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[motionjames]

I'm so fatigued today, and my heart hurts >.< so lately I've been falling back into stupid moe shlop....its a craving, like potato chips. I've been watching the Kanon 2006 english dub and its so charming even though it suffers from Chronic Moe Jun Maeda Stupidity Disorder. I hate Jun Maeda soooo much. I keep playing his stuff 🤦🏽‍♂️ <-- sucker

Yuichi is way nicer in the show than in then vn. The show is actually better than the vn, so if you wanna see the story, just watch the show (trust me). I generally like the girls but the supernatural bullshit that ends up in their routes....is so dumb....its so disorganized.... Oh Mai, you poor lesbian, your whole arc was a disaster. Go off and be with your lovely transgenner wife. Yuichi can go be snarky elsewhere XD

Ayuayu is very cute and I love her, but I think Yuichi and Shiori are the best couple. They have a good romantic chemistry. Also Shiori's shawl is SOOO CUTE I really love girls with her sense of fashion. Ayuayu is endgame, but Shiori just feels right...😇

[vigilxnte-shit]

OKAY. THATS FINE. JUST STOMP ON MY HEART SHIORI

ALSO HOW ARE YOU SO FUCKING TALENTED???

Conservations with the Damned (Daredevil Fan Fic)

Summary: Foggy Nelson stands in front of Matt’s grave. And has the talk he should have had . . . before.

Warning: Heavy angst, hurt no comfort, discussion of (perceived) character death, grief, mourning, mentions of suicide

Conservations with the Damned

“Hey, buddy,” Foggy said to the tombstone. “I need to talk to you. Probably should have had this talk sooner. But I didn’t. Too stubborn I guess. Both of us are too damned stubborn.”

He took a deep breath. “It still doesn’t seem real. You being gone. I knew that it was . . . possible . . . that your hobby was going to kill you. But I hadn’t really believed it. Not really. Part of me just expected you to defy the odds.”

He laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh. “Out of spite if nothing else.”

Foggy sombered. “But then . . . it . . .  happened. Everyone walked out. Dusty and bloody but alive. All but you. It still feels like a knife straight to my heart.”

Another pained laugh. “I prayed. Did you know that? I prayed when you didn’t come out. I haven’t prayed in years. But that day I prayed. I prayed and prayed. ‘Please, God, let him stubble out of there. Let him be alive. Please, just one more miracle.’ But you never did. You never fucking did.”

“They never found your body. We buried an empty coffin. Well I did. Karen doesn’t want to believe it. That you are really . . .”

He swallowed hard and said, “Dead . . . Which I get. I don’t want to believe it either. I want every expert saying that you couldn’t have survived to be wrong. I want them all to be wrong. Jessica. Luke. Danny. Colleen. Everyone.

“I want them to tell me that they lied. That you didn’t choose to stay down there. That you didn’t choose to die. For her.”

The last word was snarled. “You know I didn’t think I could hate Elektra more than I already did. Sorry, buddy, I know you loved her. But I’ve hated her since Columbia. Ever since I had to pick up the shattered pieces of my best friend and try to glue him back together. I hate the way she always convinced you to do such stupid shit. Why did you always listen to her?”

His voice dropped down to a whisper. “Why did you die for her? Why, Matt? Did you think she was the only one that gave even half a shit about you?”

Another hard swallow. “Well, you’re wrong. Again. I give a shit. I give all the shits. No matter how much of shit you were being, I still fucking loved you!”

The shout startled the birds out of the nearby trees, sent them spiraling off into the sky. Little birds almost black against the vivid reds and yellows of the setting sun. Another day and Foggy might have found the sight beautiful. 

Today it was ugly. Dull. The world seemed to have lost all of its color.

When he spoke again, his voice was as even as he could manage. “I’m sorry Matt. I’m sorry that you died thinking that I didn’t care. That it didn’t matter to me if you lived or died. That the only one you had in your corner was her. I’m so fucking sorry.”

He could no longer stop the tears from falling. “If I could, I would do it all different. Still would have left that night. I was hurt. And angry. I needed time.

“I should have asked you to explain your senses again. And actually listened this time. Instead of assuming things. Should have made sure you knew that you could still talk to me. I hated . . . hate that you felt like you couldn’t tell me about Elektra. Or anything else that was going on during your . . . night job.

“That’s not entirely on you. I made it clear that I didn’t like your . . . hobby. Didn’t like that side of you. Can’t really blame you for avoiding it around me.”

He sighed. “Still wished that you had talked to me. Or I had talked to you. Like the adults that we’re supposed to be. But we didn’t.”

His voice dropped back down to whisper. “But we didn’t. And now it’s too late.”

Foggy stood there in silence, staring at the words engraved on the stone until it was too dark for him to see them anymore. Not that he needed light. He knew what was written there. He saw it in his nightmares. Along with haunted hazel eyes. Hazel eyes that he had only realized later that Matt had started hiding from him. Putting up an armor that Matt hadn’t felt the need for around Foggy since sophomore year . . .

One of many things he had only realized when it was far, far too late.

“Good-bye, Matt,” he said, then turned to go.

Movement out of the corner of his eye made him pause. Squint into the shadows around the Church. He thought he had . . . No. There was no one. Nothing here. Nothing but shadows and graves. The silent dead. And bitter memories.

His shoulders slumped, Foggy Nelson trudged out of the cemetery.

[diezmil10000]

maybe we aren't meant for revolution

[abiding-artist]

DO NOT REPOST

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I love gortash, a lot

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This is Shiori the night of the coronation because she has zero impulse control. Someone go get her!!

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Love love loved doing this drawing because I really struggled with it a few times. It all worked out in the end and I’m satisfied with it

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Shiori isn’t a durge but I’m tagging it durgetash don’t come for me <3

[skrunksthatwunk]

kurama has access to forbidden strains + shiori wedding shenanigans

[hellcifrogs]

Everyone's got names!! Meet the new oc cast~

I did most Japanese names, but added some variety too and even slid in some ship names as well, so everyone's happy.

[cadaver245]

Adolescence of Utena

[crev1ces]

when i feel this pressure!

[elevatortherapy]

no take-backs!

based on the version of this scene in the black rose musical where shiori makes sure to return the locket before she metaphorically rips juri's heart out :) screencaps (+ some alt colourings) under the cut

[getoapologist]

Here. I believe this is yours. If you had asked, I would've given you a nicer picture.

[heibon-hiroo]

Me when I try to keep up the yearly song fanarts but I'm always late

[artie-doko]

drew a takovella child just for the fun of it

[vigilxnte-shit]

OH MY GOD

Welcome Home (Kinktober Day 2 - Shower Sex)

Personal Masterlist of Kinktober 2023

Flightless Angel Wing's Prompt list can be found here.

Day 2 - Bath / Shower Sex

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x AFAB! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 398

Warning(s): unprotected p in v sex (don't do this irl), dirty talk, clitoral stimulation, and implied oral sex (f receiving)

Tagging: @flightlessangelwings, @bellaxgiornata

Please let me know if you want to tagged for these little fics.

Welcome Home

You gasped as he bottomed out. No matter how many times you and Michael had sex, it was like some part of your brain refused to remember just how big he was. Not until he was inside you, not until you felt the stretch, not until your cunt was twitching and fluttering around him trying to adjust to his girth.

Or maybe it was just because you hadn’t had sex in a week. For reasons you preferred not to think about right now. Right now, you just wanted enjoy that Michael was back. That you both naked in his shower. That your breasts were pressed against the back of the stall, the coolness of the tile was the most delicious contrast to the warmth of the water. That your legs were spread as wide as you could without losing your balance. That his cock was filling your aching cunt.

“Fuck pet, I almost forgot how tight yer pussy grips me,” he groaned into your ear as he started to thrust. It didn’t take him to find a rhythm that had you panting. Had you pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. Pants that turned into moans when he snaked his hand down to your clit. Soon you were clenching around him, teetering on that edge.

“That’s it, pet,” he purred in your ear. “Come for me.”

Screaming his name, you did. His hand didn’t stopped working your clit until you were squirming and whimpering from oversensitivity. Then and only then did his hand return to gripping your hip. Then and only then he did start pumping rapidly into you. The air was filled with the steady drum of the shower, your high pitched whines, and his low grunts.

Then with a loud moan, he thrust deeply inside you and came.

You didn’t know how long you both stood there breathing hard, his cock still buried inside you, but it was long enough that shower was running out of hot water. You whined when he pulled out, filling empty without his cock inside you and his release running down your leg.

“Don’t worry pet,” he said, turning off the shower. He picked you up and carried you out of the stall. He stand you down on the corner, then sank down to his knees. He gripped your legs and spread them wide.

“I wasn’t done with ya yet.”

[rouge-the-bat]

i love the contrast between how kurama (in his new body) and hiei grew up.

shiori gave kurama unconditional love, even despite him treating her as inferior when he was younger, and he ended up changing to appreciate and care for those around him more.

meanwhile, hiei was ripped from his mothers arms as an infant and tossed over a cliff while his mother screamed out for him, and was taken in by bandits who later abandoned him. he became a rude little shit that constantly insists he doesnt care about others, tries distancing himself from them.

and honestly, it really makes me want to imagine hiei interacting with shiori more. hes best friends with (later dating) her son, and she immediately starts treating him like family. hiei has no idea how to react to this, such immediate unconditional kindness and acceptance, but he tries being respectful since he knows how important she is to kurama.

just makes me picture shiori eventually having a family picture taken with them all in sweaters she made for them, with hiei standing there awkwardly next to kurama, wondering why hes there, wondering why they all insisted him being in a family picture when hes not family... so he thinks.

[abiding-artist]

DO NOT REPOST

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Happy Friday! Time for angst

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Shiori and Gortash back in their banite days. Gortash was all in while shiori was a reluctant participant. Following Gortash because he promised her safety and guidance, while the cult offered the opposite. What a slime ball. He loves her

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Part two coming soon!

[skrunksthatwunk]

kinda thinking about how the women who serve as maternal figures/raise kids in yyh are never quite ready for it. genkai's an arguable exception, but like.. atsuko had yusuke at 15, shizuru's basically in charge of kazuma full time in her early 20s/late teens (depending on version) with very very absent parents, and even shiori is given a kid she wasn't expecting, in the form of an old, old demon rather than like. a regular, blank slate ass human baby. and although shiori seems to do quite well with kurama, kurama can never be honest with shiori about who he is, or much of what he's seen. if he was, it'd probably make things far more complicated and overwhelming. atsuko, no matter how much she cares for yusuke, Could Not Have Been and thus wasn't ready to have him at 15. her attempts to make the most of that situation have had middling success at best. shizuru has also been placed into a parental role. we don't really know how long she's been raising kuwabara, but that's.. probably still parentification anyway. she shouldn't have to do that, and she shouldn't have to do that so young. and i think some of her coarseness with kuwa is out of frustration with her own inexperience + inadequacy + uncertainty, his not cooperating, and their parents for putting this on her in the first place. the ones who know the full extent of their situation grow desperate and it squeaks out in unpleasant ways, and the one who seems unbothered by it is the only one who has no idea that she's in way over her head. and i mean. ok. gonna preface this by saying keiko is NOT yusuke's mom in any sense of the word. but she does take care of him in a way atsuko couldn't manage to. she's often looking after him and cleaning up after his messes and stuff. she takes him on as a responsibility, and that is, in a way, a caretaker role. not to say that it SHOULD be her responsibility, but it's how she ends up being.

and when the stress of trying to make someone take care of themselves or be kind or good or Whatever goes awry, again, the violence and arguing and distance and ugliness of caring for someone reveals itself.

and i wonder about that. for a series dedicated to physical fighting as a form of communication, what does it say that this extends to the complicated, quietly desperate situations of so many of the women/girls it depicts, whom our more central characters were shaped and raised by?

hell, even hiei touches on this, because hina loved hiei, but there was no way she was prepared for him, obviously, nor for the pain of losing him. rui (whom i also see as a sort of caretaker figure to hiei, inasmuch as either of them were caretakers) literally throws him off a cliff because she couldn't face down the village elders, and out of some mixture of care for hina and, likely, fear for her own survival. and the guilt and pain of that killed hina and deeply wounded rui.

it's like motherhood, this thing that's so often treated as sacred and beautiful, is a kind of stitched up, painful, eggshell-walking thing that hurts parent and child and it's just. oughh