#maybe some aren't active anymore sorry

[bossladytae]

10 FANDOMS, 10 CHARACTERS

List 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.

Tagged by the lovely @sebfreak -- thank you!! (This is so late, lol)

I'll do this as a separate post rather than adding to a thread. Since this is a Gintama-centric blog, I'll leave out Gintama characters since my faves are pretty clear, lol. This list was so hard to do -- so many faves across many fandoms!

Joo Ha-Rim (Nabi)

Kumou Okuni (Rengoku ni Warau)

Mitsui Hisashi (Slam Dunk)

Tenel Ka Djo (Star Wars)

Ochiai Chouji a.k.a. Otcho (20th Century Boys)

Royce Melborn (Riyria Chronicles)

Lucy Carlyle (Lockwood & Co.)

Dick Grayson (DC Comics; Robin, Nightwing, etc)

Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Tagging: @naladot @arirna @seigibathala @suchine-toki @pwapuri @courtesanofdeath @loveatthirdsight @y-y-yorozuya @witchoftheseagrass @junonreactor

[evreeone]

text (i can't put read-mores anymore without preface text, is why there's something here always)

i feel like there's a switch in my brain that gets flipped every other day that just has flipping between "i'm okay, i can just bide my time the next (hopefully only) four years, i'm somewhere that at least state-wise is protective, i won't have it as bad as everyone else, it's going to be fine. i have my small community in the form of my friends if nothing else, and i have at least One friend irl who is pretty supportive and protective, even if the world around me is going to fall apart i won't be alone in it and it might fall apart less for me personally so maybe i shouldn't be so negative" or "i want to [----] myself, i'm sick and getting sicker, old and getting older and i can barely physically handle climate change right Now let alone how it'll worsen once environmental protection policies get cut, i'm in a city where racists are pretty bold and i'm already too afraid to leave my house, i'm going to have to watch people i love and care about and family in less safe states suffer even more, i'm going to watch the birds suffer, Why do i even Want to continue living this life because there's no Living to it as someone who is just a shut-in and now any small tentative hopes i had for a future in being more openly queer are Pretty Much Gone because i'm not strong enough to persist as myself in the current political environment"

every time i wake up. the smallest tinge of hope some mornings and then complete and utter hopelessness other mornings, and it's exhausting. i never really think about the future much because i always expect to die before i get there but it's been especially hard to grapple with the fact that the one time i started to (within the past year) it immediately went to shit.

i still really don't know what to do, for myself or for others, and i think the answer might really just be Nothing and that's. hard. as it stands though i am still clinging to rain world dlc release date as at least a Gotta Get This Far marker and just crossing my fingers something else is dangled in front of my brain like a horse and a carrot that'll help me continue to push myself forward

[puppmeo]

And the cycle begins anew . As it does every week

[ariaste]

listen ok so i made some good jokes yesterday about Lestat having an onlyfans but i am back today with a new essay and this one is entitled

Why The Invention Of Social Media Is Going to Permanently Save Loustat's Fucking Marriage

come on this journey with me.

ok so on one hand we have Louis, who does not like to leave the house except when he absolutely fucking has to and even then he resents it. my man wants to be at home with a book 100% of the time and he's so fucking valid for that. When he leaves the house, bad things happen to him. He has learned this and honestly i can't fault his evidence. it sucks out there. it truly incredibly sucks out there.

the problem is that sometimes he is married to lestat, who starts clawing at the walls if people aren't paying attention to him for 12 consecutive seconds, and being Out Of The House is the best place for him to go foraging for People To Pay Attention To Him. my man once had a rock star career the way that some people get addicted to meth brewed in a trashcan in someone's garage. Louis, through no fault of his own, is simply not capable of filling this psychological need no matter how hard he tries, except he should not even HAVE to try like that, because no one can do it, because Lestat is fucked up and like wasn't hugged enough as a child or something

this imbalance in their relationship is the core source of all their marital problems since day 1: THIS man's idea of a good time is chilling on the sofa in silence and maybe staring contemplatively at the wall for a while, and THIS man starts self-destructing at a truly astonishing rate if no one is making eye contact with him. If you make Louis go outside and socialize with people, he's miserable and sulking and whining about "are we done can we go home". If you make Lestat sit in silence in a chair for five minutes he starts crying and claiming that No One Has Ever Loved Him, Ever, Ever, And No One Understands Him, And He Hates Everyone In This House and He Is Being Actively Neglected And Cruelly Mistreated Right Now And No One Even Bothers To Feel Sorry For Him, This Is BASICALLY Domestic Violence Against Him Personally, If Only Anyone Knew About The Quiet Hidden Tragedies Of An Unhappy Marriage, and then he breaks some furniture and a window and isn't seen again for six weeks and comes back like "you will not believe what just happened, i [checks notes] met Merlin and also a dragon who gave me three wishes, brb i'm going to write another book about it :))))"

all you fucking have to do to fix their problems is to hand Lestat a cellphone and say the words "do you know about social media? you can say whatever shit you want and there's always someone awake in some time zone to talk to you." Suddenly Lestat is now very interested in sitting quietly on the couch, Lounging Alluringly and posting thirst traps on instagram and finally getting emotional fulfillment from all the likes and comments of "omg???? omg this is the hottest man alive". he does not have to leave the house anymore to get his attention meth. His yawning abyss of neediness is being fulfilled by having parasocial relationships with millions of strangers online who all think he's sexy and don't have to experience how fucking awful he is up close. he can flirt pointlessly with 200 people at once which is FINALLY ENOUGH FLIRTATIONS FOR HIM TO SATISFACTORILY JUGGLE

Meanwhile Louis is 3 feet away, vaguely reflecting to himself that HE is feeling all emotionally fulfilled because they're spending this great Quality Time together in perfect silence while he reads his book and Lestat plays on his cellular telephone and only OCCASIONALLY giggles to himself or says "louis which of these photos do you think is sexier, the one with four buttons undone or the one with five buttons undone" Louis is feeling like his Opinion is being Valued, Louis feels like he is being Consulted on Matters that are Important To Lestat. He has opinions about the photographs. It is not that much trouble to be interrupted from staring philosophically at the wall to spend five seconds looking at a photograph and then saying "that one". Finally he is experiencing Cozy Domesticity. he is so horny about it. lestat is surprised and bewildered about the sudden sharp increase in the amount of sex he is now getting but before he can make any vaguely mean comments about it (bc he's confused and vaguely defensive and worried that it's going to stop out of nowhere and he doesn't know any other interpersonal skills for expressing a thought) his phone pings about how he's just broken 5 million followers on instagram and he totally forgets to even mention the sex thing, which means that he continues getting the sex instead of inciting an argument about the sex and going through his 800th divorce from Louis

all their friends are extremely confused when a whole month, and then six months, and then a year goes by without another Loud Divorce happening and no one crashing through their front door like "I HAVE TO SLEEP IN YOUR GUEST COFFIN FOR THE NEXT MONTH, HE IS INTOLERABLE". They are worried. they are concerned. what is going on over there. are they both dead. no, they can't both be dead, Lestat just posted another tiktok of him sucking on his own fingers, which he would not be doing if Louis were dead. there is an ecosystem collapse happening in the groupchat and it's because the main Drama Vectors have been neutralized

[thewertsearch]

EB: but in the end, you did it to help me, didn't you? EB: really, i should probably be thanking you! EB: uh… EB: are you there? AG: Yes, I am here. AG: Sorry, I wasn't sure what to say for a moment. AG: I am just so incredi8ly relieved you are not angry with me.

This is probably the first time anyone's ever appreciated Vriska’s 'help'.

She's used to (justified) hostility from the trolls. The idea that John would thank her is as alien to her as he is. She can barely comprehend it.

AG: I don't know, John. You'd 8e surprised how often people resent it when you try to help them! AG: 8ut see, you really get it. That's why you're special.

Well, hang on a second, Vriska.

Tavros resented you for a good fucking reason. Things aren't different because John's 'special', they're different because you're actively treating him better than your last apprentice.

Vriska enjoyed torturing Tavros. Maybe she did think she was ‘helping’ him, but she also knew it was a miserable experience for the guy. There was an undertone of sadism to it that can't be denied, no matter what her true intentions were.

Contrast this with John, who she killed painlessly in his sleep. She didn't torment him, she didn't gloat or insult him, and she went out of her way to make his death as comfortable as possible. Unlike Tavros, Vriska actually cares about John's well-being, and that's why he's more receptive.

John's thankful because he can tell that Vriska cares, and Tavros resented her 'training' because he knew she didn't. Does she really not grok the difference?

AG: I know how this is pro8a8ly going to sound, especially to a human. AG: 8ut I just killed someone.

And I think you’re having some very unwelcome feelings about it.

Just what is happening to you, Vriska?

AG: He was a friend. AG: Someone from our team. […] AG: The truth is I killed him 8ecause at the time, I thought I wanted to, and sort of felt like I finally had to.

I think you killed him because that's what you're trained for. Years of FLARPing with Terezi has trained you to deal with problematic trolls decisively and violently, and years of feeding your lusus has taught you that being a murderer is what defines you. From multiple directions at once, your instincts were screaming that it was time for Tavros to die.

And yet... you're saying you thought you had to kill him. You're not sure anymore - and thus, a small crack begins to form in your worldview.

Vriska Serket is beginning to change.

[bob-artist]

Just found you via your funny dream comic. Good stuff 😆. Definitely gonna read the rest, and I was surprised you had your own website. Looks good on mobile too. I’ve got a comic that some friends keep trying to build me a site for but I’ve been telling them no because it seems like between webtoon and social media nobody is interested in personal sites anymore.

Have you noticed an uptick in engagement from your site? Would you recommend going that route? I’d like to hear your thoughts.

I’m also interested in how you decided to build/host it, if that question isn’t too lame.

Anyway, glad I found your comics!

Ah thank you for checking out Into the Smoke's website!!

Oh, I have SO many thoughts about independent webcomic sites and why people should have them. I have so many thoughts, and I'm so so sorry.

Why did I decide to have my own webcomic site?

First of all, this is not a lame question and I wish we could all have this conversation more often, so I could maybe write just a paragraph instead of this whole dissertation!

1. Because I lived through webcomics history.

I launched my first webcomic in 2011. I watched the webcomics scene shift over the years from self-hosted sites to third party sites, and I saw what it meant for independent creators. We lost vital infrastructure, relationships, habits, and control over our own work. I think self-hosted sites are an important backbone for creators, even if/when their largest *numbers* come from a third party site.

We’re all supposed to be helping each other, not fighting each other to satisfy the algorithm. Our early tools (webrings, link trades, comic databases, sharing each other’s posts) were small but meaningful, and they also helped us maintain a community mindset in a long and sometimes lonely line of work. When we started leaning on hosting sites, we let a lot of those tools and relationships decay. And now a lot of people are locked into imbalanced relationships with hosting sites that leave them with very little agency and control over their work and how it’s shared (or isn’t shared).

Hosting sites are great for removing barriers to entry (cost/time to build a site). And a lot of them have large built-in audiences. But the big ones aren’t run by people who care about creators. They’re designed to extract the maximum value from your work while giving you the least they can get away with. Use them if you want (I do), but don't be dependent on them.

2. Comics are the main thing I do for a living, and a website gives me the tools to promote my work and build relationships with my readers.

Most apps and third party sites actively prevent or suppress these things. On your own site, you can share all the info you want about your upcoming Kickstarter, your tradpub book release, your merch, etc. You can collect email addresses for your newsletter. You can literally just talk about your weekend, and you’re not gonna have a 150-character limit.

Yeah, not everyone wants to read a wall of text (ha ha...), but acting like a person reminds readers to treat you like a person. This is one of my main gripes with the apps and social media - they suppress human connection and present you like a cog in their machine that only exists to churn out free content.

3. I have a consistent home base and full control over how my work is displayed.

I don’t have to fight against an app that’s trying to direct my readers toward whichever content is most profitable for them. On an app, the readers “belong” to them, not you. (Who has their email addresses?) So if I'm putting effort into promoting my comic, I'm promoting my own site. (oh look, I just did it.)

Hosting sites/apps aren't designed to showcase your work. They showcase the app’s collection, and they're designed to keep readers on the app, jumping from creator to creator. This can help readers find you, but it also devalues your work and dilutes its impact.

And the app might not show your work to anyone anyway. Tapas is a great example; they recently redesigned their site to prioritize their Originals, and independent creators are hidden away in a “community” tab with barely any discoverability anymore. This is always the struggle on a third party site.

4. I hate censorship.

Into the Smoke is Teen 16/17+ and Demon of the Underground is R/18+. My comics aren’t even explicit, but I still can’t post my true, uncensored vision for either story on third party apps governed by Apple’s App Store and Visa/Mastercard’s tight content restrictions.

If webcomics exist exclusively on apps with heavy censorship, we’ll never have the diversity of storytelling and freedom of expression that’s necessary for groundbreaking or subversive art to happen. And that’s bad for everyone.

Adult brains need to engage with adult concepts. Difficult and triggering topics need to be explored in creative spaces. Artists need freedom to stretch their creative muscles without falling into the damaging patterns of self-censorship that come from having to tiptoe around arbitrary platform rules.

We can’t let the rules of like 3 American companies dictate what every webcomic reader around the world is allowed to read.

5. An independent website can’t easily be taken away from you.

Just make regular backups! You can always move to a new web host and redirect URLs if needed, and you won't lose your readers. On the other hand, you can easily lose the bulk of your audience on a third party site based on circumstances outside your control.

Let’s talk about Smack Jeeves, a formerly popular webcomic hosting site that was bought out and then shut down, leaving lots of cartoonists homeless. Or we can talk about the Tumblr NSFW purge of 2018, where I lost a huge chunk of my first webcomic’s following and most of my webcomic mutuals, even though my own account stayed within the rules. Or Musk buying Twitter, the platform where I once found my literary agent through a publishing event but now get no traction at all.

Have I noticed an uptick in engagement from my site?

I don’t have analytics on my site yet. But, up until a few days ago, that's where people were reading, thanks to my own efforts and the support of my comics friends and all of y’all who shared my ITS posts. (THANK YOU ALL!) I didn't have any discoverability on Webtoon or Tapas yet.

I got 10-15 new patrons between May 25 and June 5. Up until a few days ago, I even had more ITS newsletter subscribers than Webtoon subscribers.

What happened a few days ago is my Webtoon mirror suddenly blew up with 100+ new subs a day. I don’t know where I’m being featured, but I know I’m only getting those readers because Webtoon suddenly chose to grant me visibility. That can end just as instantly with an algorithm tweak or them deciding not to show my comic anymore. (When my first webcomic was in one of their pay programs in 2018, I went from $300 or $400/month to $0 overnight due to a policy change.) So I’ll enjoy it while it lasts, but I won't de-prioritize my website.

The new Webtoon readers are awesome and supportive, and I’m 100% thrilled to have them. But the Webtoon influx isn't resulting in a Patreon influx like my website launch did. I wouldn't expect it to, this early in the story. But it's consistent with my past experience polling my patrons: even when 50% of my readers came from the apps, 90% of patrons read on my website. (Your audience may vary.) And since I depend on crowdfunding for my comic, that's important to me.

Would I recommend going the route of having your own site?

For anyone who’s just testing the waters with webcomics, it might be overkill.

But for anyone who’s committed to their webcomic, I recommend having your own site AND mirroring on every third party site you can, provided you’re cool with their terms of service. It's important to meet readers where they are. Let those hosting sites lend you their readers. Some readers will even want to visit your home site where they can read ahead, read the uncensored version of your comic, get more info, or sign up for your newsletter.

Just remember, no one will discover your independent website all on their own. They’ll only find it through the work you put into promotion. But the reader that cares enough to come to your home site is a special type of reader.

So how do you get readers to visit an independent webcomic site?

Find your allies

These are people who work in similar areas as you who want to help you succeed, and whom you want to help succeed. Chat with each other, help each other, promote each other, boost each other, link to each other (psst, my links page just went live!), be there for each other - behind the scenes and in public.

God, I am SO bad at approaching people, but this is important, and not just for comics.

Be part of a community

Really, this is an extension of the above point. It's easier to find your allies if you're part of a community.

I’m a member of the Cartoonist Cooperative, and they’re a GREAT group of talented people all across the comics industry. The mission of @cartoonistcoop is to help create better conditions for comic workers through cooperation and collective action, and I’ve found so much help from them with Into the Smoke and comics as a whole. (JOIN! They're great!!)

The goal of the co-op isn't to drive traffic to your website. But being part of it has helped me at every level of crafting my comic, including promoting it and making it good enough that I can take pride in promoting it. And it's helped me ground myself as part of a community after I lost so much of mine in past years of burnout and platform enshittification.

Another option: @spiderforestcomics is a great webcomic collective full of supportive creators, and I believe they’re open to submissions till the end of June! They also have an awesome collaborative community mindset, and I've known some of their members for years.

Direct readers to your RSS feed and newsletter

Getting readers to your website is great, but they need to keep coming back for future updates, and it’s hard to remind them without an app notification. You may need to teach younger readers what RSS feeds are. Inoreader is a great RSS reader for the 2024 era.

The dreaded SEO

That’s Search Engine Optimization - optimizing your website so that people can easily find your comic via search engines. That’s a topic for another day, but feel free to research it!

Paid promo

This can be tricky, and I really only recommend spending promo money if you’re making a comic on a professional basis, because then it’s an investment you'll make back.

That said, Comicad.net is a great independent site where you can buy banner slots on other creators’ sites. I just ran small campaign myself. (And no, I won’t ever be offended if you outbid me!)

I haven’t bought any Tumblr Blaze slots, but I got BOPPed (blaze other people’s posts; apparently that’s what it’s called, lol) once on this account and once on a side blog, and both were highly impactful. (Thanks, friend!!) So I consider it a solid option, and it looks really cheap compared to other social media sites. (Never trust Meta.)

And where can you learn more about building a webcomic site?

I know you didn't ask, but if I'm gonna share all this, I might as well give folks a starting place to actually do the thing.

Now, I’m *bad* at offering cheap and easy web solutions. My specialty is hard and expensive. But my one piece of advice: PLEASE make your webcomic site mobile friendly for the current generation of readers! When we talk about barriers to entry, remember that more people have phones than computers, and many can't afford computers.

Anyway, here's some webcomic website resources from OTHER people!

The Cartoonist Co-op has LOTS of great resources on building webcomic sites! Several of them! Check them all out!

@screentonescast has a podcast episode on webcomic web design and one on RSS feeds!

@jeypawlik also has a great comic about how RSS feeds work.

So, congrats if you made it this far. Go make a website, y'all! And if you read any indie comics, go visit the creator's website!

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

hello! how are you? I hope everything is ok, it's me again, sorry for the inconvenience!

But I have a doubt, maybe this can even become a chapter

After the reader returns from Teyvat, all injured, having lost some fingers and teeth (from what I remember from Fitzgerald's chapter), Yosano is the only one who knew the total destruction done to the reader's body (Fitzgerald theoretically also know after having heard Pantalone and Ningguang commenting), having to take care of the reader and having her ability, well, we all know how Yosano's ability works, would she feel bad about having to use her ability on the reader to help him recover (even though it's the only way), besides, being a doctor, she has a greater understanding of things, do you think the reader's situation would make her sadder? Because she understand more about injuries, etc.?

thank you for your attention :)

Count them

Self-Aware BSD AU x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Self-Aware! Akiko Yosano x GN! Reader

Description: Yosano found another reason to hate her ability.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Injuries.

Set during last bits of Lost and Found, during Reader being unconscious.

Short fic.

A bit of comfort at the end.

______

Yosano has a strange relationship with "Thou Shalt Not Die".

She wasn't fond of it. Yet, there is no way she will dismiss its usefulness.

The ability was powerful, but, Yosano wished, that it could be activated differently.

But, when she got her chance, she missed it. She choosed something different.

_________

Yosano looked at the screen of Ango's computer. He recently got access to game files and find a way to alter their abilities.

"So... I could either choose my ability be able to heal any decease, be it chronic, internal, or incurable by modern medicine, or have "Thou Shalt Not Die" activated without fatal injuries, but stuck with physical external injuries?"

Ango nodded.

"Yes. I am sorry, but, you can't have both."

Yosano closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.

"Can I have some time to think about it?"

Ango smiles reassuringly.

"Of course, Yosano-san"

Yosano spent whole night, reading about diseases from real world. About experience medicine, about slim chances. And about not having chances.

In the morning, she chooses being able to choose any diseases.

_______

Yosano silently leave your room. She needs one moment to herself.

To write it down.

She returned to her room and took one of her books from the shelf.

A simple atlas medical book.

It took her few minutes to find pen and pencils.

She never thought about that part of her ability. About knowing what injuries her ability have healed.

You have many. And fatal injuries.

In no way it were good news, but, at least, there was no need for Yosano to hurt you more. To use her ability.

Yosano took a pen and opened the book.

Time to write them down.

______

Burned mouth

Broken ribs

Multiple burns on legs, arms

Cut off toes

Removed canines (all four)

Ear bitten off (old injury)

Shoulders were pierced (claws? old injury)

Multiple stabs in the chest (arrow, spears)

Left eye gouged out

Nose broken (not clear, if it was an incident, or from the hit)

All nails torn off

Patches of skin removed (all body parts)

Joint dislocated (rack?)

how dare they...

_______

Yosano hid the book with the list.

She won't show it to anyone.

She won't tell anyone about it.

The anger will fuel. Her anger already burns with rage.

They don't need to know. For nor.

Right now, they should focus on you.

And not on the desire to chop off everything that monsters have.

Right now, she should return to you. And wait for you to wake up.

_______

Yosano rubbed your feet.

"All toes are here." her voice was hushed and soft.

"All toes are her." echoed you.

Yosano carefully rubbed your knees.

"Your knees aren't dislocated."

"They aren't dislocated" repeated you.

It became your daily routine.

Yosano would point at every part of you, that were injured, showing you, reminding you, that you aren't injured anymore. That you are safe. That you aren't in pain.

Yosano finished with you and left for a moment to wash her hands.

When she returns, she sat down on the bed near you.

She squeezed your hand.

"[Y/N]... You will never be hurt again. You will never be scared again."

You nodded weakly. You still were scared. But, even so, you believed in Yosano's words.

Yosano carefully pet your head.

"Let's brush your hair."

Yosano helped you sit up and took a hairbrush from the nightstand.

Carefully and gently, Yosano brushed your tangled hair. You yawned. You had another sleepless night, and brushing made you sleepy. Yosano whispered.

"You can sleep, if you want. I will be here. We will be here."

'I won't leave. You won't dissapear. No one will hurt you. There will be no need to use my ability on you. For me to count them.'

"Sleep, My Dear Dango. Don't be afraid. You are home."

You doze off. You had no dreams. Just a healthy dreamless sleep.

______

Tag list: @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters @nervousinfluencertidalwave @ayameshu @izzieg3987

[copper-16]

Chapter 8 has been posted - but before everyone goes to read, a little bit of an announcement on my end:

This is going to be my last longer Mapi/Ingrid story, and probably the end of me being super active/posting on ao3 and tumblr. I might write the occasional story here and there, but writing is not bringing me the same joy it once was and I want to dedicate my time to other things. I’ll still be around reading on ao3 and somewhat on Tumblr, but I just won’t be posting a whole ton on either. I’ve been so incredibly lucky to get to know all of you guys on here, and to receive so much love for my work. It means the absolute world to me - and thank you all so much for welcoming me into this little community so wonderfully! I hope the stories I wrote were able to bring just a little bit of happiness when you guys needed it (even if I constantly left everyone on cliffhangers - I truly am sorry about that).

The rest of this is long, and you don't have to read it if you don't want to, you can just go ahead to the story now if you would like. I'm not known for my ability to keep concise, that is for certain. If brevity is the soul of wit - perhaps we know why my stories aren't very funny!

I’ve especially enjoyed joining tumblr and really finding a little community here. Getting to interact with so many people, both those who read my works and those who don’t, has been such a joy for me. I love getting to hear when people like the things I've written, even if it touches them in a small way. I love getting to interact with so many brilliant minds and am forever in awe of how much amazing talent there is in this little corner of the internet! I've made some incredible friends from getting to be on here, and it makes me so happy to have a little community of people I love. Thank you guys for letting me have space here even if I don’t write reader works or know how this app works most of the time.

I started writing seriously in September 2022 and I can't tell you how much joy it has brought me in the last two years. As someone who doesn't enjoy the college degree they are currently getting, this was such a fun creative outlet for me. It was so cool to have this blank canvas to work with, to weave things together, especially as I began to write longer stories. Writing was a place to destress for me and interact with other people who loved football as I was coming to love it. Every single kudos, comment, and bookmark meant so much to me. Even when it was something silly like someone dubbing the 'Copper Monologue,' it made me feel so seen. Someone cared enough to read enough of my works to pick out the fact that I do that? Absolutely mind blowing to me. It's crazy to hear that people cared about the silly little stories I wrote. When someone told me that I was one of the things to help inspire them to write their own stuff - I think I properly sobbed. It meant more to me than anything has in this entire world, and it still does! Writing has helped me to process, it's helped me to grow, it's helped me learn to identify my emotions and struggles and think through my own thought processes. I hope that maybe for someone out there, it could help them do that as well. It's a little strange for me not to want to do that anymore. Writing this last story solidified to me that for the most part it was time to be done, and HDITA was more of a goodbye than anything else. But even with that, it feels strange not to be thinking of my next idea, thinking of how I am going to create characters and relationships and plot lines.

I think for me right now, I'm just excited to be myself. Maybe this vessel of writing was what I needed to get myself through the last two years. I wrote la princesa when I was at my absolute worst in life, and as I've grown and matured as a person, I like to think that my writing has. I no longer find myself in a place where it fills a huge void in my own life that I once needed.

I've grown a lot as a writer these few years (those who read my earlier works will understand), and I'm excited to one day come back to it, maybe in a different sphere. I love the idea now of writing a real book. It always terrified me before - I didn't know where I would start or if I would be horrible at it. But you all have given me the confidence that maybe at least one person would like it, and maybe that's enough of a reason to try. So thank you all for holding my hand and encouraging me. I hope that if nothing else, everyone remembers that a little bit of kindness on here or ao3 or anywhere on the internet costs nothing, and yet can go a long way.

It did for me.

But enough of my sappy rambling, please enjoy this last chapter of mine. I hope it brings you as much joy as it brought me when I was writing it. Love you all so so much!

Chapter 8 of How Do I Trust Again?

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ How aib males comfort you having your period. ♠️

A/N: So, I got something in my mind because it's literally my time to shine ... maybe this makes me feel a little better. 🫠

Summary: You're fighting for life and death, nobody understands why the streets are empty or how you got to the Borderland in the first place, and as if all that wasn't stressful enough, you also get your period. It feels like anything is possible here, but your body is definitely no exception. On an evening when everyone at the beach is trying to have a good time, you prefer to stay in your room and snuggle up in your bed while you pout to yourself and don't feel like doing anything.

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube & Niragi.

POV: fem!reader

Warnings: Not given.

A g u n i

Not gonna lie, I guess Aguni would be the man a woman would need the most in that time of the moth. I see him as someone who wouldn't be too intrusive but also doesn't make you feel like he doesn't care about you. He knows you well enough to know that chasing you out of bed or out of your room is pointless. As number one, he has to hold the position at the Beach, but that doesn't stop him from at least checking up on you.

And when he finds you in the room, as expected, he prefers to just stand at the door and look at you from there, asking something like:

"Do you need something?" "Are you in a lot of pain?" "Can I do something for you?" "Wanna be alone?"

Aguni is a man. He isn't just a boy anymore who would play down your suffering - your pain - or exaggerate it. Want him to leave? He will. Want him to join you for a moment? He will. Want some cookies or some other snacks and candies? He will bringt them to you.

It's that easy for him, there is nothing to discuss about.

A r i s u

Different from Aguni, Arisu would be the one who is the less experienced in that kind of topic. I can imagine he wouldn't even understand whats going on. So he asks you lots of questions, when he realizes you aren't with your and his own friends but instead lay in bed, impassive.

"Y/N, is something wrong?" "Did something happen?" "Has someone important-?" "I don't understand why you are in such a bad mood. Please, tell me, I can't help when I don't know what's wrong with you."

Let's be honest: yes, in the first place some of us girls and young women would feel a little annoyed by all his questions, but it's not his intention to! So, we shouldn't be such bitches and tell him at least the truth:

"I got my period today and ... yeah, that's it."

He may not have much experience with it, but we all know he's not stupid.

"Well ... I saw a plate of chocolate chip cookies in the lobby earlier. Shall I steal them and bring them up to you?"

Yes, king, please, steal the cookies ... ! 🫶🏻✨

C h i s h i y a

Definitely the most annoying and strenuous of all. Sorry, you know I love you, but you just know too much!

"From a medical point of view, physical activity relieves the pain of cramps." "Carbonated drinks should be avoided. The same goes for drinks with caffeine. This only exacerbates the pain." "Heat can help. And I'm not talking about the warmth provided by your comforter, but by hot water bottles or warm teas, for example - while we're on the subject of drinks."

Good tips, but nothing you want to hear in moments like these. No, really, we won't, darlin'.

"Don't you have anything better to do right now than bother me with your factual knowledge, Chishiya?"

He and Niragi would be the two most likely to awaken the monster in you.

"There are enough days left on my visa." "Means there is enough time to bother you with my factual knowledge."

... At least he takes his time for you and spends his day with you in bed, you can't deny you enjoy this a lot, honey. Neither can I ...

K a r u b e

A mixture of Aguni and Arisu, I think. I don't think he would be that calm like Aguni is and I don't think he would be as lost as Arisu is in that kind of topic. Karube knows that we normally get our period again every month, the only question is how long you've been a couple.

You have to get to know behaviors. Aguni is a man with a little more life experience than most. For him, all kinds of behavioral changes in women are not without reason and are often obvious- but for Karube? Hard to say, but as loyal and optimistic as he is, I think you will have good cards with him at your side.

At least he can see that you're not doing well. The reason doesn't matter at this point, only the fact counts for him and he automatically makes it his goal to see you laughing again, or at least smiling. So, Karube would stay with you in bed, no matter what. Except his visa says he will die tonight, then sorry, we have to let him go for a game ...

Time in bed includes much of cuddles, less talking but much little kisses all over your face, especially when it comes to your forehead and your cheeks. And when you look up to him, he will take the chance putting you a small kiss on the tip of your nose, finally making you giggle a little.

He loves hearing your laugh- most when he is the reason for it.

N i r a g i

I don't know why, but I just can't hate him, help.

The past often plays a major role in how a person develops over the course of their life. Niragi didn't have it easy back then and you are aware of that. But that's also why you're aware that he's not the best person to talk to in cases like this.

You can try to deal with it on your own, but that won't do you any good. And you can't hide anything from him either, which is why he will come up with the idea of visiting you in your room all by himself at some point. When he finds you, he just looks at you in irritation and says things that aren't bad, but in view of your situation … well, let's just say he is not that good with words and he can be happy that you know it.

"Laying in bed all day?" "What's that pout on your face, has someone upset you?" "Come on, let's get moving, the fun is just beginning."

And when you tell him, you are in a bad mood and he should just leave you alone, he is saying something he'll maye regret in just a few seconds ... or minutes ... or never.

"Why are you kicking me out now, are you on your period or-"

Believe me, Niragi IS regreting what he was saying. From that moment on, where you just sat up, gripping one of the pillows next to you, only to immediately throw it at him. Thanks to his reflexes, he is able to catch it- now he is just speechless, staring at you with his mouth, formed as an "o".

"I- ... Gotta get you some snacks."

"You better do, Suguru."

[enden-k]

I'm so glad someone said it...

Like, Genshin is THE toxic ex of gachas. I feel so sorry for those who had it as their first Gacha/current one and only one because of how they are. Like, no Gacha games (that I play) are this bad with rewards, literally they give out A LOT of rewards just for their half anniversary. Hoyo's Genshin team is just money hungry and expect the fanbase to stay loyal and just now they're giving a free 5 star because it finally has competition and their player base is declining. I'm so glad I played for less than a month (the story and gameplay wasn't fun for me) because I was able to see other Gacha games I enjoyed like wuwa (literally what I wanted from Genshin) and Nikke (I went for the csm collab but their story and music is actually good), heck, even crk (though I stopped after 2 years) because they're what normal gachas are. Gachas aren't meant to give low rewards like genshin, they usually reward players for playing with a good amount, even surpass the normal amount because their dev team cares.

im not much of a gacha player/enjoyer (my first actual gachas i enjoyed were 7k before it ended and fgo and i mainly started bc i love fate universe) but from the few i tried out to the ones i actively play (fgo, hsr, etcetc) gnshn rlly is unrewarding, always has been

every year the subject of their anniversary and how unrewarding and sucky it is (useless gadgets you use maybe once and some pets) comes up, its lit nothing new. i dont know if some remember but when we had this topic 2 yrs ago (i think??) i lit suggested they could gift a free standard 5star for anni. now 4 yrs later, just when player base is shrinking, they offer a super belated selector of standard characters that 90% of the players already own since its BEEN 4+ YRS and are easily bested now by the *checks character archive*

37 other 5stars that most players own some at least now (nari and dehya i can understand that some ppl are missing them since they were added much later) its like they hand them over only bc theyre of no use compared to the rest of the roster anymore

im not complaining abt a free 5star selector, i jsut think ppl are blinded so easily by gnshn dangling it in front of them to lure them back/keep them after being so unrewarding to their player base for years compared to other gachas. i also thjink its just silly bc they waited so long with that that its not of use for the entire player base anymore but only for new players or ppl still missing the unit they really love but never managed to get. it doesnt feel much of an anni reward, it feels like bait after all these years idk man

[flickering-nightfall]

I’m pretty sure that you made a post explaining why the arm is not the umbilical but I can’t find it, so, if you did make one, can you give a link to it? Sorry if you didn’t make one, I don’t have very good memory.

I'm not entirely sure which post that is but it sounds like something I'd ramble about? I have this post talking about making a 3D umbilical and this post talking about making a 3D arm with allusions to that buuut...

If that post doesn't exist then I'll make one right now!

Here, I made a diagram of terminology I use for the puppet/arm/umbilical structure. These terms aren't necessarily canon - they're just what I use.

As for umbilicals being different from mechanical arms, it's an interpretation, I think. But there's reasons why I call them different things.

So first here's this Moon dialogue.

(I think that's vanilla dialogue? The wiki confuses me sometimes. Link here if you want to see it yourself.)

We can assume from that dialogue that the wires + cord are the "umbilical." Moon's are obviously cut, but Pebbles' are not. And Moon's puppet is still attached to her mechanical arm.

(Lots more under the cut)

Umbilicals in real life resemble the wire/cord structure far more than the mechanical arm portion does. So that's another reason I refer to the wire/cord as the umbilical.

Lemme slap some stuff from my iterator headcanons doc here.

I like interpreting the puppet as a place to focus an iterator's consciousness. It acts as a sensory hub and a means to interact more finely with their surroundings. Neurons, in turn, are active memory comparable to RAM. Moon refers to Pebbles' imprints on his neurons as "a ghost left from his processing routines." They're not meant for long-term memory storage, but upper processes such as, well... thinking... cannot be done without them. So removing neurons affects an iterator’s ability to encode, recall, and process information. (Courtesy of my friend Folly, I also think they're mostly made out of fat. Kind of gross to eat.) Although Moon's umbilical is severed, she is still able to see through and control the movements of her puppet. So either she has some sort of other connection to the rest of her can, or her consciousness comes from the puppet rather than the can. The mechanical arm’s functions would be mostly structure-to-puppet function (control movements of arm and puppet, transmit the sensory information of the puppet) while the wire/cord handles more consciousness-in-puppet-to-structure function (facilitates awareness and control over superstructure and all that encompasses). So both the cord and the arm are part of the iterator-to-puppet connection, but the cord is more important. I feel like with the wire OR the arm's internals intact, the iterator can maintain perception of the puppet. When you give Moon an overseer eye, she says, “I am not much more than what you are looking at - a little creature in a box.” This can be literal, or it can imply that her perception is just limited to what she can see through her puppet in her damaged state.

In Rivulet’s campaign, the rarefaction cell could be partial compensation for a missing umbilical. Moon can move on her arm, call up image projections, reconnect to her overseers, and broadcast locally to Pebbles after getting the rarefaction cell. She refers to it as finally having her freedom back. But we don't know how many of her systems she does or does not have access to anymore.

If you eat one of Pebbles' neurons in front of him as Rivulet he says "I would appreciate if you would not eat those. My umbilical will keep me conscious, but every neuron lost is a piece of me lost as well..." We know that Pebbles keeps his wires/cord/arm connected in Saint's campaign, though, and he remains conscious despite having no visible neurons. Does the umbilical compensate for the lack of neurons as well? Maybe there are some still alive in the structure that we can’t see, and the umbilical allows him to stay connected to them.

...honestly, I think downpour makes questions about umbilicals harder to answer than if you only base off of vanilla lore. But I like working with downpour stuff, so oh well.

One last thing - the wiki page for Moon also says this under her trivia: "Looks to the Moon is still connected to the wall by her umbilical, but the damaged hardware lacks power to let her move around." Other references to umbilicals written throughout the wiki imply the arm is the umbilical as well. But! I don't know where the writers of that got that information. I don't think there's anything in the game that confirms that the umbilical and the arm are the same. If there's anything in the game that supports that, let me know~

So to summarize: I think evidence suggests the wires + cord are the umbilical because Moon refers to hers being cut. The mechanical arm could also be a part of the umbilical, or it be considered a different part that provides function in a different way. I usually refer to them separately, but that's just me, and I mostly do it for the sake of clarity. It's not confirmed canon.

There are a lot of things about Rain World lore you can run in circles around for hours, but not find any definitive conclusions for. It's part of the fun even if it drives me nuts sometimes. Come be confused with me :)

[thebottomfromhell]

Completely self-indulgent but I feel like human! Gyokko would treat demon! reader more like a pet than a lover. Like collar and leash (maybe even a shock collar, he seems like the person), command words, and only giving his "love" as a reward for good behavior. Probably feeds his demon pet his own blood and flesh to keep reader loyal since to reader "it's the best thing he's ever tasted"

Damn he would! He is definetely going to own the non-human creature that thirsts him, so why not discipline it properly? Rewards and punishment are in order, and it's not like he is hurting a person/jk.

Now, I am very, VERY, VERY sorry of how late this came. Yes, I am alive. I had a writting block that, with some evaluations and works, drove me out of writting and I didn't know how to come back. Now I am back at writting, I hope this works as a new page.

Reverse AU Gyokko doms GN Demon Reader with pet play

Warnings: Sexual content, Cannibalism, Blood Play, Collaring, Pet Play, Piquerism, BDSM, Degradation kink, Oral sex, Masturbation and, Threat of violence.

You are aware of how Gyokko sees you. You aren't human, not anymore, and for him, that's enough to hurt, to claim, to discart, to break. Truth be told, he holds humans to that same standard, but even with his Hashira status he wouldn't get away with it, be can barely get away with the amount of Taugokus he had and died. Some because he didn't aid them, some because he deemed it a mercy, and some because he deemed the best soruce of action. Besides the other Hashira, who would actually kill him if he tried, and his master, nobody is safe from him.

He is an artist, he is a killer, creator and destroyer. Maybe that is what you like about him, besides his hability to inflict pain without regret. You wonder, how would he be as a demon? Would he be special? Able to create? Demons are not meant to be creators, with the exception of their origin, their own creator, that one that spread and mutates living beings to his image. You tremble at the idea, or maybe is at the pain of having needles in your back. It tickles, it hurst, it activates the common instinct of fight, chase. That rush of adrenaline that makes your body tense, heart beat fast, and blood heat up your body. It's like fighting, like eating, it satiates, at the same time it hurts with a itch of desire for more. "Gyo... Gyokko...." the there is a needle piercing your tongue, forcing you to stick it put of your mouth.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak." He says, legs crossed in a seat as he has you on your knees in front of him. He looks annoyed, might as well be, but there is a glow in his eyes, one that makes you able to tell. He is enjoying it. "Honestly, you are no better that an untrained dog. Messy and desobedient. Maybe I should treat you like one, and no bad dog is going to get any reward from me." He says pretending to be exasperated as he grabs your chin and takes off all the needles in your face, making blood leak from the holes. They were poisoned with wysteria, so the wounds take more than usual to heal, letting the Hashira tease the edges of the holes spread.

His touch is precise as he examines you, those hands go gently from your face to your neck and give a squeeze. You don't really need to breath, but that doesn't stop your head from feeling lighter. He let's go after a moment, leaving panting to check his materials. There are some ribbons of different colors, he picks one of the color of your eyes with blood red patterns and makes a bow tie around your neck. It's not as tight as his hands, those even left marks that alreade healed, but it's still oppressive, controling. You adore it.

"Now this suits you a lot." You feel owned and decorated, adored in some twisted way, and all the touches, the adrenaline... you can feel it down there, you are getting excited. Aroused. "Look at you, getting all messy and hot. If you want any relief you will have to beg." And you do. "Please..." There is little more than that you can say, you can do, but you beg. Gyokko barely looks at you while you are at it, looking unimpressed, leaving you untouched, desesperate. So you beg more, thirst and desire building up inside you, but you keep begging. You beg until you start crying and drooling of how much you want it, embarassed. You know it's pathetic, you know that you should take a bite, take what you want. You are tempted to do so.

"Y/N." He sees you before smirking in an ugly smile full of anticipation, with a sadistic twist before pulling the "collar" he just put on your neck, forcing proximity. "That's not good enough~" Not good enough... not goo-... but why? What do you have to do? Your scrotch is becoming uncomfortable, you just need some friction, some touch. You want to touch yourself, you want Gyokko to touch, you and his words are as if you just got rejected. You want to cry at that, you have no idea why as your body twitches, and he is just breathing against your face and that hot air against your skin warms up so nice you want it everywhere and- "Let's make you earn your release, pet." There was something in the tone of that las word, as if it was an insult, a curse, a slur, offenssive and fueled with poison, demeaning. And yet...

It turns you on as you hear him unzipping his pants, taking off the belt with one hand as he keeps eye contact with you, taking them off in order to be nore comfortable once he manspread in his sit before you, letting your now loosen up collar go last second, making you trip, face ending inches from his scrotch. You can see his cock, only half hard, tip pink, a pale skin, tender flesh without a single hair, definetely waxed, that you just want in in your mouth along with those thick trained thighs. You can feel the saliva acumulating in your mouth, drooling, and the scent doesn't make in any better. Suddenly a hand in the back of you head forces to look up at the smug face. "Earn your treat, make me cum and I will consider letting you bite. Doesn't it sound fair?" You nod before letting him finish, you don't care, you just want him in your mouth, your fangs ache for it and your tongue is suddenly too big to stay inside the cavity comfortably. Another pull, harder, painful enough to make you groan, or was it a moan? "But... bite me without permission and I will take your eyes, nipples, fingers and tongue for you to eat, mutt. Be a good puppy and please your master, or earn a punishment as a bad dog."

And you do, you try, taking his lenght inside your mouth. Your tongue and saliva don't know what to do with the limited space, and your teeth touch the base as it thrust inside, but careful enough to not hurt Gyokko. He smiles at that sense of danger, shivering as he grabs tightly into his needles, ready to stab you. You can smell the scent wysteria mixed with Gyokko's genitals, wet and hot. You start moving your head, trembling when you feel a needle behind your skull. Maybe it's a warning, or maybe he just wanted to do it, as he moans without any shame. Your can feel a sting, the uncomfortable wetness and heat in between your legs, grow even more as you move one of your hand to rub yourself, feeling your arousal against your clothes. You keep letting Gyokko, that started to grab and tight up the ribbon in your neck, fuck your face and use your mouth as he pleases, moving his ass against the chair. "Mngh~ yes. Just like that~."

The hashira pulls you off his dick after a whiles, even if he hasn't released yet. "Be creative, pet~." You really can't, you need more, and you can't really think straight enough to figure anything particular up. So you keep licking his erection, sucking his thighs, wishing to sink your fangs into them, kissing his balls and the pinkish hole peaking under them. Your saliva mixes with Gyokko's sweat, salty in your tongue, and you eat him up, wishing you could use your teeth. The human moans, arches his back, praises you when he likes what you do and pulls you off when he doesn't, until he cums all over you with your lips basically knotted in his testicles. It's messy, almost disgusting, but a part of your brain realizes before you...

You will be rewarded. You pull apart slowly before Gyokko slmas you to the ground with his hand covering your mouth. "Nice done. You can take what you want." His fingers move against your fangs as your free hand slips under your clothes, massaging your scrotch, making you arch and bite by reflex. Then you moan at the stimulation, both at the fixation towards the blood and the releif in your genitals. It feels good. It feels good. You drink and suck, barely hearing Gyokko's voice and taunts, you just have your piece.

After all that effort to get it, it's almost sweet, it's and amazing, the agony suddenly turning completely into pleasure. You need more, you want more, you want to drink this blood every night with his hands all over you. On your neck, on your stomach, on your chest, your most sensitives parts. You barely realizes when you cum in your clothes, the liquids staining both what you are wearing and the Hashira's hand. It takes some seconds when the overstimulation turn the pleasure to pain that you freeze and pull away, panting, realizing you got put of a frantic state. "Next time I will let you bite part of my ear off if you behave, pet. For now, clean yourself mutt. Come back to me for more rewards if you can be a good puppy for me~." And you want that. You will come back to him, always.

[xhoess]

Midnight desire

Masterlist

Yunho x fem bod! Stripper

Summary: mingi tells yunho to get some action in his life and tries different things with him, such as going to parties. But when it comes to Mingi bringing him to a stripclub he meets the most gorgeous (and sexy) girl he's ever seen in his life.

Genre: romance, mature content

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: sex, alcohol

(Story under the cut!)

"Yunho come on we need to leave now" mingi says to him while waiting by the door "yeah yeah, I'm comming" yungho sighs, he put his shoes on and followed Mingi to the car.

Mingi and yunho live together in an apparent, they both don't have a relationship and figured it would be cheaper to live together than to buy separate houses. But lately Mingi is getting annoying by the fact that yunho doesn't even try to get laid, so now he is dragging him to every party he gets invited to.

"Y'know, it won't be so bad to think with your dick once in a while yunho, I know Gina is coming to the party and I also know you have been eye-fucking her since the day you met her" mingi rants "mingi come on, will you just shut up for once. I am not fucking your sister it's gross!" He said, raising his voice. "Eyy, if I'm not grossed out by it you shouldn't either, I just don't want your dick to not like work anymore man, I swear it's gonna die of boredom if y-" He was cut short by yunho getting out of the car and slamming it shut. But little did mingi know that he was right.

The party just started and you can already smell the sweat and alcohol from the people actively dancing to the music. Mingi spots his target for the night and walks towards her, leaving yunho alone like always.

"Yunho hi!" He spins around and sees Gina waving at him, he could not believe how good she looked tonight, maybe Mingi was right.

"Hey Gina, how are you doing?" He asks, they continue to talk and during the time they were talking yunho got quite drunk, swallowing another shot after another. He did not miss the way Gina was lookin' at his adam's apple everytime he swallowed the liquid.

As the night went on Gina and yunho started to dance against each other, by that it means Gina is basically grinding up against yunho his crotch, yunho really needs to hold himself from chasing the friction when Gina stepped away. "Gin, why did you move" He whines "you aren't here with your head yun, I'm not gonna fuck someone if they are drunk" when Gina wants to move away further yunho grabs her arm "please, please Gina I really need It right now" she just shakes her head and leaves.

That was the end of another failed night, "sorry man, I really thought she was into you" mingi says with a apologetic smile, but it ain't really helping that he has a girl around his shoulder, ready to take her home with him "sure mingi, it's okay" yunho is kind of jealous of how easy mingi can get girls to fuck him, even without the use of alcohol. .

The car ride home was silent and when they arrived at the apartment yunho says goodnight to mingi and his female friend and calls it a night. Putting in his earplugs for the noise that is about to come out of the other room.

The next day when yunho wakes up the girl is already gone, mingi is sitting on the couch watching some anime. "Yu, I have a great plan for tonight!" Mingi says excitedly "no mingi not again, I'm not gonna be embarrassed again" "no I promise, it's a place all the girls will love you!!" Yunho looks at mingi with a unbelievable expression on his face "sure mingi, where is it? In the sky next to the unicorns and rainbows?" Mingi rolls his eyes "stupid ass, you just need to give them some money and they are gonna love you, we are going to midnight desire"

Yunho stops his tracks "the stripclub? Mingi don't you think that's a little much, it feels like you are more desperate than me" "nooo, come on man it will be fun, just make sure you are ready to go at 6 pm with some cash in your pockets" and with that mingi walks out of the door, probably going to the A.T.M to get some cash.

The evening hits and yunho and mingi are walking to the club, it's in the city and they live a 15 minute walk away from it. Yunho did think of it to go there a few times earlier but didn't want to seem so desperate, but now mingi said so it was technically not his plan to go there. After a little while mingi points at the neon red sign above the door.

The entrance looks pretty crappy, but once you're inside it's like heaven. The red velvet carpet, women in tight lingerie that is barely covering anything walking around and trying to seduce as many men as they can. Which is quite easy.

Mingi tells yunho to take a seat In the downstairs area, he chose the seat directly in front of the stage with the dancing pole. A woman walks up to him, a gorgeous young woman with white lingerie. Yunho being the man he is get exited. He looks at you, truly at you and not your body. His ears begin to turn red and he flashes you a smile.

"Hi cutie, what's your name?" You aks him sweetly while settling on his lap, "y-yunho?" You giggle "why are you saying it like its a question yuyu" his heart races at the nickname. He had never seen such a perfect girl in his life. "Haha, well just caught off guard by this pretty lady sitting on my lap, what's your name?" He asked sweetly.

"Its Cherry" "is that your real name?" You shake your head "no, but can't tell you my real name sweetheart, company policy. But oh well, I got to go again. have Keep the other customers busy too" you say with a wink. From that 2 minute conversation you already know you have him wrapped around your finger. Just need to extra sway your hips and he'll call you right back over again.

"Wait Cherry!" You smirk, and ofcourse you were right "yes yunho?" God the way his name rolls of your tongue makes his eyes roll back. "Do you give lap dances?" "I do, why? are you interested?" You say whilst touching up is arm. "I am" "okay then follow me yuyu"

He most definitely follows you to the private room, taking a seat in the chair. "Do I need to explain the rules?" You ask sweetly "yes please, I do not want to step on your boundaries ofcourse" "the rules aren't that much, just no touching without permission and touching means squeezing my boobs, grabbing my ass but not pushing your fingers in me. That is not allowed at al. Which is a shame" you say while looking at his slim and long fingers resting on the sides of the chair "and ofcourse no fucking and this will only go on one song. However you can call me whatever you want" yunho nods, "are you comfortable with me touching you baby?" His voice is low, much lower than when you talked to him in the other room. You lean forward, whispering in his ear "just for you I am" and that sure made his dick twitch in his pants.

You start the song and settle on his lap, slightly starting to move your hips In a steady pace. yunho immediately groans and throws his head back "keep going baby, your doing so good"

After a good 30 seconds later yunho's hands get a hold of your waist. His eyes looking at how pretty his hands wrap around your body, at this point to really start to get into it. You slowly drop to your knees and look up at him. In a swift motion you turn around and slowly stand up again, putting your ass as far out as you can. You settle on his lap again and grab his hands, while holding eye contact you put them on your breasts "you don't have to be so shy yuyu" you say "mhmm, I do baby. I have to hold back so hard I just want to kiss so bad" "I never said you couldn't kiss me"

His hands keep playing with your breasts and he starts kissing your neck, you lean your head to the side to give him more excess. You feel his dick growing harder and harder against your panties and you realize this isn't even a Lap dance anymore. It's just a very touchy make out session. Yunho starts to bite your sensitive skin, as much as you absolutely love it you have to pull away "sorry handsome, you can't mark me, I need to get back on the workfloor soon and if they see you marked Me they will all want to do that" yunho groans at your statement. He kind of forgot that you were doing this for your job. "Y'know you can just come over to my place later, I won't tell your boss" He says while still kissing and licking your neck and other areas.

"Oh?, and what would we do there then" "don't play dumb baby, I know you know it" you giggle "no, I think you need to explain it to me" yunho pulls back and looks you in the eye "i would fucking eat you out till you're ready to be fucked, and I will need to stretch you out baby. Cuz I'm big" and that was is for you, your panties are definitely wetter then with any other client. "Mhmm sure you are, I think I can handle it" you say, pushing yourself down more so now you are directly sitting on his dick. He suddenly grabs your hips with a tight grip and starts to move you to feel the friction. "If you don't tell me to stop, I will fucking have you take me in this chair"

You stay silent.

"That's what I thought" he picks you up and sets you roughly in the chair. He pulls your panties of and smirks at what he sees "mmh so I wasn't the only one enjoying myself, already so wet for me" He puts his hands on your tighs to spread them further apart, your pussy clenches because of the sudden cold air hitting it when Yunho pulls your panties down. "Yunho please, just start already" He loves seeing you desperate, "tell me your name first" he says "seriously, my name? That's what matters now?" "Yes, what else should I say out loud when your bouncing on my dick" "my God, it's y/n" you say.

Not even a second later he dives in, he's sucking on your sensitive bud, "yun- omg" you take his hair in your hand and push him closes to you. "Mhmm, you taste so sweet y/n" the vibrations of his voice make you want to come at this moment, "yunho stop talking or I swear I am gonna cum on your face" "who says I don't want that" "I don't want that, I want those damn fingers in me first"

He looks up at you and brings his index and middle finger to your lips, "make them wet for me then" you gladly obey and suck on his finger to make them nice and wet, a little later he pulls them out and there comes a little pop sound out of your mouth.

"Are you sure?" He asked, you nod and that's all the confirmation he needs. He enters you and immediately hits the right spot, once he feels you are stretched out enough he begins to quicken his pace, seeing his finger go in and out of you makes his erection painfully hard. "Yunho please" "please what baby? You need to explain" "please go faster, I'm so close" and he obeys. The steady pace pulls you over the line, cumming all over his hand and lower arm. "YU- Oh GO-" yunho quickly puts his hand over your mouth to prevent you from speaking "y/n baby you need to speak quietly, otherwise your coworkers will hear us" you just nod because yunho kept his hand on your mouth.

"Need to get you ready too, sit down" you demand, yunho gladly obeys and you pull his pants and underwear down, his cock springs free and it is indeed very big, he did not lie. You spit on your hand and grab the base of his cock, slowly starting to move up and down. He groans and throws his head back, bucking his hips up to chase the feeling when you remove your hand. You take the tip of his cock in your mouth and start to swril your tongue around it. Yunho grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you down unexpectedly, making you choke on his member. The vibrations of it make yunho go insane "If you keep going like this baby I will cum in your mouth in no time" and with that you start to quicken your pace and bob your head up and down. The tip of yunho's dick constantly hitting the back of your throat, you hum at the feeling and not long later yunho his seed shoot out of him, directly into your throat. He pulls out but refuses to spill Any of his cum out of you mouth.

He grabs you chin and makes you look at him "swallow it all" and you do. In one big gulp all of his cum is swallowed and the sight of that makes yunho hard again.

"Get up baby" He says, gently gripping your sides and putting you on his lap, positioned right on his semi hard dick. He feels your liquids dripping over his cock. He kisses you on the mouth for the first time, you can still faintly taste yourself when he starts to use his tongue.

"Are you ready?" He asks against your lips "i don't have a condom" He quickly adds, "that's okay, I'm on birth control and plus raw is always better" the last part you whispered in his ear.

He did not need to hear more, he gently pushes his large cock into your entrance. You whine at the stretch. After a while he is finally all the way in and you feel like you are gonna get ripped apart. He is whispering sweet words to make you forget the painful stretch and it's working. Yunho looked down to your belly and he could see the outline of the tip of his cock. He runs his hand over it and can't believe how much he loves it. "God baby your so tiny I can see my fucking dick poking out of you" He groans.

After admiring you he finally starts to move, bucking his hips slowly at first. You take a grip of yunho's shoulders, trying your best to keep quiet "baby you can bite my shoulder, to keep quiet" He says, its like he reads your mind. You bite the erea where his neck and shoulder meet, you must look like a fucking vampire rn but you don't care one bit, especially because yunho loves it. He moaned right when you put your teeth in him.

He quickens his pace, the sound of the wet skin slapping against each other fills the room. You bite harder at the feeling. Not long later the white liquid of yunho drips out of your pussy. And it absolutely looked beautifully.

When you came back to your senses a few moments later you realized that this 'lap dance' took more than 45 minutes. You quickly put your panties back on "yunho as much as I absolutely loved this I need to get back! My boss is gonna kill me!" "Oh yes ofcourse, uh, can I have your number maybe?" You gave him your card "next time I'm gonna take my time with you" you say and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Leaving the room right after that.

Yunho quickly put his shirt and other clothes back on and walked out of the room. He sees mingi at the bar, chatting with the bartender. At the exact same spot as yunho saw him last. "Hey can I have a beer please" yunho asked, sitting next to mingi.

"Yoo man, you were gone long how many dances did you pay for man. Not gonna blame you Cherry is hot" yunho pulled the colar of his shirt down to reveal the marks you had left there with a smirk. "No way, you actually got laid. War is over finally" "shut up man, at least I scored a number tonight, you've been chatting with the bartender all night long" mingi laughed "who said I didn't get a number"

The bartender came back with the beer for yunho "here you go, and mingi my shift is over but call me yeah?" He said with a wink. "No way." Yunho said unbelievably.

After a few minutes yunho finished his beer and they stood up, ready to go. He quickly spotted you and you shoot him one last wink before turning around to a other costumer.

"God she's perfect"

This was my first time writing something like this, I know this ain't the shit bur practice makes perfect and please give me tips if you don't like this!! Xx R

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Day.... 2....eughhjjj......no colors.........

Anywyas

Storyline : nene is the sun, the center of the solar system were in. But, a few days ago, the moon wasn't found anywhere.

Nene has never shined the same, sure her sun still has some light. But the sun shined brighter when the moon was still there.

The sun sits still in her place, wondering if she could've seen the moon at least one more time. A star was walking around, finding the sun alone.

He finds interest in the sun, now is trying to talk with her. She's still sad, I wonder if he can cheer her up?

Ok guys quick act like hanako

You were trying to go through multiple planets and learning them, you've always been a space-kinda-guy. You always see planets brighter when you step foot near their territory, you're quite a bright star, aren't you?

Floating through the space, you find a star that shined brighter than any stars you've ever seen.

" Woah.. " You muttered, seeing her makes your heart beat faster, I wonder why? " What is this feeling, " you ask.

She seems pretty.. Gloomy, the other planets looked worried at her. Why can't they do something? Well, if they can't then you should probably do something.

You took a few steps closer to her, her head turns upward. She's crying, she doesn't say anything. " Uhm.. Hey ! ! " You smiled, " Are you.. you alright? The other planets seem worried about you. "

... It's been a few moments, her mouth stays shut. Seems like you've bothered her or something.. Well, you tried, " I'm alright.. " She replies, you don't know if she wants you to stay or not.

" Hey! ! You can tell me what happened, I'm sure I can listen. " You took a few steps closer, sitting down beside her. Your eyes seem to gaze around her beauty, her voice, her light, everything about her just seems perfect. Maybe you could see her smile?

" .... I lost someone.. really special to me. " She whispered, her voice was really small. You could barely hear it, at least you still understand her words. Her tears were bright, they shined just as bright as your stars.

Oh yeah, you should say something about her loss, " Awh, uhh... I'm sorry that happened to you. I hope she.. or he or whatever pronouns they use, I hope you can meet them again maybe. " You couldn't find words that fit best to comfort her, she seems to be a bit confused. She wiped her tears and lifted her head up a bit. " I wish I could see them again, they aren't dead or anything.. Hopefully not. They're lost and.. " Her voice cracked, doesn't seem like she can speak anymore words.

You hear a soft sorrow from her, you try to think of what could entertain her. " Hey, how about you and I go around the galaxy? " You invited, " No, I can't. This is my place, if I move anywhere from here, then everyone else will collapse. " She declined your offer.

" Well.. If you can't move out of this place then, I'll stay here with you! "

" No, go back to your own home. It's better that you continue exploring, do your own thing. " She wanted the best for you.

You sigh, " Listen, I haven't known you for a long time or anything. But if I had to see the outside world without your shine, I think I'd rather stay in my own bubble. " You replied, she seems pretty.. Intrigued by your reply. You know she doesn't want to feel lonely, but she wants the best for you too. She doesn't want to decline your offer again, worrying it might make you sad. " Fine, stay here. But you can leave whenever you want. "

You immediately smiled, she seems to find you really interesting. You feel a warm presence coming from her now, though you couldn't see her smile, at least you've probably made her happy now.

You both sit eternally together, a few talks, compliments, and a few other activities.

You don't complain about this life choice, being with her makes you happy. She seems to be happy about it too, " Hey, please don't leave me.. Please..? " She asked.

"Of course I won't, darling. You are everything to me, I will always be there for you. Even if my body wouldn't be here anymore, my mind will always find a way to your heart. "

Both of you are happy together.

It's okay, you won't die before her. Hopefully.

Live laugh hananene (and mitsukou)

Was supposed to add angst at the end but I'm kind 💞 (hanakos gonna die and nenes gonna be alone AGAIN ok bye)

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Hi, me again! I was just wondering, following the ‘what if the wizards were actually surrendering’ ask, if the wizards really did give up fairy hunting, what do you think they’d do? (Sorry if I’m sending you too many asks, I just really like your takes.) Thank you!

Hiii sorry it took me a sec to get to this one!! I'll put a link to that ask right here for anyone who's wondering, since it's been a bit. Never worry about sending too many asks either, like I said a while back; I'll get to them eventually! If it takes some time before you hear back from me, sincerely <3 My bad <3 Was a little occupied with another fandom this time and actively participating in both got to me djsksdk

Moving on though!

In my mind they've really already been living normally, like between locking away the fairies and Roxy's magic making itself known I mean- Of course the logistics of it are a bit um. All over the place. Considering they're immortal, sort of. Do they have legal documents? Real or fake? Did they have any mortal friends and how would that work? And JOBS?? The way none of these are obstacles for Duman btw, that's why they killed him, they didn't want him to roam and do whatever anymore. Real and Canon.

Now in a post-alt ending-S4 timeline, the one where they did surrender, do we assume that they just can't use their magic, or that they don't have it anymore? Because that'd probably change the way they live afterwards pretty drastically. Aside from the fact some of them heavily depend on magic more than the others (Ogron and Duman get help smh), HORRENDOUS case scenario, they might all be mortal. For the sake of my own mental health though, I'm just gonna say they do still have magic and are in fact not mortal, just give them a fairy parole officer, some magic blocking thing, keep them around and use them for "good" stuff after a rehabilitation period or something. That's what I'd prefer anyway.

What would they be doing during said rehabilitation period? Started out as a bit of a shared joke, but tbh Anagan model career WHEN. He'd struggle with the lack of useable magic the least too, so he'd probably thrive during the whole thing more than the others, and as he should. Besides Anagan I don't have a whole lot ngl- I mean, I'd like to think Duman had lots of jobs back in the day, not sure if I mentioned that before, but I might make a separate post if I didn't, just because I have thoughts but other stuff to talk about rn sjsjksk

Ogron and Gantlos don't have a lot either MY BAD, but I do think Ogron might be more likely to have friends, maybe surprisingly. Meanwhile Gantlos has a bigger chance of being able to hold down a stable job. What job? Great question! I'm not sure yet. If that changes I'll be sharing with the class!

Moving on once again!! What could the "good" stuff I mentioned above be exactly? Education.

Correct me if I'm wrong. But are there no. Wizard or witch school on Earth?? I know they ended up opening a fairy school later on, but those aren't the only magic users suddenly learning of the dormant magic in their roots. Let's take the comic character Gregory for example. He learns he's a wizard, he tries to enroll into a wizard school(?) off planet. Nothing inherently wrong with going to a school off planet- The Winx did it too, lots of magic users do it, what is wrong though, is being turned down and having no alternatives. And even worse?? They tell him it's because. There's a darkness in him?? Or something?? I could excuse it slightly more if it was a case of "Oh your magic is dark aligned and this is a light magic school" because wizard canonically are known to be both, right? But aside from the fact that, again, there are no alternatives for him, as far as he knows, telling a newly awakened magic user that he's basically too evil to teach is CRAZY I'm sorry??

Here's where I cutely insert the Wizards of the Black Circle. Have them become the place to go when your magic energy alignment is dark (because it doesn't inherently have to mean evil and they're worthy of education in this essay I) on Earth, or even just. Any magic user who isn't a fairy. Just give them another Terrestrial option, options are always good. I think that'd be really neat.

You might sit here and go "The evil wizards are gonna teach the next generation of wizards? Could history not repeat itself??" Well. Yeah. But are the Terrestrial fairies not teaching their next generation now too? The same fairies who canonically turned on humanity at some point? These are all 'what if' scenarios, I'd just like to think that with proper communication this time around, things will be different and both fairy and wizard get to work towards that together. I'm normal and have slept a reasonable amount.

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You Broke Me First

Part 16

Zoe was holding onto Cillian as if he was going to float away.

Her arms around his neck, his hands gripping her hips under the covers, legs tangled together; they were kissing each other and had no intention of slowing down. Zoe took the initiative to push her hips into his, making Cillian groan into the kiss. His hands traveled from her hips to her ass and pressed her against him, making sure she couldn't move away. Zoe could feel him hard against her; she wanted more. She began to grind her hips against him, while playfully biting down on his lower lip. Cillian pulled away and began to kiss her neck, down to her collarbone, slowly making her way to her chest while moving himself to lay on top of her.

the phone rang.

They both ignored it, and eventually it stopped ringing.

It rang again.

"What the fuck" Cillian said, lifting his head from Zoe's chest.

"Just go see who it is, if they can wait, don't answer" Zoe said, anxious to get back to their previous activity.

Cillan got up from the bed and made his way to the end table where his phone sat. He looked down at the screen and turned around.

"It's my attorney, it can wait" He said, making his way back to bed. He only got about 3 steps before the phone stopped ringing, than started ringing again. Cillian stopped dead in his tracks and turned around towards the end table, looking at his phone again.

"I'm sorry, let me just see what he wants. He's never called like this before," Cillian said, looking back at Zoe. She smiled and nodded.

Cillian adjusted himself in his sweatpants and picked up his cellphone. "Hey Chris, someone better be dying or this could of been an email," He said as he walked out of the bedroom.

Zoe laughed and stretched in the bed. Maybe this will all work out and be okay, She thought. It wasn't an ideal situation, but this entire day had been relaxing. Granted, they slept some of the day away, but she felt incredibly comfortable with him; that meant a lot to Zoe, who never felt comfortable in her own skin to begin with.

After about 20 minutes, Zoe was getting restless. What was taking so long? What does an attorney want on a Monday night?

As that thought crossed her mind, Cillian came back into the room, phone in hand, but staring at the screen. He slowly closed the door.

"...So who died?" Zoe said, trying to break the ice.

Cillian looked up at her and smiled softly. "Uh... my marriage apparently. My ex wife finally signed the divorce papers."

Zoe didn't know how to react. She coudn't read him. Was he happy? Sad? Relieved?

"Are..you okay?" Zoe said, sitting up.

Cillian sat on the bed. "Yea... I knew it was coming but I guess I'm still shocked it's finally happening. I'm officially divorced," He said. Zoe rubbed his back. "Again, I don't have feelings for her anymore but -" He started to say, feeling he had to explain himself to Zoe.

"Cill, it's okay" Zoe said, cutting him off. "A chapter of your life is closed. You're mourning that part of your life, I get it. It's okay to say goodbye to someone who was there for all these major milestones. You don't have to justify yourself to anyone, especially me"

Cillian turned around and looked at her. "I do want to justify myself to you. I want you to know where I stand with her"

Zoe laughed. "Hey man, I'm just a girl who got drunk with you and now you're stuck with me for 3 months. You don't have to explain anything to me."

Cillian narrowed his eyes. "I wish you wouldn't do that" He said.

"Do what?"

"Constantly put yourself down. You mean so much more to me than just a girl I got drunk with. And I'm definitely not stuck with you," He said, crawling onto the bed and slowly making his way on top of her.

"I think it's a good defense mechanism" Zoe said, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. But Cillian stopped her.

"I don't think it is," He said. " I don't know who or what made you think those things about yourself, but they aren't true. We gotta snap you outta that"

"... Do we gotta do that right now?" Zoe said, trying to pull him down again for a kiss. Cillian laughed.

"Well.. there was more to that phone call," Cillian said, rolling off of her onto his side next to her.

"What?"

"The house has to be sold. Apparently she already has a buyer lined up. At first I objected and I wanted to put it up for sale like normal, but the person she has wants the house so bad they're willing to pay almost double what the market value is. So I need to look for houses... starting tomorrow apparently" He said, sighing.

Zoe, knowing the mood was over, rolled onto her side and faced him. "I can help you pack. I'll do what I can" Zoe said. Cillian smiled.

"Just don't get rid of this bed" Zoe added. "It would be a sin to get rid of this"

Cillian laughed.

"Deal. I'll keep the bed."

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Cillian and Zoe woke up in each other's arms the next morning bright and early. It wasn't lost on them that they came close to having sex, before they were interrupted by Cillian's attorney. They both felt that it would be weird to continue what they started, especially if it would feel like a celebration of Cillian's divorce becoming final. Zoe wanted to be respectful first and foremost, her silly little crush was small in the big scale of things.

Instead, they wrapped up in each other, kissed each other until they fell asleep holding onto each other. Normally Zoe liked her space; but she couldn't get close enough to Cillian. Whenever she woke up to adjust, he woke up as well and adjusted with her, making sure his arms were always wrapped around her. He would sneak a kiss onto her forehead if he could, before drifting back to sleep.

They woke up around 7, aware they had to actually leave the house. The sun was shining, and Zoe had to head into the office today. She normally worked from home on Mondays, but clearly no work got done on Monday, so she was already behind.

"Here you go" Cillian said, emerging from the bathroom. "I knew I had a spare one"

"thank you" Zoe said, taking the toothbrush from him. She headed into the bathroom and went straight to the double sinks, turning on the faucet for the sink on the far left. She first splashed some water on her face, then proceeded to put toothpaste on her toothbrush. Cillian came in and stood next to her at the sink on her right, beginning to brush his teeth. They both smiled at each other as they brushed until they spit into their sinks. Cillian kept smiling as he let the water run.

"What?" Zoe said, shutting her sink off and grabbing the towel to dry her face.

"nothing.. it's just..." Cillian started. He made eye contact with her in the mirror. "It's been a while since someone was in this bathroom with me." He turned off his faucet and headed out of the bathroom. "I'll give you a pair of my sweatpants and a new T Shirt, i'll leave it on the bed. Just come downstairs when you're ready, I gotta feed Scout and let him out" He yelled over shoulder.

Zoe got dressed and tried to run her fingers through her hair. They agreed that morning that Cillian would drive Zoe home and drop her off; he would start the house hunting journey with his realtor who he had a breakfast appointment with at 9am. Zoe would head into work.

The car drive was silent, but Cillian had his hand on Zoe's thigh the entire time.

As much as Zoe enjoyed the time she had with Cillian, she desperately wanted to take a shower and wash her hair, and put on her own clothes. She felt so conflicted; she usually LOVED her alone time. She would of never previously spent the day with someone while hungover. If this was anyone else she would of been out that door 10 minutes after she woke up so she could suffer with her hangover in the comfort of her own apartment. But not with Cillian; all she wanted was to be with him.

Cillian pulled up to her apartment building and put the car in park. "I'll walk you to your door" He said, taking off his seatbelt.

They walked, hand in hand, up her steps to the front door of her building. She turned around and he grabbed her other hand in his, holding both of her hands and pulling her closer to him.

"Hey" he whispered. Their faces were close, and he put his forehead against hers. "We're gonna be better, yea?"

Zoe smiled. "Yea. No more tequila for me"

Cillian laughed. "I didn't mean that."

"I know, I know" Zoe said, squeezing her hands in his. "I know what you meant. But that means no more squeezing my shoulder and running out of my apartment, either" Zoe said.

"Why do I feel like you're never gonna let me live that down?" Cillian replied. Zoe laughed.

"Give me a month, i'll get over it."

Cillian smiled. "I like you. I like you so much"

Zoe smiled again. "Stop making me smile like a moron on my steps at 8am"

Cillian suddenly got very quiet. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Please don't fuck me over," He said, barely above a whisper.

Zoe got serious, pulled her hands out of his grip and put them on his face. "I won't," But Zoe wasn't satisfied. Cillian's eyes were still closed. "Hey," Zoe said, "Look at me"

Cillian opened his eyes.

"I'm just as scared as you are. We'll figure it out. Okay? Me and you" Zoe said softly.

Cillian smiled again. "You and me."

He brought his hand to her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. Zoe kissed him back, trying to savor every second because she knew he had to leave.

"I'll text you, yea?" Cillian said, taking a step back from her.

"Yea, sounds good. Good luck with the house hunt. Let me know what you find" Zoe said as he walked back to his car.

"I will. I'll talk to you later Zoe" He said, shooting her a smile before getting into the car. Zoe waved as the car drove off.

Zoe got to the top of the stairs of her apartment building and barely got her key in the lock to her door before her phone went off. She looked down to a text, from Cillian.

I miss you already.

tags: @lau219 @shopgirl6us @wolfieellsworld