early 😭 Even before they actually interact omggg"

And I started shipping JuAli by Ch. 15. So before they even interacted. So when I JUST saw Judar. And then I doodled them right after (it was my first doodle of them!) 😭😂 LMFAOOOO

Good god me getting obsessed with charas/ships is like my insanity speedrun

Me with JuAli and KuroEne... Insanity speedrun x1000000

Like I had a feeling that he'd become my fave by his first CAMEO appearance... He makes his first major appearance around like ~Ch. 44

Douman took 5 days for me to be obsessed with after I found out about his character/writing.

Judar just took me seeing his 1st cameo appearance in the manga.

Kuroha/Saeru took just seeing the Outer Science MV when I was 12 (Tbf, Outer Science is peak KagePro and is one of the best KagePro MVs in terms of visuals and storytelling)

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Judar is extremely important and personal to me, I feel this as someone who comes from a similar cultural background to him as well, Judar is EA/CN inspired and so his background and backstory context really makes me feel for him… Speaking personally, as someone who is Viet/SEA diaspora.

Considering Judar's backstory context, and his character arc themes of resentment and grief… Wahhhh ;__; I can mildly relate to him.

Like, ahhh, this character makes me so emotional… He makes me want to cry (in a good way). Emotional tears, cuz this chara is so healing and cathartic for me. I'll punch him out of love! 🫶

#magi #magi: the labyrinth of magic #magi: the kingdom of magic #magi fanart #judar #judal #judar magi #judal magi #fanart #digital art #my art #wip #doodle #artists on tumblr #stepswordsen art

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april-is · 2 years ago

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April 30, 2023: Oral History of Insatiability, Jason Myers

Oral History of Insatiability Jason Myers

I woke in the wreck of history

still drowsy, a dryness in my

bed, my bones. Would you

like fingers, the Lord asked,

& gave me plenty. There was

no music, no garden in them.

I wanted to be touched the way

I had touched, delicately, but

with great passion. If you want

another kind of lover, Leonard

Cohen crooned. Not my will,

Martin Luther King intoned,

but God's. I wanted a word

for every surface, for the belly

& the underbelly, the line between

the lines. There was a secret

name inside every living thing,

a song underneath every song.

What happened then, I asked,

meaning both before & next.

The Lord said Kabul. Said

manifest destiny. Said Rembrandt

said Bordeaux said Dakota

said Chelsea Hotel said Egyptian

cotton said Homer. The Greek

poet, I asked. No. Homer Plessy.

Oh, I said. I see. But I did not.

Lulls, curtains, continuations.

You want company, the Lord asked,

& made New Orleans, oceans,

rye bread, Cointreau. There

were some companions sent

by another party. There were

days smothered in solitude,

nights when I thought, if only

I could sleep, if only...but I

could not complete the sentence.

Are you hungry, the Lord asked.

Oh my. Oh yes. Oh my yes.

Also by Jason Myers: Hotel Orpheus

Jason is an excellent poet and human being. His first book was just published, and it’s gorgeous: Maker of Heaven &.

Today in:

2022: Try to Praise the Mutilated World, Adam Zagajewski 2021: In Defense of a Long Engagement, Mairead Small Staid 2020: Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness, Mary Oliver 2019: Starlings in Winter, Mary Oliver 2018: Born Yesterday, Philip Larkin 2017: Thus, He Spoke His Quietus, Thomas Lux 2016: Trees, W.S. Merwin 2015: Today and Two Thousand Years from Now, Philip Levine 2014: from For a Long Time I Have Wanted to Write a Happy Poem, Richard Jackson 2013: Tear It Down, Jack Gilbert 2012: from An Atlas of the Difficult World, Adrienne Rich 2011: Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal, Naomi Shihab Nye 2010: from Pioneers! O Pioneers!, Walt Whitman 2009: from The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot 2008: from Five-Finger Exercises, T.S. Eliot 2007: Journey of the Magi, T.S. Eliot 2006: Preludes, T.S. Eliot 2005: A Song for Simeon, T.S. Eliot

I don’t know where this month went! As always, thanks for letting me spam you, and for your kind notes.

More to come in 11 short months. In the meantime, check it out, you can:

- Visit a random poem sent in the past at april-is.tumblr.com/random - Browse poems by topic - Or skim them chronologically

Until next time, mes amours.

Martha

#desire #jason myers #god #poetry #poem

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corinneecrivaine · 10 months ago

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The Day You Healed My Soul.

Le Jour où tu as Guéri mon Âme

Chapitre 6

Entre Passé et Présent

Sapphic Romance Fanfiction

Main characters Kit and Jade (Willow 2022)

Une douce lumière matinale réveilla doucement Kit de ses songes, bercée par les souvenirs d’Emma qui imprégnaient encore chaque recoin de sa chambre. Elle se leva, laissant son carnet sur la table de chevet, se préparant pour sa nouvelle journée. Cependant, les évènements de la veille l’avaient déstabilisée, se manifestant subtilement dans chacun de ses gestes hésitants et son regard troublé qu’elle croisa furtivement dans le miroir.

Arrivée au restaurant, elle échangea un sourire timide avec Jade avant de se plonger dans le travail. La journée s’écoula entre les services et les cocktails, les échanges complices et les regards qui en disaient plus que des mots.

Jade évoqua l’invitation de Boorman.

— Prête pour ce soir ? Demanda-t-elle.

Kit hésita, ses yeux reflétant une profonde incertitude. Se rendre à cette soirée représentait une confrontation avec ses émotions complexes et cette étincelle qui naissait au fond d’elle, une étincelle nommée Jade. Elle laissa échapper un soupir avant de répondre.

— Je ne suis pas sûre que ce soit une bonne idée que je vienne.

Mais Jade insista.

— Et louper les fêtes de Boorman dont toute l’île parle, impossible. (Elle posa sa main sur l’épaule de son amie.) Ce sera juste l’occasion de s’amuser un peu. On peut y aller ensemble si tu veux.

Bien que l’idée de se retrouver à cette fête la remplissait d’appréhension, elle finit par accepter.

L’heure approcha. Lorsqu’elle ouvrit la porte, les yeux pétillants de Jade éveillèrent en elle une lueur d’émerveillement. Une attirance mutuelle capturée dans leurs regards complices s’installa. Bien que toujours réservée, Kit prit une profonde inspiration, se préparant à affronter la vie qui continuait de s’écouler autour d’elle.

Arrivées sur place, les deux amies se retrouvèrent immergées dans une ambiance féerique et envoûtante. Les guirlandes lumineuses, entourant la façade de l’entrepôt de Boorman, projetaient leur éclat dansant sur la robe étincelante de Jade, la rendant encore plus séduisante. À ses côtés, vêtue d’un pantalon élégant en toile noire et d’un chemisier de soie bleu marine, Kit rayonnait d’une aura de mystère et de charme.

Le son mystique des notes de musique, parfois douces et mélodieuses, parfois percutantes, mêlé aux odeurs enchanteresses du jasmin, portées par une légère brise, submergeaient Kit d’un sentiment de plénitude.

Les deux amies se mêlaient aux invités parés de tenues extravagantes, lorsque Boorman, toujours aussi excentrique, troquant son gilet orné de taches de peinture contre une veste aux motifs psychédéliques, un pantalon assorti, arborant des bijoux fantaisistes, les rejoignit. Il écarquilla les yeux, un sourire enthousiasme.

— Vous êtes resplendissantes !

Jade le regarda et répondit avec malice.

— Merci Boorman, mais n’en rajoute pas.

Il posa une main sur son cœur d’un air dramatique.

— Vous faites un magnifique couple.

Légèrement embarrassée, Kit répliqua rapidement.

— Nous sommes amies.

A l’instant même, une voix féminine empreinte d’excitation, s’éleva au loin.

— Jade !!!

Elora rayonnait d’une beauté irréelle. Vêtue d’un pantalon blanc qui soulignait harmonieusement sa démarche, assorti à un bustier de dentelles. Les lignes et la coupe sophistiquée de sa tenue, mettait en valeur sa grâce naturelle, caressée par la magie. Le visage illuminé d’un sourire radieux, elle s’empressa de prendre son amie dans ses bras. Dans un élan de joie, Jade fit les présentations.

— Elora, je te présente Kit.

Kit esquissa un sourire chaleureux.

— Kit, voici Elora, la magicienne des pâtisseries de l’île et notre précieuse boulangère. C’est elle qui fournit notre resto en pains.

— Mesdemoiselles, je ne voudrais pas interrompre ce magnifique moment sentimental, mais si vous voulez bien vous diriger vers le buffet. S’exclama Boorman en écartant les bras, dévoilant les mets copieux qui n’attendaient qu’à être dégustés.

— Très bonne idée, je meurs de faim. S’exprima Elora avec enthousiasme.

Kit découvrait un buffet aux mille couleurs, des pyramides de fruits exotiques, aux côtés de rivières de chocolat fondus s’écoulant le long de fontaines gourmandes, ainsi que de véritables sculptures comestibles aux noms paradisiaques. Une variété de plats à base de fruits de mer, des cocktails rafraîchissants et phosphorescents.

— Tu as raison, Jade, Boorman ne fait pas les choses à moitié !

Jade prit une brochette de fruits de mer délicatement grillés qu’elle tendit à Kit.

— Tiens, goûte moi ça.

Une explosion de saveurs caressa chaque papille de sa langue, entre les sensations salées et la tendresse des fruits de mer grillés, épicés. Kit se sentait transporter dans un océan de délices. Son regard croisa celui de Jade, créant une connexion sensorielle silencieuse entre les deux jeunes femmes.

— J’ignorais que derrière cet être excentrique, se cachait un fameux cuisinier.

Elora s’empressa de répondre à Kit.

— Oh non, ce n’est pas Boorman qui a préparé tous ces plats mais son ami et mon boulanger : Lori.

Kit sourit avant de répondre.

— En tout cas ce Lori semble être un artiste en cuisine. On dirait que chaque plat est une œuvre d’art comestible. Et toi, Elora, quelle est ta spécialité ?

Elora rit doucement.

— Mes pâtisseries. Elles ont une petite touche féerique, en particulier mes muffins. .

Jade ne put s’empêcher d’intervenir et d’ajouter espièglement.

— Tu es bien modeste Elora. Lori n’a pas cuisiné tout seul et les noms de chaque préparations te reviennent de droit.

Embarrassée, la jeune femme changea de sujet.

— Je te souhaite la bienvenue Kit dans notre univers enchanté. Laisse-toi te perdre dans la magie qui t’entoure.

A l’instant même, un jeune homme arriva, avec une élégance décontractée et un sourire malicieux. Il ajusta légèrement sa veste, regarda Kit avec un air de curiosité et déclara d’une voix douce et mélodieuse.

— Si la magie ne t’a pas encore envoûtée, princesse, peut-être qu’une mélodie poétique pourrait y remédier.

Tout en s’exprimant, il s’approcha de Kit et lui fit une révérence, déposant un doux baiser sur le dos de sa main.

— Permets-moi de me présenter : Graydon.

La jeune femme fut troublée par cet homme aux longs cheveux noirs flottant sauvagement autour de son visage, une barbe naissance accentuant son allure soignée et élégante, faisant de lui, un être issu d’une époque révolue. Il arborait un costume aux tons sombres, agrémenté d’une chemise de satin blanc. Son gilet, orné de motifs de fleurs de lys, et un fin foulard de soie, accentuaient son style aristocratique.

Elora sourit et répondit à Kit avec une pointe d’humour.

— J’ignore pour quelle raison mais il a toujours tendance à se prendre pour un prince des temps anciens. (Elle se tourna gracieusement vers Graydon) Mon poète princier. Lui dit-elle avant de l’embrasser.

Graydon lui répondit amoureusement.

— Tu rayonnes d’élégance mon amour. J’adore lorsque tu portes ce pantalon et ce bustier raffinés. Ils magnifient l’éclat de tes yeux et ton charme naturel.

Exaspérée, Jade répliqua.

— On va faire un tour. Dit-elle avant de s’éloigner avec Kit.

Les deux amies se laissaient emportées par la magie envoûtante de la fête, perdues dans la féerie d’une foule vibrante au rythme de la musique. Les boissons enivrantes phosphorescentes projetaient une lueur verdoyante, rappelant des lucioles dansantes en pleine nuit dans une forêt enchantée. A chaque gorgée, une explosion fruitée de saveurs exotiques, embrasait le palais. Chaque sourire échangé, chaque silence partagé tissait un lien émotionnel qui se resserrait. Kit sentait le poids de ses émotions s’intensifier, crescendo, passionnels, au fil de ces moments partagés avec Jade. Leurs regards se croisèrent, reflétant une lueur de tendresse complice.

Un peu plus tard dans la soirée, tous se retrouvèrent assis autour d’un feu de camp dont les flammes dorées se mêlaient au bleu de la nuit étoilée. Graydon jouait de sa flûte, accompagné de musiciens locaux qui improvisaient une douce mélodie. L’air était chargé d’arômes, mélanges de la fumée du feu de bois, du parfum salé de l’océan et des effluves d’encens évoquant un sentiment de mystère. La brise marine caressait doucement chaque membre du groupe, apaisante. Scorpia les avait rejoints, blottie contre Boorman, les yeux rivés sur Kit.

Alors que tous se laissaient bercer par la musique, Boorman prit une profonde inspiration et partagea quelques mots avec Kit.

— Les parents de Graydon dirigent la distillerie familiale la plus réputée de l’île depuis des générations. Ils attendent impatiemment que Graydon prenne la relève.

— Que veut faire Graydon ? Demanda Kit, curieuse.

Boorman sourit, tenant délicatement une tasse de thé infusé de plantes locales.

— Et bien, il préfère écrire des poésies, jouer de la musique. Sa grand-mère disait souvent que la musique est un baume pour l’âme. Il trouve son accomplissement dans les arts, contrairement à l’entreprise familiale conventionnelle.

Le visage de Kit s’assombrit légèrement, ses pensées errant inconsciemment vers Emma. Elle soupira avant de demander.

— Est-ce donc si difficile pour lui de concilier ses aspirations artistiques et les attentes de sa famille ?

Boorman haussa les épaules.

— Je suppose que c’est un combat quotidien auquel il doit faire face entre ses obligations et ses choix.

Kit acquiesça et inspira profondément, appréciant la brise marine et la chaleur du feu de camp. Elle vit dans l’histoire de Graydon son propre combat émotionnel.

La musique s’interrompit doucement et les musiciens posèrent leurs instruments. Scorpia se tourna vers Elora.

— Si tu nous racontais l’histoire du gardien de l’île.

Tout le monde l’encouragea chaleureusement.

— Ok. Il y a bien longtemps, un être cherchant la rédemption pour tous ces actes passés, se perdit en mer. Seul sur sa barque, voué à une mort certaine, il fut comme attiré par un appel lointain. Les esprits bienveillants, protecteurs de l’île et la nature venaient de lui sauver la vie. En découvrant les beautés de cet endroit, il se laissa guider par les chants dans chaque arbre, chaque feuillage, chaque ruissellement des vagues.

Considéré comme un lien vivant entre la magie et les habitants, il devint le gardien de l’île. Certains prétendent qu’il est toujours là, présent, son esprit lié à cet endroit enchanté. Dans des moments calmes au milieu de la nuit, il est possible d’entendre ses murmures dans le bruit du vent. D’autres prétendent avoir vu des lumières guidant les âmes perdues.

Lori arriva à l’instant même, tout en se joignant au groupe, il ajouta.

— Autant cette île possède un côté lumineux, salvateur, autant elle possède un côté qui engloutira quiconque dans les abysses de son âme.

Scorpia en colère s’emporta.

— Bon sang, Lori, tu viens de gâcher toute l’ambiance !

Mais Lori insista.

— Allez Scorpia, ne me dis pas que tu n’as jamais eu l’impression qu’il y avait quelque chose de sinistre.

Scorpia secoua la tête.

— Non, je ne ressens rien de tel. Cet endroit est une source de guérison et de paix. C’est tout ce qui compte pour moi.

— Très bien, pense comme tu veux. Mais chacun sait qu’il ne peut y avoir de paradis sans son côté sombre. C’est la dualité de toutes choses existantes. L’ombre ne peut exister sans la lumière.

Afin d’apaiser la tension, Boorman se leva et invita chacun à le suivre.

— Mes fidèles amis, il est temps d’honorer notre tradition des lanternes à souhaits.

Il les guida vers un lieu où des tas de lanternes scintillaient comme des feux follets.

Jade, dont le visage était baigné par la douce lumière d’une lanterne, partagea avec Kit les secrets de cette coutume enchantée.

— C’est une ancienne tradition. On écrit sur ce petit parchemin notre souhait, qu’on dépose dans cette lanterne. On relâche le tout dans le ciel, et l’univers le réalise. Tiens, à ton tour.

Elle donna à Kit un petit bout de parchemin et une lanterne. Cette dernière hésita, sceptique à cette idée, et murmura.

— Un souhait… Entre le possible et l’imaginaire.

Enthousiasmée par le côté mystique de l’instant, Jade poussa son amie à accepter.

— Tu as bien un souhait, Kit. Tout le monde en a un.

— Après tout, nous sommes sur une île magique. Répondit-elle en souriant.

Kit prit le petit bout de parchemin et la lanterne et se lança dans cette aventure. Au fur et à mesure qu’elle écrivait son souhait, il lui semblait que ce geste intime était porteur de sens, comme si chaque mot posé sur ce petit bout de parchemin la reliait simultanément à Emma tout en la libérant de sa souffrance.

Alors qu’elles lancèrent ensemble, chacune leur lanterne, observant leur ascension jusqu’à ce qu’elle disparaissent dans le fond étoilé, Kit, les yeux rivés vers son souhait, laissa une pensée légèrement mélancolique tournée vers Emma.

Graydon les extirpa de leurs songes en les entourant toutes les deux de ses bras, et avec un grand sourire, partagea l’existence d’une présence mystique à la fête.

— Mesdames, seriez-vous partantes pour une escapade en territoire mystique. Une source sûre m’a affirmé que la diseuse d’aventure la plus exceptionnelle de l’île est présente à la soirée.

Kit et Jade échangèrent un regard. Sans leur laisser le temps de réagir, Graydon les guida à travers la foule, dirigeant leur attention vers une petite tente située à l’écart. Les voiles rouges dansaient avec la brise nocturne, laissant filtrer une lueur tamisée

Avant de les laisser, il s’exprima avec passion.

— Prêtes à vous laisser guider dans les méandres du spiritisme ?

— Je crois qu’en matière de magie ou appelez ça comme vous voulez, ça ira pour moi. Répondit sèchement Kit.

Mais Jade, les yeux pétillants d’excitation, n’écoutait plus son amie.

— Absolument Graydon, nous sommes prêtes. Dit-elle avec engouement.

Elle ignora le regard sceptique de Kit et se dirigea vers la petite tente. Cette dernière soupira avant de la suivre et se murmura à elle-même : « Tu ressembles trop à Emma, Jade. »

Graydon, les laissa, un clin d’œil et un sourire en coin.

A l’intérieur, une femme énigmatique, les attendait, assise à une petite table ronde drapée d’un voile de velours blanc, sur laquelle reposaient divers outils ésotériques. Ses mains gantées de fines dentelles noires étaient jointes devant elle et son allure mystérieuse, accentuée par son long manteau sombre qui masquait presque tout son corps. Ses cheveux d’un noir profond, désordonnés, encadraient son visage aux traits indiscernables, dissimulé par la lumière vacillante des bougies posées sur la table.

D’un geste gracieux de la main, elle invita les deux amies à s’asseoir. Les jeunes femmes s’exécutèrent, se regardant l’une et l’autre, silencieuses avant de prendre place.

La diseuse d’aventure prit doucement la main de chacune, ses doigts gantés glissant tendrement sur leur peau. Malgré l’aura de mystère qui l’entourait, cette femme semblait empreinte de bienveillance. Lorsqu’elle s’exprima, sa voix douce et mélodieuse résonna comme un écho dans leur esprit.

Tout en murmurant, elle leur dit :

— Nous allons explorer ensemble les profondeurs de votre être, là où résident vos aspirations les plus secrètes et vos peurs les plus enfouies. Je vous invite à vous abandonner à cette expérience, à vous laisser aller et à faire confiance au processus. Soyez ouvertes et honnêtes envers vous-mêmes.

Elle ferma les yeux et inspira profondément pour harmoniser ses propres vibrations avec celles de Kit et Jade. Après quelques secondes, elle releva les paupières et fixa les deux amies mais son attention se portait particulièrement sur Kit.

— Il y a tant d’ombres dans ton regard Kit, le passé qui s’entremêle au présent, liés tous deux par une forte douleur de l’âme, un fardeau que tu ne peux plus porter ni cacher derrière ce bandage.

Kit frissonna à l’entente de ces mots, les lumières des bougies vacillant au rythme de son cœur angoissé. Sa voix tremblait légèrement lorsqu’elle demanda :

— Qui êtes-vous ? Comment connaissez-vous mon nom et que savez-vous de ma douleur ?

Préoccupée par ce qu’elle venait d’entendre et la réaction de son amie, Jade posa délicatement une main réconfortante sur son bras tout en lui murmurant avec douceur :

— Ça va aller, Kit. Ce n’est qu’une séance.

La diseuse d’aventure esquissa un léger sourire en observant la réaction de Jade puis inspira profondément avant de répondre à Kit.

— Je suis la messagère du passé et du présent. Je perçois au-delà des apparences et ressens les émotions les plus profondes de l’âme. Ta douleur est si visible dans ton aura, une souffrance qui te hante depuis bien trop longtemps. Subsistent, une absence, un amour, tous deux inachevés. Ton père connaissait les mystères de cette île. Ta bien-aimée Emma a laissé en toi une flamme qui te consume.

Les mots frappèrent Kit comme un coup de poing glacial à l’âme. Son cœur battait la chamade, balayant toute tentative de calme intérieur. Ne sachant plus quoi penser ni quoi ressentir, entre colère, tristesse, et peut-être l’espoir. Elle tenta de dissimuler ses émotions mais le ton de sa voix la trahissait lorsqu’elle demanda :

— Mon père… Que savez-vous sur mon père ?

Stupéfaite par l’évolution de la séance, alors qu’elle prenait conscience de l’intense douleur liée à ce père absent qui tourmentait l’âme de son amie, Jade resserra son étreinte sur le bras de Kit pour lui témoigner sa présence et son soutien, lui adressant un regard empreint de sollicitude.

La diseuse d’aventures continua de s’adresser à Kit d’une voix douce et apaisante.

— Explore cette île, Kit, découvre ses mystères, plonge au plus profond de ton âme. Il est temps de libérer ces émotions et ces pensées qui te retiennent. N'aie pas peur de ce que tu pourrais découvrir, car c'est dans l'exploration de tes vérités les plus profondes que tu trouveras la paix.

Prise de rage, une tempête de fureur tourbillonnant en elle, Kit se leva brusquement.

— Ça suffit !!! S’exclama-t-elle en partant.

Jade se retourna vers la diseuse d’aventure, le visage marqué par l’inquiétude.

— Désolée.

Mais avant qu’elle ne puisse quitter la pièce, la femme mystérieuse l’interpella.

— Vous étiez destinées à vous retrouver en ce lieu, Jade. Vos destins sont intimement liés.

*******

Submergée par ses émotions, Kit décida de s’isoler, marchant au milieu de cette foule ivre et joyeuse, elle sentit comme un appel mystérieux qui la guida vers l’entrepôt de Boorman.

Alors qu’elle explorait cet endroit insolite, temple de tas d’objets plus étranges les uns que les autres, les lumières vacillèrent, créant des ombres dansantes sur chaque étagère. Ses pas la menèrent vers la moto. Elle s’adressa à Emma.

— Qu’est ce que je fous ici, Emma ? Je ne sais plus quoi penser, quoi ressentir.

Elle posa sa main sur le siège de la moto, ferma les yeux et se laissa emporter par le silence.

Soudain, une présence à ses côtés, brisa le calme de ses pensées. Kit rouvrit les yeux et vit une ombre s’approchant d’elle. Pendant un court instant, elle crut voir le visage d’Emma, mais lorsque la silhouette se précisa, elle réalisa que c’était Jade. Cette dernière lui adressa un regard compatissant.

— Je… Je suis désolée Kit de ce qui s’est passé à la séance de spiritisme. Murmura-t-elle tendrement.

Mais devant le silence de son amie, le regard tourné vers la moto, Jade essaya de radoucir la situation.

— Tu vas la remettre en état ?

Kit prit une profonde inspiration et hocha la tête.

— Je ne peux pas.

— Kit, accepter l’offre de Boorman ne veut pas dire que tu trahiras la mémoire d’Emma. (Elle fit une pause avant d’ajouter.) Crois-tu qu’elle aurait souhaité que tu t’arrêtes de vivre ?

— Que sais-tu de ce qu’elle aurait souhaité ou pas ! Tu ne l’as connais pas !

— Kit, écoute-moi, je…

Jade tenta de la calmer, mais Kit, les poings serrés, prit une profonde inspiration, ses émotions bouillonnaient toujours en elle et coupa court la conversation.

— Venir ici fut une véritable erreur !

Elle partit, laissant Jade seule, silencieuse, méditant sur ce qui venait de se produire.

Lorsque la jeune femme regagna son groupe d’amis, Scorpia ne put s’empêcher d’intervenir en voyant le visage de sa sœur marqué par la tristesse.

— Où est-elle ? Demanda Scorpia d’un ton sec.

— Arrête, je n’ai ni l’envie ni la force de me disputer avec toi. Répondit Jade exaspérée.

Afin de calmer la tension entre les deux sœurs, Elora s’adressa à Jade avec une grande douceur.

— Viens avec moi.

Elle l’éloigna de sa sœur et commença à la questionner.

— Que s’est-il passé ?

— J’ai blessé Kit involontairement en mentionnant Emma. Elle s’est enfermée dans sa colère. Répondit-elle tristement.

Elora lui prit les mains.

— C’est douloureux pour elle, coincée entre ses émotions passées et le présent. Retrouve-la. Dis-lui simplement que tu regrettes. Je ne pense pas que sa colère soit dirigée contre toi mais plutôt contre elle-même.

*******

Kit marchait le long de la plage baignée par la lueur de la lune, cherchant un peu de solitude pour apaiser son esprit. Elle fixait l’horizon où les étoiles, scintillant à la surface de l’océan, berçaient son âme avec la douce mélodie des vagues. La solitude et la contemplation de cette immensité naturelle étaient pour elle un refuge face à la tempête émotionnelle qui la submergeait. Lorsqu’elle tourna la tête, son regard croisa celui de Jade, immobile, à quelques mètres. Sans un mot, un torrent d’émotions passa entre elles. La brise légère caressait leurs visages et accompagnait les pas de Jade, un écho de tendresse vibrait dans l’air de cette nuit magique.

Elle s’arrêta près de Kit et leurs yeux se fixaient mutuellement. Elle s’exprima tendrement.

— Je suis désolée Kit, mon intention n’était pas de te blesser. Je sais combien c’est difficile pour toi, cette souffrance que tu traverses.

Jade lui prit doucement la main. Kit frissonna involontairement à ce contact et contre toute attente, accueillit ce geste en resserrant ses doigts autour de ceux de Jade.

— Je suis désolée Jade de m’être emportée de la sorte. Je ne sais pas comment faire face à tout cela, mes émotions, ma douleur.

— Tu n’es pas obligée d’y faire face seule.

Kit esquissa un léger sourire, puis s’abandonna contre Jade. Les deux femmes restèrent silencieuses, se laissant bercer par la douce mélodie des vagues. Les battements de leur cœur s’accordaient, et un sentiment de paix les submergea. La lune éclairait leurs silhouettes. Elles restèrent, ainsi, enlacées profitant de cet instant.

*******

Seule, chez-elle, Kit ne pouvait chasser de son esprit les paroles de la diseuse d’aventure. Assise sur son lit, elle tenta de comprendre le sens de ses propos.

Elle se murmura à elle-même « Quel lien mon père peut-il avoir avec cette île ?.»

A l’instant même, elle plongea sa main dans la couverture de son carnet et en sortit la photo d’Emma. Tandis qu’elle observait le portrait, elle repensa à la vision de l’entrepôt.

« Étais-tu réellement là ? Cet endroit est en train de me rendre folle. » Pensa-t-elle, submergée par un mélange de confusion et d’appréhension.

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Reverse Isekai AU Type1 p1

It's Sinbad day/ Sinbad's birthday April 2nd, so I'm officially starting to post The Adventures of Simpbad :D

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SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE A YEAR (the first of these came in 2022 April 20)

~POV Mori~ Nearly two and a half years to the day since I started writing my magi Fanfic Sindria's Prophet I was once again heading to the basement to do laundry. Once again, my thoughts were full of Sinbad and plot bunnies. Once again, I was not paying attention to my steps and was overwhelmed by vertigo -only this time instead of expecting one more step, I was one short. Even though I caught my own fall, a series of loud bangs hurt my ears as the over packed storage to my left was practically bulldozed. This was followed by the sounds from the floor above me of my 3 cats scattering to find hiding places, and at least one human coming to investigate.

"What is this???" "Sin!" "I can't see the Rukh!!" "Is this Al Thamen's doing??" "What the hell???" "Drakon! Is that you??"

I was still in my basement, but they weren't still in Magi. The giant Hinahoho was sitting on the ground closest to me, and in one of the few places in the basement that had more the a 2 foot width of walking space. I couldn't see much past him but I had a pretty good idea of where everyone was from their voices. Sinbad was on the other side of him followed by Drakon -who I couldn't see past Hina for some reason. Slightly to my right I could see Pisti on a pile of boxes, and Sharrkan between her and the packed table on the same side. Yam and Spartos were probably stuck in the piles on the other side of the table. All of this would put Masrur either with the washer and dryer or in another pile of boxes on the left side of the room. I was really going to hate cleaning this later.

"My magic!!" Yam yelled, and there was another clattering sound as more things fell to the ground around her.

'Yam's seashell are held on by magic!' I climbed over the giant with a, "Pardon me, Hina!" and b-lined for the woman on the other side of the basement. She was covering herself with her hands. I ignored the questions pointed at me, took off my hoodie and put it around the magician. "Here. Wear this. This world doesn't have Rukh or magic." And before anyone who's read 'Sindria's Prophet' asks: I had a t-shirt under my hoodie this time because it was colder this year, so, no, I didn't just swap who's nips were freed.

All eyes were on me, but the only one I made eye contact with was Yamuraiha. She was distraught. "What do you mean there's no Rukh? Where are we??" Her knuckles were white as her grip on her staff -and my hoodie- tightened.

Before I could answer, the basement door was thrown open. "Mori!! Are you okay??" The comforting voice of my younger sibling and partner in crime was yelled into the room. "You didn't actually get Isekai'd did you??" This wasn't the first time they referenced my fanfic when there was a crash in the basement, but normally as a joke.

I yelled back. "It's worse!"

They rushed down the stairs. "How???"

"It's a reverse Isekai!" I smiled and spread my arms like an excited penguin in their general direction.

Lyly's silence and horrified, disgusted expression was punctuated by the silence and gaze of our new guests.

--- ~POV Sinbad~ Sinbad and his Generals were escorted upstairs, through a kitchen and another room full of pills of things, before being offered a seat in the living room. There were multiple cracks in the ceiling and walls. The dark Blonde that had showed up second, had ran ahead of them, and was escorting an older man out of the room when they entered it. Hina had to sit on the floor, and the brunette that helped Yam stayed standing, but Sinbad and the rest of his Generals were able to squeeze onto the split sofa.

The brunette introduced herself as "Mori," and reiterated what she had told Yam in the basement. "I'm sure you all have a bunch of questions," she continued, "but before that, it will be a lot easier for me to explain things if I know when you guys are from." She combed her hand through her hair before crossing her arms. "Have you met Aladdin yet?" She knew Aladdin? That got everyone's attention. "Ah- then has the war in Magnostadt happened yet?"

Yam gasped.

Ja'far answered the question just as surprised as everyone else. "It's hasn't been long since the war ended." Something very strange was going on. Sinbad and his Generals were famous, but those details and events weren't common knowledge.

Mori hummed. "Then ...," she looked directly at Sinbad, "have you already learned about Alma Toran at the summit-?"

"Hold on a second," the King cut her off. "How do you know all of that?" Even without the waves, it was obvious that Mori knew a lot more than she was letting on. A world without Rukh or magic? Sinbad wasn't sure he believed it. The last time he had been teleported without warning like this was during the fall of First Sindria when he met Al Thamen face to face, and that required magic. However, he couldn't use magoi manipulation no matter how hard he tried, nor could he feel the waves since arriving in this house, and he had a feeling that leaving out the front door wouldn't change that.

She looked around the room, judging everyone's reaction. "I'll be honest, I don't know if there's a tactful way to say this." Mori walked over to the table in the room covered in strange bars. "I think it would be better if I just show you." She picked up one of the bars and pressed one of the colored nubs on it; the large frame of flat black was filled with color. Before long, to all of their surprise, fascination, and horror, their own lives were being played before them through moving drawings.

"That's definitely us!" "What does this mean?"

The image froze when Mori hit another nub on the device. "So all of you are just characters in a story, and now you've been pulled into ... the world the writer of your story lives in -I'm not the writer of your original lives to be clear; I'm just a dedicated fan." Her shirt added proof to her statement since the scribble of white, purple and yellow on it was vaguely reminiscent of Sinbad -especially with the text "THIS IS A FLIRT ONLY ZONE" underneath.

This made even less sense then there not being any Rukh or magoi. Whatever his Generals started saying, Sinbad wasn't hearing any of it over his own racing thoughts. "If we're just characters in a story, how did this happen?"

Mori spent a minute thinking before answering. "Okay so, I have some theories involving multidimensional theory and string theory that could explain all cases of Isekai -teleporting into other dimensions. And quantum computers have managed to simulate pushing a qubit through a wormhole ((reported by the California Institute of Technology in Nov 2022)), and will probably be able to send whole atoms in the next decade... But I really doubt you're asking me to give you an hour plus long talk on quantum and theoretical physics. But even if I did there is no way to prove any of it is what happened to you."

"What I'm hearing is that you don't know."

"This could just be another story where you all were brought via a plot device."

"You have got to be joking."

Mori waved their hands to try to dispel the growing tension. "It is possible, but if I was the sole writer, I wouldn't have brought all of you here. My morals wouldn't have let me separate any of the Generals from their families, nor take Yam away from her magic like this. So it's even harder for me to tell if this is real or not, and I love breaking the fourth wall!"

The room went silent. How was any of this believable? No. How was any of this acceptable? Sinbad had things to do! He was about to make a huge leap towards realizing his dream! He was chosen by Fate to be King of the world and the new God! He wouldn't fail like Solomon did! --- ~POV Mori~ While our guests struggled with their new reality, my sibling came back from escorting our socially anxious father to his room. They looked at the Generals and then back at me. They had their phone out. "They're all adults, right?"

"Yeah." I answered. We had already discussed what we would do in the case of a reverse isekai for fun.

"Good. We'll need their consent to sell photographs. What cosplay could be more perfect than the actual characters?"

I laughed. "That's true. But Magi hasn't been main stream for a while, so we're going to have to branch out into original stuff fairly quickly." Actually, "Do we dye their hair or get them wigs?" Their hair colors all shifted to natural colors for this world when they got here -just like mine became anime colors in Sindria's Prophet. "I can always Photoshop it."

"Yeah. That's cheaper for now anyway." Lyly glanced at our guests. "I knew we'd have to sell feet pics to get by eventually, I just always thought they'd be yours."

I crossed my arms. "Same." I've been stopped by a few people in person asking to smell or touch my feet; someone even stopped a group conversation to offered me $1k in cash while we were still in front of everyone for me to give him a footjob -it wasn't even the first time he asked either. I said 'no' every time, but I have learned that my feet are apparently very sexy. It's a shame, because I really hate wearing shoes, but now I have to cover my feet every where I go for safety. the real fantasy of Sindria's Prophet is getting to walk around publicly in flip flops/sandels without being propositioned over my feet //jk

Lyly looked over at Drakon. "It's a real shame he didn't stay a dragon. The scaly market is under served."

"Right???"

It was at that moment that the guests got to a question I wasn't ready to answer yet.

"If we're characters from a story, what rolls did we play?" "Oh! That's a good question." "We were clearly central characters in what we saw."

As long as they only theorized amongst themselves-

"Excuse me, Mori." Ja'far took on the roll of the polite diplomat. "What were our rolls in the story? And," I did not like where this was going, "how did the story end?"

Fuck

All eyes were on me. This was something I refused to tell them directly in my fanfic -for good reason! Besides, I still didn't know when in the story they were from.

"Hehehehe" Lyly giggled from next to me. "Yeah, Mori. Why do you tell them all about it?" They're face was a shit eating grin. "You're always talking to us about it, so it's not like you don't know." They were digging my grave for me!

But I had already planned for how to deal with this exact situation in countless daydreams. I turned to our guests with my best customer service smile. "Even better than me telling you, why don't you read it yourselves?" Was not going put myself at risk by defaming Sinbad in front of Ja'far -even if I was telling the truth.

Lyly cut in again, "Both anime cut short of the manga though." They watched me with a smile. "How are they going to read it? I'm not going to give them my phone, and I doubt the Sir (our father) will either." They looked at my shirt for some reason and then back up at me. "But I guess it wouldn't matter if they used one of your devices."

My phone and my computers were plastered with my Sinbad obsession. I couldn't hand those over. Even if I let them use my main PC while I was at work, my room was full of Sinbad figs. I had them strategically placed so that anywhere I looked from my desk I would see a Sinbad to give me a boost of dopamine. I would not let that conceded man know how much I liked him. This was fine though because I had also planned for this eventuality. "That's fine actually. I'll just make a separate login on my laptop and give them that. My account is passworded anyway."

Lyly just raised their eyebrows and didn't say anything as they admitted defeat.

"You know what?" I continued triumphantly. "I'll go do that now. Could you go prepare tea or something for them?"

"Yeah, okay."

Hopefully that would distract everyone for a while. My family were all strong advocates for tea. Between Lyly and me, we owned around 30 different types of tea. And Lyly was magical with food. If they made something specifically catered to each person then it could take nearly 30 minutes. That would be plenty of time for me to make and set up a second account. --- When I was 4 1/2 years old, we had to move because my mom's job changed locations. At that same time she was pregnant with my younger sibling, so we also moved into a bigger home. My parents were sold a house they couldn't afford the upkeep on, but they wouldn't understand that for several years. And because of the economy crashing, both of my parents losing their jobs, metal health problems, addiction, and pride: my parents out right denied the idea of selling the house they couldn't actually afford to live in. And so even with them pulling out of their retirement savings every few years, our roof has poorly patched holes, the siding and paint is chipping everywhere, and all of the windows have something wrong with them -to name some of the growing problems. No matter how far we fell out of the middle class they would not sacrifice the status symbols they fought tooth and nail in their 20's to obtain. However, a real middle class family doesn't need financial aid for basic needs like we do.

At least in instances like this, their stubbornness came in handy. This house has a few more rooms than the average. Both of my parents were hoarders (naturally and because we were too poor to get rid of anything); 7 years after my mom's death, we were still clearing out her things, and fighting my father from adding to the problem. Luckily, in the past few years we had managed to mostly clear out the 2 rooms that had once been a dining room(now "the back room"), and home office/computer room (now "the den"). It would be cramped, but we would be able to fit all 9 of our surprise guests. Both the living room and the den each have a sofa with a pullout queen mattress, and since my dad was a literal hoarder that wouldn't let us throw things out, we have another old queen mattress in our basement, and a king mattress blocking the coat closet. The two old mattresses could be laid on the floor in the back room next to the den. All 4 of those would be enough to fit 9 people ....even with Hina being a giant. I decided to leave the end decisions for who would sleep where to our guests. If they could run a country, they could figure out their sleeping arrangements on their own.

Our nine guests stayed huddled around the laptop to start reading their Fate while my family and I got to clearing places for them to sleep. Eventually, they got bored with reading their own lives and started asking more about our world instead. Lyly and I took turns answering, and setting them up with educational videos while we got back to work. Ja'far, Drakon, and Spartos took turns helping us move things, and setting things up. Hina offered to help, but he was holding the laptop so he was stuck. There's no way we would have gotten everything moved before sundown without their help.

Having a lot of mouths to feed and a low budget, meant we were going to have to go back to making a lot of soup, pasta, rice, and sleep for even more meals. We're Italian Americans so we already have a lot of pasta. My stomach can't handle that much pasta though, so I switched to rice, and I was not about to switch back. Once Sinbad & Co are able to get an income we'll be able to eat better. --- ~POV Generals~ With the night creeping up on them, they decided to wind down and go to bed. There was a lot they all had to process. Mori left her laptop with them so they could look stuff up in the middle of the night. Their hosts were also able to find clothes to lend to all of them ...except for Hina. They had one shirt that was close, but it was still too tight.

That just left them with final decisions on sleeping arrangements. Hina would only fit on the king sized bed, so that was one down. The biggest question is who would get the den. Out of all of the rooms they had seen, the den was obviously maintained that best. There were only two stacks of boxes tucked away in different corners. Two of the walls had bookshelves built into them and were full from floor to ceiling. There was a solid wood desk that was a little cluttered but still nice. The TV, table, and sofa on the other side of the desk were also well taken care of. With the wall of windows on the other side of the room from the door, this was easily the most comfortable room in the house, and was the best option of the choices of sleeping arrangements given to them. It was also the closet in the den where all of their metal vessels and other personal items were being stored.

Sinbad cleared his throat to get the attention of his Generals. "I think we should let Yam use this room -and Pisti if she wants to join her. It's the only spot with a closable door." He smiled at their confused faces.

Ja'far called his bluff, "Are you sure? We all figured you'd want the room to yourself."

Sin's expression softened. "I'm sure. Yam won't be in any condition to be around others for a while. This will give her the privacy she needs." Yam was having a crisis now that she suddenly had no access to Rukh or magic.

Ja'far was proud that Sin wasn't as selfish as he was in his youth. "That's a good point." Their King always made sure that they were taken care of. It's why they never regretted following him. "Then where do you want to sleep, Sin?"

He smiled, "I'll be fine," and looked back in the direction of their hosts, "I have a feeling I'll be sleeping very comfortably during our stay here."

A voice came in from the other room, "Alright, sleep well, Mori."

"That's my cue." Sinbad dashed into the living room at the sound of his target leaving.

Masrur verbalized what they all were thinking. "Womanizer of the Seven Seas."

As much as his Generals mocked him, they were also his most dedicated audience, so they weren't far behind. They missed whatever Sin's opening line had been but they arrived just in time to see him with an arm around Mori. The man works quickly alright.

However, his target looked more confused than charmed. "What are you doing?"

Sinbad was normally the type to back down the moment his target wasn't receptive to him, but there was no way he wasn't going to not sleep on a bed or with a beautiful companion when he had the opportunity. His smile continued to glitter. "I'm following directions."

Mori looked up at him even more confused. Her voice cracked as she made some sound to request an explanation.

The King laughed, glanced at her shirt and then back up at her. "That is me on your shirt, isn't it?"

Mori's expression went blank as she watched him for a few seconds. When his words finally registered in her head, she looked down at her shirt. Her expression twisted in horror and disgust "Oh, Fuck Me!" Her free hand smacked into her face in shame.

Sin laughed again before teasing, "That is what I'm hoping to do."

There was silence for a moment as the whole room registered just how blatant Sin's comment was. Mori uncovered her face and glared daggers up at the man who had one arm still wrapped around her. "You will not touch me or my younger sibling without explicit verbal permission ever again." Sinbad removed his hand and took as many steps backwards as he could. "And if you do, we will kick you out onto the street. There will be no second chances."

"Yes, ma'am."

And so Sinbad ended up sleeping on the other pull out mattress since it was closest to the bathroom.

((Now that I have it set up, the next will be the fun parts of the characters living with me irl :3 I'm still looking for suggestions. Not sure when I'll post it or if I'll post something else first.))

#adventures of simpbad #reverse isekai au #sinbad x oc #king sinbad #king sinbad x oc

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