#rambling with E

[elfboyeros]

The "Do it For The Mission" Mentality

A Spy x Family analysis

I fucking adore, Twilight, this canonical uber talent spy , makes attempts to explain his kindness and care to his wife and child has something that has to be done to make Operations Strix successful.

Like Operation Strix is to get close to Donovan Desmond! WISE make it apart of the Operation where he had to have a family (which adds to the idea that I and most likely several of you have that WISE will make Twilight retire after Op. Strix!), but I think they could have easily made it where Loid Forger was a housemaster/professor (I understand that does nothing for the plot of the story but like-) instead of forcing him to have a family.

But let's say he has to have a family: He doesn't have to marry Yor, doesn't even have to use Yor at all! Yes, Yor makes the more believable! But similar to how all those spys dropped everything to help Twilight give Anya a fun time after you got into Eden I bet a spy would have dropped everything to pose as Loid's wife whenever he needed, or even be a mother to Anya for whole of the Operation, like if not a random Spy then Nightfall would have gladly done so!

Let's also say he has to have a civilian wife: There is no need to keep her happy! THERE ISN'T! There isn't really a need to keep Anya happy either!

"But E then people would talk and jeopardize the operation!"

It would make old woman in the apartment gossip but like you don't need to take your wife out for drinks, you don't need to take your wife out on a date because she seems unhappy, you don't need to ask her how she's doing, you don't need to remember that she said (lied) she was allergic to her lipstick buy her a tube of lipstick, you don't need get on your knees while ride a "romantic" Ferris Wheel and tell your fake wife that she is doing a good job because she feels down about the idea if seeing you with another woman and being fucking replaced! YOR HAPPINESS DOES NOTHING TO OPERATION! IT DOES NOTHING TO TWILIGHT'S MISSION (but of course make things easier to a center extend). In the mission Yor only has to be around to get Anya into Eden College she now theatrically serves no propose, it is actually a net negative to keep her around because that could allow Operation Strix to be compromised!

You make more an argument for Anya, keeping her happy makes it easier to get her to study and to doing the things Loid wants (if you take away the fact that pinkie babe has telepathy and she's going to try and do the things he wants to do anyway even though she just a 5 year-old and mostly likely fail!) which furthers getting her close to earning stellas. But like TWILIGHT YOU ARE A FUCKING SPY! He could easily manipulate the system from the shadows and get her stella stars and make the Operation conclude quicker.

"E, doesn't Twilight say at one point that say that the mission wasn't a sprint?"

Yeah, but there is a cold war going on why not get this mission done to get you one step closer to world peace.

Loid and of course Twilight does things for and with Yor and Anya to benefit no one but Yor and Anya. There is no need to act "weird" (weird in a comedy sense with purpose to keep his daughter happy) on a family cruise, buy Anya a stuffed animal to be successful, reassure Yor that she is doing a good job, GET ANYA A DOG (LOVE YOU Bond, I'm a sucker for elderly dogs) to make the mission successful.

If I had to define it I would link it to Twilight's own father being abusive and authoritative, causing him to have an aversion for being authoritative or even seem abusive in the family setting he has found himself in.

Because Twilight never really showcases a dislike for his situation. Where you could argue he often gets annoyed, I feel the things that annoy him are inconveniences

And you could say that the facial expressions:

are an indication of his "true feelings" of his situation, however I believe he's just annoyed that people could be around seeing him being soft.

Moreover, Twilight respects Yor and where it is the bare minimum for any man, he doesn't respect because she making his mission easier or whatever, he genuinely respects her (and honestly every woman he encounters to certain extent).

I don't know I think is just funny that Twilight is so adamant about keeping his wife and daughter (which are only that for a mission to keep world peace) happy not to make his mission but because of the idea that if they are unhappy or even miserable that Operation Strix would fail.

[eydilily]

For the reqs, any pearls or gems ? I love them in your style <33

a gem and a pearl! <3

[andiv3r]

"If you could have any superpower, what w-"

Shapeshifting. Shapeshifting shapeshifting shapeshifting. I'm a transgender therian, what the fuck did you think I would pick.

[owlbelly]

so. i understand where the sentiment "listening to an audiobook is the same thing as reading the book" is coming from - i mean, yes, the bottom line is you are taking in the same words in what is possibly a more accessible (or maybe just more enjoyable) format for you! and i'm 100% in agreement that "book snobs" who say "no you didn't really read it" if you listened to the audiobook are full of shit. ofc you should engage with stories in whatever way works for you, there is no moral or intellectual superiority to reading words off a page vs. listening to them

but it also is different? an audiobook is a performance. choices a narrator makes about line readings can drastically influence the meaning of the lines. even just different voices, accents, etc. - there are creative choices being made by the person delivering the words to you, and that affects your experience of the story in a different way than if you were making those choices in your own head. it might even change the way you visualize what's going on!

this isn't a bad thing it's just An Actual Thing & i think it's worth talking about. it rubs me the wrong way when people act like accommodations (and for many people audiobooks are an accommodation) always result in a completely identical experience, or even that they should, & if you suggest that people accessing media in different ways are having different experiences it's somehow ableist

anyway on rare occasions i really enjoy audiobooks but mostly they are much less accessible to me than words on a page (i need to be able to reread, flip back and forth, go at my own pace) & i also just really strongly prefer to encounter a text on my own before hearing someone else's performance of it, if possible! again i don't think it's "better" to read a physical book i just think it is a Distinct form of experiencing a story & acting like the two things are entirely the same is sort of doing a disservice to both

[trashcreatyre]

Yuri wedding officiated by Sonic the Hedgehog

[mattsundaes]

matsukawa issei x f!reader x semi eita — 18+, band au, fooling around in a hot tub, dry humping, handjob, fingering, (continued from)

“what do you think of the new song?”

matsukawa’s voice is low and smooth, and you have to lean in just a bit to hear him over the steady gurgling of the hot tub jets. his dark waves are damp from the rising steam, and the golden glow of the string lights that dot semi’s backyard reflects in his eyes as he looks at you. 

before you can fumble for an answer, semi leans his chin on your shoulder and smirks, “oh, she’s a big fan.”

you elbow him underwater, which doesn’t do you much good, considering you’re sitting in his lap. 

mattsun catches the movement, watching the two of you with open curiosity. “are you dating?” he asks curiously. 

a huff of amusement leaves semi’s lips, because he’s your best friend. and the two of you have fooled around plenty. you’ll probably sleep in his bed tonight, after all.

but semi wants you to fuck matsukawa.

he likes when he’s hanging out with seijoh and texts you some covert picture of matsukawa leaning against a wall wearing sunglasses and all black from head to toe, a cigarette hanging between his lips. and all you can reply back with is a string of unintelligible letters.

semi likes when he’s fucking you, when he asks if you touched yourself looking at the picture that he sent you, when he tells you that you’re definitely matsukawa’s type and feels you gasp and clench down on him.

“no,” semi tells him plainly, nose brushing against your cheek. “but the answer to your next question would still be yes, even if we were.”

the corner of matsukawa’s mouth twitches, and he meets your gaze. because it’s your answer he needs. “would it?”

you smile at him then. “depends on what your next question was.”

matsukawa laughs.

you’re thankful the party’s long-since died down when you find yourself in matsukawa’s lap, his mouth on yours. semi’s pressed up against your back, fingers stroking your sensitive, pebbled nipples through your swimsuit top.

you gasp against mattsun’s lips when semi pinches down, hot water splashing out over the side of the hot tub as you arch your back at the sharp sensation. matsukawa hushes you with his mouth, tongue sliding along the seam of your lips to deepen the kiss. your whine reverberates in his throat when semi undoes the knot from your top and exposes your bare, wet tits to the cool night air, fingers quick to take the place of the dripping material. 

arousal and need pulse between your thighs as you feel the outline of matsukawa’s dick pressed up against you, already growing dizzy at the promise of its length.

semi’s hand comes up to caress your jaw, his mouth ghosting matsukawa’s as he leans in to kiss you. 

“she likes it like this,” semi tells him, his hands wrapping around your waist and guiding you back and forth in the cradle of mattsun’s lap.

part of you wants to make a joke about dry humping.

about how like is a mild way to put it. about how you and semi have come in your pants more times than you can count like this on the couch. when a lazy makeout session turns into needy grinding and taking off your clothes comes secondary to the sensation of your soaking wet underwear sliding against your puffy folds while you rock over the outline of his cock—

about how there’s absolutely nothing dry about this at all right now.

but you don’t get a chance to, not when every last word dies in your throat as matsukawa splays a large palm flat against the dip of your lower back and pulls you in just as he rocks his hips upward.

“oh,” you moan, pleasure dancing white-hot over your nerves as you feel every last inch of matsukawa’s dick while he drags your cunt along the length of it.

“i like this, too,” matsukawa tells you, thumb stroking your chin as his other hand slips down into your bathing suit bottoms, long fingers cupping your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “but i have a better idea.”

water sloshes as he turns you around, hooking your legs around the outside of his thighs so you’re spread open wide and facing semi. 

semi wastes no time in leaning in, mouth closing over your tits before he begins to suck. his tongue is hot as it laves over your sensitive nipple, and you keen, fingers tangling in his hair. he moans when you tug on it, sucking harder, free hand grasping the erection tented heavily at the front of his swim shorts. matsukawa’s dick is thick and hard where it rests between your ass cheeks.

long digits slide over your hip and tug aside your swimsuit bottoms, just enough for a middle finger to sink into your tight hole knuckle-deep. matsukawa groans when he feels how wet you are, slick and dripping with sticky arousal even in the hot tub, cunt fluttering around his touch and not to subtly begging for more as you buck your hips into it.

a sound of amusement rumbles in his throat, and his lips brush against the shell of your ear. “how about this then?”

your fingers wrap around semi’s cock, and his forehead falls against yours as he pants into your mouth. matsukawa’s other hand strokes your sensitive nipples, thumb rolling around each of the peaked buds like he's stroking a pick over the strings of his guitar.

semi takes your bottom lip between his teeth as matsukawa’s tongue presses hotly into the tender spot behind your earlobe, as he adds a second finger and stuffs both into your aching hole to the last knuckle. 

“yes,” you tell him, voice breaking on a whine. 

a third finger slides in, this one belonging to semi, their hands joining as one while they pump in and out of your cunt. and there's something wholly filthy about this that leaves you drunk on the feeling, that has drool pooling in the back of your mouth and a heady, untamed feeling unravelling in your gut.

(that has you on the verge of begging for more.)

(and isn't that funny, how greedy you can be, even with the long, dexterous fingers of two handsome guitarists stuffed inside of you at once.)

“so pretty like this, baby,” semi murmurs against your mouth, rutting his cock into your tight fist. “so fucking pretty.”

matsukawa hums in agreement, nose brushing against your cheek. “he’s right.”

something in your chest dips and swoops, licking its way down each notch of your spine before settling hot and sticky in your belly. 

you’re wholly bucking into semi and mattsun’s thrusts now as they fuck their fingers into you, ass dragging repeatedly over mattsun’s cock while you continue to pump semi’s with just as much fervor. 

and when your orgasm hits you, it’s enough to punch the air out of your lungs, pleasure cresting over your limbs in dripping, hot waves between murmurs of “that’s it” and “so goddamn pretty” and “good girl" while you moan and shake and choke out a sob.

semi follows right after, sinking somewhere between your lap and mattsun’s once his spent dick goes limp.

and for all that you’re prepared to indulge yourself in the mouth-watering urge to suck matsukawa’s cock, he doesn’t seem the least bit sorry to have come from rutting against the globes of your ass.

"the song sounds great, by the way," you eventually say while you're catching your breath. "both of you together is like a dream."

semi snorts.

mattsun raises his eyebrows. "oh?"

you drag a hand over your face, somehow embarassed even now while matsukawa's gently massaging your slick, oversensitive folds with one finger and semi's kissing your shoulder.

"singing together."

"uh huh," semi replies.

"just singing?" mattsun asks, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

[pansy-picnics]

I GOT THIS DIALOGUE LAST NIGHT AND IM STILL LOSING MY MIND OVER IT?

[risestarkiss]

Rise Ramblings #41

He's petty, your honor.✨

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Update: This post now also exists in video form. 😌💙

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[prlssprfctn]

Bruce Wayne's biggest reasons to crash-out or whatever

[fridgewitch]

"Why do you like robot stories so much?"

Oh, no reason.

Just the notion that something

Doesn't have to be understood

To be accepted and loved

Despite, or even because of, it's strangeness.

[nukacourier]

ulysses would honestly be the perfect candidate for anything enemies to lovers regarding the Courier if people weren't so focused on pretending the random one off Legion members are better written than they actually are

[shipwrecked-with-wizards]

tangents I yapped about in therapy today:

public transit and trains my beloved

how tumblr does in fact still exist and is active (I did resist the urge to tell her my boywife is a tumblr micro-celeb)

this one man I hate at my university because bad vibes and weird comments

how this other man at my work basically told me he's into older women in response to me mentioning I'm gay and I had no idea if he was joking (she did ask whether I think there's any possibility I'm autistic in response to that, thanks for asking.)

the differences between the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America and the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod

my boyfriend's silly little gender

the really bad job the first person who fit me in pointe shoes did

[kindaasrikal]

Hold onto me if you must, a blade that rusts.

Sorry guys i cant hold back the rant my art posts always have i yap too much

Anyways an alt colour and silly version (and now ANOTHER alt version because I’m indecisive)

They so silly look at them they definitely wont murder each other <3

I spent a time amount of time on it that should’ve felt long but didn’t, i had way too much fun with the fill in lasso tool that made my life easier when i had no idea where to go after the sketch. And how to do the line-art for it, my God the amount of times i suffer when at that phase.

If I’m being perfectly honest, i think this is okay, but i’m not entirely sure if it’s good. Like i feel like it could be sm better. Anyways i just remembered exactly why i did this drawing and its because my amazing mutual @rusted-fairy-wings sent an ask on my birthday to draw possessed Kai and this is the result omg thank you sm for that its like you slapped me with the realisation i’ve never drawn them like this before. I know its not really possessed Kai but i hope it gives the same vibes 😭

Ehehehhe i feel like a cool pro posting a little coloured quote with my art damn

Also i took the rust thing because, you knowwww, Kai was a blacksmith and fire can cause rust. And i think if Morro were to possess Kai, that guy would put in so much effort to ruin himself so Morro wouldn’t and couldn’t use him as a tool. Especially with such a huge loss of control as a man who is so used to being in control with everything he’s been through. But thats why i used ‘hold onto me’ rather than ‘hold me’, because Morro would either gain entertainment from Kai’s suffering, would feel some sort of kinship with Kai due to their similar (yet differing) circumstances, or because he knows how to use Kai in the state he had forced himself into against the ninja.

Okay i’ll stop yapping take this i’ll run away now

Edit: okay im gonna edit and change the colours and positioning for this in the morning so look out for that 😭

Edit: okayyyy ive changed the colours and positioning a bit in a new ver but im scared it looks bad now so i refuse to touch this again anyways

[pizzaratzz]

[wyllaztopia]

BRO???

[mattsundaes]

semi eita tongue piercing

18+

“that’s a cheap pickup line,” you deadpan, raising a brow in the direction of the disheveled musician now standing beside you at the bar, one elbow leaning on the countertop, fingers carding through his sweaty, ash blonde hair.

he’s even prettier up close than on stage, unfortunately.

his lips part again for the third time in less than two minutes, a flash of silver glinting against his tongue as he idly plays with the jewelry that sits there.

“i didn’t even say anything,” he replies, his expression wholly impassive until he casually rolls his tongue once more.

another teasing peek of rounded metal.

you narrow your eyes.

he shrugs and orders a beer before sitting down on the stool beside you.

—

later, with a leather jacket lost somewhere on the path from your front door to your living room couch, with kiss-swollen lips, with soft, murmured praises from a steady voice rough-spun at the edges after a night spent pouring into a mic—

with your skirt pushed up and your panties stuffed in the pocket of a tight pair of black jeans, with your thighs spread wide and your fingers buried in soft, mussed locks, semi eita buries his tongue inside of you.

and you see fucking stars.

when you come for him, you come hard with the cool metal of his tongue piercing rubbing against your swollen clit while he finger fucks you over the edge, trembling and gasping as clear liquid squirts out of you while your tight hole spasms in pleasure—

semi groans, lapping at your soaked cunt until you’re whining and trembling from overstimulation.

when he finally stops, he looks up at you from between your legs, rolling his tongue and flashing the jewelry once more before he smiles.