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tojivu · 1 year ago

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# FIRSTS ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note i have risen back from the dead. more coming soon i am on sem break now yahooo

✰ — cw / tags satoru’s firsts just so happened to be with you, f!reader, sfw!

✰ — playing japanese denim by daniel caesar.

GOJO is upset. he is next to you on the school rooftop, hating every second of it—not because it’s you, but because you are crying. you’re crying and he has no idea what to do.

you’d gotten into a fight with your friends, or ‘your stupid friends that are no good for you’ as gojo puts it, that day. it was a trivial matter turned serious, escalating from banter to sudden silent treatment: you have no idea what to do, and you wonder how you will survive tomorrow’s classes and lunch after they had just shut you out. you would have nobody to sit with, you realise. you complain to satoru, your eyes brimming with tears.

he’s about half an arms length away from you, scared he will say the wrong thing; he didn’t know much about arguments. suguru and him were always on good terms. he’s thinking about the most general advice he could give you, just to be on the safer side, in case something specific he says ruins your life. he’s thinking so hard he swears he has veins showing on the sides of his forehead.

your sobs get quieter, and so does he. he hasn’t said much in the past half an hour. he has never felt guiltier than now, cursing himself for not being able to comfort you when you needed him—but an idea comes to his mind, one not half bad.

“c’mere,” gojo suddenly suggests, “closer.”

you comply, unsure of what he’s about to do, until he snakes his arm around your shoulder and turns to you. his right arm reaches for your back, enclosing you—gojo is warm, his shoulders obstructing your peripheral vision.

he’s not sure if he’s doing it right, because you start to sob into his shirt. you would usually be scolded for messing his clothes up, but that’s the last thing on his mind now; he thinks you fit just right into his arms.

“you can have lunch with me tomorrow.” his voice is low and soft, gentle and sweet.

you never knew gojo satoru could be sweet.

“okay.”

gojo pulls away from you, momentarily, his expression one of worry—before opening his mouth to speak again. “your eyes are so puffy. how will guys like you now? your nose is so red, too.”

you scoff, leaning back into his chest. “and i thought you were being nice for a minute..”

“now i’ll be the only one willing to look at you.”

GOJO ‘ s leaning in close to you, and your lips are trembling from how nervous you feel. his eyes are locked onto yours, his breath shaky and clearly uncontrolled; his chest is rising and falling at a fast pace, and you’re the same—fingernails digging into the soft cushion you two are laying on.

it is a friday night when you’re at gojo’s house under the pretense of ‘tutoring’, but here you are: here he is, in front of you and anxious. for the first time, gojo satoru is not confident. a million thoughts race in his mind, swirl and jump around and it almost makes him dizzy—though he can’t tell if it’s actually because of how much prettier you look up close. your lips look so soft, and he knows you’re looking at his too.

you’re not sure how it led up to this. you two gave up on your physics homework and decided to watch a movie, making yourselves comfortable on his couch—and you reached for the remote to lower the volume, reaching over satoru to the table next to him. you think it’s cliché, how you almost fall over the couch when you make that stretch for the remote; only for satoru to catch you with his arm around your waist and his face inches away from yours.

the remote is still in your hand, and satoru’s fingers are gripped firmly on the flesh of your hips. your chests are pressed together and you are so, so tempted.

“can i kiss you?”

you’re taken aback by the question. his breath is cold against your skin; shivers travel up and down your spine and you feel lightheaded again. nevertheless, you muster a nod—you feel the tension break and your heart skip a beat when his lips rush after yours milliseconds after your approval: a relief you never knew you needed.

it feels right, his lips—as if perfectly molded to yours. they are warm and taste like the coffee you shared (technically, that he stole from you) earlier: sweet, so sweet that you need it to last forever.

he pulls away, eyes still following your lips. his pupils slowly trail up your face until they’re looking at yours, dilated and shining in the warm light of his living room.

“i’ve never kissed anyone before.” you almost stutter, hoping he wouldn’t ridicule you as he always did: but you had a feeling this was the kind and gentle satoru you were speaking to.

“me neither,” the ends of his lips curve into a smile, and not the smug one you and many others were used to—something has changed between you two, and his actions suddenly bring about an entirely different weight now.

“feels right with you, though.” satoru whispers. you’re fighting every urge in you to kiss him again; every nerve in your lips wait for his. your self control doesn’t take long to render useless—seconds later, his lips are on yours again, making sure you two are much closer this time.

GOJO is not your boyfriend.

the sun is merciless, beating down on you both as you two hold hands and stroll around the beach and the market that resided next to it. it was a typical saturday afternoon, except with satoru pestering you to go to the beach with him: when he had texted you about it, you were confident he had asked his other friends to come along as well.

you show up at the entrance of the market as planned, and you see nobody else but the tall, snow-headed figure you were well accustomed to.

your friends were surprised you two weren’t dating by the two year mark. there were a few times you got upset about it, the fact that he hadn’t asked you out. he had kissed you, after all; your first kiss, yet you know there was going to be no other like it, and you wanted it to stay that way—yet there was this doubt manifesting in you, an anxiety of sorts: did gojo even mean it?

“satoru.” your voice calls out for him, and his head turns from the view of the waves to you.

satoru didn’t pay any mind to when you started calling him satoru.

it was exhilarating just to even say his name, the intimacy of it was enough: enough for you to be content with the fact that he wasn’t yours—at least you got to call him by the name no other girl could. it felt the same to you, satoru was not yours: but his name was on your tongue.

he was yours in that way.

“y/n.” it was equally intimate when he said yours, maybe even more. the way the syllables of your name roll off his tongue, his expression and tone, one no other man could replicate.

“satoru.” you say again in response, smile getting wider and cheeks redder.

“stop saying my name like that.” satoru smiles and turns his head away from you, again, almost as if he is embarrassed of how red his ears go when you savour every syllable of his name.

his fingers are intertwined with yours. they’re cool compared to the heat you two are standing under, and gojo continues navigating the crowded market—making sure you don’t get pushed around by random strangers.

a few hours pass and you two are eating kiwi fruit on the sandy shores, the sun setting rather slowly. it was noisy: music is being played from an event happening nearby, families playing beach volleyball, children running around haphazardly.

you lean against satoru’s shoulder, wondering when you two will ever talk about that night at his place—you’re not sure if he even wants to talk about it. maybe just a one time thing.

the thought of it never happening again eats you up inside. how unfair it is, that gojo satoru could make you feel such a way and never again.

“y/n,” he mutters, throwing the skin of his kiwi into a plastic bag. “can we talk about it?”

it’s scary how you have nowhere to run now. you thought he would bring it up on the phone, and you’d have at least some time to think about what to say. “about what?”

he scoffs, “don’t act stupid. there’s a reason why i asked you out today.”

you keep quiet, unsure of what to say to make this any less tense. you two were just eating kiwi and watching the sunset. there was nothing awkward about it until he made it awkward.

“then why did you ask me out?”

“because i wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend, but here you are acting like an idiot.” he groans, taking your kiwi and eating it. “i see why none of your dates ever work out.”

you laugh, almost shocked at how satoru is complaining so much and yet his face is flushed. you sit up and look at him. “that’s really rude, ‘toru.”

“you know i like you, y/n.” his chest is pounding—it’s deafening how loud his heartbeat is. his eyes are looking at you, eager for an answer but clearly afraid of rejection.

you lean closer, kissing his cheek, hoping to soothe some of his anxieties. you could never say no to satoru, and he seemed unaware of that; but you knew he would come to realise it sooner or later.

“i like you too, ‘toru.”

SATORU is nowhere to be found. you’re in your bed, listening to a playlist he had made for you awhile ago: before you two had dated. now that you look at the titles, you should’ve known he was head over heels for you. the rain pounding against your window drowned out most of the music playing from your headphones, though.

it was a boring day without your boyfriend. you haven’t spoken to him for a few days now, partially because you’re not sure whether he even wants to. a tense day at practise made him raise his voice at you, something really unlike him.

you knew he didn’t mean it. but you weren’t going to act like you were okay with it, either—he had hurt your feelings, after all. though, it did make you just a bit upset that he didn’t bother to call you after that day.

you’re curled up in your bed, wondering if this was how it’s going to be. after every argument, would he be this way?

your thoughts are interrupted by knocking at your bedroom door. your mother’s face appears in the space between your door and doorframe: gentle voice and a smile. “someone’s here to see you, y/n”. you think it’s your aunt who lives across the country, the one who brings you those sour strawberries you don’t really like but never have the heart to decline.

your mother’s face disappears and the door opens, revealing that it’s not your aunt like you had initially thought.

the figure in front of you was that of your boyfriend’s, hair wet from the rain and a pout worn on his face. his eyes and nose are red, cheeks puffy. he’s holding a bouquet of flowers, your favourite—you remember telling him about it a few months ago.

“i’m sorry for raising my voice, i shouldn’t have. i know it scared you but i really didn’t mean to yell.”

you decide to let him ramble. satoru was vulnerable around you in many ways, but never like this.

“i didn’t want to yell, i was just having a bad day and i know that’s no excuse. i’m so sorry, i was being stupid and—“

you stand up and come closer to him, your fingers moving his hair away—his face is stained with tears.

“it’s okay, ‘toru. thank you for apologising.”

he sniffles, not crying anymore. satoru hugs you tightly, and he smells like a mix of rain and cologne. “i love you.”

“i love you too, satoru.”

181023 — what’s up …. Don’t be mad i’m back now Plz

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mlyscha · 2 months ago

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THUMB FIGHT ✦ N.RIKI

𝓼ynopsis. riki doesn't want to do the dishes, neither you do. time for a thumb fight! 𝓹airing. n.riki x female!reader 𝓰enre. fluff, crack, puppy love. 𝔀arnings. curse words, reader calls her mother-in-law “mum”, not proofread, english is not my 1st language. 𝔀𝓬. 943. 𝓶asterlist.

♡ 𝓪melie's 𝓷ote: guys! thank you so much for the 100+ notes on my first post (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) i'm so happy hihi

riki and you began dating for a few months now, and his family house started to feel like a second home for you. with that, you spend lot of time just hanging out there, cuddling with your boyfriend and gossiping with his sisters. back in school, that was when everything begun: you guys friendship and then love era. everything felt so special, but, one of the most special things is the thumb fight rule; which consists in starting a thumb fight whenever there is an different opinion when choosing something or when both of you don't want to do something but has to: like now.

"i am not doing the dishes, nishimura," you spoke up, looking at the sink full of dishes while he stood by your side, analysing the current situation as well.

he rubbed his bottom lip with his index finger before replying: "you know," clearing his throat, he turned to look at you with his arms crossed. "i am kind of tired and you're in my house, so..."

"are you telling me that just because i am here i have to do the dishes?" you scoffed. "mama!" you called riki's mother, teasing him. "ma, riki is-"

"shut up!" his hands covered your mouth and you, trying to break free from his tight hold, touched your tongue against his hand. "ugh, freak!" your laugh echoed through the kitchen walls, travelling to the living room.

"RIKI! stop bothering my sister!" konon called her brother while sat on the sofa.

"ha! idiot!" you mocked him.

"shut up you little- little... ugh," he rolled his eyes, already pulling his jumper's sleeves up. "i'll just do the dishes, babe." your boyfriend shrugged, annoyed but unbothered.

"wait," you sighed. "let's just do a thumb fight..." you spoke with a frustrated voice, not wanting too, but feeling bad for making him do the dishes by himself.

"yeeesss!" riki cheered.

"nevermind," you began to walk away from the kitchen.

"nooooo, babe, come back!" he took your hand and pulled you, making you land on his chest. "oh... hi there, little one," you felt a kiss being placed on your forehead.

"riki-"

"huh?! who's that?" he pushed you away from his chest, like you just cursed at him. in a comic way, he placed the palm of his hand behind his ear, like he was having a hard time hearing you.

"niki..."

"um, i can't hear you,"

"nini," you snorted, getting impatient.

"mhm? wha'd you say?"

"UGH! forget it! i'll do it!"

"no! wait, wait, nini? perfect! is perfect, okay? i can live without being called baby by my own girlfriend..." he sniffed. "anyway, where we were at?"

"thumb fight,"

"yeah, thumb fight, okay," interlacing both of your hands, riki's thumb was already taking over.

"hey, you little fucker, i didn't say start!" you complained, frowning with a pout.

"okay, okay, say start already, otherwise i'll kiss that pout out of your lips." he sent you a playful flying kiss, and you turned your head like you were avoiding it from landing on you.

"alright, are you ready to get your fingers wrinkled?" you squinted your eyes, teasing him.

"i'll probably not be the one ending up with a wet shirt," he shrugged.

"we'll see," you smirked. "three, two one, fight!"

"LET'S GOOO!" riki screamed with enthusiasm.

"that was unfair, your thumb is much bigger than mine!"

"cry about it!" the japanese boy began to mimick a baby crying, even making that exaggerated pouty lips.

"what the fuck are you guys doing?" a feminine voice took away the playful atmosphere.

"um..." riki began to blush, embarrassed from being caught while doing such a stupid thing. meanwhile, you were holding your laugh so hard that you felt like exploding. "nothing."

"mhm..." konon shook it off, walking in the room.

"nonnie, why are you... there?" your head dropped to the side when you realised your sister-in-law was about to take over the dishes.

"huh? i'm gonna put the dishes in the dish washer," she shrugged and riki's loud groan was heard.

"KONON!"

"whaaat?" she turned to look at her brother.

"since when we have... that!" he pointed to the dishwasher.

"since we moved,"

"wait, haven't we moved here like... ten years ago?"

"yeah," she nodded, confirming to her own self. "like ten years ago." konon shrugged, focusing on the dishes again.

"but, konon!"

"what now, riki?" she sighed, turning to look at her brother once again.

"oh, nothing is just that-"

" 'that' what?"

"she" he points at you. "was supposed to do the dishes."

"okay, and?" her face suddenly turned into an angry one. "don't tell me you didn't know we had the dishwasher and you want her to do the dishes? you're mean, nishimura." konon shook her head.

"your mum won't be happy when she discovers this," you mimicked your sister-in-law's action, shaking your head as well, already planning how to make mum pissed off and riki under trouble.

"bet,"

"yeah? bet? mamaaaa!"

"SHUT UP!"

𝓫onus 𝓼cene! ★

"i'll tell mum what you did earlier," you told your boyfriend while laying on his chest. "and don't you dare to bet me again!" you made him aware.

"never again..." he replied, having flashbacks from when you hit him ― playfully, of course.

"wait, you're really gonna let me get in trouble? your handsome and caring boyfriend? who you love and-"

"who said i love you?"

"now you're the one being mean,"

"payback, baby." riki pouted.

"give me a kiss at least, damn..." he slowly began to approximate his face from yours.

"bet! gimme your thumb and we'll see if i'll rather kiss you or not."

"you're so mean!~"

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boughkeeping · 5 months ago

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Scary love

M. Kaiser x gn!reader oneshot

conc: It's his first time being loved like this, he doesn't know how to react so he hurt you, though he doesn't mean it.

Your love is scaring me no one has ever cared for me yeah

You held both his hands and crouched in front of him "You have to look at me Michael" instead he looks up after you say that, giving you a view of his neck instead. You sigh "You're so hard to deal with you know that?"

He tries to free his hand from your grasp but you only hold it tighter, if he really wanted to he could've easily separated his hands from yours.

"Don't bother me" he mutters, you could hear him clench his jaw. "I think you clearly want to be bothered right now"

He finally looks down to you. "Ooo...that's a really unpleasant expression you've got there"

He hisses "You're really increasing my blood pressure levels right now" you let go of one his hands and rested your face on that hand instead.

"Payback for all those months you pissed me off"

He kept quiet and looked away. You sighed again and got up this time, your hands forcing his face to look at you. "Should I slap you?"

"Hah?" He raised an eyebrow, "you're really not acting like yourself, did that Japanese triple bangs guy really get you this down in the dumps?" You squished his face, he almost bit your hand.

"Keep dreaming" he got up and threw his towel away "No way in hell"

You smiled and gave him a hard smack on the back "Now that's how Michael Kaiser acts"

He looked quite flustered, cute like a cat. "That fuckin' hurt y'know?"

"it should hurt." You picked up your bag and started to walk away "besides this is the last time we meet so really, I need to hit you hard."

Right. It hit him. He said he wanted you to leave him in a fit of anger frustrated by this sport a week ago.

Before he knew you had already left.

He wanted to chase after you, but his match would start in 20 minutes.

Fuck that.

He quickly left the room, he met Ness on the way "where are y-" he didn't even answer him he just ran in the speed of light.

You heard heavy footsteps and turned back to see who was so excited at this time, it was Kaiser. He grabbed your arm. "Clingy much?" You joked. "I am" you thought he was joking back but he wasn't. It was written in his face he wasn't.

"Doesn't your match start soon?" You were worried but he just pulled you closer to him "I meant none of it"

You were quite confused but not at the same time "meant none of what?"

He sighed "Don't play dumb [name]" You laughed but it wasn't a pleasant laugh. "Are you trying to explain yourself or apologize right now?"

"...both"

You tried to free your arm from his grasp "You don't look like it" instead he put his other hand on your shoulder "What do you want me to do?"

"I didn't come here to bid you farewell on a bitter note Kaiser please just go-" "Michael."

You grabbed your hair with your other hand "What do you really want now? You're not making this easy for me Michael"

"You're not making this easy for me either [name]"

He looked like he was going to explode.

"why the fuck did you have to come toda-"

"Oh so you hate me so much I shouldn't have come either? Okay then I'll grant you that wish from today you'll never see me ag-" He put his hand over your mouth, your faces closer.

"Why did you come today, I want you back again"

He released the hold he had on you and used his hands to hold your face gently instead. "and I always get what I want, you know that more than anyone."

You started to feel your eyes tickle "But I don't want you anymore, not with how you are."

He hummed listening to your complaints "What should I do then?"

Your hands automatically found their way to your face trying to hide your almost-gonna-cry expression but Kaiser aggressively removed your hand to hug you instead.

"I fucking hate you" your voice muffled in his chest "I deserve it" he hummed, "You're a cunt" "okay" "and your haircut is actually awful" "ouch?"

"Apologise-" He was ready "I'm sorry, you're the best journalist and your hobby-" he felt a jab in his stomach "I mean your profession is no joke, it's inferior compared to football"

"-with an eight hundred words essay" he slightly let go of the hug to take a look at you.

You raised an eyebrow "not doing it? Okay I'm leaving" he pulled you tighter "I'll do it after this match alright schatz?"

"Your match-" he kissed your hand "When I win this you come back to me"

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk ff #bllk angst #bllk x you #blue lock drabble #blue lock oneshot #kaiser x reader #Michael kaiser x reader #michael Kaiser oneshot #bllk oneshot

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year ago

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Scara feeling so good he can’t help but start speaking Japanese as he stuffs us full <3

His moans and whimpers become louder as he pushes himself to the edge, his hands gripping our body so hard it will leave bruises , then he starts moaning in Japanese <33 I love that man so much

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Possessive Scara.

Thank you for requesting this😳 I am navigating this piece's dialogue entirely through Google translate so bear with me 😅 I love Scaramouche so so much.

The closer Scaramouche got to cumming, the louder his husky moans became. You thought you could hear soft, broken whimpers between his moans. It was a curious sound for Scaramouche to make.

That said he was feeling really good. Groaning, his skin slapped against yours, pressing deep, possessive bruises into your hips. His cock throbbed as it stretched your walls apart, his whole body practically quivering from bliss as he kissed his cock firmly into your sweet spot.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your back arching off the bed. You rocked your hips up as best you could to keep up with his unforgiving pace. Your fingernails racked up his back, making him hiss.

"Kuso, anatawa totemo kitsuku nureteimasu. Watashiwa zen'budesu. Watashiwa anatao horoboshimasuyo baka son'nani onaka ippaini shiteageruyo," His head dropped down into the crook of your neck, nuzzling his cheek against it. (Fuck, you are so tight. So wet. All for me. I am going to ruin you, slut. I'll fill you so full.)

Picking his head up from your neck, one hand left your hips to grasp your jaw. "Dan'nasamo mite watashiwa anatao kusoni shiteimasu," He demanded, leaving his cock pushed up against your sweet spot, nearly collapsing on top of you as he whimpered in pleasure. (Look at your Master while I am fucking you.)

Scaramouche couldn't help but babble in Japanese to you. Your cunt just felt that fucking good clenching on his cock. You sounded so so sweet, moaning and crying out for him not to stop.

Leaning down, he captured your lips in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. He was close, so close. His approaching orgasm made some of his thrusts sloppy. His indigo eyes looked glassy from pleasure, biting your lower lip as he pulled away.

You did as you were told, looking up at him. Writhing underneath him, you relaxed submissively in his bruising grip. His thumb swiped away the drool rolling from the corner of your mouth.

Scaramouche rested his forehead on yours. "Anatawa watashino monodesu kikoemasuka. Watashino subete wa fakkushite tanoshimu tamedesu," He needed to cum inside of you so badly. (You are mine, do you hear me? All mine to fuck and enjoy.)

You clung to him, your hand finding the back of his head to lovingly stroke his hair. He bent one of your knees up to your chest so he could fuck himself deeper inside of you. He nearly drooled when he saw a buldge poke up in your stomach.

You choked back a sob of pleasure, your fingernails digging into the back of his head. "Ieyo shofu watashiga anatakara kikitai kotoo oshietekudasai,"" He moaned, pounding his cock pounding mindlessly inside of you. (Say it, whore. Tell me what I want to hear from you.)

Your moans were now starting to bleed into whimpers, each harsh thrust building your orgasm up to toe curling proportions. "I love you, Scara! I love you so much! Cum inside of me, please!" You cried out, his name tearing from your throat in a scream as the knot of your orgasm threatened to break apart.

Hearing you practically scream and plead with him to cum inside of you pushed him over the edge. Archon, he loves and treasures you so much. You were always so sweet, and submissive to him while he fucked you dumb on his cock.

"Ikodayo kawaikodayo watashiwa kumudesu " Scaramouche left his cock buried into your sweet spot, whimpering when his cock suddenly throbbed and ribboned cum inside of you. Hearing you tell him you love him never failed to make him cum. He never believed someone so fiercely before, thinking I love you was three silly words humans carelessly flung around without understanding what it really means to say them. (My good girl, my sweet girl. Cum for me.)

Your orgasm washed over you, making your whole body seize up in pleasure. You felt every throb of his cock as it spilled cum inside of you.

Scaramouche let out a volley of curses in Japanese, moaning in bliss feeling your release gush around his cock. A white ring formed on his cock as he relentlessly fucked the cum that leaked out around his cock back inside of you.

Once he was satisfied, he collapsed on top of you. Panting, Scaramouche left his cock buried inside of you.

He didn't want to pull out of you just yet.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche imagines

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momtaku · 2 months ago

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Thoughts on the Attack on Titan Musical

tl:dr; It's been two weeks but I am still not over it.

When I posted the photo of myself holding the playbill of the Attack on Titan musical the most common reaction was "WHAT???", so I guess some background might be good to start with.

Yes, the Attack on Musical is a thing. It was first performed in Japan in January 2023 with shows in Osaka and Tokyo. When it was announced that a second run of the musical would include New York City, I pounced on tickets.

See, it's real! This is my video of the closing number. We were allowed to record this.

The New York run was at the New York City Center which seats about 2200 people. There were a total of 4 shows the weekend of Oct 12. I attended the Saturday matinee. The style of this production is known 2.5D, and is incredibly popular in Japan. I did some checking and this is the first time a 2.5D anime adaptation has appeared outside of Asia. Did Attack on Titan work as a musical?

Surprisingly yes, although I think anyone who wandered in off the streets would've been thoroughly confused. The themes that attracted most of us to the series translate wonderfully to the stage, and despite knowing the story well, they managed to make it feel fresh. Carla's death, for instance. When she realized she was trapped and facing certain death, her song to Eren and Mikasa was a children's lullaby about survival. That portion of the manga always hit me hard, but the desperation, horror and love set to a lullaby? Damn it musical, you made me cry.

The original scene of Hange leading a Titan Biology class might be my favorite of the entire show. The actor who played Hange was the perfect amount of unhinged and delightful as they dance across the table while the 104th answered a pop quiz. (And yes to "they" since the playbill specifically mentions that the actor in the role was known for her portrayal of nonbinary characters.) It was genuinely hilarious.

The musical covers the first 11 chapters of the manga, stopping in the "Struggle for Trost" arc, where the plan for Eren to plug the hole in the wall was conceived but not yet executed. I remember reading that portion of the manga years ago and feeling that same sense of optimism. So the musical ends on a high. Humans finally have a way to win against the titans, It felt like a strange place to end, knowing what ultimately happens in the story, so I wondered if the intention is for a part 2 musical adaptation.

(btw, the staging of "can you plug the hole" had Eren and Levi kneeling closely on the floor together with a manly shoulder clasp looking earnestly at each other. It had me looking at my very ereri friend with raised eyebrows. It was for sure her favorite moment.) What was the performance like?

The short run 2.5D musicals don't have the polish or production budget of a true broadway musical, but it was still wildly entertaining. Since the director is known for breakdance and hiphop, there was plenty of that. The dance numbers were fun. The songs were catchy.

Rather than try to describe it, here's a TikTok review that shows off the 3dmg, the titans, and that two minute head spin that no one could shut up about.

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Also, the cast could not have been for perfect. I mean LOOK AT THEM!

From this tweet

Who was in attendance?

As I mentioned before, this was a first in many ways so it attracted people from all over the world. While I was opening my blind box items, I met a group older women from Japan who'd travelled to New York from Tokyo and had purchased tickets to every single NY performance. Their English wasn't great, and my Japanese is nonexistent, but what surprised me the most wasn't their dedication to the show, but that they seemed genuinely surprised to see me. I don't know if that was because I too am an older fan like them, or if they weren't expecting equally passionate westerners at the show but I tend to think it was both. I suspect the Japanese fandom has no idea how big this series is outside of Japan, or that it attracts such a diverse audience.

My podcast partner Luna was sitting next to two women who'd flown in from California. They knew nothing about Attack on Titan but were fans of the actor who played Eren. Since it was his first time performing outside of Japan, they came solely to see him.

On my flight home was a 22 year old wearing an Attack on Titan musical t-shirt. We started talking and I learned it was his first time in New York, his first time seeing a broadway musical, and his first time traveling alone. He just loves the series that much.

In general the audience was much younger than what you'd normally see at a broadway show and 100% more excited. Plenty of people were in cosplay or else wearing Attack on Titan clothing. The atmosphere was insane.

My merch haul

The mug and t-shirt sold out before the second show so I was glad I was there early to snag them. The playbill is selling on Mercari for almost $50. Sadly my poster didn't survive the trip home. It cracked in about 50 places.

Did you do anything else in NYC

Aside from hanging out with so many of my favorite people, the Kodansha Popup House was going on. It was incredibly cool.

We met up with James from the Titan Teatime podcast. I think the plan is do a joint podcast in a few weeks to get everyone's thoughts . I'll post more about that if it actually happens.

Final Thoughts

Rumor has it that the show's successful New York run could mean it will branch out further. If it goes to London, nothing will stop me from being there. It was that much fun, and I can't wait to share the experience with my European friends.

#attack on titan musical #anita lava la tina #long post

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fanfiction4sooya · 1 year ago

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Can't save you now

Shameless smut, dom/ sub dynamics, 18+ heavy mommy AND daddy kink, spitting, anal plugs, anal sex, use of whips, degradation kink, mentions and use of alcohol, there's voyeurism if you squint, dacryphilia, punishments, kazuha is a big crying baby, chaewon is kinda aggressive and sakura is too mommy for this world and probably something I'm forgetting

Words: 3,315

That's all fictional, very few things here are according to reality. (Requests are open even if you want to cuss me out, which won't work cuz I am too kinky to care)

Kazuha observes from the backseat of her girlfriends car how Sakura coos and whispers something on Chaewon's ear while she drives the expensive jaguar. She found it interesting because usually one of them was in the backseat with her, but not today. The more Sakura whispered, the stronger was Chaewon's grip on the stearing wheel.

"Mommy?" Sakura looked at her, her usual soft eyes were filled with this certain amusement that Kazuha loved to see. "What are you whispering to daddy?" She asked playfully, referring to them as she used to when the three of them were by themselves.

"Well, princess..." Sakura started, turning her body to look at Zuha. "I told you earlier you were being a little too flirty with those other idols" She chuckled a bit. "So I am trying to calm your daddy down so she can have a session with you, my love" Zuha smirked, her plan going all too well. "You know I would never allow her to be angry at you while in session, right?"

"Y-yes, mommy" Sakura reached her hand to stroke the younger one's face, caressing it. "Thank you mommy, you are the best" She kissed Kkura's palm, squirming in her seat.

"You baby her too much" Chaewon said, glaring at Kazuha's image on the review mirror as she smiled bratty as ever looking right back. "We'll see for how long you'll keep that cocky smile, brat" She took a deep breath unconsciously flexing her jaw, making Kazuha wet.

"Eyes on the road, puppy" Sakura said, petting her head. "Calm down and you talk to her at home, is that okay?" Her eyes softened, immediately melting onto her touch and focusing on the road ahead.

They got home and Chaewon was right ahead both of them, turning on the lights of the big house and taking of her high heels. She went to the kitchen and drank some water, taking another glass with her.

"Kazuha, come with me" She passed the two women, going upstairs to their shared bedroom. She looked at Sakura, waiting for her but the older woman just clicked her tongue.

"You two go first. I'll sort some things out and I'll be there in a minute, princess" Zuha pouted and mumbled and 'okay' whilst going upstairs following Chaewon.

"Daddy?" She pushed past through the big wooden door, her pussy throbbing in anticipation. Chaewon had her naked back turned to her, the only thing she was wearing was a strap on. A very big one.

"Strip" Was the only thing she said.

"But I look so pretty" Zuha bit her lip, knowing very well she was setting Chaewon off with those bratty little comments. Chaewon finally turned to her, making her drink that sinful image of her perky tits and hard nipples, that birth mark on her abdomen and her cute clit under the straps harness.

"If you don't take it off I'll rip it from your body" Chaewon took a few steps towards her, her eyes were like a controlled fire. She reached Zuha, pulling her by the waist and flushing their bodies together.

"It was expensive, daddy" She moaned, feeling the strap on poking her front, her mind dizzy with lust. The other licked the japanese's lips in a upward motion and she shivered, her pussy clenching with need.

"I'll buy ten more, I don't give a fuck" She said ripping the straps of Kazuha's dress easily, impressing the other girl and leaving her only on her white panties.

They started a fiery kiss; Chaewon ever so dominant, licked and sucked Zuha's lips, pulling her hair by the nape and making her moan. She redirected her kisses towards her neck, biting it and leaving a big red mark that soon would be absolutely purple.

"Daddy, please" Kazuha whined, trying to hump the tip of the strap. "I'm so wet, I need you inside me" She whispered on Chaewon's ear and the older girl just grinned.

"Is that so, princess?" She said, pulling Zuha's head back by the hair. "Do you think you deserve being filled up with daddy's thick cock?" She said trough gritted teeth.

"Y-yes?" Zuha tried to lie and Chaewon's expression darkened.

"Filthy slut" She said, slapping Zuha's pretty face, making the girl clench on nothing. "You deserve to be punished and you will, princess" She caressed the spot slapped a few moments ago. "On the bed, ass up and face down" She commanded and Kazuha blindly obeyed, doing exactly as she was told. "Oh, so now you wanna be a good girl?" She chuckled.

Kazuha didn't realized that on their nightstand a set of anal plugs were displayed, alongside with a lot of lube and a leather whip.

"I'll teach you what bad girls get, princess" She kissed Zuha's back, she was so aroused that Chaewon's words were just passing trough her ears, not really being processed. "I wanna fuck your pretty asshole today, is that okay?" She softly asked, caressing Zuha's butt cheek.

"Please, daddy" She whimpered.

"Oh, I see you two really started the fun" Sakura said, leaning on the door frame, a whiskey glass in one hand and the bottle on the other.

She looked stunning, already on her red silk robe and her brown hair down.

"Good you are here, mommy" Chaewon smiled with lust filled eyes. "I was about to tell our pretty princess that today I am not touching her pussy at all" She said and Kazuha gasped, looking back.

"Really?" She said, amused. "That's only fair" She took a sip of her whiskey, stepping closer to the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of the other japanese woman. "I tried to warn you, my love"

Kazuha got desperate, that was the worst punishment she has ever received. Not that it was like denying her orgasm, she knew for sure she could come being fucked in the ass, but it was a slow build, making her work and focus really hard for it to happen.

She quickly jumped on Sakura's arms, whining.

"Please mommy, don't let her do this to me" She said in the most spoiled tone she could. "Tell her you won't allow her to do it!" She pleaded, knowing very well that if Sakura told that to Chaewon she was more likely to comply.

"Pretty pretty princess..." She looked at Kazuha's pretty brown eyes, smiling. "I can't save you now, love" She kissed her, spitting in her mouth and smearing spit on her lips, the strong taste of whiskey on her tongue. "Now get back there"

"Yo-you can touch me, right?" Zuha pleaded and Sakura caressed her cheek, shaking her head.

"I am going to let daddy deal with you tonight, princess" She said, fucking Chaewon with her eyes while saying it. "I'll just enjoy the view, okay?" Zuha nodded, her eyes shiny with tears that didn't fall. "Be a good girl, mommy is watching you" And with that, she sat down on the carpet in front of the bed, facing the other two.

Zuha reluctantly went back in position, face down and ass up and Chaewon almost passed out with how pretty she looked that way, kissing one of her butt cheeks and massaging the other, smearing her spit there.

"What should I do to her, mommy?" Chaewon asked mischievously and Sakura lifted both her shoulders, resting in one hand.

"I have no ideia, puppy" She took a sip of her drink. "I'm only here for the show, remember?" Her eyes were sharp and encouraging, it was the first time Chaewon would lead a session. "Do your best, my love"

If that was a hierarchy, Chaewon was Kazuha's boss and Sakura was Chaewon's boss, per say. Sakura was dominating to the other two.

"I will, mommy" She nodded blushing a bit, turning her attention to the younger of them and kissing her muscular back. "What are you safe words, princess?" She softly asked, and Zuha smiled.

"Green to keep going, yellow to stop and check and red to stop the scene, daddy" She answered, pulsing.

"That's my good girl" She patted her head. "I'll start now" She got down and kissed Zuha in the mouth, licking the remains of Sakura' spit on her chin and positioning herself back behind her, on her knees.

She took Zuha's panties and threw them at Sakura, who smiled catching and sniffing them. Perv.

"My princess, you are soaked..." Her voice was like honey. "I wish I could drown on your juices now, fuck" She grabbed Zuha's ass cheeks, spreading them and taking a good look into her pretty pussy, the lips swollen and her clit poking out of it's hood. "It's a shame you decided to go all slutty playing with everyone at the party earlier" She clicked her tongue and Kazuha contorted her face, her pussy absolutely drenched at those words.

Sakura observed mesmerized by both of her girls, she trained them so well.

"But I'll have so much fun with your little hole, my love" She spat on Kazuha's asshole, teasing it with her tongue next. Kazuha tried to hold her moan, almost tearing the bed sheets apart but she almost screamed at that sudden rush of pleasure.

"Daddy, fuck" Was all she managed to say, while Chaewon hummed.

They separated and the oldest of them both turned to get the lube and one of the anal plugs; it was made of metal and had a pretty pink heart shaped rock on the end. She coated it with lube, spilling some directly onto Zuha's asshole, who mewled at the contact, specially because the lube was going down to her slit.

"Oh, you look so pretty" Chaewon hummed. "Spread your ass for me, princess" She asked and Kazuha obeyed, her eyes closed in anticipation. She jolted when the cold metal touched her asshole, mewling at it.

It was fairly big, but she took it well, moaning softly when the other pushed it inside. Her pussy clenching around nothing and pulsing so hard she was almost sure Chaewon could see it.

That postion she was in was the best for anal, yes, and it was absolutely mind blowing how could someone be so fuckable like that. Chaewon looked at the pretty plug on her lover's ass and smiled.

Zuha couldn't see, but Sakura observed how Chaewon was shaking in some mix of excitement and a little bit of fear. It was her first time not being led by Sakura after all, she was nervous. She looked at the oldest of them, receiving a small nod and a "You are doing good, puppy" as confirmation. Her heart swelled. Oh, how she loved those two.

"Now, princess..." She started, pulling Kazuha to her knees and speaking on her ear, one hand circling her hard nipple, pinching it. "How many spankings do you think you deserve for what you did earlier?" Kazuha gulped in excitement, the plug slightly moving inside of her hole and making her clench.

"Anything you give me, daddy" She answered and Chaewon slapped hard one of her tits and then the other. That took Sakura by surprise and she smirked.

"Good little slut" She roughly pushed Zuha's face down again, making her whimper. "Twenty each cheek, slut?"

"Yes, daddy" She nodded, gulping. Her eyes met Sakura's and she could swear her cunt was on fire, she never wanted to be touched so bad, to be taken by both of their straps at the same time.

"I'm playing with you, princess" Chaewon said, sliding the whip from her ass to her cunt, making her hiss and jump slightly. "Ten each cheek is more than enough" Sakura sipped on the second glass of whiskey, so relaxed it was dizzying to observe. "But I'll make sure you'll regret those ten for the rest of the week" She whispered to Kazuha, making her shiver. "Now count, slut. And if you mess up I'll start again"

And that's how started: Each flick of the whip Zuha jolted and counted, hissing loudly and moaning. Chaewon was definitely not holding back per usual; She was good with pain, stronger than the other two and definitelly not very merciful when it came to punishments. As the strokes were getting to the end, Zuha was crying with her eyes closed, a shaky and wet mess, too aroused to think.

"Keep counting princess, you are doing good" Chaewon said, the leather whip meeting Zuha's raw skin one more time.

"Seven!" She screamed, drooling on the bed sheets, her eyes now glued on Sakura's hopeful ones.

Sakura was more of a soft dom, so even tough she knew Kazuha liked that kind of treatment, sometimes that could be a little tough to watch.

She couldn't hold herself, kneeling in front of Kazuha and kissing her deeply, her tongue exploring the girl's mouth kind of in order to take her mind a little from sub space or else she would miss the count and had to start it again.

"Ten!" She screamed mid kiss, her tears making the kiss wet and salty. Sakura smiled relieved and Chaewon hugged Kazuha from behind, praising her for doing good, looking at her work of art, smiling at the reddened skin of her girlfriends ass.

"Fucking beautiful" She said, biting hard on Kazuha's back. "You did so well for me, princess" She said, slowly taking the plug from inside the japanese girl. She dripped lube on her fake shaft, turning Kazuha around and laying her on her back. "I wanna fuck your tight little asshole looking at your face, princess" kazuha hissed, her skin was burning.

She didn't even wait for the other girl's response, she simply shoved it inside her lubed hole, making her scream and grab Sakura's silk robe, her head on the other japanese woman's lap.

"Daddy, please" She rolled her eyes, drooling, shaking. "It-it hurts" Her voice cracked, almost gone. Each thrust making her pussy ache for more, Chaewon's abdomen casually brushing against her swollen clit and guiding her closer and closer to her orgasm.

"Do you want me to stop, slut?" Chaewon said, pounding hard onto the other's asshole, her pretty tits bouncing with the relentless pace the older one had set. Kazuha nodded, her eyes closed. "Then tell me your safe word" She punctuated each word with a hard thrust and Kazuha shook her head 'no', crying. "Dumb whore, I knew it", she kissed the girl, her tongue exploring her mouth, fucking her so hard the skin slapping could be heard from afar.

Chaewon straightened her back, putting both of Zuha's legs on her shoulders pounding even harder, deeper.

She closed her eyes, each thrust stimulating her clit as well, making her shake in pleasure, grunting loudly just like Kazuha.

Sakura saw it in first hand, both of them were about to climax; But as a dom Chaewon needed to do it after Kazuha, of course.

Sakura gently took Zuha's head out of her lap and went behind Chaewon, gently rubbing her sweaty back.

"Open your eyes, puppy" She gently said, cupping Chaewon's jaw with her right hand. The girl continued her relentless job of pounding the other, so into her approaching orgasm she could barely hear Sakura calling her. "Look at me, love" She called her again, more than a little bit of force on the grip of the other's jaw. Chaewon opened her eyes, they were glossy with pleasure.

"Mommy" She cried out, the grip on Kazuha's hips strong as fuck.

"I know, puppy" Sakura kissed her, whispering on her ear. "Take care of her orgasm first, puppy" She said, seeing in first hand how Zuha's pretty hole was clenching. "Look at her, she is about to cum" She whispered, holding Chaewon's hair by the nape and making her cry out, so aroused she felt she was about to pass out. "Be aware of what she says" Kkura said.

That was too hot for Chaewon to hear, but she needed to understand well what the other one was saying. Her sub's needs should always be her number one priority and she needed a clear mind so she could listen and observe for any kind of discomfort or any safe word falling from her lips.

"Hold it just a little more, listen to her needs first" Chaewon nodded, focusing on her sub. "Don't forget to breathe..." Sakura whispered into her ear.

She kept humping the strap inside her, now pinching both her nipples, twisting them with her fingers.

"D-daddy, please Chaewon, please" She moaned, basically screaming, accompanying the thrusts. "I'm cumming, fuck, fuck" She said and the other kept the hard pace, Kazuha's long nails ripping the skin of her forearms, scratching her.

"Princess" Was all she managed to say, before coming undone as well, her juices spilling all over the strap's harness. Breathing heavily, she could only feel Sakura beside her, patting her head for her to still pay attention to Kazuha.

Kazuha was still moaning, humping up with her eyes closed, tears falling from them freely. Chaewon opened her eyes, kissing the girl's jaw.

"Are you okay, princess?" She whispered and Zuha held her so tight it was hard to breathe, still crying. "You don't feel like answering, angel?" Chaewon said softly, her heart still beating fast.

"Daddy" Kazuha was fulling sobbing now, her whole body trembling.

"Yes, princess?" She frowned, it was unusual for Zuha to cry that hard.

Panicking a little she looked around looking for Sakura, trying to understand what was going on but she wasn't there.

"Did I hurt you princess? Can you point to me where it hurts?" Okay, she was full on panicking now that Kazuha was holding her like that and loudly sobbing. They spend some time like that, but the young woman culdn't contain her tears.

Sakura's foot steps could be heard, much for Chaewon's relief.

"Are you going to be mad at me?" She sobbed, hiding her face on the crook of the other's neck.

"Mad? Of course not my baby, please don't say that" Chaewon cooed, petting her head. "Tell me what do you need and I'll give it to you right away" She was a little more relieved now that Zuha has said something.

"I..." She whimpered. "I want mommy now, please" Chaewon's heart melted on her chest, sighing.

"Oh, my princess" She kissed Zuha's forehead, carefully taking the strap off of her. "Of course, baby" She got up, looking at Sakura.

"Come here" Sakura softly said, pulling Kazuha's limp body to her lap. She kept crying, hugging Sakura as if it was the last thing she would do on this earth. "Are you okay, baby?" She whispered and Kazuha slightly lifted her head, her eyes puffy and her nose red.

"I just missed you so much" She said, a little bit embarrassed. "Please let me stay here" She softly asked, clutching onto Kkura's silk robe.

"It is okay, baby" She said, looking into Chaewon's apprehensive eyes. "She just missed me, that's all" She smiled softly. "You did well, puppy"

"I love you, unnie" Kazuha directed her comment to Chaewon. "Thank you for this..." She said, already drifting off to sleep.

"Come here" Sakura called the younger woman, holding her hand and pulling her for a peck on the lips. "I love you too" She whispered. "Zuha will take a while to wake up, then we can do her aftercare"

"Right" Chaewon smiled, proud of herself.

"I filled the bathtub with hot water and your favorite lavender bath bomb" She whispered, not to disturb the other girl's nap. "There's tteokbokki on the kitchen for you, alright?" Sakura caressed her face and she leaned onto the older woman's touch.

"You are the absolute best, mommy" She kissed her lips one more time. "I love you so much!!"

Sakura smiled, watching her wrap her body in a towel and disappear onto the bathroom.

"I'm the luckiest woman alive..." She said, looking into Zuha's peaceful expression.

#le sserafim smut #sakura smut #kazuha smut #chaewon smut #dom x sub #polyamorous relationships #mommy k!nk #daddy k!nk #gxg smut

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ditizygirl · 7 months ago

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Editblr is a breeding ground for idolatry, ableism, racism and so much more all for a community about putting images together.

I've been here for only a year but I feel like I've seen it all, and the excuses oh my god the excuses. You are all 15-19, you should not have the mental capacity of a 8 year old. Your common sense is non existent and almost all of you guys are so fucking stupid it's pissing me off more than any god can understand. You are old enough to have logical thinking skills, you may have a disorder and it may be a reason but not an excuse.

Alot of you have forgotten the saying "Think Before You Talk" and I've sure as hell done alot of thinking. This is my deep dive into editblr.

Ableism

Typing quirks are a way of personal expression but why do so much of you hate to add plain text. I can understand to extent because plain text hates my head because of how long it can be but I'm not gonna act like a little bitch about it. I'm gonna add my typing quirk or even fonts itself to it.

I'm gonna ask someone to help me, or to do it for me. Stopping making excuses for ableism. Alongside with the typing quirks, your psds are ugly and eyestrainy. Psds also fall under racism because I have no idea why you guys are ignoring the fact some make dark skin characters lighter but in the case of ableism most of them are really bright and makes it hard to see.

Orange and brown? Green and yellow? Blue and brown? Why are you putting colours that can be so much eyesore together? And won't even tag as eyestrain and when someone does ask you only do it for one post.

Romanticization

This one is weird as fuck and I see no one mentioning it. Editblr highkey has a ddlg problem, this "little girl" aesthetic you guys have going on borderlines ddlg alot and its icky. The baby talk typing quirk is disgusting, stop it.

I'm not one to judge how someone copes with their trauma but what I DO judge is how you act when majority says its uncomfortable. Now this section I'm a bit unsure how to phrase it, gotta love dyslexia, but that isn't going to stop me.

There's alot of very uncomfortable romanticization of stalking which I've seen so much of alongside abusive relationships and the justification of these things.

Racism

Really can't escape this one unfortunately. Many of you are like kpop idols, you're too dyslexic towards the difference between appropriation and appreciation. Incase you forgot let me remind you.

You can not gift japanese names. Gifting names is a native practice therefore you can only gift native names. Also I've noticed you weirdos befriending people just to use their cultural names. I can't even say it east asian fetishization because its only Japanese.

Also for the love of God can you guys stop saying nonmem and non women especially when referring to sexualities. It's not hard to simply say "queer attraction to women" and "queer attraction to men".

Coming back to the "gifting" names thing, I think it's interesting how all of you conveniently have a Japanese friend who "gifted" you the name of a cute pink anime girl. Maybe I'll do a post later on how much of a bad liar you guys are.

Closed symbols is also another big problem you all have. No matter how much times you're told you can't use something you always cry "but my friend from xyz culture said it was ok!" One person can't speak for a whole culture. You're nothing but a coloinzer in disguise hiding behind the idea of aesthetic. If you want to know if a symbol is closed just use this site.

Goddess Personas

Yea this one is getting a whole section of its own. Like any people I am uncomfortable with goddess personas, especially being someone with biblical sources. Now the idea that a teenager on the internet is making people call them a goddess is strange isn't it?

In my opinion, they're all annoying, copy and paste, and I think not a lot of people talk about how the really bad ones get. You all love to indulge them, make them think they have power over them. You put them on a pedestal and praise them and get surprised when it all goes to their head?

Stop giving 14 years old power, stop indulging in their habits and letting it go their head. Forcing people to refer to you as their goddess? Their Lord and saviour? Their idol? Someone they must listen to? It creates a power inbalance which always leads to the weirdest of manipulation. Also all the engagekiss copiers are so obvious why would you want to copy the identity of a groomer? It says alot of about yourself if that's what you think is ideal.

Callout Posts

Now, personally, I believe that the only reason a callout post happens is because someone was affected, does it not? Very rarely would a callout post would be a fake one, especially if someone has more then one. If you defend someone who has more than one call out post that's on you and you're gonna end up making one some day I can genuine you that. People don't make them for no reason.

This is all I have to say for now. I hope you guys really consider what I have written here, or not, considering the fact you guys have shown multiple times you lack reading comprehension

@starriesse @dollicous @doveinne @firstgf @kiochisato @lamboll @cherryshh @narcbf @lavendergalactic @npditary @sprinkleoverdose @necroangelz @eskeys

#rentry #editblr

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entertext · 7 months ago

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HGSN 27-3

Chapter (Japanese)

(Please hit the green thumbs up at the end of the Japanese chapter to show support)

Rough translation by me

Waiter: Your Tropical Hawaiian Pancakes ~Served with the Sea Breeze~

Waiter: And your Tropical Parfait, sirs

Tanaka: Thank you

Hikaru: ...Thanks

Tanaka: Mm

(sfx: creak)

Tanaka: Well, please think it over carefully

Tanaka: I'm also just going to do what needs to be done

(sfx: rattle rattle)

(sfx: ka-thunk ga-thunk)

Yoshiki: (There's no such thing as Nounuki-sama)

Yoshiki: (Then what did Hikaru even die for?)

Yoshiki: (What is 'Hikaru' anyway?)

Yoshiki: (What have I been doing all this for...)

Hikaru: Today sure was a lot, huh? ... What should we do tomorrow...?

(sfx: ka-thunk ga-thunk)

Yoshiki: ...I'm so glad

(sfx: ka-thunk ga-thunk)

Yoshiki: I'm so glad you didn't have to go back to the mountain...

(Hikaru: The monster will go away...)

(Hikaru: Happily ever after.)

(Hikaru: That's for the best.)

Yoshiki: (I'm a monster too)

Yoshiki: (I can't find a place to belong in this cramped world)

Yoshiki: (It's always been hard to breathe)

Yoshiki: (and I've kept myself hidden away)

Yoshiki: (That's why I want him to be saved)

Yoshiki: (Because when I'm with you, I'm saved too)

Yoshiki: (In the end, its just ego)

Yoshiki: (I've said it was for 'Hikaru''s sake, for the village's sake, desperate to shift responsibility...)

Yoshiki: (But in the end, it was all just for me, wasn't it?)

(Yoshiki: You don't need to turn into a human or anything )

Yoshiki: (I went and said something like that...but in the end I'm still seeing him as a human)

Yoshiki: ('Hikaru' and I aren't the same at all)

Yoshiki: (No matter what, he's a real monster that's murdered people, a dangerous existence...)

Yoshiki: (That's why he tried to go back to the mountain)

Yoshiki: (The choice 'Hikaru' made wasn't wrong at all)

Yoshiki: (And yet, I...!)

Yoshiki:

(Because I don't want to be apart from him

Because I don't want to be alone

Because to me, 'Hikaru' is my salvation

Even if anyone else gets hurt

Because 'Hikaru' is important to me

The truth is I might not care what happens to anyone else

Am I maybe still seeing Hikaru in him?

I'm the one treating people's lives too lightly)

Yoshiki: I'm a self-centered asshole...

(sfx: slump)

Hikaru: Huh?

Yoshiki: I've been saying it's for the village or for you

Yoshiki: But it was all...just to serve my ego...

Next part: 2024/06/04 (next week)

Twitter Extra (link):

Hikaru: Whoa, he suddenly started crying (LOL)

#hikaru ga shinda natsu #the summer hikaru died #hgsn spoilers

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lurkingshan · 11 months ago

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Japanese QL Corner

ICYMI: There are so many Japanese qls airing weekly, so I’m going to start posting this little round up at the end of each week. All but one of these are on Gaga and I highly recommend watching! Yes, even the ones I'm not loving! We need to encourage these Japanese studios to keep giving us access to their content. Changing up the order this week so as not to lead on a bum note (we can end on one, instead:)).

Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yara ka

When we left off with Kazuyo’s confession last week, I said this: “Kazuyo is such a sweetheart that I really hope she'll stick around rooting for this pair once she inevitably gets let down gently.” And we got all that and more this week, because this show is my perfect angel that has never done anything wrong in its life. I love that Kazuyo is not only at peace with Sakae’s feelings for Soga, but very enthusiastically supportive of his pursuit. I love this friendship, and I love that we’re spending real time on Kazuyo’s feelings in the aftermath of this rejection. And we continue to see bits of the past relationships that have been weighing on Sakae and Soga. This show really cares about its characters and it shows. Sakae’s confession at the end of this episode was another great moment of grace and kindness and I’m looking forward to Soga’s response once he has a chance to process alongside some healthy jealousy as Sakae’s ex returns.

Perfect Propose

The first two episodes of this new jbl dropped today, and I loved it. Overworked young salaryman, Hiro, is falling apart. His childhood friend, Kai, finds him lying exhausted on the street and invites himself to move in to take care of him. Kai explicitly declared 1) that he is gay and 2) that he considers himself Hiro’s fiancé within the first five minutes, and helped Hiro get off so he could sleep properly in the first episode. This drama really said eat real food, have a nice orgasm, and get a good night’s sleep and you will be happy, and it seems to be building to some themes about the harm caused by the culture of overworking. I support this message!

Ossan's Love Returns

...where to even begin. This "honeymoon" episode was bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S. I went from crying to laughing hysterically to gasping to staring in mute horror at my screen to laughing to crying again. This show is so good at keeping these characters grounded in authentic emotion even as their behavior spins far out of the realm of how real people behave. It's a minor miracle that I can be gaping at Maki in disbelief and then bursting into tears two seconds later because of one perfectly executed line. I don't even want to talk about what specifically happened in this episode, I just want you to go watch it.

Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna 2

WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK, BABY!!! I got my hot little hands on the first four episodes of this excellent second season and let me tell you, the joy I felt to see Yuki and Kasuga again! I love that we came back to find out the gals have been eating like queens and blowing the budget. Plus, there's a new baby lesbian in the building! This season is really delving into Yuki's exploration of her sexuality, and the show is handling it with the expected gentle grace. I am enjoying the journey and putting on my patient pants to settle in for a long wait before these two actually officially get together.

Chaser Game W

This was a rougher week for this show, in that the pacing felt very jerky as the story suddenly executed a rapid turn in the romance that did not really work. The backstory reveal was weak (very poorly motivated noble idiocy), Itsuki's casual decision to start caring for Fuyu's child at the expense of her own life and Fuyu's decision to let her was under-explored, the messages about the importance of these women's work was decidedly mixed, and the sudden love confessions straight to sex didn't get proper build up. Add Fuyu continuing to be a violent drunk who treats Itsuki like shit, and it's hard to root for this pair--I am not really invested in the romance. This show is clearly going somewhere with its commentary on gender roles as it relates to Fuyu's behavior, and I hope wherever it is will feel worth it.

Sahara Sensei to Toki-kun

This show ended this week, and I pretty much hated it, but I will always love Toki despite the mess this show made of his story. We have one more show coming from Drama Shower for the season, and I sincerely hope we can end on a good note with this project.

#japanese ql corner #sukiyanen kedo do yaro ka #perfect propose #ossan's love returns #tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #sahara sensei to toki kun #chaser game w #japanese bl #japanese gl #shan shouts into the void

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tengenscvmbvdd1 · 2 months ago

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Are we just friends?

tengen uzui x black reader

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[ You and tengen had been friends for a while now, ever since you joined The kakushi.

Y'all had started off just simple friends, His wives being the first one you met. Hinatsuru, The rather calm one and sweetheart of the group, Had ended up sick and was admitted into the infirmary, But what you did not realize is that she was Lord Uzui's wife, And let alone that being ONE OF OF HIS WIVES. His other wives, Suma and makio were way different from the 2. Suma was a bit annoying to you, All the crying she does and the occasional "Do you not love me anymore Tengen-samaaaaa!!" all she really did was whine but she was such a sweetheart as well, Always bring you snacks and drinks, whenever you'd come over. Makio absolutely hated you...for some reason she believed u were after her lovely tengen...not that u weren't, But he's a married man, You'd never. Makio was much more serious than the other 2, Anytime suma would begin whining and crying, she'd be the first to start yelling, Her occasional pharse "Stop being such a crybaby!!"...

Last but not least. Tengen. Tengen was an absolute charmer, all he did was try and charm you, and flirt with you, Of course you would reciprocate back, because it's Tengen uzui, He's fucking sexy! Anytime he'd come back the infirmary, You'd be the first one to help, Almost immediately, his occasional stares at your ass and thickness, He'd make comment about your attitude like..."Ur bratty attitude needs some punishing" you'd give him attitude and reply back with "Oh please, you couldnt handle this, even if you wanted to boy."

Tengen and his wives were an absolute power couple. His confidence and his wives being apart of that boosted his ego, He told you about his past, and how he came from a declining shinobi clan, and how his father did some fucked up things to him...you cried once he told you, Mainly pissed at his father, he consoled you and told you how "It's okay now, I'm at a better place, No need to cry, Thats unflashy of you!" with a huge smile and the shine of his beautiful fushisa feautures.

He also told her how he saved his wives from the life, You were sympathetic and happy he did, saying how "I'm happy you saved thise girls from the shinobi life! Cause aint no way in hell, I'ma go for some shit like that."

Tengen and his wives, went on a mission to the entertainment district, Tengen left a week ago with tanjiro,zenistsu, and inosuke, Including Tanjiro, little sister, Nezuko. The whole organization was worried, But kylie was basically panicking for Tengen and the 4 children.

For days, You were worried and in panic. She didnt sleep, Not a wink, she was absolutely terrifed. You couldnt stand the thought of tengen dying in battle, It was too much, she told herself 'Why the fuck am i actin like im his mothafuckin wife or sum..but it's so good having him around...'

Him and his wives finally arrived back, Tengen was injured, His eye was cut and his hand was no more. Tears fill your eyes, as you yell "Tengen!" you screamed, running to him, and holding him " Are you okay! Ur hand!" U put ur hand on his no longer hand "Ur eyes!" Shes panicking, Shes in fear, but tengen puts a hand on her back, rubbing it, as he says "I'm fine kylie, Calm down.."

Tengen was put under her care. For months she took care of him. She made sure to make him the best foods only, she made him hot food, like soup, Gumbo,Jabalaya, and even his favorite foods, even of their japanese traditional, And of course she seasons the hell out of them. Tengen was tooken about when he tasted her food, He loved it so damn much. "Damn kylie, Ur cooking skills are quite flashy!" She'd blush because she never got compliments on her cooking outside of her homecountry, So she was blushing hard. "Preciate it ten.."

Over time, They grew close...real close..and it's gotten to the point, If they go out, People believe their a married couple. The day practicalar, They were at kylie's estate, having tea...the plotwist is, He never thought he'd come when kylies in her Pink nike spandex, and her tanktop...he knew you were a thick black woman, But damn..Everytime she walked..it jiggled and everything...they conversation had shifted to more intimate conversation..

"Have you been in a recent relationship?"

"Not recently....i've kinda been waiting on someone in particular..."

Tengen now curious ask, "And whos that? I hope he's a flashy man..." and you laugh, and apply lipgloss to your lips, "I can give u his description.." and tengen, thinks for a minute...his eyes buring with passion and desire, and he gives a curt nod...and she begins.

"He's a big guy, At least 6'7, Huge muscles...rather a flashy and flamboyant man...he has hair the color of snow, Eyes the color of spider lillies, Fushisa...he's huge...a big boy..has 3 wives...a husband...and so got damn sexy...and i been wanting to to sit on yo shi.."

Tengen flushes in red, and his eyes filled with lust and desire, and he stands, hocering over you..."Damnit...i cant resist u no more.." He says before crashing their lips together, His hands slithering to your ass, Squeezing hard, her body arching into him, Shes grinding against him now, He tightens his grip on her ass, Right now he's so pissed he only has one hand. She moans as she feels the pressure.

she pulls away..."this is the part where you fuck me..."

Shes now, Face down, Ass up, Getting spanked while he's drilling his 9 inches and heavy balls into her deep. He's in so deep, In a daze as he fucks her to tears, shes crying in pleasure, her back arched and her hands behind her back, He's holding it with one hand, He grits through his teeth. "Got damn, U dont know what i'd do to have both hands right now...fuck...so damn good..." Shes whining and crying, Tengen made her cum in 1 minute with just his tongue earlier and his fingers curling her g spot...but now shes about to squirt...like a dirty slut, Her back arches deep and she lets a scream out in ecstasy, "TENGEN! OHH FUCKK! IM SQUIRTINGGG!!

*her arousal was sprayed on his cock, Tengen hasnt cummed this whole time, it'd usually take all of his wives to drain his balls but kylies taking it like a pro...this is their 4th position they've hit together, shes already squirted 4 times, He begins groaning and whining, whimpering as well, He couldnt edge himself anymore, He decided he's letting it out. "Fuck mama, I'ma cum in u, In the most flashiest way, Gonna make u a- Fuck yeah right there....a mama.."

4 months later..

you're sitting pregnant, at the hashira trainings, Watching tengen torture those poor boys, but tanjiro seems to be fantastic, The wives make them Onigiri, Which they grateful for. Tengens frustrated, rubbing his temple, You stand, Walking, or rather limping, Rubbing your stomach. Once you reach him, You rub his back "Bae, Chill, You know these kids ain' that strong...They ain' disciplined...but tanjiro and zenitsu and inosuke are doing spectacular..."

he smiles softly, looking at his pregnant girlfriend now, Rubbing her stomach, calming himself, kissing her cheek.."im sorry sweetheart, it's just infuriating.." she smiles in understanding, Turning around, and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him, getting on her tippy toes...."I love you ten..."

"i love you too,my diamond..."

#2010's-2019's anime #anime style #tengen uzui #black reader

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rainforestakiie · 4 months ago

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hi! i am back with part 02 of Promised Soul! i had to split it, so there will be part 03 and that will be posted soon! maybe even later tonight?

i do hope you like it! it is loosely based on aztec and mayan mythology, and Japanese folklore.

ahhh! i really love this!

this is an adamapple fic placed in the omegaverse.

Promised Soul (Omegaverse Mythology AU) = Part 01. Part 02. Part 03. Part 04.

A full week had passed since his encounter with Lilith, and Adam had become a ghost in his own flat, refusing to leave the cocoon of blankets and pillows he’d built on his bed. He had wrapped himself so tightly in the comfort nest that it felt like a fragile sanctuary against the world outside. He didn’t care if he grew thinner from not eating; the gnawing emptiness inside him was far more consuming. He was just so... tired. Tired of everything, tired of trying to pretend he mattered to anyone.

Lilith had been his only friend, the one person he thought might see something special in him. But that hope had been shattered. The pain of it was a dull, constant ache, like a wound that wouldn’t heal. Adam’s eyes misted over at the mere thought of her. Lilith didn’t care about him, not even a little. She saw him as nothing more than the dirt that clung to the statues of Quetzalcoatl, not even worth the effort to brush off. He wasn’t worth anything. He’d left Eden hoping to find something, someone, but after a year of checking the empty letterbox for messages from his clan, he’d finally stopped looking. It was the same hollow pain twisting in his chest, a reminder that he was truly alone.

If even Lilith didn’t want him, what hope did he have of finding a mate? The realization crushed him, and he buried his face in the blankets, curling up tightly as his tears spilled over, tracing paths down his grey cheeks. It was so cruel—his skin didn’t even redden or blotch from crying. He just felt sore and clammy, the emotional storm leaving no visible marks, as if the world refused to acknowledge his suffering.

Adam hiccuped, digging his knuckles into his eyes as if he could rub away the burning sadness. Why? Why hadn’t he burned? Why didn’t he undergo the ash-fall like every other baby Phoenix? Why didn’t he rise in flames, reborn anew? Why was he so different? Why didn’t anyone care?

His sobs grew louder, more desperate, as he pressed his face into his knees until it hurt. He hated it. Hated himself. Hated this life that had betrayed him at every turn.

“I hate myself so much,” he whispered between ragged sobs. “I hate being me. Why couldn’t I have been something else? I’d have been happy as a bloody Imp!”

His cries deepened, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps as the sobs shook his frail body. Snot clogged his nose, and a dull cramp began to form from lying in the same position for so long. With a groan, Adam finally dragged himself out of the nest, his back and legs cracking as he shakily stood. He swayed on his feet, his arms instinctively reaching out to steady himself, but he stumbled forward, catching himself against the small, grimy window.

Adam grunted, his nose bumping against the cold glass. He rubbed it absently before peeling himself away from the wall, just as a flash of light caught his eye. His brows furrowed as he saw another burst of green and purple light flickering in the distance, though the filth on the window made it hard to see. Twisting his fingers around the rusty window handle, he forced it open with a screech that echoed through the quiet room. The warm, dry air hit his face immediately, a sign of the approaching return of their god and the blood sacrifices that would follow.

Ignoring the screeching hinges, Adam pushed the window as far open as it would go and stretched onto his tiptoes to get a better view of the city. Everything seemed normal, the city’s lights twinkling in the distance, and the people below going about their business. He groaned deeply, resting his arms on the windowsill and laying his chin on top. The night sky was empty, not a single star to break the oppressive darkness. It was sad how warm it was despite the hour; the nights had always been cold before.

His eyes grew heavy, his long lashes fluttering as he began to doze off, the exhaustion finally pulling him under. But just as he drifted into uneasy sleep, a sudden flash of light jolted him awake. His heart raced as he glanced around frantically, his eyes locking onto the tip of Quetzalcoatl’s temple. A string of silent lightning struck it, sending ripples of green, red, and blue through the sky.

Adam’s breath hitched, his skin prickling as every hair on his body stood on end. He leaned forward, trying to see if anyone else had noticed the strange lightning, but the creatures below continued with their lives, oblivious. Trolls played a game of stones, completely unaware of the unnatural phenomenon unfolding above them.

“What?” Adam whispered, his voice trembling.

His eyes flicked between the trolls and the temple, but none of them seemed to see the lightning. Blinking rapidly in confusion, Adam turned back to the temple just in time to see another flash—pink, purple, and gold this time—illuminating the sky and casting misty clouds in its wake.

Then he saw it. His breath caught in his throat as the shape of a serpent formed from the mist, a massive creature with six enormous wings, arching over the temple like a guardian from a forgotten age. The serpent seemed to stretch ten times the size of the city, a divine being made of light and shadow. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, leaving nothing behind, not even a trace of the misty clouds.

Adam’s heart thundered in his chest, his fingers trembling with an urgent need to move. A powerful force seemed to pull at him, yanking him towards the temple with an intensity that made his knees buckle. A wetness began to pool within him, and for a moment, he feared he might collapse.

He had to go. The urge was overwhelming, a compulsion that left no room for doubt. He had always felt drawn to the temple, always found a strange fascination in the statues of Quetzalcoatl, but this was different. This was terrifying, overwhelming—and completely irresistible.

Without another thought, Adam backed away from the window, his heart pounding in his chest as the flicker of a flame stirred within him, small but growing, as if awakened by the divine presence he had just witnessed.

He had to go to the temple.

Now.

Nothing else mattered.

Adam had no choice. He simply couldn’t resist it. The fire within his chest, like a Phoenix reborn, had ignited into a fierce, magnetic pull that tugged at his very soul. It felt as if an unseen force had cast a line and hook into his heart, reeling him in like one of the lesser Cetus-fishers snaring a catch from the abyss. His feet shuffled forward, then back, as though he were caught in the sway of hypnotic waves that rolled through him, relentless and undeniable.

He clenched his eyes shut, trying to banish the compulsion, but it was no use. With a sudden, sharp turn, he surrendered to the pull, despite the absurdity of his situation. Clad only in flimsy black pyjamas and an oversized blue sweater, barefoot and utterly unprepared, Adam was clearly not in his right mind. The one rational thought that should have sent him racing back to his flat, to burrow himself in the safety of his cocoon, seemed to have been smothered by the overwhelming force tugging him onward.

The Jorōgumo.

The Jorōgumo women of Pentagram City, ever-vigilant, always prowled the temple grounds, ready to ensnare any creature foolish enough to trespass into their sacrificial domain. Those who were caught faced a fate too horrific to fully comprehend—some strung up with their insides spilling out, others torn limb from limb, and many more cocooned in slick to be fed to the Jorōgumo’s ravenous younglings. It was a death beyond nightmares, a terrible way to end.

And yet, here Adam was, his mind fogged with the weight of invisible feathers, lured from the sanctuary of his apartment by an unseen, seductive force. He had lived in that building since he was eighteen, ever since he had fled from Eden, and now something was leading him astray, gently but irresistibly drawing him out into the night. He stumbled down the streets, clumsily bumping into other creatures, his eyes wide and glassy, his face ghostly pale. It was as if he were trapped in a trance, drifting helplessly through the twisting, labyrinthine streets of the inner city, lost in the grip of something far beyond his control.

Adam stumbled forward, his shoulder colliding hard against a towering Alpha Goblin. A deep grunt escaped the creature as he struggled to regain his footing, his large, fish-like lips curling into a menacing sneer that revealed rows of jagged teeth.

"Oi!" the Goblin snarled, swiftly closing the distance between them and seizing Adam's arm with a vice-like grip. He yanked him back forcefully, causing Adam to nearly topple into his slimy, pungent chest. "Are you blind or somethin'? You ran into me! Apologize!"

A small, distressed whimper slipped from Adam's lips as his glazed eyes darted around the cluttered street. Torn newspapers danced in the cold breeze, and a collage of tattered flyers clung desperately to the dilapidated grey and red walls surrounding them. Above, the seedy neon lights of a nightclub sign flickered erratically, casting eerie red and blue shadows across the grimy pavement.

"Hello! Are you even listening to me?" the Goblin barked, shaking Adam roughly like a rag doll. "You bump into me and just go silent? Where's your manners?"

Adam's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, words failing him as an overwhelming sense of wrongness crawled beneath his skin. The Goblin's touch felt invasive, unnatural, and every instinct within him screamed to break free and continue toward the temple that beckoned him with an unseen, irresistible force.

Squinting up at the grotesque figure, Adam took in the Goblin's unnaturally long limbs that dangled almost to his ankles, the sagging folds of his sallow skin, and the oversized, bulbous head that seemed too heavy for his frail body. His feet were enormous and misshapen, adding to his unsettling appearance.

"What's the matter? You deaf?" the Goblin snapped impatiently. "Say you're sorry!"

Adam's vacant stare bore into the Goblin, an unsettling intensity that made the creature shift uneasily. The Goblin's bravado faltered as he leaned back, his beady eyes narrowing with recognition.

"Wait a minute... I know you," he muttered, a sly grin creeping across his slimy lips. "You're that unburned Phoenix Omega, aren't you? Couldn't even rebirth properly, huh?" His gaze swept over Adam with contempt. "You certainly don't look like much of a Phoenix. Not desirable at all."

A cold chill sliced through Adam's core, the words striking a tender, wounded place within him. He had always known he was different, lacking the fiery brilliance and allure of other Phoenix Omegas.

Before he could process his actions, a sharp retort burst from his lips. "Well, you're not exactly a sight for sore eyes yourself, princess!"

The Goblin's eyes widened in astonishment before narrowing into slits of rage. He puffed out his chest, releasing a thick, musky scent meant to assert dominance and force submission. The air grew heavy and oppressive, laden with the stench of swamp and decay that made Adam's stomach churn and his eyes water.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" the Goblin croaked, his voice bubbling with fury. "I'm an Alpha, and you're just an Omega! Know your place and show some respect, especially after your rudeness!"

As the noxious pheromones assaulted his senses, Adam's face contorted in disgust, his nostrils flaring as he fought the urge to gag. Seeing the Goblin lunge toward him once more, Adam acted on pure instinct. He twisted free from the clammy grasp and delivered a swift, powerful kick squarely into the Goblin's chest.

A sharp crack echoed through the night as the blow sent the unsuspecting Alpha stumbling backward. He tripped over his own cumbersome feet and crashed into a heap of overflowing trash bins, the metallic clatter resonating down the deserted street. A loose lid toppled onto his head, rendering him unconscious amid the scattered refuse.

Breathless and wide-eyed, Adam stared at the fallen Goblin in disbelief, a tremor running through his entire body. His heart pounded against his ribs as he frantically glanced around, relief washing over him when he realized no one had witnessed the altercation.

"Thank Quetzalcoatl," he murmured under his breath, a sense of urgency rekindling within him.

As if on cue, a gentle, unseen presence brushed over him, tenderly guiding his gaze back toward the direction of the temple. The ethereal pull intensified, enveloping him in a comforting yet insistent embrace that urged him forward.

Without wasting another moment, Adam turned on his heel and broke into a swift stride, his bare feet carrying him swiftly through the labyrinthine streets. The allure of the temple beckoned stronger than ever, its mysterious call weaving through the night and drawing him inexorably toward whatever destiny awaited.

It took what felt like an eternity for Adam to reach the outskirts of the city, every step a new form of agony as his feet throbbed with pain, likely bruised from the relentless journey. By the time he reached the first carved statue of their God, Quetzalcoatl, his heart was hammering in his chest, the thunderous pulse reverberating in his ears. His face flushed with heat, his body aflame, and his chest seared with the effort of breathing. He bent over, hands clutching his knees as he gasped desperately for air, each breath a struggle. His eyes screwed shut, and beads of sweat traced their way down his temples, dripping off his chin.

Damn it. He had never run like that before. Adam wasn’t one for running these days—or ever, really. Since he had failed to undergo the transformation that all Phoenixes underwent, he had let his once-fit body go, seeing no reason to maintain it. He wasn’t overweight, not by ordinary standards, but in a Phoenix clan, where physical perfection was expected, he was considered almost obese. His frame was softer now—plump around the stomach and chest, his thighs thick, though his arms and legs remained thin. He was still smaller than Lilith, barely reaching her shoulders, but the comparison stung.

As he inhaled sharply, the frigid night air filling his lungs, Adam froze. A sudden, icy terror gripped him, chilling him to the bone. His entire body stiffened, and he felt as though frost was about to etch itself across his ashen skin. The distant sound of the warrior Jorōgumo on patrol echoed through the night, a reminder of the ever-present danger. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to straighten up, and shuffled into the shadowed recess of the statue of Quetzalcoatl, his breath shallow as he watched the darkness for any sign of movement.

Then, he saw it. A monstrous silhouette with eight spindly legs skittered into view, its form a twisted shadow against the inky blackness of the night. The creature’s attention seemed elsewhere, and it veered off to the left, where Adam heard the unmistakable, blood-curdling screams of rule breakers caught in its path. The air was suddenly filled with the harsh, shrill cries of more Jorōgumos, followed by the desperate footsteps of two fleeing figures.

But they didn’t get far.

With a terrifying swiftness, something white shot out from the darkness, ensnaring them by the ankles. In an instant, they were yanked to the ground and dragged away, their screams abruptly cut off as they were pulled back toward the sacrificial grounds from which they had foolishly tried to escape.

Adam slapped both hands over his mouth, stifling his own cry of horror. His eyes were wide, unblinking, and they burned with the strain of holding back tears. The muffled voices of the Jorōgumos grew louder, closer, before mercifully fading away, taking their prey with them. Adam trembled violently, his body refusing to obey his mind’s commands to stay calm. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying he wouldn’t witness anything more horrific, though the darkness had already hidden much of the grisly scene from view.

He knew the Jorōgumos were deadly, sadistic creatures, but they operated within the rules of the city, giving generous warnings to those who strayed too close to their domain. They wouldn’t devour you unless you crossed the line of Quetzalcoatl, or unless they found you… appealing. Yet, knowing their cruelty in theory was one thing—hearing it play out in the darkness around him was another.

"Dear Quetzalcoatl," Adam whispered, his voice trembling as he tilted his head toward the statue, "please watch over me and keep the Jorōgumos away."

He realized with a jolt that this was the closest he had ever been to the statue, a sacred relic he had never dared to touch. The proximity made his hair stand on end, an almost electric sensation coursing through him. He could reach out and feel the stone if he wanted to, the carved feathers of the Serpent God’s wing shimmering faintly in the dim light, almost as if they were beckoning him.

But he didn’t dare move, not yet. The night was still thick with danger, and Adam knew that every second counted as he clung to the shadows, praying to remain unseen.

Adam rubbed his hands down the oversized sweater that seemed to swallow him whole, his gaze fixed on the ancient statue of Quetzalcoatl. His eyes, wide with a mix of awe and trepidation, wandered over the countless other statues lining the walls, separating the sacrificial grounds from the rest of the world.

These statues were relics of a forgotten era, their origins shrouded in the mists of time. To touch them was forbidden, a transgression that could cost someone their hand—or their life. Beyond the city walls, replicas stood in their place, mere shadows of the originals, and while the public could freely touch those, the true creations were strictly off-limits. Adam had always been captivated by the originals, drawn to their eerie beauty, yet each time he visited, he was never alone. Lilith was always there, her presence like a shadow, her watchful eyes warning him whenever he ventured too close.

Adam's first encounter with the city at eighteen had been like a dream—or perhaps a curse. The moment he crossed the threshold, he had been irresistibly drawn to one of the replica statues in the town centre. His hands, as if possessed, traced the carved feathers, feeling every groove and ridge of the stone. Quetzalcoatl was not just a god; he was the very essence of their existence, his legend woven into the fabric of their lives—paintings, stories, plays, movies, and even children's toys all bore his image.

Yet, as Adam stood before the original statue now, something dark and powerful stirred within him, a force that both thrilled and terrified him. He was so close, yet paralyzed, his knees buckling beneath him, his hands trembling as they clutched at his chest. The dry grass beneath his feet felt cold, lifeless, as a shiver crept down his spine. The half-dragon, half-bird face of Quetzalcoatl loomed just beyond the wing, its stone eyes boring into his soul.

"Ah..." The sound escaped Adam's lips, barely a whisper, as he found himself bowing low before the serpent god. It was as if the true God’s gaze had fallen upon him, weighing down on his very being. "N-No disrespect, your highness, I..."

His voice trailed off as his eyes locked onto the stone face of Quetzalcoatl once more. A slow blink, a nervous bite of his lower lip, and his thoughts turned to the ancient deals and contracts forged in blood. The contracts were dark, their terms etched in sacrificial blood, yet they had borne fruit. Quetzalcoatl had provided—food, water, shelter, everything his people needed to survive and live in peace. But the price was always the same: blood.

Adam blinked again, the world around him narrowing to the palm of his grey-ash hand. He stretched out his fingers, tracing the lines of his flesh, and let out a soft, wordless hum. His eyes darted around until they found a sharp rock on the ground. With deliberate slowness, he picked it up, pressing its jagged edge into his palm. The pain was brief, a sting that brought forth tiny pearls of blood.

He winced, watching the blood pool in his hand before he extended it, pressing the crimson-stained palm into the earth before Quetzalcoatl's face. For a few agonizing minutes, he held it there, the ground seeming to drink in his offering.

Then, with a deep breath, Adam crawled forward, slipping beneath the statue’s head, crossing into the forbidden grounds where no one else dared to tread. The air there was different, thicker, as if the weight of centuries pressed down upon him. But for Adam, it was as if he had finally crossed the threshold into a world where his darkest desires could no longer be denied.

The moment Adam crossed into the ancient, forbidden sacrificial grounds of Quetzalcoatl, a feverish heat washed over him, prickling his skin like a thousand tiny needles. No one had ever dared to breach this sacred space and lived to tell the tale. What fate awaited him if he were caught? He didn’t know, but retreat was no longer an option. He had already transgressed the unyielding laws of the city. With his knees pressed into the parched grass, his fingers twitched with a mixture of fear and excitement as he took in the sight that few had ever seen and lived to describe.

The reality of the grounds far exceeded the sterile depictions in textbooks and museums. The towering pillars were colossal, dwarfing the illustrations he had studied. The stone slabs were thicker, etched with intricate details that the public had never been privy to. The ground beneath him was polished to a sheen, a black stone pathway winding like a serpent up to the temple. Golden and grey steps, made of perfectly polished stone, climbed toward the heavens, leading to a pinnacle too high for Adam to discern its carvings.

Glancing down at the cut on his hand, Adam was startled to see that the wound had already begun to heal. The main gash had sealed shut, leaving no trace of blood, as though the very air within these grounds possessed some ancient magic. Swallowing hard, he brushed his thumb over the now-healing cut, marvelling at the rapid recovery. It would be fully healed in a week, perhaps even sooner.

"Whoa..." he breathed, the word slipping from his lips in awe.

Carefully, Adam rose to his feet. His legs trembled beneath him, and he twisted his hands into the fabric of his blue sweater, fingers toying with the frayed edges of his sleeves. His heart pounded so violently in his chest that it seemed it might burst, but he forced himself to take a tentative step forward, lifting his bare foot from the dry grass to the waxy, polished floor. The warmth beneath his foot surprised him—not uncomfortably hot, but a soothing, inviting warmth that made him long to curl up and bask in it.

The pillars loomed above him, their surfaces adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to tell forgotten stories. Some connected overhead, forming a latticework ceiling, while others stood solitary, reaching skyward. As Adam continued along the waxen ground, his steps brought him to the edge of the black stone pathway.

He paused there, staring down at the midnight-hued stone, so polished that his reflection stared back at him. Tiny white crystals were embedded within the stone, twinkling like stars in the night sky. They were too beautiful to tread upon, so Adam chose to walk alongside the path instead, his hands clasped tightly together as his fingers fidgeted nervously. Occasionally, his gaze drifted to the almost-healed cut on his palm.

As he ventured deeper into the grounds, Adam discovered thousands of golden and red archways standing sentinel along the sides of the star-studded pathway. Each archway framed a platform with an altar at its centre, a gaping hole in the ground beneath it. When he reached the first altar, Adam’s breath caught in his throat.

The altar bore a stone headrest at its top—unmistakably a sacrificial platform. Anxiety gnawed at him, urging him to hurry past. His feet carried him swiftly toward the temple, almost of their own accord, driven by a mixture of dread and compulsion. The ominous allure of the temple beckoned him closer, pulling him into its ancient embrace, where the line between fear and fascination blurred into something dangerously intoxicating.

Adam had barely lifted his foot an inch when something silver snaked around his ankle. His breath hitched, confusion flickering in his eyes, but before he could react, he was yanked violently upside down, dangling from the stone archway he had been about to pass beneath. A surge of anger ignited within him, frustration bubbling up like a storm as he twisted, kicking at the sticky webbing that held him fast.

"Adam, what the fuck are you doing?" Lilith’s voice hissed from below, her tone sharp and laced with urgency.

She skidded to a halt beneath him, her back arched and her chest heaving as though she had sprinted to catch him. Her form was unsettling, her body twisted in an unnatural way. Beyond the human legs that supported her, two long, gold and black-striped spider legs jutted out from her torso, a stark reminder of her true nature. Her long, golden hair, usually flowing like a waterfall, now appeared cropped and uneven, and a dark, ominous mark marred her cheek.

"Put me down," Adam growled, his voice low and simmering with defiance, even as he struggled futilely against the webbing that suspended him. He knew that if he managed to break free, he would fall and likely snap his neck, but desperation fuelled his anger.

"Now, Lilith."

The Jorōgumo sneered, her long, sharp fangs snapping menacingly in the air beneath him. "You’ve gone too far this time, Adam. Way too fucking far. Do you have any idea what you've done? What I just had to do? To my own sister, no less?"

"Oh, shut up," Adam shot back, his voice a snarling growl as he wriggled more violently. "You don’t know anything! I need to go. It’s calling me, and I can’t ignore it. I need to go."

Lilith’s eyebrow arched sceptically, her expression darkening. But before she could respond, the ominous sound of approaching Jorōgumo warriors filled the air, a chorus of clicks and hisses that made Lilith stiffen. Her icy-blue eyes widened in alarm, and without a word, she darted up the stone archway, her long, hairy spider legs carrying her effortlessly upward. She quickly used two of her legs to secure Adam to the underside of the archway, cocooning herself over him like a protective, yet terrifying, shield.

"Lilith—"

"Shut up," she hissed, her hand clamping over his mouth, silencing him instantly.

The sound of the Jorōgumo warriors grew closer, a deadly symphony of predator and prey. Lilith remained tense, her body rigid with fear and anxiety, listening intently as her sisters and cousins passed by, their presence a looming threat. Only when they had moved on did she exhale a deep, shaky breath of relief.

"Thank Quetzalcoatl," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Even the Jorōgumo aren’t allowed to venture into the sacrificial grounds."

Adam tried to speak, but his words were muffled beneath her hand. Lilith’s glare intensified as she pressed down harder, her fangs bared in a silent warning.

"Hold still," she whispered harshly.

She began untangling the web from around Adam’s body, carefully lowering them both to the ground by a single, slicken thread. But the moment their feet touched the earth, Adam made a break for it. Lilith, however, was quicker, swinging one of her spider legs in a swift arc that knocked him off his feet.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" she spat, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "Do you want me to eat you that badly?"

With a fierce shove, she pinned him to the ground, her spider leg pressing into his back with unsettling force. "How fucking stupid can you be? Did you really think no one would smell you passing the wall? Ridiculous! We’re trained hunters, Adam—it’s our responsibility to find and destroy traitors of Pentagram City."

Lilith pressed down harder, her eight spider eyes snapping open, their gaze cold and unforgiving. "Even my sisters aren’t allowed to pass the statues into these grounds. Do you have any idea what kind of shit I just had to pull to keep you alive? My sister saw you, Adam—she was going to fucking behead you. I had to rip her abdomen out to stop her from grabbing you back at the statue, and now, I’ve betrayed my own clan."

Adam thrashed beneath Lilith’s crushing weight. "I never asked you to save me," he spat back.

"But I did it anyway," she hissed, flipping him over with ease. As Adam tried to rise, Lilith was faster, slamming her human foot down on his chest, pinning him once more. "I’ve crossed into the sacrificial grounds, and if I’m caught, I’ll be killed too."

"I never asked you—"

"But I did it anyway," Lilith cut him off, her voice sharp and unyielding. "Again and again, I’ve let you get away with shit. I’ve let you get closer to the statues of Quetzalcoatl than anyone else would dare. My siblings say I’m too soft because I keep letting you do things that should’ve cost you your hands."

Adam glared up at her, his cheeks flushed with frustration. His defiance burned bright in his eyes, especially as Lilith bent down, her face mere inches from his.

"So, I’m only asking you once," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "What the fuck are you doing?"

The two childhood friends stared at one another, the tension between them palpable. The aggression that had gripped Adam moments before ebbed away, replaced by a strange emptiness. Once, the thought of Lilith showing interest in him would have ignited a thrill, but now, he felt nothing. Instead, a calmness settled over him, and his dry lips pressed together as his gaze drifted toward the temple, lost in thought.

What was he doing? Why had he come all this way, breaking the law of Pentagram City? He could lose his life for this reckless act—he might have already, if not for Lilith’s intervention.

“Well?” Lilith spat; her voice sharp as a blade.

Adam blinked, his thoughts snapping back to the present. He frowned. “I saw him.”

“Saw who?” Lilith’s eyes narrowed further, suspicion darkening her gaze.

“Quetzalcoatl,” Adam replied, his voice firm and resolute.

Lilith snorted, rolling her eyes in disbelief. “No, you didn’t.”

“I did too,” Adam insisted, stubbornness edging his words. “I saw him above his temple, silhouetted in the misty clouds. There were these... these colorful lightning bolts striking the top of the temple.”

“There was no such thing, Adam,” Lilith retorted, her voice stern. “I’ve been here all night. There was no lightning, and certainly no appearance of our god. You did not see him.”

Adam’s frown deepened, his face contorting in a way that seemed almost unnatural. “I did. He’s calling me. He’s pulling me to the temple.”

“Were you sleeping?” Lilith asked, her head tilting to the side, her voice softening with concern. “You must have been dreaming.”

“No.” Adam shook his head furiously, then thrust his cut hand up toward the Jorōgumo. “I offered him my blood for entry, and he accepted. Look, see? I literally cut my hand barely an hour ago, and it shouldn’t be healed like this already!”

Lilith squinted, scrutinizing the nearly healed wound stretched across Adam’s palm. She sighed deeply, her sharp-nailed fingers curling roughly around his wrist as she yanked it closer to her face. The cut looked old, as if it had been there for weeks or even months. But then she caught the scent—fresh blood, potent and undeniable, seeping from the seemingly healed skin. It was a scent that could only come from a fresh, still-bleeding wound.

Lilith recoiled in bewilderment; her eyes wide with shock as she blinked down at him. Adam sat up, rubbing his chest with a pout, seemingly oblivious to the strangeness of what she had just experienced. Her senses screamed that his hand was still bleeding, yet her eyes insisted otherwise.

Had Adam really seen Quetzalcoatl? The thought gnawed at her. She had always noticed the peculiar glint in Adam’s grey eyes whenever he looked at a statue or painting of their god, but she had dismissed it as a childish fascination, the kind all younglings shared.

“And what do you intend to do?” she asked, suspicion lacing her tone.

Adam glanced up at her wearily, his lips curling into a crooked smile. “…Climb the temple.”

“What? Are you insane?” Lilith hissed, planting her hands on the round, protruding spider-like abdomen she bore. “Nobody, absolutely nobody, is allowed to touch the temple. Not even the elders are permitted to climb those stairs. You’ve lost your mind.”

Adam pouted deeply as he climbed to his feet, dusting off his legs. “I know the risk, and I’m not asking for permission. I’ve already asked Quetzalcoatl himself, and he’s granted it.”

“You don’t know that,” Lilith snapped coldly. “Even if your wound was accepted as an offering, that could mean anything. You could step on the first stair and be struck by lightning.”

Undeterred, Adam turned toward the large golden steps, humming thoughtfully. “They don’t look that hard.”

“Adam, are you even listening to yourself?” Lilith groaned, rubbing her temples in exasperation. “You’re going to get yourself killed. Just go home, now, while you still can. We’ll both pretend this never happened and pray for Quetzalcoatl’s mercy.”

“No.” Adam’s voice was firm, his gaze unwavering as he met hers with a dry look. “I’m not going back. I came here for a reason, and I need to go up there, to the crown of the temple.”

Lilith threw her hands up in frustration. “But why?”

“I don’t know why,” Adam replied without hesitation, “but it is Quetzalcoatl’s will. And I’m more afraid of what will happen if I ignore him.”

Lilith groaned again, shaking her head in disbelief. Her nose crinkled, and her brow twitched as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. Her spider legs twitched anxiously, tapping the waxy ground as if searching for stability.

“You know, I don’t need you to come with me,” Adam said carefully, his tone softer. “I’m not your responsibility. You made that perfectly clear last week.”

Lilith blinked at him, as if she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Adam—”

But Adam ignored her, turning to make his way toward the temple once more. Just as he began to walk, Lilith grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him back with surprising force.

“Are you sure about this?” she hissed; her voice dangerously low. “If you’re caught, you’ll be killed. Not even I can save you.”

Adam glanced at her hand, then carefully removed it. “With my whole heart.”

After a long, tense silence, Lilith finally gave a sharp nod, her eyes hard as stone. She began to back away, her voice cold and cutting as she addressed Adam.

“Typically, I don’t wish luck to fools on reckless quests, but... best of luck.”

Adam blinked, taken aback by her icy demeanour. “…Thanks… I think?” he replied, his tone unsure, caught between confusion and gratitude.

Lilith's expression remained unchanged, her face an unreadable mask, devoid of even a flicker of warmth. Without another word, she turned from him and shot off, her spider legs striking the waxy ground with an awkward, almost clumsy rhythm as she vanished into the shadows.

Adam stood there, awkwardly watching her retreat, the air around him heavy with the lingering tension.

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