#needless to say，his help was definitely necessary

[rubys-domain]

i finally got to spend a day with my bf. needless to say, i had the best fucking day ever

[scekrex]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well!!!

I just read your Adam x Lucifer’s son fic and I loved it a lot more than I thought I would going in (that sounded really backhanded but I definitely don’t mean it that way 😭)

I was thinking of a part 2 that takes place literally just a few minutes after the 1st, Lucifer basically gave Adam a few… let’s say corrective love taps. And now the reader is patching up his now bruised face. Reader try’s to make Adam feel better by complimenting him and flirting with him. (I know damn well Adam is such a hoe for genuine affection like-)

Cut to Lucifer sitting across the room eyeing you both, now realizing that his son is in love with THE FIRST MAN and Adam is ALSO in love with his son. To put it simply, he is kinda freaking out. He now refuses to leave them alone together for the rest of the day, and also the unseeable future! He starts listing the reasons why the Reader should very much not being dating Adam. (Would be funny if he also mentioned the age gap as if he didn’t date a newly born woman as a who knows how old Angel LMAO) And Adam is like “Bitch, I’m am literally right the fuck here.”

Lucifer is just really activating his overprotective dad mode. That is… until Charlie really needs his help with something for the hotel. He eventually (albeit reluctantly) agrees to leave to help because he thinks “I’ll be quick, it’s just what? 5 minutes? And I’ll be in the room just a few doors down!”

He leaves and Adam, who for some motherfucking reason, can’t stop thinking about all the things Lucifer said to you about him and starts thinking ‘Maybe he’s right’ and starts just getting in his head about it

Reader finishes up patching his face and can tell he’s thinking about what Luci said. He reassures him that he loves no one else but Adam and that what his dad thinks is irrelevant. Reader gives Adam a kiss before asking. “Anyways, you ready to go?”

“The fuck you mean? Go where?

“I mean… how else are we going to finish what we started?”

And the was one of the first times the reader managed to make Adam flustered. Needless to say, Adam and the reader weren’t there when Lucifer returned. Much to Lucifer’s anger.

Nah man ur good, I wasn't the biggest fan at first too but y'know, it's kinda cute. Also u didn't specify anything about Reader and Adam having sex so I kept this SFW, my inbox is temporarily closed but if ya want a sequel that's basically just smut, lemme know once my inbox is open again!

Part 1

My lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you

“Was that really necessary, dad?” you grumbled as you pressed a ball of cotton against Adam’s lip - Adam’s bleeding lip. Lucifer hadn't been too fond of the view he had been greeted with when entering the room. The brunette’s bottom lip was split open, his nose was bleeding and his eye was slowly turning black again. Adam had just recovered from the stabbing injuries Niffty had caused and now he was covered in bleeding wounds once again. A thing that surely did surprise you and that you wanted to look deeper into once the situation was less tense, was the fact that Adam’s blood was still golden. His blood had remained pure and angelic and while you partly understood why, it did make you curious.

Adam hissed in pain as your fingers gently traced along his nose, checking if it was just bleeding or if it was broken - Adam was lucky because your father had actually managed to break the former angel’s nose.

Lucifer was sitting on an armchair across the room, watching the gentle touches his son offered Adam, he didn’t like that they got along and he hated that they seemed so in love, so all over each other. Lucifer knew Adam, well that wasn’t entirely true. Lucifer had known Adam once, back in Eden when everything had been so new and exciting for pretty much everybody. Back then Adam had been a kind and loving soul, but that soul was no longer comparable to the man that was sitting on his son’s bed, bleeding divine blood onto the covers while his son basically sat in Adam’s lap and took care of the injuries.

“Yes, it was necessary, someone needed to teach him a lesson,” Lucifer answered your question, sounding quite bitter. And partly you were able to understand your father, he had history with Adam - history that did not end well at all but the man whose lap you were sitting on seemed almost innocent. You were very aware that Adam was the last person to describe as innocent and sweet though.

“My poor angel,” you hummed as you leaned in a little closer, carefully stopping the bleeding of Adam’s nose before inspecting the broken bone a little closer - it was nothing you couldn’t fix, that was for sure. It would heal just fine, it just needed time. With gentle hands you cupped Adam’s face and kissed his stubbled chin, causing the brunette to shiver lightly. Adam was not used to gentle touches, yes, he had been spending quite some time with you ever since his people had left him behind, but that didn’t mean he got used to affectionate touches like those you offered him - that didn’t mean he disliked them, quite the opposite was the case, he lived for your gentle touches and soft words. You somehow always found something to praise the brunette for.

Adam hummed in agreement, nodding his head lightly to underline the sound. “Don’t you worry, I’ll fix you up in no time,” you added, satisfied that there was no more blood dripping from Adam’s nose.

Lucifer growled from where he was sitting, not pleased with how close you were to Adam’s face - well, actually he wasn’t pleased that you were close to Adam at all. You shot your father a glare over the brunette’s shoulder. “You’re responsible for his injuries so shut up,” you hissed at the blonde king.

The king of Hell simply rolled his eyes at your words, “Yeah, well you shouldn’t be dating Adam - date whoever you want, I don’t care if they’re female, non-binary or male, just don’t date him.” Lucifer pointed towards Adam who seemed not very happy about how lowly Lucifer spoke about him. Sure, they had their issues with each other, but why was it such a big deal to the blonde that the first man and the prince of Hell had a thing for each other?

“Y’know, first of all he’s a maniac, he literally used to kill our people,” Lucifer started to list reasons why you should stay away from the brunette, you could only raise an eyebrow at your father, “Oh our people? The people you ignored for only God knows how long? Those people you’re supposed to rule but instead of doing so you simply let them rot?” You felt how the first man’s hands came to rest on your hips, gently patting them signaling you that he liked your answer. Lucifer huffed.

“Okay what about the fact that he’s manipulative and controlling?” The blonde king tried again, nodding his head towards Adam. “Dad,” you said, looking at Lucifer, you seemed quite unimpressed by his words, “Mom’s book is trash, Adam was told to keep Lilith on a leash, he was supposed to look out for her and stop her from being absolutely self destructive and reckless.”

The blonde king tried it yet again, his problem was not that Adam was a man, his problem was that Adam was Adam, “Okay but what about the age gap? He’s like so much older than you are, sweety,” you cringed at the nickname your father gave you and playfully slapped Adam’s chest as you felt a chuckle vibrating through his body. “Says the guy who fucked the first woman a couple days after her fucking creation,” Adam huffed, turning his head around to face Lucifer.

The short king was about to argue yet again, but Charlie interrupted him by opening the door without knocking, something that was very unlike her since she valued privacy. Your sister’s eyes watched you and Adam for a moment, she shot you a quick, reassuring smile before heading towards your father, who was still sitting in that stupid armchair, observing you and Adam like the both of you were little children.

“I’m sorry for bursting in without knocking,” Charlie apoligzed, sounding quite stressed about whatever was going on elsewhere in the hotel, it wasn’t that you cared all that much. Not when you were seated in Adam’s lap and Charlie was a great distraction for Lucifer’s sharp eyes. “Don’t sweat it, dollface,” Adam simply responded, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, “You’re not the fucking first, seems to be a fucking family issue you have there.” Your sister spun around in confusion, frowning at the first man who simply rested his chin on your head and grinned at her. “Uh… yeah… no, what I came here for is actually,” the blonde girl turned back towards the king of Hell, “Dad, I really need your help.”

Lucifer shook his head, nodding towards you and Adam, “I can't leave them alone sweety.” Charlie glanced over at how you were seated in Adam's lap, patching up the wounds your father had caused. The blonde girl sighed, then returned her attention to Lucifer who was still watching you and the brunette very closely. “It's urgent, Valentino-” at the name of the pimp Lucifer perked up, he knew Valentino meant no good and the fact that Charlie was mentioning him in context with the fact that she needed his help with something only made it worse in his eyes. “I think I can spare a few minutes to deal with Valentino,” Lucifer grumbled, not exactly happy leaving you with Adam, yet he knew his daughter wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

He got up from the armchair, twirled his cane and tapped it on the floor once it was right side up again. “Let's make this quick.”

You watched as your father and your sister left the room to deal with said Valentino problem. As soon as the door fell shut you stopped hiding the grin and looked up at Adam, who seemed to be thinking about something - most likely all the harsh words your father had said. A small sigh left you as you cupped Adam's face once again, looking deeply into struggling golden eyes. “Don't take his words to heart he's… a little overprotective when it comes to his youngest son,” you hummed at Adam, the grin on your lips turned into a soft smile as you caressed Adam's cheek with your thumb. “Besides, we have to get going before he comes back.”

The brunette frowned at your words, his concern about all the things Lucifer had said was replaced by confusion, “Get going? Where the fuck do you wanna go?” You glanced to the door, then back at Adam. The first man followed your eyes and the confusion cleared up rather quickly. “Somewhere where we can continue what we started without dad interrupting us.”

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When Lucifer returned to your room only five minutes later the room was empty. Nothing had changed except for the fact that Adam was no longer sitting on your bed with you in his lap. Lucifer cursed under his breath and just as he was about to go seek for you and the first man, he heard moans coming from one of the other rooms, those soft sounds of pleasure caused the devil to stop in his tracks immediately.

The moans echoing through the hotel came from Adam.

[xanasaurusrex]

Helloooo could u please do Poseidon cabin next? My hc is that they can be either very chill like typical calm surf kids and super relaxed (like calm and relaxing waves” or unhinged af like chaotic, super fun in a bit of crazy way and overall more energetic and like yeah unhinged (like Percy). Lil obvs usually overall the same calm, go-with-the-flow kind of kids but also either very chill or very chaotic. Wanna know what u think tho… so yeah. Poseidon cabin if u can please?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ poseidon cabin headcanons ࿐ྂ

hi!! of course i can do poseidon cabin hcs! i honestly have a lot of ideas about poseidon kids. thank you so much for the request and i hope you like these!

i totally agree with you that there are two ways a poseidon kid can turn out

1) totally chaotic (percy)

2) totally chill surfer kid

there are a few people who are a mix of chaotic and surfer, which makes them actually really fun to surf with, but only perodically, because while surfing with them is fun it can also be kinda scary at times

continuing on with water sports

poseidon kids are naturally really good at any and all watersports

they can often be found as the captains of swim teams

and very good at waterskiing and waterboarding

a go-to job for a poseidon kid is lifeguard as well, obviously

poseidon kids also don't eat seafood

some people find this confusing and some people find this obvious, i personally think it's obvious

it's because they can understand what fish are saying, so they don't like eating them

if you ask them why that bothers them, they'll say "you know what people are saying, would you eat them?"

not the most sound logic, but they're not exactly known for that

all poseidon kids have natural beach waves

poseidon himself definitely has beachy wavy hair, and he definitely passes that onto his kids

just like hecate and athena pass on their eye color to their kids, poseidon passes on his hair

poseidon kids are hardly ever seen wearing shoes unless it's absolutely necessary

they just naturally feel more comfortable barefoot

(the darks are a-barking)

(BARK BARK BARK)

ignore me

they love spending time at the beach, obviously

little beach creatures always manage to find their way to them

like you'll look away from a poseidon kid at the beach for about two seconds, and look back, and they have a little crab in their hand

sometimes they can look a little crazy, because they'll start having conversations with these little creatures

another thing about the beach with poseidon kids:

yknow the thing where whenever you leave the beach, you have sand just everywhere

they don't

it's something to be genuinely envious of when it comes to poseidon kids

like, they'll shake out their towel and there will be no sand on it, and then it's just done

it's definitely magic, a gift from their godly father

poseidon kids also hate aquariums

most aquariums don't treat the fish like they need to be treated, so going to an aquarium is kind of traumatic for a poseidon kid, because they can understand what the fish are saying

a kind of universal traumatic event for any poseidon kid is going to an aquarium on a field trip in elementary school (not yet aware that they're the child of poseidon) and hearing the fishes beg for help to be liberated from the prison they were being kept in

and when they got to the touch tank, hearing the fish beg to not be touched, things like that

like any and all poseidon kids ran around ripping everyone's hands out of the water, begging them to stop touching the fishes because they didn't like it

needless to say they got picked up early that day

poseidon kids also tan really easily

like, they'll fully walk past a sunny window and get tan

like for the full summer season, they're tan

they also stay tan for a really long time, so they're honestly still tan into like spooky season

poseidon kids are also very good at throwing parties

it's their chaotic side

they know where and how to get the best decorations, where the best spot to set everything up is

(and where to get good alcohol without getting caught, but you didn't hear that from me)

poseidon kids are the definition of horse people

not all horse people are children of poseidon but all children of poseidon are horse people

not in a cringy way, either, they just connect with horses more than any other animal, which makes sense because they can hear them and can have real relationships and conversations with them

they do often look a little bit crazy if they're seen at the stables fully having a conversation with horses

if they return to the stable where their horse is kept after spending all summer at camp, they'll go around catching up with all the other horses

they're also naturally skilled at riding horses

like if i jumped on a horse right now, i would fall off and die because i've never done it before and horse riding is a skill (according to the sims 4)

poseidon kids could go literally their whole life without riding a horse, and then jump on one during a quest and ride perfectly

the favorite movie genre of poseidon kids is also westerns, because they generally have horses in those movies, and they can understand their neighs

they think it's hilarious when a horse makes fun of the actor in the movie but no one but them can tell because they can understand what they're saying and no one else can

they look like crazy people watching westerns

at the camp movie nights, whenever it's poseidon cabin's turn to pick the movie, they pick a western, and are laughing at the most inappropriate times in the movie, because the horse just neighed in the background and he was making fun of the actor guys! the horse thinks this makes as much sense as we do, trust me, he has a really good sense of humor

going back to the aquarium thing a little bit, poseidon kids are also not a huge fan of zoos

this is because they can understand zebras, and zoo animals are also not treated the best

sometimes they're treated better than aquarium animals, but poseidon kids are always hesitant to go to the zoo, or just any place where you go and look at animals of any kind for fun

they can't help but think how they would feel if they were in that position

so basically poseidon kids have the hugest hearts ever

and they're very brave as well

and basically the coolest ever

you should probably be friends with a poseidon kid... if you're not already

alright that's all for poseidon kids! this was super fun, i had a bunch of ideas for poseidon kids! i want to thank everyone again, for all the support i'm getting on these. i've decided to start writing for harry potter characters, because i'm binging those movies and have a bunch of ideas, so these might be coming out a little bit slower, but know that i'm working on them! if you've requested one and i haven't posted it yet, just know that it's in the works. thanks so much for all the support and requests, i love you all so much!! muah!

[tangytiramisu]

La Squadra’s Favorite Makeup Looks On You

This is just a fun idea that came to me! (Please excuse my poorly drawn bases 😖)

CW: None

Risotto Nero

He doesn’t know much about makeup so he doesn’t have strong opinions.

He wants you to be happy so he’s perfectly fine with what you choose.

Though if he had to choose a favorite it would be something soft and natural that accentuates your features, especially your eyes. Brown eyeshadow, subtle liner, and eyebrow pencil are his favorite choices.

Prosciutto

Out of all of the members he is one of the most knowledgeable about fashion. He will gladly help you pick out an outfit if you are unsure of what to wear for an occasion.

He prefers looks that are elegant and classy.

He likes deeper more neutral colors for makeup because they look more mature.

Thus, the smokey eye with red lipstick is perfect in his opinion. It is a timeless classic that looks good with everything. Accompany it with lash extensions and contouring and you’re all set!

Pesci

Like Risotto, he doesn’t know a lot about cosmetics but is aware that makeup is an art form.

He always looks forward to seeing the different stylistic choices you make everyday. He loves it when you express yourself!

While he loves every thing you wear, he has a soft spot for simple and cute pastel shades. He thinks they compliment your skin wonderfully!

He prefers a more subtle look, so contouring isn’t all that necessary in his eyes.

Sparkles will make the look infinitely better!

Melone

We all know how eccentric he is, so he would love something unusual and eye catching!

Unsurprisingly, he has quite a bit of knowledge regarding cosmetics, despite not wearing them himself.

He definitely has tried some before though and knows how they work, so he loves doing your makeup!

Almost always goes for purples, blues, and pinks, and prefers unconventional mascara colors. He finds colorful lipstick extremely sexy as well. Don’t forget lots of glitter!

Ghiaccio

He knows nothing about makeup. He doesn’t understand why people make a huge fuss about it either. It’s pretty much just face paint!

Needless to say, he won’t shame you for wearing it or anything, but he likes you more in your natural state.

If he had to choose a look he liked, he would go for something like Risotto’s, but even simpler.

Very faint beige eye shadow, blush, light lipgloss, and some eyeliner. He would only like eyebrow pencil of your brows are light. His favorite is the mascara though, but he’d never admit it.

Formaggio

Bro doesn’t know how to put makeup on but has seen plenty of women wear it.

Before getting with you, he often hung out in bars and clubs and took several women home. Since then, he has fallen in love with flashy party makeup. He also just likes colorful things.

While he’s fine with any colors you choose, his favorite eyeshadow is blue— it’s got that somewhat tacky but classic party girl vibe.

He loves that with eyelash extensions and bright red lipstick. Party on!

Illuso

He will never admit it, but he thinks makeup is interesting. Hell, he’s even dabbled in it a few times and wasn’t all that bad at it.

Knowing how extravagant he is, he loves something glamorous. Nothing too flashy like Formaggio’s choice, but it should still be eye catching.

Deep sparkly purples do the trick for him. Bold eyebrows are a must. That, with long eyelash extensions and contouring has him swooning. Don’t forget deep kissable lipstick!

[amvro]

pairing: amuro tooru x gn!reader

summary: he’s overworked and he needs some well deserved rest.

cw: none :)

It was as if he could do anything. He could start his day at the cafe and save a few people before coming that night, and because of this, it was terribly easy to forget that he too, is human like everyone else.

He was a little too good at pushing himself when he needed to most. When he needed some rest, but a call comes in asking for some extra help on a mission. Or the cafe suddenly asking him to open up the next morning because someone's unable to make their shift. He was always able to say yes and exceed everyone's expectations no matter the job.

For this exact reason, he was often given far more work than your average person, and this is not to mention he had three different faces he was juggling. Yet, even through all this work, it looked effortless to him. He never seemed to be struggling and he was always on task, so no one would suspect he actually was tired and a little rest was necessary for this hardworking man.

However, you would never miss it. Not the small eyebags that appeared just below his eyes and definitely not the sighs that he would let out every once in a while. He needed some rest, but you knew better than anyone that he wouldn't listen if you simply told him to, he would just push himself a little more. He's a little too good at that.

You knew when his next day off was, but you also knew he was planning to get all his household chores done and caught up with that day, and you weren't going to let that happen. He needed to rest. So there you were, two days before his day off, cleaning around to surprise him. You were absolutely ready to take the whole day and the next if you had to, but it was much better than you had expected. Of course, he still had most of his daily chores covered through all his work. Needless to say, you were excited about his day off.

Before long, his day off had finally come. He woke up bright and early like he always did, went out for a little jog, and did his little routine. He had gotten back home and he was ready to take out the garbage when he realized it was already done, which he found terribly skeptical. He then went to check the laundry which was also already done, not to mention everything seemed a lot cleaner than he had left it. Immediately, his eyes widened and he knew it was you, and he was ashamed he hadn't noticed earlier.

As if on cue, you rang the doorbell and he opened it up. You looked at his running wear and you realized he had already gone and ran.

"You're already done! Aw, that's too bad... I was going to tell you to sleep in some more first," you said and gave him a little kiss as you walked in.

"Thank you so much," he said, a little lost for words and you smiled.

"Oh, don't mention it. Go take a shower, I'll borrow your kitchen by the way," you said, pushing him towards his bathroom.

"I'm sorry, you just came but I think I will," he said, looking apologetic and you told him there was nothing for him to feel sorry for.

While he was in the shower, you decided to make a few mug cakes. Very simple 5-minute ones, because his showers were too short for anything special. Now, they took much longer than the five minutes they were advertised to take, but it was still done by the time he had gotten out of the shower.

You were sitting on the couch with a blanket and the mug cakes on the coffee table when he walked out of the shower. You had been dating for a while now, but gosh was he still so stunning with his wet hair.

"Come sit and eat while it's still warm!" you said. "I'll dry your hair."

"No, it's okay, you should relax," he said and you immediately looked at him, shocked.

"If anyone needs to relax it's you," you said and forced him to sit down so you could dry his hair, which he had no choice but to give into.

It was a lovely time, there were hardly any words said as the sound of the dryer was a little too loud, but it was comforting. He was eating your very quickly put-together mug cake while you were drying his silky hair. Every other bite he would feed you some as you were busy drying his hair, and you couldn't ask for more. Nothing could make you happier and the same went for him.

Once your mug cakes were finished and his hair was dry, you snuggled into his bed and pulled him in.

"We're going to sleep," you said, already comfortable under his blanket.

"No, we really don't have to. We finally have a day off together, we should go somewhere you want to," he said.

"Well, I want to be here right now. With you," you said, completely certain that that was what you wished for. "I really want some more sleep today and I can't sleep without you so you're going to have to tag along."

He couldn't help but smile. He slowly snuck in and you snuggled up right next to him as he kissed the top of your head. It was sweet, and that was it. It didn't have to be anything more and it was all he wanted for the past few weeks. He truly didn't know how you managed to notice and he couldn't imagine himself with anyone other than you. You had to be the one.

"Thank you so much," he said, again. "For noticing."

"Noticing what?" you said with a smile, playing dumb. "I just wanted some extra sleep with you. I hope you don't mind on your first day off in a while."

"There is nothing more I could possibly ask for," he said and wrapped his arms around you. Before long, he was fast asleep and you couldn't help but smile. You knew he was tired and you didn't know how to get him to rest.

You kissed him softly and whispered, "I am always here for you," before falling asleep as well, but you would never find out that he was awake to hear those words. Nor will you ever find out that he fell even more in love with you that day.

[frickinsleepdeprived]

Interesting First Dates with the Demon Slayer Hashiras

Just wanted to compile a little something else for y'all teehee- (some of these will be more on the modern side than others, all of these headcanons feature pre-established relationships fyi)

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Text Key:

Normal text: you, the reader

Italicized text: the character in question

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Muichiro

He's an antisocial person, not to mention he's pretty aloof to begin with. So naturally you don't want to make him uncomfortable, and frankly neither does he.

So when you guys are discussing first date ideas, you both didn't want to go with the generic dinner or movie, hell staying in sounded boring also.

"You know what I just thought about Muichiro?"

"Hm? What's up (y/n)?"

"I heard that there's an orchard nearby, and it's open to the public-"

"Say less let's go."

So you guys went, turns out it was an apple orchard. So that means you'll have fresh apples for you both and maybe some of the other hashira.

Once you both returned to headquarters, you both had two baskets each filled to the brim with apples and you didn't know what to do. So you both decided to just make cider out of some, give a basket to the mess hall, save a basket for each of you. And whatever was left you both divided equally among the other hashira.

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Mitsuri

Mitsuri, obviously, is the love hashira. Love is practically her brand.

So you expected something extremely lavish, like a five star four course dinner or something. Hell maybe she might get some help from Uzui who knows?

But instead, she decided that for your first date, you both are gonna go to a wine/sake tasting.

"Mitsuri where are we going?-"

"You'll see soon enough, I promise!"

So you guys get to the winery and distillery, you looked at her rather confused. What were you both doing here?

But as you went inside, you realized what this was all about.

And Mitsuri was about to put you onto some really good wine and sake?

Say fucking less.

"You liking this so far (y/n)?"

"How come I haven't known about these types of events before? Or what good wine is?"

Needless to say you guys had a really good time, and went home a little tipsy.

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Obanai

The serpent hashira isn't really one for dates.

Moreover, Obanai didn't believe in them at first simply because he didn't think they were a necessary requirement to court with someone.

However, he noticed that you went to the cemetery dedicated to fallen demon slayers a lot.

He was always curious about it, so he asked if he can accompany you.

But he wouldn't outright say he wants to be with you, he'd probably make up some kind of excuse.

"Obanai it's okay if you just want to be with me when I go, I don't mind."

"W-what're you talking about? I just want to go with you to ensure your safety. There's no telling who can be out there..."

And you can tell he's lying because his face gets red, and his snake hides it's face.

Nevertheless though, he went with you and when he saw you at one of your relatives graves, he couldn't help but feel a little grateful he decided to go with you.

It's something he'll definitely never forget, and afterwards he felt bad not only for lying but also your loss. So you guys decided to explore the rest of the cemetery for the day.

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Sanemi

Given that he's on the more competitive side, it's only natural that Sanemi would want to make your first date a fun challenge.

What better way to get a fun competitive spirit going on in your relationship with him than video games?

"Soooo what're we playing Sanemi?"

"Uh, well what do you want to play? Your choice not mine I'm indecisive as fuck."

So you picked up an iconic guitar.

Yes, you're gonna play guitar hero.

Sanemi was surprisingly really good... on the easiest difficulty that is.

You on the other hand have been playing this for so long that you can play it on almost max difficulty.

"oh yeah, it's on. You pick the song we're putting that shit on max difficulty."

So you chose a song you knew by heart, whatever that may be

And the way that this man was closed in on the game, it gave you chills.

Needless to say his determination paid off and he won lol.

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Kyojuro

You guys didn't want to go out but at the same time you didn't want to stick with the generic movie and eventual make out session.

Luckily, in your boredom, you started thinking about all of the art supplies you've accumulated over the years.

Then you remembered something you recently bought.

"Hey Kyojuro I'll be right back, just need to grab something real quick."

"Alright my darling flame, take your time."

So you came back not even five minutes later with a huge pallet of face paints and brushes varying in size. Along with some water in a glass and a paper plate

"Hey Kyo I need you to take off your shirt and tie your hair up for me."

"Um, okay? What do you have plotted my little flame?"

"You'll see, now hold still."

So you painted on his back, seeing as how you didn't have any other canvases available at the time.

And he was really still too, it was truly a testament to his own discipline. Which was pretty strong in your opinion.

"Okay, now don't move... alright you're good, just don't lean back."

You showed him a picture of the landscape you painted on his back, and his jaw just dropped in pure awe.

"You like it?"

"I must say my sunflower, you definitely have quite the artistic expression! Well done beautiful."

"... you wanna try?"

He didn't even hesitate, he had you raise your shirt and he just started painting. You could tell by the strokes he was pretty skilled.

After that he took a photo of what he painted on you and showed you.

"Oh, wow. T-that's beautiful, how come you never told me you painted?"

"Well, I just figured it wasn't necessary, why? Are you that enamored by my artistic skills, my love?"

......

Shinobu

Truth be told, she had a few errands to run for the butterfly estate

You decided to tag along and make it more enjoyable for her, she never really liked going out alone anyways.

"Where are we heading out to?"

"I have to pick up some stuff from the apothecary, who knows, maybe we'll find something we'll both enjoy for later!"

So you guys went in, found everything you needed for the butterfly estate, and ended up picking up some bath bombs for a bath later at night.

"Shinobu, my love my light, that one has glitter in it-"

"Oh don't worry dear, this isn't for us."

"Please don't tell me you plan on glitter bombing Giyuu again-"

She simply smiled, knowing damn well she had not the purest of intentions

Nevertheless you both returned home and put one of the bath bomb to use

It was always relaxing for you guys, after all, you both wouldn't mind just basking in each other's company if the day would allow for it.

......

Tengen

This man... has three wives.

And now that you're in the mix you kinda felt out of place a bit.

Little did you know that you'd be scooped up from training with Obanai that day and taken elsewhere.

"Babe I was training-"

"That's unflashy of you, let's go do something fun. Besides I've already got something aligned."

"I- okay by all means."

Yeah there was really no protesting this one.

He noticed that you've been becoming a little closed off so he decided to take you on a date. Just you and him.

Once you both got to where you needed to be, you noticed it was a dance studio.

"Oh god I'm gonna trip over my own two feet-"

The class entailed lessons in bachata, which is a type of Hispanic dance similar to salsa and rumba.

And knowing you, you didn't have any dance experience, like at all.

However, you know you're a fast learner, and so is Tengen.

And you soon realized that dancing with this hunk of a man you called your boyfriend wasn't so bad after all.

Matter of fact, it was exhilarating knowing that the both of you could be this intimate without ya know, doing the do or even without words.

"You enjoying this at all? Your face is pretty red there."

"I- hush, it's not like yours isn't either."

"Darling, my face is red because I'm sweating. Yours is red because you're embarrassed. I gotcha, don't worry."

And with that said you decided to just let go of any concerns you had. Allowing Tengen to take the lead with the dance.

Overall it was a good time, also really good exercise seeing as how you both kinda nodded off after you got home.

......

Gyomei

Given how he's blind, there are many things that you kinda felt like he missed out on, despite being able to see the transparent world.

However, you knew one thing that brought him comfort was his faith in his religion.

He never really talked about it, but when he did, he'd become so overwhelmed with emotion that he'd just cry.

Which you didn't mind, it's his faith and he's allowed to get as emotional as he needs to.

"(y/n), there's a place I want to show you. Why don't you join me?"

"Oh, okay, lead the way Gyo."

So he takes you to a grand building, one made of gold and beautiful teakwood. The sight taking your breath away as he smiled at you.

"Gyomei, is this the temple you always talk about?"

"Yes, it's a beautiful sight. But there's something in the back I want to show you."

So he takes your hand, greets the monks, and quickly leads you to the back where a beautiful butterfly garden resided. A huge Buddha statue in the middle of a koi pond.

You stood there flabbergasted, how could one small area be so beautiful?

Gyomei motioned for you to sit next to him, which you did, leaning your head on his shoulder as he took this time to pray.

You were never the religious type, but something told you to come here more often. With Gyomei by your side of course.

......

Giyuu

He's rather reserved, kinda like Muichiro however he's willing to interact with people if he has to.

However asking you on your first date with him was so unfathomably hard for him that he had to pull the rizz duo (Kyojuro and Tengen) to help him out.

And boy did they help, well, aside from Tengen picking you up like a sack of potatoes and running to the beach.

But once you got there, Kyojuro told you to close your eyes. Which you did.

And by the time you were set onto the sand you were like "Okay what the fuck is going on more importantly where is my boyfriend?"

"I'm right here, my treasure."

So you open your eyes to see Giyuu, at this point Kyojuro and Tengen were running away giggling like schoolgirls. Your boyfriend's faint smile, however, distracted you from the fact that you were basically kidnapped and taken here.

"Giyuu, are those horses?" You asked, looking at the two beautiful mares that stood before you.

"Yes, they are... I'll admit, Rengoku-san and Uzui-san did have a hand in helping me plan this. But I hope you'll enjoy everything that's in store for tonight. So come on, ride with me for a few."

On the outside, you're stunned.

But on the inside you're jumping up and down with glee, knowing that you'll be able to ride a horse for the first time in a very long time.

And it didn't take long for Giyuu to find out you're a skilled equestrian.

It made him proud though, knowing that you like doing something else other than training all the time.

"I see that someone's enjoying themselves?"

"Yes, I very much am. Thank you Giyuu, this means so much to me."

Afterwards you got off your horses and gave them back to their handler, which Giyuu thanked him immensely.

"So... what now?"

"I figured maybe we could walk along the shoreline? If that's okay with you?"

My GOD this man is flustered beyond comprehension. But through his insecure words, you knew he meant well and what he says, he means wholeheartedly.

You guys walk the shoreline until sundown, then afterwards he treats you to a nice dinner on the beach. Albeit it was small but it was still super intimate and nice.

Truly, you wouldn't rather spend your time any other way. As long as you were with Giyuu, nothing else mattered.

......

OMFG MY BACK HURTS-

Regardless though, I truly hope you all enjoyed these interesting headcanons! Feel free to leave a request!

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Stardew Valley Bachelor/ettes and their sexuality headcanons

Yeah yeah I know, they are all canonically bisexual or something like that, but I have some headcanons to go further into it as to just say “he/she is bi”. It’s my silly little blog and I get to choose the content ok lol anyway:

Content warning: slight nsfw so minors DNI

Bachelors:

Sam: raging bisexual and proud. Doesn’t care what others think of it, maybe his mum and dad though, speaking of that with them feels still kinda weird as he doesn’t feel comfortable talking about such things with them. But overall he never gave his sexuality a second thought and goes with whoever he has caught feelings for.

Sebastian: bisexual but is more into women. Feels uncomfortable speaking about it. He didn’t know he liked men until he met the farmer (if they are male). He felt ashamed of his feelings for the same sex, but the farmer helped him come out of his shell. Robin and Maru don’t care and support him no matter what, Demetrius however…but it doesn’t matter who it is he likes, this guy will always pick a fight with Sebby so yeah.

Harvey: again, bisexual but prefers women. Has kissed a man before in his college days doing some dumb drinking game (he liked it more than he likes to admit) but never done more. He’s knows that homosexuality is natural in all sorts of species and therefore doesn’t think it’s weird. However, he feels a bit awkward having to confront himself about his own bisexuality, but he generally feels shy about his personal matters, especially when it might get people talking. When he catches feelings for the male farmer, he fears that the farmer will think poorly of his attraction and therefore has a harder time accepting his feelings for them than for the female farmer.

Shane: I said it before, I’ll say it again: man fucked in his gridball days, mostly women, again, but he also had a thing with a guy. He doesn’t like to speak about his bisexuality and pretends he’s straight because it’s less of a hassle to say if he’s asked. He doesn’t want the surprised looks of people because he doesn’t seem like a guy who’d also date men. Despite that, he likes women a tad more (boob guy, also likes eating 🐱), but he can’t deny his attraction towards male athletic builds. He won’t ever admit it though, of course.

Elliott: bisexual and proud. Has no preference whatsoever. He mostly writes about heterosexual relationships and loves the female anatomy as it’s different to his, therefore more intriguing to him in an artistic aspect, but he won’t pick favourites. All bodies have their perks and he’s open to give love to every body that’s attached to a person he loves. His first relationship was with a man, but he always knew that his attraction is not limited to one. He’s a romantic artist, and therefore finds beauty in all different shapes and sizes.

Alex: bisexual but says he’s straight because he is convinced he is. The hours he spent looking at shredded man abs in his youth definitely weren’t first indicators, he just wanted to look like this, not look AT this. He also definitely didn’t have some codependent homoerotic friendship with a fellow sportsman in high school, no no couldn’t be him. He prefers women, or it’s his denial, who knows 🤷🏼‍♀️ needless to say, he assumes he’s straight till he meets the (male) farmer and is immediately struck by love. It puts him in a spiral, but eventually he accepts his feelings and is happy he is finally true to himself.

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Bachelorettes:

Haley: bisexual but prefers men. She has had a thing for the shy girl in high school, but decided to bully her instead as it seemed easier for her than come clean to herself about her feelings for another woman, a woman that doesn’t play in her league popularity-wise specifically. The relationships she had with men were mostly superficial and loveless, but she took it as a necessary evil. That stops when she meets the farmer. If the farmer is female, she will finally open up about being bisexual, happy she isn’t in denial anymore and true to herself after years of self hatred regarding that part of herself. If the farmer is male, she will be more than happy to know that she isn’t broken and that her past lovers were just sacks of shit that didn’t care about her lol.

Emily: bisexual, thought she’s a lesbian. She has a thing for her friend Sandy, let’s be real here. Also dated Shane in college for at least a couple of weeks until they realised they don’t have a thing for each other and are better off being friends. Because of that, she thought she’s homosexual as she never had any romantic feelings for a man. That changes when she meets the farmer though. If male, she will discover her bisexuality and be excited to explore new sides of herself. If female, she will stay thinking she’s a lesbian and be happy with her cute wife.

Leah: bisexual and knows it. Leah is gay or straight depending on what gender the player is, but I think she’s just open to whatever, but would like to say she’s a lesbian tbh, but we know she’s not :( she’s an artsy person like Elliott, so it didn’t take her long to realise she likes people of the male and female sex. Definitely spent a lot of her teenhood drawing naked women in her sketchbook like all of us lmfao. Oh yeah, she prefers women in my books, your honour. At least feminine-presenting people.

Penny: bisexual, masks as straight but prefers women in secret. She thinks having homosexual thoughts is forbidden for a good girl like her to have, but she can’t stop pining for the female farmer once they enter her life. She keeps dropping hints about wishing to live on a farm like theirs, dreams about kissing their lips and whatnot but feeling guilty about it. With the male farmer, it’s different. She doesn’t feel as much shame, but it takes her longer to develop feelings for them.

Maru: bisexual but honestly? Probably demisexual, if not some other sort of asexual. She has no time for romance and doesn’t really think about it much. When she catches feelings for the farmer, it surprises her that she’s even capable of feeling those things for any person really. Her having homo-or heterosexual feelings for someone isn’t a concern to her at all, just the fact she lets herself get distracted with things like that is. Eventually she learns to go easy on herself and accept that she’s human with desires like everyone else.

Abigail: bisexual, has no preference but can’t deny she likes the idea of being visibly queer by having a partner of the same sex or someone androgynous-looking. Doesn’t have a lot of dating experience really, also not big on having crushes. She has a thing for Sebastian though, but its not that deep. The farmer changes everything. She will see them as a cool friend around her age at first, but will grow attached to them over the course of their friendship, especially with their shared love of adventure and falling out of place in this small town.

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Has it ever occurred to you that since Gwen hasn’t had a mother figure for the majority of her life and from the beginning of ATSV its kinda shown she’s been craving that type of guidance or even affection when she sees Jess for the first time, do you think that once the dust is settled between her and Miles and she finally gets to properly introduce herself to his parents, do you think that Rio can not replace Gwen’s mother but atleast fill in that gap in some way where she’s able to get some of the guidance she’s been looking for. Idk I just feel like the dynamic between the two could be interesting once they both get along with each other, hopefully this makes sense to answer.

Ohh this is interesting.

Now, hope you don't mind, but Gwen and Jess situation is something I wanted to talk about for a while, so, I will use your comment to talk about this.

I will do the Rio part too, but knowing myself, there is a chance that would end in a second post because I talk too much.

Let's go!

Now, do I think is this a joke? Yes, but I also think Gwen means it.

And look, this is not to say that you necessarily need to have two parents to raise a kid, I personally believe that one parent, if they provide the necessary attention and care to the child or children, could be an amazing parent and not let their kids feel like they are missing anything.

However, as discussed on this post, I mentioned why while George isn't a bad dad, sadly he is not the best parent for Gwen.

And here I also discussed why Gwen's mental health is a bit of a mess.

But to not sent people to do homework, let's give the cliff-notes version.

George is trying to be a good father, however between his job and his refusal to understand nuance, he has accidentally pushed Gwen away; even if maybe this could have been resolved if she talked to him in a normal situation, the fact that he did what he did in the beginning shows she was scared for a reason.

So that means Gwen has a gaping hole in what a role model and parent should be, since she needs more support. Of couse her Spidey identity is important to her (in fact she leans too much into it,) and having no one to help her on that complicated path doesn't make the situation any easier.

Enters Jessica Drew.

You know I found extremely telling that when Gwen sees Miguel, she is cracking jokes and not really taking his professionalism crap seriously; yet when Jess comes kicking ass with her motorcycle and she looks at her like she has seen the light.

Perhaps it had to do with her realizing this failed artist is more problematic than she expected, or the fact that Miguel was quickly disposed of by something she saw from a mile away; while Jess came putting the bad guy on a grinder and maneuvering a bike like nobody's business. Needless to say, Gwen is DEFINITELY impressed.

Once again, this plays almost like this is a dream come true for Gwen.

She hides it well for most of the movie as well as the previous one, but the reality is that underneath that cool exterior, this is a teenage mess with so much angst she is giving my teen self a run for their money.

Just like she craves companionship in the form of Miles as well as other spiders, she probably wants someone who can tell her everything is going to be okay or what they should do. Again, we may forget sometimes, especially with superhero movies where protagonists need to be competent despite their age most of the time; but Gwen is 16, 17 at the most; and has been handling this stress and turmoil for at least 3 years. That's a lot.

Top it with her dad not being able to emotionally support her, and the fact that she wants a mom becomes less a possible commentary about not nuclear families, and more of a likely possibility because the first 20 minutes of the movie gave us LOTS of material to show how mess up this is.

I think is a testament to the situation that she doesn't default to Peter B or Noir in the first movie, nor Miguel; she only seems to be interested in learning from someone when she sees Jess.

Is funny, but is also very painful to hear for me, as if you ask me she said it completely straight, and this just shows how much help she needs.

Granted Gwen said that accidentally and probably wouldn't have said it if thought about it first, but the fact that it slipped says a lot.

She desperately wants someone like Jess in her life, and to top it off, she probably wants that person as a maternal figure; probably someone to ask about techniques for defeating baddies and also who could talk about feelings without this person defaulting to work as a copy mechanism.

Feel free to call me crazy for getting so work up about a joke, but if I am honest other interactions really make me sell this idea for me.

Now let's talk Jess.

Literally what other reaction she was going to have.

We really never hear a definitive answer to the question, but I also think Jess didn't think too hard about it for a reason.

I am planning to go through some scenes of Gwen and Jess to dig deeper into their mentor/not-mom situation, but let's start with this.

Do I think Jess should have adopted Gwen? No, not at all.

Look I am a sucker for found family and adoption tropes, and I would had love nothing more than for Jess to give one dirty look at Gwen's dad, tell her she would be there for her, and take her away to a good home. That is not what happened, and I don't blame her.

She is on her way to having her own kid, she needs to be spider-woman and to top it all off, she seems to be kind of a second in command in a really big operation, where your boss is your friend who is also way too into his job and she probably is still there partially to make sure Miguel doesn't completely lose it. She has a lot on her plate as it is, adopting a traumatized teenager is a lot of work that shouldn't really be her job.

Do I think that means she has no responsibilities to Gwen? No, not really.

And this is largely why.

Okay, I will try to not go over every moment with them, as this is more about explaining their situation than a deep dive of every instance of their relationship, but this is a good kicker for the situation.

Jess immediately takes an interest in Gwen for the organization, now while I can understand that she based this purely on her abilities, I think a part of it was the comment Gwen made earlier. I think she sees in her someone who needs a steady hand and some support.

As a mentor.

This is going a bit ahead on the post, but let's establish that 1) This exists, and 2) Jessica got that idea EXTREMELY quick all things considered.

Here is where the responsibility part actually kicks in.

No, Jess doesn't have any responsibility to Mother Gwen in any way, regardless if Gwen needs one or not (she does,) but the moment she not only started to argue for her to have a spot in the organization, to take her in when the things in her universe technically imploded (which they are marginally responsible considering they came to clean this means and they only did it thanks to Gwen,) She implicitly accepted to look after her.

Okay here is where we need to talk a bit about tropes.

When you have protagonists that are teens or kids with powers, is inevitable that they will need to deal with dangerous stuff that no sane adult would let a real kid do, but is fiction so you kind of have to suck it.

This is a trope that I found kind of lazy even when I was part of the age demographic; which is why stuff like The Owl House with Eda was refreshing.

She was also a Mentor who was also not very responsible as a guardian, but she ended up growing into one, and even if she failed to protect her apprentice, she did try her damnest to do it.

Jess is not Eda, and she doesn't need to be, except that this story has proven to be aware that they are still teens.

Jess clearly recognizes this isn't fair for Gwen. We also see something like this in the first movie, with Peter B worried about Miles can or can't handle, while still letting them do stuff you wouldn't catch me letting my little sister get away with; they know that there are somethings someone at that age shouldn't just be handling on their own.

And Jess isn't exactly ice-cold about Gwen.

Jess took interest in Gwen's potential quickly, she looked after her, and quickly went to try to calm her down and support her during a very high tense and stressful moment. Even here is Gwen the one who ultimately moves away, not Jess, proving she could had try to stay close to ensure she was okay.

And this is something that shows that it kind of sticks.

While considerably harsher here than in her introduction scene, Jess is showing that despite her annoyance with Gwen, she still likes her. She never thought her relationship with Miles shouldn't be a reason not to have her on the team; she trusted a mission in the universe despite that, and also calls Gwen her star pupil, which I don't was sarcasm.

She also gives her an hour to fix this, which even if not much, is more than she could have given her.

I am not saying that Jess didn't look after Gwen, or didn't care about her beyond what she could do for the organization, however, it wasn't what Gwen needed.

Let's circle back to responsibility,

Jess is aware of what happened with her dad, she knows what Gwen lost, and she can probably imagine that a kid that lost her identity and her world like that on just one night can't be doing okay; yet nothing shows me she ever did anything about it.

Here is the thing, Jess doesn't need to be Gwen's mom, but she can't just insist to have her and be her mentor, and don't think about checking on her in something other than her kicking-ass abilities. Even if she doesn't want to deal with it, she should have either seen how to make her father see reason, or lock her in the room with the spider-man psych.

Considering how things go in this movie, neither thing happens.

And it feels more painfully obvious when you see how much Gwen tries to appeal to her emotionally.

In a vaccum, none of these are a big deal, but the more I think about it the more heartbreaking this is for me to watch.

This is why I find these to be such a big deal: Gwen doesn't like to do emotional shit.

I know, I probably repeated that more times than I can count; but let that sink in contrast to what's going on.

After Peter died, she decided to not have any friends because she couldn't deal with the grief, with Miles only getting past that rule because they are both spiders plus chemistry. And even then, when you see Miles asking if she is going to talk to her dad, she decided to crack a joke and brush the idea as swiftly as possible.

When her dad tells her about the break in the spider-woman case, she tries to brush it off with false enthusiasm at first, and then when she gives a more honest response is more out of bubbling annoyance that truly her trusting him with something.

She isn't baring her heart open in these moments though, let's not have it twisted; however, she is trying to use emotion as a way to appeal to Jess, which is not her first move with most people in general. Even when she is not actively giving her an in-depth explanation, in each of those moments she is giving the emotional context as to why this is so hard.

"You never got too close to someone?" -> "This person is important to me and this is hard for me, wasn't it for you?"

"But my gut says-" -> "I know this looks bad, and I can't explain how, but this isn't right, trust me."

"Tell him he is wrong!" -> I don't really need to explain this one, do it?

She continuously looks up to Jess to hear her out, and to understand what she is going through; she sees her and expects someone who can connect with her on that level and care about it.

But that's not what Jess does, because she is not her mom, she is her mentor.

For the most part, when Gwen tries to appeal to Jess emotionally speaking, Jessica shuts that idea down fast.

Now, I am going to preface this by clarifying that in real life, a mentor would probably check emotionally on the kid they are mentoring if only for the fact that when you are in charge of a kid, you should look after them. Fiction however is another ballpark, and technically speaking, a mentor shouldn't need to be doing something that is the job of the family.

A good mentor would probably understand their apprentice position and listen, since regardless of your years of experience, you can't just underestimate people or you will inevitably be surpassed. However, Jess isn't trying to be anything like that; she wants to teach Gwen her way, and her way says that emotions are kind of on the way. So regardless if it isn't what Gwen needs, she will insist on that.

I think there can be a way to accept emotions but also don't let them cloud your decisions, yet again, Jess is not interested in that, and I Gwen actually have normal, supportive parents (or even just one,) I wouldn't be so hung up about this. But she doesn't and Jess knows this.

Superhero or not, Gwen is just a teen, and shouldn't need to be living this, especially because I freaking doubt this is a canon event or something; with the resources they have, and the people they have on board, I can't believe there isn't a way they could have talk to Captain Stacy and made him see reason.

But they didn't, because they are more worried about spider-man duties than whatever is going on to the person under the mask, and for them, this is just what comes with the territory so you have the suck it up. Even if this is perfectly avoidable once you think of it.

That's something that I had been thinking about a lot while doing my post on the organization as well as the one with Gwen falling in Mumbatthan. The spiders are stronger together, and in general working as a team gives them not only better chances at saving people, but also helping with the stress they have and being there for each other. That isn't the goal of the organization though.

Miguel's mission is to preserve the canon and to put people from other dimensions back into their respective ones, anything else is probably secondary to him. Sure, if someone asks for help from another Spider I don't think he would stand in the way; except if it is a canon event, which in that case, he will probably say to people to suck it up.

The pain they have, the trauma they are suffering, while being together helps it was never the end goal to help with that, and there is no regard in avoiding said pain. This is a job first and foremost, which is the attitude Jess has.

Gwen is not her kid, or even a young student, she is a coworker; one that she needs to guide a bit, but her subordinate at the end of the day.

Sometimes the waters get muddier, on both sides if I am honest.

I will touch a bit on other scenes, but I wanted to bring up this one in particular because there is something that feels a bit more mother-daughter than it probably has any right to show.

Now I will be the first to admit this may be a me thing, I can be very formal in real life and that goes double with people who are older than me and in a position of power over me, the only exception to that rule is my current boss because he is the mythical creature of being a manager who remembers employees are people too.

Gwen is not like that, she jokes and doesn't give too much of a shit regardless if you are Miguel or a bad guy. However there is something in the way Gwen acts that feels she wouldn't be phrasing stuff like this if it was Miguel on the other side; again, back to her using emotion as a first resource rather than as a lashing effect of her anger.

Jess, while being kind of no-nonsense overall, is also not the most formal, because this is the spider society and Miguel had the bad luck to be the only straight-laced one while everybody else tries to be a comedian for the most part. But there is a way that she talks to Gwen that for me feels kind of like her not fully keeping this professional either.

I can't fully put it into words, so feel free to not make seriously on this one, but there is something about the way Jess is commenting on the situation that reminds me more of a mom than any of my bosses.

Then we have scenes like this.

I am sorry but this part really first like is a discussion between mother and daughter, even with contexts the way the scene delivers gives that energy.

This isn't exactly wrong by itself, nor is it truly that surprising. The boss I mentioned before had also mentioned off-topic that me and my other coworker (who is a couple of years older than me,) are almost like his kids, and we share an age range. However he doesn't try to parent us really, and even if some of the comments are very much 'now listen to me kids' he quickly remembers we are adults and would drop topics or decisions we made that I know wouldn't be his reaction has been one of the kids that are actually kids.

It probably has more to do with the way they talk and see people younger than them that any parental feelings, and none of this is really inappropriate.

Nonetheless, the fact that Gwen craves that motherly bond makes these interactions hurt all the more for me.

Gwen may not be under the illusion that Jess is her mom, but she's subconsciously looking up to her, and the fact that Jess acts like this, even if by accident, just feels into that mentality. The mentality Gwen has that maybe Jess will listen this time, that she will take into account her feelings and her opinion in her decisions; but she continues to not do that.

For the most part.

Is a bit hard to see with the resolution I have, but when Gwen is kicking and screaming while been taken by the machine, Jess's gaze goes in another direction.

I am sorry if this is feeling repetitive, I know this post is a long one (which is funny how this post created another 2 just so those topics wouldn't be here.)

What I am trying to say with all of this, is despite Jess' insistence this is just work, that Gwen is just her pupil and she can only do so much; Jess continues to have a soft stop for Gwen that let's her get away with things. Is kind of ironic how Miguel said Gwen was a liability for her feelings for Miles, yet couldn't even consider how feelings in general would get in the way, considering Jess assigned this mission to Gwen (which then she fumbled the bag and led to the Spot becoming an actual menace,) give her a second chance, and then apparently let her go.

(It is possible she is looking for where Gwen is going to tell Miguel, but I doubt it.)

I fully believe that by the third film, Jess will probably end up either switching sides or just letting Gwen do what she wants, and even if is the first scenario I think it would be via Gwen that happens.

But to wrap things up, if Captain Stacy is not enough as a parent for Gwen because he can't do that role properly, Jess isn't good enough as a parent for Gwen because she doesn't want that role, regardless of if she sometimes kind of acts like it.

I think their relationship is fascinating, and I would love to explore more of this connection in some way; if only because the complicated nature of it makes it all the more interesting for me, but in a nutshell, is this:

Jess: I wanted an apprentice, you wanted a mom. Gwen: Well I guess we are both disappointed.

(Sorry I couldn't help myself, OOF I wish I could draw well enough for this.)

Now, with my thoughts on Rio, I could probably put them on this post because is not that long, but it will probably feel off with all this commentary I had been making, so it would be in another one.

If you got this far, congrats on your patience, and thank you for reading!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Finally we’ve got the new beginnings! Just met and just married! So much potential ahead of them!

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️ (they be honeymooning! Bring on that newlywed bliss! I mean they’re basically always like that for each other but now they’ve got an excuse and by god are they gonna use it!)

📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖 (buck so would be a librarian in another live. Him being all nerdy and helpful and amazing with kids - especially christopher - watch out eddie! You’re gonna fall in love before you know it!)

I’m obsessed with your work and eternally grateful that you share it - but you already knew this :p hope you have fun writing these!

- PCA <3

Oh love this theme!!!!! You are so kind, PCA. I always look forward to your asks.

63 for ⚡️ (Yesssss more honeymoon phase!)

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Eddie finishes saying goodbye to Adriana and Ravi, says a final goodbye to Christopher, and then puts Buck out of his misery at last by joining him in the truck. 

“We are four minutes behind schedule,” Buck chides as Eddie buckles his seatbelt. 

“Tragic,” Eddie smirks. 

“It will be when we don’t stop for coffee,” Buck warns.

Starting off their honeymoon with a very serious threat. Interesting tactic. Height of romance, really.

“Buck,” Eddie complains. “It’s only an hour and twenty minutes of driving. Surely we can spare a coffee run.”

Buck smirks. “Fine. But I’ll find a way to get my four minutes back at some point.”

Oh, Eddie is sure. He knows who he married.

“Just don’t take it out on the coffee.”

🗲🗲🗲

The rental in San Clemente is literally perfect. 

They’d discussed going further away. Mexico, maybe. But between the wedding, the house, and planning for another kid, they decided not to spend more than necessary. Plus, they already live in one of the most beautiful places in the world. They didn’t need to go very far. 

The moment they walk into the little condo, Buck knows they made the right choice. It’s a tidy one bedroom with a full kitchen, a king sized bed, a big shower, a private ocean-view balcony, and a walk down to the beach. 

“This is incredible,” Eddie grins, walking out onto the balcony. 

“We are going to enjoy this balcony,” Buck agrees. 

Eddie shoots him a look. “Buck…”

“Honeymoon rules apply here, Eddie,” Buck tells him.

“Honeymoon rules?” Eddie asks skeptically. “What are those?”

“Making them up as I go along,” Buck informs him.

Eddie rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. 

Yeah. They’re definitely going to enjoy the balcony. 

☆☆☆

Neither of them has had a honeymoon before. Neither of them is particularly accustomed to vacations, either. Though, perhaps Buck has some of the old Peruvian resort lifestyle living in him somewhere. Needless to say, it takes them both a minute to figure out what to do with literally nothing they need to do. Buck unpacks the groceries. Eddie searches the cupboards for glassware and pours them wine in nice, big blue-tinted glasses. They manage to relax on the balcony for, like, an hour, before they both get a bit twitchy.

“We aren’t sit and stare at the sea people, are we?” Eddie asks.  

“No, I don’t think we are.” Buck agrees. 

“What do honeymoon rules say about swimming while slightly intoxicated?” Eddie posits. 

A little ill-advised. But it’s not like they’re shit faced. And, well, Eddie doesn’t have a lot of ill-advised fun stories. 

“Oh, let me review with the board,” Buck teases. “Hmm. Apparently it’s fine if we conveniently forget we’re first responders.”

“And parents?” Eddie suggests.

“Oh, yeah. Good call.”

“Then maybe we can have some fun?” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows.

“I like the sound of that.”

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51 for 📖 (YEAH EDDIE WILL):

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No one is home. 

As he drives away, he just hopes the gesture will be appreciated and not seen as totally creepy. 

viii. 

It’s a long time before Buck hears back about the gift. Which is good in that, he doesn’t get in trouble for abusing the library cardholder database. He spends two weeks nervous he’s going to hear about that every shift.

When he does hear back about it, it’s the fall. School starts up again, and Christopher is enrolled in the aftercare programs. Buck is relieved when he sees his name on the lists.  Like it’s a sign that perhaps things are okay.

He sees Christopher again before he sees Eddie. Right away during the first week of school. 

“Chris!” Buck exclaims happily when he sees him come through the library doors. “How are you, pal? It’s been a while.”

“I’m good,” Christopher answers happily. Then, he walks over, and gives Buck a quick hug. “Thank you for my books, Buck. They made me smile.”

Buck ends the hug quickly. It’s kind of a discouraged behavior. Though a gray area when the kid initiates. But he’s touched. Happy the gift had an impact, and that Chris remembers. Even after a few months. 

“You’re welcome,” Buck replies. “I’m really glad to see you back, kiddo.”

Chris smiles. “Thanks, Buck.”

It’s a few more days until he sees Eddie. When he does, he’s sort of concerned. It’s not exactly the Eddie he remembers. His hair is shorn. His eyes are tired. There’s a strange pattern of bruises on his forearms. He looks rough. If they were actually friends, Buck would ask him about it. But all he can do is quietly observe.

“It’s good to see you again,” Buck smiles as Eddie approaches the front desk before picking Chris up. “We missed Chris around here.”

Eddie nods. “I, uh… I wanted to thank you. Your gift was really appreciated. Sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.”

“Hey, that’s not why I sent it. Just wanted you both to know… Well, that I’m really sorry.”

“Thank you,” Eddie says. “That’s kind.”

There’s a hollowness in his voice. Like he’s accepted a lot of condolences lately. 

[shallowbreaths]

This is Mary Vincent, she is the biggest badass alive! At 15 she was attacked, brutal raped, hit in the head with a hammer, she had her arms hacked off with a hatchet, and was then thrown off a cliff by the side of the freeway to die. Her survival story is the shit! She says she heard a voice telling her to keep moving or else others would die, so without arms she managed to pack mud into the wounds so she wouldn’t bleed to death, and then she proceeded to scale the cliff with no arms!! She was completely naked, she had severe head trauma, no arms, and they say she had lost 50% of the blood in her body. After scaling the cliff (which she says took her most of a day), she then walked 3 miles before seeing a car with two men that slowed down, but after getting a good look at her they sped off. To which this badass woman said, “I looked terrifying, I don’t hold it against them at all.” Needless to say, she survived. Before allowing herself to even pass out though, she demanded a sketch artist and provided such detail that the monster’s friend saw it on the news and immediately knew it was him and turned him in. Then she testified against the man, and he somehow managed to whisper to her, “if it takes me the rest of my life I’m going to finish what I started.” Oh yeah, btw, it was HIM that released that detail!

Her family could only talk about how it effected them, it was as if they didn’t realize that it was effecting her too. So she was homeless for a while and she obviously had trouble making and maintaining any meaningful relationships. Her attacker got charged with a long list of crimes and got the maximum sentence at the time…. 14 years! He was released for good behavior after 8!!!!

He then tried to sue her after his release, (as one does after brutally raping someone and then cutting their arms off), but the court threw it out. He then moved to Florida where he was an “upstanding member of the community, and great neighbor.” His neighbors said things like, “of course we didn’t like what he’d done, but life goes on.” Yuck! I know this is shocking, but the asshole killed again and a witness saw it. The police arrived at his house and he was covered in blood still. He tried telling some BS story. The woman he killed (a mother of 3) wasn’t highly thought of because she was a sex worker, that’s one reason why they are so often killed, it’s easier to get away with. SOOOO, Florida asked Mary if she’d face the monster again in order to testify to the man’s nature. This badass said, “Hell yes” and flew down. I really hope she whispered to him, “I’m here to finish what I started.” He was convicted again and put on death row. Unfortunately, God got him with cancer before Florida got to finish his story.

This isn’t about him though, he was a disgusting creep that doesn’t deserve a name. This is about Mary fucking Vincent, the biggest badass of all time. Because of this story, there are now laws instituting mandatory life sentences for certain violent crimes. This is about a woman who uses her experience to help teenagers who are sexually assaulted, even though she STILL suffers from such terrible nightmares that she has woken up trying to escape with such violence that she has literally broken bones doing it several times. This is about the woman who went on to have two sons who she says gave a clear and definite reason to keep going. This is about a girl who at 15 says she couldn’t draw a straight line but grew up to be an artist with no arms, who fashions her own custom prosthetics in order to do the things she wants to do.

I’ve never met this woman, but she is one of my heroes! She is magnificent. Fuck that loser who wound up rotting in a cell alone, it could have been a car crash or a tree falling that caused that damage, he is a gross and barely necessary tool that lead to forging something truly amazing. What she has done, overcome, and made from the pieces is so fucking incredible that she should inspire us all. She was NOT disposable, but how easily she could have been. All she had to do was close her eyes at the bottom of that cliff and go to sleep. I’ll bet she could have quit on herself a million times over the years since 1978, but Mary Vincent doesn’t quit. She took the unimaginable and turned it into art. She IS art!

In Mary’s own words, “This is the third phase of my life since that awful day. I went from victim, to survivor, to artist.” Hell yeah you did Mary!

[momojedi]

Imagine: You're Count Dooku’s apprentice and Uncle General Grievous has to watch over you

Type: Headcanons; GN! Reader (platonic) Character(s): General Grievous, Count Dooku (mentioned) Notes: I love Grievous so much and since in my opinion, he doesn't get enough love as a character, I decided to write something for him ! The reader is referenced to be younger than any of Dooku's usual apprentices but whether they're a child or not is really up to you.

Let’s be clear: Grievous is not a good babysitter. In fact, he’s so bad at it that, instead of watching over you, he will send a batch of battle droids to take care of you.

The second he sees you after Count Dooku approached him, he’s already mentally retreating. Grievous is a general, a separatist myth that leaves Jedi alike fearing him, someone who’s destroyed the lives of legends. In what world would someone like him waste his time babysitting some lousy Sith padawan?

Needless to say he’ll be biting back the urge to insult and offend his superior for merely suggesting this kind of job and accepted it, leaving you to trail behind him as you and your master go separate ways.

But don’t get any ideas! Just because Grievous sweetly nods and agrees to anything Dooku says, doesn’t mean he’ll treat you with the same respect. You are below him, a mere apprentice. You are at the absolute bottom of the food chain in his eyes and that's exactly how he’ll treat you.

Well, he will at first.

The first few weeks, he won’t give a flying kriff about you. Instead, he'll send some battle droids your way to keep you occupied while he takes care of his war duties, such as bitching and moaning about General Kenobi.

It is only when he sees you fight for the first time that he's a bit taken back. You're by far one of, if not the, youngest apprentice he's ever seen trailing behind Dooku. Naturally, he was already mocking you internally, after all you were nothing but a meek, feeble leech in his very eyes.

Or that's what he expected, at least.

But when he sees you standing your ground when you engage with some troopers as things once again get a bit heated with the GAR, he has to admit he's quite impressed. He intently watches you, your timed moves and has to admit to himself; you do know what you're doing.

So, once the fight is over, he decides to keep you around until further notice, taking in the position of second-in-command until Dooku calls you back.

However, despite your new role, he's still distant and his usual grouchy self. He doesn't talk to you unless it's a briefing or necessary information for an upcoming battle/mission. Still, he starts to notice that he can't help but enjoy your presence.

He starts to care about you, your health, your well-being even.

You got injured on your last mission? Grievous is going to tear apart whoever is responsible for that.

You are stranded on some inhabited planet? Not to worry, Grievous will personally locate and gather you this instant.

Some pirates kidnapped you to get a ransom out of the separatists? Hondo. Grievous will set aside all his duties, track down where they're hiding you and blow that place into pieces once he's made sure you're safe and sound.

Once your time on his ship has come to an end and you're off to learning at your master's sides again, he's definitely going to miss having you around though he'd never admit that.

"Looks like the general's missing someo-" That battle droid was turned into scraps before it could even think of finishing that sentence.

With the Seperatists' leaders having somewhat developed a soft spot for you in general, even Dooku can't help but notice your slight sorrow as you're taken away from Grievous' base.

And so, whenever there's a chance for you to see your favourite General again, he won't think twice about taking you along so you have a chance of seeing him again.

And despite his cold and wicked exterior, there's still a glint of joy in his eyes when he catches sight of you.

[yerrenica]

Jaha Lee x Reader: Remarks

Summary (not really): "♿" it’s a surprise tool that'll help ya’ll later

Pairing: Jaha Lee/Yi Zaha x female reader

Genre: porn with some plot...

WC: 3k

Rating: 18+, but literally no one cares, so just read it with your lips sealed.

Jaha Lee had always been a busy man. Whether it was because he had to deal with some nobodies that dared to face him, or it was because he had to manage the Low Down, and its people. Needless to say, he was someone who both had too much time on his hands, and none at all. There was always a scheme, a plan, an idea in his mind. He was always out, and about, dealing with one thing or the other. So much so, that he almost never had the time for you. It wasn’t much of a problem at first, since you understand that he is someone that is necessary for the world of Martial Arts. He had his own ambitions, and you were supportive of them, but sometimes... It got lonely. And sometimes, some remarks would slip past your lips without you even noticing.

This time it was: I might as well just go out with someone who does have free time.

It was supposed to be just a simple remark that would tick him off, and perhaps, you know, have him pay attention to something other than cultivating, and it most definitely was not meant to have you standing in front of a mirror, with Jaha right behind you with his arms around your waist. You were not supposed to be getting undressed right now!

“Is bothering me entertaining to you?” He spoke in a hushed tone as he carefully traced his hand from your waist up to your chest, sliding it into your hanfu, and touching your breast.

Your breath hitched in your throat. “I was bothering you? Didn’t realize.”

Jaha clicked his tongue. “How boldly you lie.” He was looking at you through the mirror, right into your eyes. But soon enough, he closed them, leaning down to your neck, which was now slightly exposed. He took his time with it, leaving gentle kisses, then harsher ones, but keeping a hand on your jaw in order to ensure that you would see everything in the mirror. The big mirror, at that; not full-body, but above the middle area of your thighs. It was enough to have you embarrassed as you saw yourself grow red in the face. See how the whimpers, whines, if Jaha bit down, escaped your mouth.

Even now, Jaha was teasing you. Always such a prick, that man. But you supposed you couldn’t blame him. He was always the victim of your jokes, it was only fitting for him to take revenge on you.

But soon enough, his observant self picked up on your annoyance, quickly using his free hand to play with your nipple.

“Be patient, and watch. You wanted me to pay attention to you, right? So here I am, thoroughly paying attention to every part of you.” He opened his eyes to look at your flushed expression in the mirror.

“My eyes, my hands,” He emphasized with a twist to your nipple, causing you to let out a moan. “Even my mouth, are all paying attention to you.” Jaha finished his sentence with a harsh suck to a sensitive spot on your neck, drawing out more lewd sounds from you.

“Surely, that's enough for you, isn't it?”

You both knew it wasn’t.

Your breath quickened. “Jaha, please.. D-Don't do this, I’m sorry for teasing you... So please... y-you can touch me, anywhere... Not just here, please..!” Little whines of begging escaped your throat as you touched his hand, which was still on your chest.

You were humiliated by the fact that this was all it took to get you so worked up. But it was Jaha. Inexperienced, but observant. As uncertain as Jaha was, he was listening, watching, paying attention to every reaction your body had in order to learn what you liked. What spots made you shudder, where to kiss and where to bite, when to twist, pull, rub, or flick. And he has spent enough time with you to memorize them all.

“Jaha? Since when did you have permission to call me so casually? Aren’t I your Master?” Upon finishing his sentence, he once more twisted your nipple, this time harder than the previous time. His grip on your jaw also tightened, making sure you did not look away.

This man was so difficult, every single time. Usually he didn’t mind your casual tone with him, but at times like these he always felt the need to have complete control over you. Childish to the bone.

“Jaha, please— must I?”

“Sorry, didn’t hear you.” He said as he bit into your neck, making you slightly wince.

“Ja—”

Not removing his teeth from your neck yet, he bit harder, making you let out a hiss as you furrowed your brows. “Agh— M-M... Master Jaha, please...” Your voice got quieter the longer you spoke. You felt your cheeks burning from the embarrassment, and seeing yourself in the mirror only made the shame worse.

You felt him remove his teeth from your neck, and smirk, before looking back into the mirror, right into your eyes. “Good job. Now tell me... Where do you want me to touch you, [Y/N]? Of all the places on your body, which one should I pay the most attention to?”

Jaha released the hand from your nipple, allowing it to be moved lower, and lower, until you gasped while making small thrusts into his hand.

“Here?”

“Please, y-yes, yes, please, h-here, right here.” His hand was gently placed between your legs, rubbing you through the cloth of your attire.

Jaha smiled. “Bend over, [Y/N].”

You were, of course, quick to do as he instructed, and bent over, supporting yourself on the wooden counter.

Jaha let go of you as he watched you intently. Then, in a slow, teasing pace, he took off his pants. With this, he took his time too, just to put your impatient self to the test even more than he already has. He then moved to your hanfu, carefully loosening it, and lifting the skirt up.

Now, with both of you half-undressed, he could go further. He'd start easy though. He enjoyed the chase.

A hand back on your jaw, as Jaha’s other hand slid its fingers into your mouth, quietly telling you to suck and finding amusement in the shiver you gave as a reaction.

“Do you see yourself, [Y/N]? The way you look while doing something so perverse? I'm sure you can imagine what you'd look like with something else in your mouth, can't you? I'll bet that that's what you think when you suck on my fingers.”

You could only whine in response as the urge to be touched grew stronger.

“Well? Is it? Don’t act like you can't speak just because your mouth is full.”

You replied with a muffled 'mhmm' and a slight nod.

“I thought so. Such a good girl, aren't you?” He spoke quietly.

Just hearing that was enough to make you whine louder, to make you squirm and whine once more as Jaha took his hand off of your jaw to hold you in place.

“Don’t make me take it back. Just look at me and relax for a moment.”

As the three fingers left your mouth, Jaha’s took over, keeping you occupied as he gently rubbed your labia, sending shivers down your spine. Then he moved his finger in circles around your clitoris, having you moaning out his name in no time. Before long, a finger slowly worked its way into your vagina. All of the noises produced by you were let out right at Jaha, a perfect way to tell him how it made you feel, when to pause and wait for you to relax, and when to insert another. With two fingers slowly stretching you out, you leaned more into Jaha, becoming more and more dependent on him to keep yourself up. You... well, you hadn't done this with someone that wasn't yourself, and even then, you never really went further than two fingers, as badly as you wanted to.

So when Jaha put in a third, quickly, stretching and searching and oh, fuck, there it is..

“Fuck, f-fuck, fuck—! J-Jaha, p-please, I-I need it now, I can’t take it, come on..nnggh..! Please, put it in, Gods, just p-put it in...!”

You continued to spill more and more of your erotic pleads, especially as Jaha showed no mercy with how much he was stimulating such a sensitive spot. However, he suddenly stopped. At this, you let out a long whimper.

“Good grief, you ought to keep your mind straight. Calling me Jaha again? Really? Do you want me to stop?”

“N-No, nono... I’m sorry... Master... Please, please.” You whined out as small tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. You looked at him through the mirror, and his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat at the sight of your dishevelled appearance. He bit his lower lip before cursing silently under his breath.

Jaha could only ignore his own urges for so long. Swiftly did his fingers leave you. He quickly leaned you forward, even closer to that mirror, and used his right hand to tightly keep both of your hands behind your back. His left was still on your face, preventing you from looking away.

And before you could question it, you moaned disgustingly at the feeling of him sliding in. So, so, slowly, a mixture of teasing you and being gentle, and it brought all sorts of whimpers from your lips.

It felt like a never-ending rush, like there's always more to fit, more cock ready to fill you up. And the worst part is... you can see it all. You can see the drool run down your chin as you felt more and more full, and barely noticed the twitch of your vagina when Jaha’s finally in, letting out a shaky sigh by your ear.

You whined, desperately, loudly, unable to squirm in order to calm the embarrassment rushing through you at that moment. All the feelings bubble up and come out as noise after noise, moan after moan.

You want to touch yourself, you want to feel yourself, but your hands are restrained too tightly for you to move them. Nonetheless, you could not focus on that want for too long. Jaha wasn't slow when fucking you after all, and you weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

Jaha Lee.

He watched as it all happened in front of him. Watched as you moaned loudly, like the whore that you are, groaning and whimpering at the soft praise muttered in your ear. Jaha’s grip on your hands tightened, using it to pull you back harder, faster, as if he couldn't get enough of you. As if, despite being as deep as he could be in you, he still needed more.

Maybe, just maybe, he could get you to make even dirtier sounds, with just the right angle, he could–

"M-Master! O-Ooh, fuck, fuck, y-yes, r-right there, right…hhg..ohh..mnnn..! Th-There…there, the..nng… Ja... Ha..!”

Oh, Gods, this woman would be the death of him.

As your speech deteriorated, devolving into nothing but the sounds of a slut, you trembled more and more, struggling to keep yourself up with the pleasure filling your body. Jaha praised and degraded you in the same breath, pressing filthy kisses right behind your ear, down your neck, and anywhere he pleased. In-between kisses were his own sounds of pleasure, albeit nowhere near as loud as yours. Honestly, it would not have surprised you if someone had already heard the two of you.

Louder, and louder, as you made pitiful attempts to warn Jaha about how close you were to cumming all over yourself, Jaha gave one command as his hand left your chin.

“If you look away from that mirror…I'll stop.. G-Got it..?”  

His own attempts at keeping some sort of composure were laughable, but the breathy voice in your ear made you shiver once more as you nodded.

If only you knew why Jaha moved his hand.

It hit you like a train; just as your eager cunt was rubbed by Jaha, timed almost perfectly with those thrusts that won't stop hitting that spot, and fuck, you can see all of it, you can feel all of it, you’re—

Just like that, and you let out the most unrestrained, intemperate moan of your life; loud enough to be heard from who knows where. You stared at your lascivious face in the mirror, with your legs trembling as Jaha kept going.

It's too much, it's far too much, you honestly feel like you’ll die if Jaha doesn't stop soon, but Gods it gets worse. His hand presses down on you harder, and you nearly lunge forward at the sudden feeling, followed by a sharp gasp as you feel Jaha’s cum fill you up.

You two are still, unmoving as you remain panting. Jaha’s hand pulled you closer by the waist as he brushed the stray hair away from your face with his other hand.

Jaha looked you in the eyes. “Take it all off.”

“Wh-What?” You asked, confused and still in a daze.

“Your clothes. Take them all off.”

You slowly turned around to look at him, finally talking to him face-to-face, abeit you could hardly call it talking. You were far too out of it to talk normally. “What for?”

Jaha narrowed his eyes down at you, and placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently. He then smirked, and oh God, that smirk sent a chill down your spine. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He tugged at your attire, clearly showing his impatience.

You sigh, still trying to regain control over your breathing. “Let me have some water first at least...”

“We could go to the sink, and you could drink the water from there while I fuck you from behind.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

You scoffed. “Only you would ask me to act like a dog.”

“Don’t you already?”

Your eyes widened as a pale pink coated your cheeks. “You shuck piece of—“

Jaha only laughed at your reaction, bringing your face closer to his and kissing you. He wasn’t huge on kissing, so whenever he did kiss you, you took it graciously. You kissed back instantly, you even wanted to bruise him so he’d never forget about you.

Between the endless onslaught of kisses, he whispered. “Take it off.”

You obliged, albeit not without letting out a few grunts of frustation. It was as if he enjoyed watching your annoyed expression.

Once you were undressed, he sent a smile your way, before taking your hand into his and leading you to the bed. He sat down, and then pulled you by the hand so you’d sit on his lap, facing him this time.

Your head flopped forwards into Jaha’s chest. This position was more cozy, and you could feel his body heat. You were in comfortable silence for a while before you spoke up.

“Master Jaha… stop messing with me…”

Your hand found Jaha’s cock and lazily stroked him, making the man tilt his head back with an irresistibly sweet moan. You whispered into his ear. “Make me come again, please… ”

“Then show me.” He demanded, “Show me how much you need it, how much you want it.”

Jaha always enjoyed having you beg for him. Too much, some would say... You, you are the some that would say. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip in frustraion. Jaha was being too cruel teasing and playing with you like this. You bit down on Jaha’s neck, his collarbone and earlobe. His gaze is heavy as he looks at your blissful expression, all fucked out and needy, aching for him.

“Let me see you cry from how much you want my cock… let me see you beg for it. Maybe then I’ll give you what you need.” He spoke quietly. He knew all the ways to get you over the edge.

He wanted you to ache for him, for you to become addicted to his cock.

Your whole body shivered, and you tried to fuck yourself down on Jaha, but the mad demon wasn’t moving and kept you still.

“Master please, fuck me... Are you really going to make me beg for your attention again? How many times must I tell you that I need you? That I need you inside me, deep within me, so deep that I can see you poking out from my stomach... Please. I love you, I love you so much… I need you. Please.”

You felt Jaha grow harder, bigger inside of you. You smirked. Using the ‘I love you’ card always worked.

“You’re too greedy.” Jaha whispered.

“It’s all your fault. You wanted this.”

You felt proud, for once. But then Jaha took away all those thoughts just as fast as he made them. ”Hmm, you take my cock so well. I suppose you deserve to be rewarded for how good you’ve been.”

You nodded frantically, eyes glistening. “Yes yes, please I’ve been good, please-nnnhh!”

As you were right on his lap, it was easy to let you bounce on his cock. In this position, gravity did most of the work, and Jaha was able to hit so deep inside you, even deeper than before. One particular hard thrust had you seizing up, your vagina clenching and twitching tightly around Jaha’s length.

“Yessss yesyes yes oh fuck-!” You moaned, hands clawing at Jaha’s back to find any sort of perch. You were absolutely gone, lost in the pleasure, it was so intense, it was too much- no, it was perfect.

Everything was perfect when you were in his arms. You hugged Jaha’s head into you chest, and felt him trail kisses down your sternum area. Jaha dug his nails into your hips, helping you bounce all the better. He looked up. He could see that you were, once again, in a daze, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Although the pleasure was just as prominent for him, only your declaration of love was swirling through his mind.

He pulled you into another kiss, whispering. “I love you too.”

[elisysd]

23. Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get too close

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After the proposal, they all gathered in a pizzeria that Charles had fully booked and privatized for the occasion. Everyone was invited, from Charles' loved ones to friends and drivers. Needless to say that the restaurant was crowded. The music was loud but not as loud as the laughter. Champagne was circulating for all the guests but for the drivers that had to be completely focused for the free practices. But still,it didn’t prevent them from having fun. Romy had forced Kyle into dancing with her in the middle of the room. He was spinning her around until she had no balance anymore and he pulled her against his chest, slowly swinging to the rhythm of the music. Julia was laughing with Louis to something their uncle Arthur had just said. Lyanna and Charles were both in an animated conversation with Elijah and Martin. Ludwig was moving his arms in stupid circles as he was talking to Percy, Leo and Lucas , probably explaining something related to racing as the other boys were all involved in different motorsport categories. As for Ethan, he was alone, in corner observing all the people he got to know for years, enjoying themselves while he was sipping on his orange juice, feeling like an underage kid.

He never thought proposals would made him so emotional, but truth was it did. Charles was like a father-figure for him, in a different way his dad was. Always there to support him and cheer him up after a bad race. Always a nice word for him. And Ethan had an immense respect for the Ferrari Team Principal. His eyes fell on his mom and dad, quietly enjoying some peace and quiet with Lando and Lily. His dad had his arms around his mom’s shoulders and she was comfortably resting her head against his chest. An intrusive thought popped in his mind as he wondered if Julia and himself would look as cute as them. Thinking of her, he found her in the crowd, she was not talking to Louis anymore who was still with his uncle but in the meanwhile had been joined by Percy. She was talking to Martin, a drink in her hand that definitely didn’t look like the kid’s drink Ethan was on. It was so loud that he had to lean in so she could hear him and he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy on his heart.

He didn’t notice straight away the heels clicking next to him and the tanned hand in his field of vision.

“Verstappen.” Daphne said in an annoyed voice after ordering another drink.

“Daphne. Long time no see.”

“I would have rather kept it this way, believe me.”

She played with her earring while contemplating her drink before she looked up and followed Ethan’s gaze.

“She is my friend. Julia. She once looked out for me, it’s my time now.”

Ethan sighed. He wasn’t expecting Daphne to show up. To be perfectly honest, he had kind of forgotten about her. Sure, he had very vague memories about her and the holidays in Greece but that was about it. He never thought she would still hold a grudge after what he had done a few years ago. He was young and stupid, she couldn’t hold it against him.

“I don’t want her to go through what you’ve put me through.”

“Come on Daph’, we were kids. Water under the bridge, no?” he sighed.

“I don’t want her to feel used. And I know boys like you. All you do is lie, and cheat and use girls for your image and reputation. And it’s not fair.”

“Don’t you think that maybe, just maybe, I care about Julia? That I’m not the boy I was almost ten years ago?”

“Guys like you don’t change. And sooner or later she will see it, I’ll make sure of it. ” she said, obstinately.

She was starting to get on his nerves. Firstly Martin and his proximity to Julia, now Daphne and her judgemental comments. He put his drink back on the counter with more strength than necessary and looked at her deeply in the eyes.

“Listen to me, and listen to me carefully, Daphne. I don’t care about what you think of me or of my relationship with Julia. You can hate me all you want, I don’t give a fuck. But one thing I won’t tolerate is you poisoning Julia’s mind in hopes to tarnish my image. You don’t want me as your enemy, Daph. So let us be. I make Julia happy, that’s all you should care about.”

“Do you? Because, it’s not you she is laughing with or seems close to.”

With one last glare, she left him alone, going back to the party. Still, her words stuck in the back of his mind, carrying more truth than he wanted to admit. Had he really change? After all he was using Julia for his image, having this committed image was reassuring to the sponsors that were now more willing to invest in the team knowing their names wouldn’t be associated to scandals. He just didn’t think feelings would get thrown into the mix and that his heart would start to beat faster when she was around. But he couldn’t forget how he tricked her into starting this with him, how he almost blackmailed her. It didn’t make him a better man, no matter how hard he was trying to convince himself he was one.

His gaze lingered on her and Martin. They looked close, that was true. She looked happy, carefree, her hand on his shoulder as he was showing her something. She looked beautiful, ethereal. Her red dress hugging her in all the right places, her red lips so tempting, her hair falling in waves on her back. And Martin that always had this soft look on his face when she was around, the glimpse of playfulness in his eyes, the way his body always leaned to her when she was near. They would make a pretty couple, he could make her happy. And that was killing him inside.

Julia was indeed truly happy. Everything had worked out the way she hoped it would, her dad and mom looked even more in love than before and she never thought it would ever be possible, everyone was having fun and she could finally relax and enjoy herself. She had drunk a bit too much wine to be slightly lightheaded. She was going from guests to guests, exchanging a few words and thanks for coming, before sitting down in a calmer area. She removed her heels and closed her eyes for a brief moment before feeling movement next to her and noticed Martin.

“That’s an amazing party.” he said, smiling at her.

“You can’t have an amazing party without amazing people.” she shrugged.

“You all seem so close, like a big family. I wish I could have that, one day.”

“You are family. You are part of Ferrari and my dad considers everyone working there as an extension of his family, so… you’ll always have your place around the table.”

He looked at her and she swore she could see his emotions in his eyes, as if he wasn’t expecting her to say something like that.

“It means a lot, Julia.”

“It’s not because I don’t reciprocate your feelings that we can’t be friends and… I’m not sure I’m supposed to say anything but we are going to see each other a lot in the next few weeks and I don’t want things to be weird between us. I like you, Martin.”

“Can I have a hug or is it off limits?”

She didn’t let him answer as she put her head on his shoulders as he got closer. They spent a good amount of time talking and laughing and Julia had to admit, she missed this close proximity. She missed his friendship and she hoped that no matter what, Martin would be able to set his feelings for her aside, for the sake of her mind.

She forgot how easy it was to talk to him, how good it felt, how natural and she was even more happy when Louis and Percy came to them, Percy saying how Martin was his favourite driver and how he hoped that next year he would have a real chance to fight for the championship. As for Louis, he wasn’t talking much but observed Martin before taking place, next to his sister and whispering to her hear how Martin had the same look that her dad when he was looking at her which made Julia feel guilty.

The two teenagers talked a bit with Martin, asking him questions after questions which he was happy to answer, no matter how silly they might sound. Julia found it cute the way he was acting with them and how he answered seriously despite the obvious will of the kids to embarrass him .

“You are a natural with kids.” she said.

“I love them. Your brother is something. He is cute. He seems shy, though.”

“His social skills are not as on point as ours. That’s it.” she answered, a bit defensive as it was always the case when someone was mentioning her brother.

“I’m not saying it as a bad thing. My sister is a bit of a loner as well. Louis reminds me of her. I have pics of her, do you want to see?”

She nodded and he took his phone out of his pocket and proceeded to show her every single picture he had of him and his family, not forgetting to tell her the story behind each of them, until one made her pause. It was still Martin and Georgia, on a boat during what seemed to be a very hot day but they were not alone. A pretty brunette was leaning on him. They seemed close, intimate, even.

“Who is that girl?” it was none of her business, she knew that but still. She wanted to know.

Martin didn’t say anything and looked at the picture, his thumb slightly sliding on it.

“Cecile.” he answered, with a stern voice.

“Ex-girlfriend?” she assumed so if she was referring to the way he had replied to her.

“We can say that like that, yeah.”

She didn’t ask anything else. He didn’t seem to want to talk about it and she didn’t want to force him. She excused herself, saying that she needed to mingle with other guest and went to the bar to order another drink. Ethan was there, brooding, something that was quite usual these past few days.

“Having fun?” he asked and she could feel how he wanted to rile her up. He had seen her with Martin, she was sure of it, but knowing that it pissed him off flattered her.

“A lot. Not you?”

“I do. A lot.” he nodded his head towards his drink and Julia couldn’t help but laugh.

“Stand on the podium this weekend and you will have the right to drink something stronger.” she nudged him in the shoulder and as she was about to leave, he took her hand and pulled her against him.

“Don’t go back to him.” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver.

“I wasn’t about to.”

“Perfect.”

He released his grip on her and let her out of his sight.

She felt hot, so hot. She didn’t know if it was because, she felt so happy, because of the alcohol or because of Ethan or maybe it was all of that, but she needed some air or at least to be alone, just the time for her to get a grip. She avoided Romy that wanted to pull her in the middle of the room for a dance and her mom that wanted to thank her again, and headed for the bathroom. She splashed her face with cold water and took a deep breath to calm her down. When she felt better she left and was about to go back to the party when she felt two hands gripping her waist and pulled her against the wall. She was about to scream when she recognised two ice blue orbs and suddenly she forgot why she even had to go to the bathroom in the first place.

“Do you know how crazy you drive me? Totally insane?” Ethan whispered in her ear, pressing her even harder against the wall. He didn’t want her to go back there and to mingle with other people. He wanted to stay there with her, his body against hers, away from everyone and everything.

“The good kind of crazy, I hope.” she laughed in his ear. She was slightly drunk and seemed to have let go of all her inhibitions. It was risky, Ethan knew it. The last time she had been in this state, in his arms, she had confessed her deepest fears and secrets to him.

He felt her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. He slightly avoided her face, resting his face in the crook of her neck, his breathing shallow. He could feel her nails slightly scratching the back of his neck as she was playing with his necklace. Her hands were so cold. Why were they so cold? It was making him shiver.  He wanted nothing else but to take them and put them under his shirt, where his heart was beating fast, to warm them. He could feel her breath in his ear and her red lips brushing against it. It was too much, way too much. He should back off now. But he found it so hard to do so. Everything in him was screaming to stay, to taste her, just once. He put both of his elbows against the wall in a desperate attempt to stabilize himself without caring that he was crushing her body between his and the wall until she let out a small gasp as he felt her breasts against his chest. The sound sent a wave of warmth mixed with pent up desire down south without him being able to do anything about it. He should feel ashamed but he was not. He was past that. He didn’t care anymore.

She had consumed his thoughts tonight. Her and her red dress and red lips and long wavy brown hair and blue-green eyes. Her and her laughs and her voice and her smiles and everything in between. It was her. Her, her, her. And if she had been sober he would have taken her right here and there. In the middle of the corridor. And someone could have walked in on them but he wouldn’t have cared.

But here they were. He nuzzled his head in her shoulder not resisting kissing the little bit of skin that was on display. So tempting. So wrong.

“Ethan…” she said in a voice that was betraying everything she was feeling.

“Julia…”

“I want you. All of you.”

Think with your head, Ethan. Not anything else.

“I can’t, Joolsie.”

“You can’t or you don’t want me?” she insisted.

“I want you. So bad you have no idea.” he confessed.

He knew she wouldn’t remember the conversation anyway, there was nothing wrong to admit it. He felt her hands moving from his neck to his arms and his chest, until they wandered even lower to the hem of his jeans. He didn’t dare to move, waiting for her next move. How far was she willing to go? When would she back off? Would she? He wanted to know. She slowly and shakingly let her fingers go under his shirt, tracing the lines of his abs and he felt his breath getting caught in his throat. Her lips started to travel along his jaw. In a desperate move he threw his head back giving her access to his throat. He felt her going from left to right and right to left before settling right where she could feel his pulse beating fast. The softness of her lips made way to the sharpness of her teeth and the roughness of her tongue and this time, it was him who let out a moan that looked like a cry for help.

That was the reaction she silently prayed for, an invitation to keep going. Maybe it was the alcohol that was helping her but tonight, she felt like nothing could stop her. She could feel him against her thigh and she had to admit, it was flattering knowing that she had this effect on him. Her. Not anyone else. Just her. She was burning. Completely burning and she didn’t want the fire to stop. She wanted to keep it alive. If he was the kerosene then she was a dry forest. The more she was near him, the more she was burning. Her hands still wandering along the lines of his muscles, her mouth still busy driving him crazy, she set a leg between his as she started to rock her hips against him in a hopeless way to relieve the tension.

“Fuck, Julia.” he groaned as he put a hand around her waist, the other still against the wall near her head and started to join her movements as if his hips had a mind on their own. He pulled her even more against him, earning another moan from her lips as he could now feel her nipples, hard against his chest.

“Ethan…” she sighed.

He felt like a teenager, unable to control himself. He had to stop but oh feeling her against him, moving against him, in total sync, it was heaven. And it was stupid, they were in a corridor, fully clothed looking like two kids that were discovering what desire was. He felt like being thirteen all over again and trying to discover how his body was working and how to control it. He was not an animal for God’s sake. And here he was, humping like a dog against a girl completely drunk because he wasn’t able to control himself anymore. He felt so dirty.

“I’m sorry, Julia.”

It took everything in him but he finally let go of her and ran away to the closest bathroom, leaving her gasping and shaking, wondering what had just happened.

When she woke up the next morning, her head was pounding and shame was all she could feel. How would she be able to look into Ethan’s eyes after what had happened the night before in the corridor? She hoped he wouldn’t say anything. It has been a spur of the moment, all this tension they both were feeling had to eventually come out and now she only prayed that they both could move on. but if she was honest with herself, all of this only left her with the need of more.

Today was the day and she didn’t know what to feel. She didn’t know how to dress either, she was supposed to wear her team attire but maybe she could arrive to the paddock in a more neutral outfit? Maybe she could match with Ethan, that could be cute? She was about to call Romy for help when someone knocked on her door. When she opened, Ethan was there, looking as good as ever.

“Morning. I wanted to go over the last few details before heading to the paddock.”

She hated the professional tone he was using with her, as if nothing had happened, as if whatever was between them was purely business. Did he feel nothing, after yesterday? Could Daphne be right and she was just another girl on his list? Did all they have shared meant nothing? She wanted to scream those words at him, demand an answer. But who was she to do that?

“I… I was thinking we could have matching outfits? Or is that too much?” she asked hesitantly.

“Dress however you want that’s not important. Ashley wants us to hold hands and to look close to give people the feeling we love each other. Which shouldn’t be hard since photographers sold pictures of your mom and dad proposal and we are on them. People already know we are together, today will just give an official confirmation.”

He was cold. Really cold. Not the Ethan she knew and had learned to like. He was back to his old facade, one she thought he would never wear again when she was around. Not knowing how to react, she simple nodded.

“Perfect. I will be waiting for you in the lobby, then.”

And without adding anything else, he exited the room, leaving her once again wondering what she had done wrong.

Monza was always a special race. Italians supporters were crazy and the vibes there were immaculate. It was always a sea of bright red and yellow wherever they were going. But as Maserati and Lamborghini had their factories not so far away from there, it was not unusual to see navy blue colours popping here and there. The media attention had also been more present these past few years and Julia was not surprised to see journalists and photographers coming to them. Ethan got out of the car, flashed a bright smile to them and opened her door to find her completely frozen, like a doe in the headlights.

“Joolsie? Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

“I didn’t think there would be so many people.”

“I thought you were aware of that when you said that we should hard-launch in Monza. It’s too late to go back now. Come on, I have places to go.”

He took her hands and pulled her out of the car as she crashed against his chest. She heard him say to the photographers to make way for them before she felt his hand gripping firmly hers as they walked to the paddock entry. Inside, it was a little less crowded. Not many people were interested by the free practices but still, they had to pretend. They didn’t even have made an official post that social media were crazy about them. They were the new power couple, they were cute, they looked so in love, they looked so happy, they were perfect and she wondered how people could draw these conclusions based on some blurry pictures, without knowing them. Because if they did, they would know it was fake, that she didn’t look happy even if she had to admit that they looked cute. It was definitely not how she wanted this hard-launch to go. She thought it would be easy, that since they got along it would all run smoothly. But the shift in his behaviour was so sudden that she had not had the time to adjust. Fortunately, it was only Friday and she still had the whole weekend to learn how to fake being happy and in love.

But as if her day couldn’t get any worse, as soon as she arrived in the Skoda garage to change her clothes and start her work, she was intercepted by Wilhelm who asked her if she had a minute. They needed to talk. She went in his office and as he closed the door, she understood that it was no good.

“Ethan Verstappen?”

She opened and closed her mouth, not knowing how to answer.

“You understand that it’s putting the team in a delicate situation, right Julia?”

“Excuse me, but… I failed to see how my private life is and my work life are related.”

“One could say that it could leave to a breach of data privacy, or possible conflict of interests. That’s bad, Julia, really bad.”

She gulped and somehow she knew what was about to happen. She closed her eyes, waiting for the final blow.

“We can’t keep you, Julia. You are a liability. It’s too risky to have you here. You don’t give me any other choice but to fire you.”

Author's note: Well, well, well... the tension is slowly breaking and the temperature is rising heheh... What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

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[rustyvanburace]

you know I gotta suggest Navarre for the character ask! and asahi if you’re feeling up to it :^D

Thank you so much!

favorite thing about them: I love how much PIZZAZ he adds to the early game! How can I not like a character with such a flamboyant, demanding personality whose very presence is enough to make everyone react with shock, contempt, laughter, and awe? Navarre is an ass, but a necessary ass to carry the early narrative and add so much excitement to it. I cannot help but giggle to myself everytime he appears. AND THEN, all that character growth in IVA towards becoming a better, more self-aware ghostie. Ohhh I love he so muuuch~

least favorite thing about them: Definitely the unnecessary perversion in IVA. Enough said.

favorite line: The "dawdling Casualries" line will always hold a special place in my heart, but I am also really fond of the stuff he says when you speak with him during the training drills in one of the rest spots,

"O-Oh, it's you… I thought you to be a demon. Don't start me so… I've never carried a blade any heavier than a knife before. If Mother were to see me dashing about with such a weapon in hand, I think that she would faint…"

And

"I landed a critical blow when I accidentally tripped… The next quest was much simpler, since as you might expect, money is no object to me. 'Twas actually easier than the first. But the final challenge all depends on one's strength, and that's a field I'm particularly lacking in… S-Someone else may have first place, I care not whom. Merely let this debacle of a training exercise be done with!"

brOTP: Nanashi and Navarre are best BROS!

Bad edit aside, can't forget the actual bros, Navarre and Gaston lmao. I really enjoyed their sibling relationship and it opened up so much insight into their familial life and personal struggles. I'm so so happy they got to rekindle at the enddd, it was so sweet

OTP: Everyone knows that I am the sole resident of the Issachar x Navarre Crack Ship Kingdom!! Idgaf that they've never canonically met nor even know of each other's existence, the POTENTIAL between them is enough to keep me content and well fed! We support random rarepairs in this house!

I also really like Flynn x Navarre too and they're my second fave Navarre ship, for much the same reasons!

nOTP: Needless to say, my NOtps would be pairing Navarre with his brother or any of the IVA kids. Eeeugh. Enough said.

random headcanon: It's something I've been wanting to analyze in more depth, and IDK how much of this is actually canon or headcanon considering, but I very much fancy the idea of Navarre always having close connections with the Samurai seniors and keeping close tabs on the Rite and new inductions. He's very astute with the going-ons in Samurai business and likely has been anxiously watching them for quite some time.

unpopular opinion: I understand that Navarre is a very unlikeable character, and he's supposed to be! But it honestly does get really bothersome seeing how much dismissal, if not outright hate, he gets in the fandom. Navarre IS an important character within the early game! It is his very antics that adds the necessary tension and tone needed to carry the early narrative and worldbuilding. It does admittedly make it hard for me to approach other SMTIV fans because I like this bean so much.

But that is okay. I am perfectly content with those who seek out, stick by, and enjoy my bean musings. :)

song i associate with them: Tbh I'm pretty bad at that sort of question, lol. I don't really have one for him right now, so pass? (Open to suggestions though! I want more tunes to listen to.)

favorite picture of them: SO MANY panels of him from the Prayers manga FOR REAL. He's SO expressive in that and has TONS of good moments!! But I am especially fond of the mini bonus chapter that features Navarre~

Masataka Miura can agree: Navarre can have a little moment in the spotlight as a treat~

Thank you again so much for the ask! I think I've written quite at length here, lmao. I'm a bit tired now and I don't think I can fit Asahi here, but I could post hers later on!

[tsutsumi-kurose]

Yes hello hello!

Here’s my thought process

Tsukasa was manipulated by this entity, he was coerced and then abused in the red house and probably saw god knows what. He comes back home and his mom hates him and his brother seems to be wary and also killed him! He doesn’t like this god. He doesn’t want it around but it’s keeping him ALIVE. It’s letting him be with his family.

All he has to do is keep granting wishes.

Even through death, it sticks to him, like a parasite, and he can’t escape it. He knows the lengths it will go, and he knows how willing it is to kill people just for its own sake. So, he decides to work against it. His brother doesn’t even LIKE the god, so what’s the point of keeping it around? He wants to be destroyed not because he hates himself (well partially) but because it’ll kill the well God too. He doesn’t want needless death. That isn’t his goal. It isn’t what he cares about. He just wants freedom but how is having an entity inside you freedom?

oooh, this is such a sad consideration... the idea that if tsukasa is destroyed it will help amane in many different ways is devastating ): but would it get rid of the god, at least from their lives? if tsukasa's death wasn't enough? will it take his destruction to sever the connection?

this makes me wonder if what the god wants after tsukasa went back is the same as what it wants in this timeline? why was our original tsukasa able to go back? is there some way the god benefits?

this also raises questions about if the god and tsukasa can be separated, through any means other than death, and what the consequences would be. though you make a point that the only way for that to happen may be for yorishiro tsukasa to be destroyed ):

it's also interesting that you mention tsukasa's freedom, bc he seems to value that a lot less than freedom as a general concept... yes he thinks people should be how they want to be, but how does tsukasa want to be, other than with amane? tsukasa gave his own freedom away for amane's... does amane have that now? did he ever?

i do generally think of tsukasa and the god working together, though an antagonistic relationship could maybe answer some questions about tsukasa's actions... for example, tsukasa says he believes humans and supernaturals should be how they want to be... right after making mitsuba into something completely different against his will. i wonder what his goal was there? how do these things fit together? taking mitsuba's mind in exchange for a wish doesn't really sound super like freedom!! so maybe that was to benefit the god as well? was this a necessary step in making their own school mystery--another step in the plan to destroy the yorishiros?

the question of leverage and power are definitely very important to think about when thinking about the relationship between tsukasa and the god. how much does tsukasa "owe" to the god? when does it end? how much does tsukasa care about his own freedom? he doesn't appear to give it much thought at all...

there are things i think tsukasa pursues out of his own curiosity, and i think a lot of what is does is for the sake of granting sakura's and amane's wishes. but the violence along the way may very well be the influence of the god over him!! i do wonder how much of the violence of the red house tsukasa was witness to, and how that affected him. i also wonder how he perceives his own violence; tsukasa is certainly a bit puzzling in his simultaneous curiosity about and disregard for other lives. he wants to know all about them, and believes they should be how they want, but is very willing and excited to experiment with them. it certainly does raise questions about what stems his willingness and eagerness to slice into things and make them into something different! is this perhaps the god's influence? a result of trauma? trauma inflicted by the god directly, or through what tsukasa saw in the red house? the fear of amane dying?

i'm not so sure about the answers myself, but i do think the power the god exerts over tsukasa is an interesting question to consider! it also raises a lot of questions regarding what forms a person's personality, and how characters express and pursue their desires and motivations. i'm really interested to learn more about why tsukasa thoguht it would be bad to go back... and what made him decide it was worth risk... right now it seems his desire to learn more about amane won over any caution he previously exhibited. if the god is responsible for the troubles and tragedies the yugis faced after tsukasa went back, did tsukasa know that they would happen? your theory raises a lot of really interesting questions about autonomy and intention and power.... so much to keep thinking about!

[spinningbuster98]

 Castlevania (NES) Part 1

Good Eeeeeeveniiiiiing...

Anyone who knows the story of this game raise your hand!

If you answer “It’s Simon Belmont VS Dracula” you only get half a cookie

If you answer “It’s a big homage to classic horror” you also only get half a cookie!

Yeah sure this game’s story is fundementally basic as was usual for games at the time and the early days of the series were indeed big on homaging classic Hammer Horror flicks

But I honestly find both descriptions to not do the game justice

Nowadays you often get people who say that “8-bit games have no story”, and while often these kinds of folks say this because they’ve never actually played said games other times these kinds of assertions actually come from long time fans, sometimes by people who even grew up with these kinds of games since they came out!

And I think the main reason, outside of the fact that these games often didn’t really have any on-screen narrative, is that manuals back then failed to properly convey tha game’s lore and story...or rather the overseas manuals

If you think that Classic Castlevania games have very little to no story and were little more than an excuse for the developers to cram in a bunch of old horror monsters then you’re only half right and you get to sit in the same corner as the same people who say that Classic Sonic games had no story

But I can’t fully blame people: the International manual for this game really tells you nothing about what’s going on here, mostly just making a bunch of horror-themed puns

Now the original Japanese Manual on the other hand... talk about night and day!

Not only is it way more stylized it also:

1) Gives you some general context as to how Dracula resurrected and how it’s a recurring event while also establishing that Dracula gets regularily resurrected by evil people who wish for destruction

2) Establishes Simon as the last heir to a family of vampire hunters who have been battling the count for a long time, even mentioning a certain Christopher: who is that? Apparently Simon’s ancestor who put Dracula in his grave last time. Did they have to mention this? No it wasn’t necessary but it helps sell the idea that this is a war that’s been going on for some time and that Simon has some big shoes to fill. Not to mention that we will see Christopher in a future travesty game

3) It even mentions how the Belmonts’ whip isn’t just any ordinary whip nor is it just some generic “Magic Whip”, it has “mysterious powers”. Hmmm intriguing...I wonder what its origins are...?

This is all stuff that future games will not only reference but also build upon: how many games feature Belmonts talking about how its their destiny to defeat Dracula? How many games will focus on the Whip’s otherworldly abilities? Dracula’s line from SOTN about how “he was called here by humans who wished to pay him tribute”? The one that’s been memed to Hell? That idea was already present all the way back to the very first game!

I’m not saying that the developers already had a clear vision of how the series would turn out as a whole, hell no! But evidently they did have A narrative vision, as limited in scope as it was given the limitations they were dealing with, so I think that boiling this down to simply “Haha 8 bit sprites on the screen!” or “It was just a love latter to old Hammer Movies, nothing more. Unlike those future games that added a needless story ugh!” (though future games will definitely have plenty of narrative hiccups make no mistake I have my share of issues) is pretty disrespectful