#ncs my beloved

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Aftershock...

So, summing up my conversation with @nanamiscocksleeve

This is based on the phenomenon of all the Nanami wives seeking comfort in Hiromi immediately after the fucking Shibuya incident which we usually do not acknowledge.

And me listening to Halsey the other day.

𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐 18+ 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

Hiromi Higuruma knows.

He knows that when your fingers tangle in his thick dark locks, you dream of them being soft and blonde.

He knows that every time he kisses you, and your head turns away, his lips don't quite feel right.

Every time he pushes into you, cock straining with need into your difficult cunt, your eyes screw shut. You never look at him. You never see him.

But, he wants you to feel good. So he lets you. Allowing you to shut your eyes and dream of the man you never even got to say goodbye to.

Now if I keep my eyes closed he looks just like you

You lie under him, eyes closed, weeping. Praying that you won't be left alone again, yet unable to look past the man who holds your heart in a vice-like grip

Now if I keep my eyes closed, he feels just like you

His hands cup your breasts, almost the same size as his.You can't help it, you compare. Harsher though, rougher. Desperation clinging to his fingertips and he kneads at your soft pliant flesh. Look at me. See me! I'm right here, please!

But you've been replaced | I'm face to face with someone new

But your eyes stay shut, and the moans and whimpers that fall from your lips are not made for him.

And Hiromi would cry, but you're already doing that. As a tear slips out the corner of your eye and sinks into the pillow. He can't help but sink into you. Kissing its trail, kissing your jaw, your neck, your chest.

Your tits in his hand he prays. Look at me.

Would've gave it all for you, cared for you | My lover, my life | Would've trade it all for you, there for you| So tell me how to move on

But you can't. You can't let go of the past of the man who owned you; mind, body, and soul. And you know it's unfair to the lawyer on top of you but you can't help but seek comfort in his touch‌,‌ his caress, his kiss, his cock.

They don't realize that I'm thinking about you | It's nothing new

But he does. Hiromi Higuruma knows. And he hopes that one day, you see him for who he is. Not as the replacement for another. Till then though, he will love you. And hold you. Just like you need.

[nc-vb]

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

Hi!! I’ve lowered prices by 30% for EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS! (though if you wish to pay full, I won't stop you 👉🏻👈🏻)

Even if you can’t commission me right now, it would mean the world to me if you’re able to reblog this and help a girl and her sick cat!!!

Please check out the new prices below!!

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[apfelkvchen]

Choose your fighter:

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[voidandradiance]

where the hell is the karma / no country could be sweeter masterpost

the extensive guide to the fic that ate my brain

basics:

both karma and no country take place in the same timeline. where the heart is acts as the end of karma, and the beginning of no country.

there are prequel/midquel fics that take place during the five-year timespan covered by where the heart is. these are in the subseries somewhere up the road.

karma is largely canon-complicit through the main series: there is one major shift that directly alters canon, but the rest does not contradict it. no country is the post-canon continuation, and plays faster and looser with isles.

karma is a finished series - its story is complete, and it is unlikely that i will update it further.

far side of the universe, the core subseries within no country, is a finished subseries - that portion of the story is complete, and it is unlikely that i will alter it.

somewhere up the road, the midquel/prequel subseries of no country, is ongoing: i may or may not update it.

heartache, the sequel subseries of no country, is ongoing and will occassionaly be updated.

timeline:

this is the best format i have to try and explain this mess.

adjacent fics:

not everything that i write is in the same universe. there are, however, other fics of mine that are adjacent to karma/no country and can be taken as happening in the same framework. these fics are not inherently canon to karma/no country, but they could be. the tone of these works is sometimes darker, so mind the tags.

*** = almost made part of the series, ** = very similar, * = could be but not intended

a few things, maybe several things***

in a blanket of smoke (this got out of hand)*

too many war wounds (not enough wars)**

and the punchline to the joke (is asking)*

folded neat and tidy (so that you know i'm out of hiding)*

these additions produce a timeline that looks like this:

tumblr tags:

no country tag

where the heart is

patron saint

somebody sometime

[avengedbiologist]

Thinking about Captain Black in these trying times,,,

[maegalkarven]

Just finished the game and!!! It was good. Some aftermath convos and cuts/slides would be great, but even without them it was very satisfying!

Also Zevlor showed up to help me alongside other allies and I screamed. And Mol. And Arabella. And Rolan! 4 beloved tieflings out of 4.

Also the mercy kill of Orpheus (turned illitid) was very satisfying in terms of turned good Durge who used to murder bc father said so and for fun and now deals mercy kill probably for the first time in his life. It truly feels like his story went the full circle.

Also the Elder Brain recognizing Durge as its creator and saying it would follow and obey Durge, but not Ketheric, Orin and Gortash (who, Brain says, immediately started fighting like children the moment Durge was out of the picture) was AWESOME.

Brb gotta go find our wayward 7000 vampire spawns and help them to adjust.

Also Yenna is 100% Durge's child now. Astarion hasn't signed for co-parenting? Well, he better sign the fuck up real quick bc Yenna is coming to Underdark with them.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

@taznovembercelebration - Soup

It's cold. The type of cold that made your fingers go numb if you stood outside for more than a few minutes. Taako and Lup were nestled deep into a back alleyway of the city, using newspapers Taako had nicked off a newsstand earlier as kindling for their fire. It was warmer then. Or at the very least, more bearable. Here, cushioned between the dropping temperatures, the promise of snow the paper had reported, and his grumbling stomach, he felt a lot smaller than he had in the light of the day.

Still. Small victories. The second sun had just barely set when Lup had dragged out a decent-sized pot from one of their bags and filled it up with the river water they had boiled earlier. Taako had transmuted a couple of nails he had found on the street into a makeshift stand for the pot to sit above the fire and they had bought- bought! with their own money!- some chicken broth.

They couldn't go back through the marketplace for a few days, just to be safe, because someone had spotted Lup stealing lentils. On top of that, Taako had tripped during their escape and dropped about half of their vegetables. Still, it was something. They could have stolen the chicken broth, too, but they needed that guy on their good side. He had given them a discount after they had pulled the "poor hungry orphans" card, and if it was that easy, then it was best not to cross him anytime soon if they could help it.

It had been a mess to assemble everything. They didn't have a cutting board anymore- someone had ransacked the bags a few weeks ago and made off with half their supplies- but Taako had transmuted them a new knife and Lup had found a hard enough piece of wood to make due. They were lucky to have the pot still. At the very least, it was one piece of their Tía that had made it with them this far.

Lup glanced over her shoulder back toward the street and Taako checked too, just to be sure. But upon seeing nothing, she turned back to the pot and lifted the lid. A bout of steam rose from inside, followed by an incredible smell. Taako's stomach growled audibly and Lup grinned at him. She took their ladle- another stolen item, thank the gods for unaware shopkeeps- and took a scoop, raising it up towards her mouth for a sip.

"Done, I think," she said, lowering the ladle back down and squishing things around in the pot. Taako passed her the singular bowl they had and said,

"I'll take the pot."

"You got the pot last time," Lup said, spooning heavy scoops into the bowl. "You get the bowl this time."

"I always get the bowl," Taako said, taking it anyway when she passed it to him. He leaned over to his pack and got their spoons out, passing one to Lup. Lup didn't give him the grace of a reply. Instead, she leaned the pot toward herself and took a big spoonful. Taako followed suit.

Gods, this was good. They made it, so it was bound to be good, natch, but he had almost forgotten how nice warm food was. The lentils had softened beautifully and the single potato that Taako hadn't dropped was so, so worth it. He had been worried about the garlic, because it had been pretty old by the time they decided on soup tonight, but it made it so much better. Taako had to lean his head back to stop himself from salivating all over the place when he took another spoonful.

Warm food was delightful. It sat heavy in his stomach and made his chest tighten a bit. He almost had to blink back tears from the sudden memory of Tía dishing out a bowl for each of them. It hadn't been the first thing she had taught them, but it was definitely the homiest. If it wasn't so cold, Taako could almost imagine that they were still back there.

But the wind nipped at his fingers and neck as he ate, and the bowl slowly grew more empty. When he finally had enough left to tip the bowl back into his mouth, he did so with just a little bit of remorse. This was probably going to be the only warm thing they had for the rest of the month unless they got stupid lucky one day. And, just knowing how the world tended to work, they probably wouldn't.

Lup scraped the sides of the pan down and shoveled the rest into her mouth before setting it back down. Their fire was slowly starting to dwindle down. Taako wrapped his coat a little tighter around himself and said,

"D'you think we can wait 'til morning to wash stuff or nah?"

Lup tch'd, clearly thinking about it.

"We nearly got arrested last time they saw us doing that," she said. "So maybe now?"

"Oh. Right," Taako said. "Now it is."

"I'll take the pots and stuff if you get my bag."

"Deal," Taako said, passing the bowl back to her. She set it in the pot as Taako gathered up their stuff. They didn't need a repeat of getting all their shit stolen again- it might have been fine in the woods, but the city was a whole 'nother can of worms when it came to that sort of stuff. Taako kicked the transmuted pot holder off the fire and Lup extinguished it. In a few hours, the pot holder would turn back to the few screws he had started with, anyway.

It was a practiced routine. Set up camp, eat, meditate in shifts, maybe, if they could, and then go. They might come back here after washing up, but Taako doubted it. There was a spot by the river that was much more protected from the wind. They just had to figure out who was taking first watch.

"Alright," Lup said, lugging the pot up into her arms. "Lead the way, my man."

"Leading," Taako said, bringing them to the edge of the alleyway. He stopped and looked out to both sides, just in case. The city was as dead as it had been for the past few hours. The weather and the night were keeping most people home. When the first sun started to rise, they'd have to be more careful. They couldn't exactly go hauling their cookware out in plain sight. Either someone would think they stole it or would try to steal it from them.

But it was clear. Taako slunk down the street, Lup tight at his side. At the very least, he wouldn't have to worry about watching his back. They might have been outcasts, but if there was one person Taako trusted not to die, or disappear, or get tired of him, it was Lup.

[nostalgiacriticshitpost]

critic has 2 wolves inside

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

@nanamiscocksleeve has made it their mission to decimate me I think and it's working.

Guys if you don't hear from me um. Yk.

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

PLEASE NCS THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME.

The SOFTNESS. The love. The care. I'm. I can't I need to hold hiM PLEASE I love this. I LOVE YOU.

21. With gojo but could you reverse it so reader says it to him. I just want gojo to have all the soft things nice things 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Battle after battle, Satoru picked up scars all over his fair-skinned body. Usually he was able to push these out of his mind but sometimes, the vulnerability showed through.

It broke your heart to see him like this, when he insisted the lights are turned off when you made love, or keeping his shirt on while you were in bed together.

You're between his legs, softly bobbing up and down his length, slurping, letting his cock slide back as far as you could. He's moaning your name, hands tangled in your hair.

Your fingers travel upwards, gently stroking his tense abs, feeling the lines of the scars that hid under the fabric of his T-shirt. With a whimper, Satoru thrusts into your mouth, gasping as he orgasmed, the salty cream sliding into your throat. You swallow, licking your lips, then start kissing your way up, past his pubic bone, his navel, pushing his T-shirt up as you went.

Satoru tries to stop you but you persist, rolling it up further and further until all the fabric was bunched under his chin. You look at how much wear and tear his body had taken over the years. You trace the lines, the uneven skin, and see his breath rippling in his chest.

"Y/n...please..." He was so shy and looking away. You trace a particularly long line in the middle of his body, then kiss it. His blue eyes look at you nervously, watching your every move.

"Hey...it's ok," you murmur, stroking his cheek. "You don't have to be embarrassed. You don't have to cover up each time. I love you. And I think you're beautiful no matter what."

[blmpff]

House of Stars first thoughts:

I like the idea, locations, costumes and coloring.

I'm not sold on the directing/acting, of the main couple as well. I'm more interested in the side not-yet-pairing (Double/Pawin was giving me slight Us/Tay from KPTS vibes).

I'm curious if it'll improve in future episodes, I'm cautiously staying for now.

[hdmiports]

nothing better than a piece of pizza bigger than my fucking head

[mail-me-a-snail]

silvervance on my mind again .

[deathlygristly]

Am American, live in the South in North Carolina, wanted to add some pics of my state as propaganda. ;) Okay, so the first one is from Tennessee, our neighbor to the west.

Anyway, yeah, I’m a Tarheel born, a Tarheel bred, and when I die I’ll be a Tarheel dead. ;)

[north-wilkesboro-moonshine-cave]

nc courage baby WHY would you trade out that fade for solid colors!!!!!!

[4x09]

It’s so refreshing writing realistic losers. I would die for the trailer park trash of the Pines and the bitchy waitresses at O’Hares