#the iris division

[themancorialist]

Hilton Street, Manchester.

[tonytomeo]

Bearded Iris

Bearded iris blooms after spring bulbs. There may be no other flowers that exhibit such a diverse range of floral colors. Bearded iris, Iris X germanica, classifies as a hybrid of Iris pallida and Iris variegata. The genus of Iris derives its name from the Greek word for rainbow. As the name implies, it includes all colors of the spectrum. Floral form, height and, for some, fragrance is also…

[minato-division01]

On her very special day of birth, three distinct gifts were gifted to the one and only Meari "Bloody Mary" Miracle of one of Minato's Divisions, Oculus.

The first gift, easily which was large, was a speaker in the shape of a coffin, it also came with a card.

'Happy Birthday, Bloody Mary.

Crazy it seems like we've only just met one another but you're one of my good friends both in and out of the music industry. Knowing you, you don't like all the sappy and sentimental stuff so I'll get to the point, happy birthday and I hope you like my gift. I'll be looking forward to see you in the studio some time.

- Vox'

The second gift, easily the largest of them all, was an entire chandelier made with human skulls. Much like the last gfit, this one also came with a card.

'Yo Meari! Happy Birthday!

It fucking sucks that I can't give you this in person but I am kinda busy at the moment with, y'know, things, so I was only able to send this letter. Before you ask, no these aren't real human skulls unfortunately but I hope you like them all the same. Hope you have a great day and I can't wait to hear more from you and the rest of 86!

- Sumire'

Lastly, the final gift, which wasn't as big as the first two, revealed to be a lingerie set and a bottle of fine, hard whiskey. This one came with a card as well.

'Happy Birthday, Darling~

How wonderful that our birthdays are so close to one another, I would do something more special but I imagine our little get together a few days ago is still fresh in your memory, hehe! But here's a token of my appreciation for you, who knows, perhaps I might see you again and if you happen to wear this little piece, well, it would make me very happy to say the least.

Best wishes, hun~

- Lola'

Happy Birthday Meari! ❤

Later...

"You said that Sumire-girl sent this to you?" Iris asked to Meari, who was busy hanging up the skeleton chandelier in the music studio in her mansion.

"For the hundredth millionth time, Iris, fucking yes!" Meari answered, yelling down at her friend from atop the ladder she was on.

"Hey, don't fucking yell at me, bitch!" Iris shouted back. "I was just asking a question."

"And it's a question you done asked about five fucking times already!" Meari argued, before pointing to the chandelier.

"Yes, Sumire sent me this badass chandelier, 'Pretty Boy' sent me that speaker I need to finish setting up, and Lola sent me that lingerie set and that liquor... which Ren better not be fucking drinking, by the way!"

Glaring down at her bass guitarist, who was busy indulging himself with the bottle of whiskey, Meari sighed as Ren, put his hands up in peace, silently promising not to drink anymore.

"It's definitely badass!" Jo shouted, appearing out of nowhere, as she stared at the chandelier, which Meari just finished. "Sumire-chan has good awesome taste!"

"Damn straight, Jo." Meari said, staring up at her work, as the chandelier slowly twirled around, adding a very macabre feel to the entire room.

"Well, as good as the chandelier is," Johnny Zan said, walking up to the trio, smoking. "I'm more interested in that bottle of whiskey. Can we drink some before Ren finishes it all?"

"I'm fucking down for that." Iris said, smirking.

"Same!" Jo agreed.

"You pricks do know Lola gifted that shit to me, and only me, right?" Meari said, scowling at her bandmates.

"Stop being fucking greedy and share!" Iris yelled.

"...You all are so fucking lucky I love you." Meari growled, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Go get some shot glasses, before I change my fucking mind."

Obeying, Jo quickly ran to the nearby liquor cabinet and pulled out several shot glasses for all of the members. Sighing once more, the frontwoman of the band, poured a moderate amount of liquor in each one, completely emptying the bottle. Afterwards, Ren silently raised a glass, which was mimicked by the rest of the band. Clinking their glasses together, the group quickly down their glasses, before letting the festivities continue.

"Now that is how you fucking celebrate."

[spotjardin]

Que faire au jardin du lundi 2 au dimanche 8 septembre 2024

Programme pour la semaine du lundi 2 au dimanche 8 septembre Vous y trouverez tous les renseignements nécessaires, et si besoin n’hésitez pas à poser vos questions en commentaire afin d’avoir des précisions supplémentaires. Jour fruits

Plantez des fraisiers Au jardin potager Continuez à planter des fraisiers. Au verger Effeuillez les pommiers et les poiriers afin que les fruits soient mieux exposés à l'ensoleillement. Taillez les pêchers et les abricotiers en supprimant les rameaux ayant fructifié en prenant soin de conserver 2 rameaux en remplacement à leur base. Commencez à préparer le sol pour vos prochaines plantations d'arbres fruitiers dans le courant du mois de septembre voire octobre. Lundi 2 septembre Jour fruits

Taillez les abricotiers Au jardin potager Continuez à planter des fraisiers. Au verger Effeuillez les pommiers et les poiriers afin que les fruits soient mieux exposés à l'ensoleillement. Taillez les pêchers et les abricotiers en supprimant les rameaux ayant fructifié en prenant soin de conserver 2 rameaux en remplacement à leur base. Commencez à préparer le sol pour vos prochaines plantations d'arbres fruitiers dans le courant du mois de septembre voire octobre. mardi 3 septembre Jour racines

Récoltez du navet Au jardin potager Récoltez les carottes, les navets, les radis, les céleris-raves, les betteraves et les rutabagas suivant vos besoins. Récoltez également les derniers oignons et les dernières pommes de terre. Arrachez les échalotes et l'ail à condition que le feuillage soit complètement sec. Laissez tout ce petit monde sécher au soleil pendant quelques jours. Ensuite, stockez-les dans un local sec, aéré, frais et lumineux. Sachez que l'obscurité favorise la germination. Plantez des poireaux d'hiver. Éclaircissez tous vos légumes-racines. Jardin d'agrément Divisez vos bulbes et vos plantes vivaces à rhizomes comme par exemple le crocus, le muscari, le cyclamen, le glaïeul, la tulipe, l'hémérocalle, le dahlia et l'iris. mercredi 4 septembre Jour Lune descendante

Évitez de jardiner ce jour-là Nœud lunaire Nœud lunaire Évitez de jardiner ce jour-là. jeudi 5 septembre Jour racines

Récoltez de la carotte Au jardin potager Récoltez les carottes, les navets, les radis, les céleris-raves, les betteraves et les rutabagas suivant vos besoins. Récoltez également les derniers oignons et les dernières pommes de terre. Arrachez les échalotes et l'ail à condition que le feuillage soit complètement sec. Laissez tout ce petit monde sécher au soleil pendant quelques jours. Ensuite, stockez-les dans un local sec, aéré, frais et lumineux. Sachez que l'obscurité favorise la germination. Plantez des poireaux d'hiver. Éclaircissez tous vos légumes-racines. Au jardin d'agrément Divisez vos bulbes et vos plantes vivaces à rhizomes comme par exemple le crocus, le muscari, le cyclamen, le glaïeul, la tulipe, l'hémérocalle, le dahlia et l'iris. vendredi 6 septembre Jour racines

Récoltez les dernières pommes de terre Au jardin potager Récoltez les carottes, les navets, les radis, les céleris-raves, les betteraves et les rutabagas suivant vos besoins. Récoltez également les derniers oignons et les dernières pommes de terre. Arrachez les échalotes et l'ail à condition que le feuillage soit complètement sec. Laissez tout ce petit monde à sécher au soleil pendant quelques jours. Ensuite, stockez-les dans un local sec, aéré, frais et lumineux. Sachez que l'obscurité favorise la germination. Plantez des poireaux d'hiver. Éclaircissez tous vos légumes-racines. Au jardin d'agrément Divisez vos bulbes et vos plantes vivaces à rhizomes comme par exemple le crocus, le muscari, le cyclamen, le glaïeul, la tulipe, l'hémérocalle, le dahlia et l'iris. samedi 7 SEPTEMBRE Jour fleurs

Bouturez le rosier Au jardin d'agrément Bouturez le rosier, le fuchsia ainsi que des arbustes à floraison printanière tels le forsythia, le lilas et le seringat. Plantez des bulbes à floraison printanière précoces comme par exemple la jonquille ainsi que des plantes vivaces achetées en godets. Repiquez les plantes bisannuelles que vous avez semées à la fin de la saison printanière. Divisez ou plantez des pivoines herbacées. Effectuez une taille légère sur la lavande, le romarin et la santoline. Taillez les rosiers non remontants en réduisant d' 1/3 la ramure défleurie. Dans le sud de la France, rabattez court les plantes vivaces défleuries. Au jardin potager Dans les régions méridionales, plantez des œilletons d'artichauts. dimanche 8 septembre Je rappelle que les jours prévus par le calendrier lunaire seront pour que vous ayez une idée des périodes de plantation ou de semis car vous devrez faire face aux variations climatiques (pluie, neige, Etc..). Ceci pour vous dire que vous serez obligé parfois de déroger au calendrier lunaire pour cause de mauvais temps.

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[icybreaths]

|| Big 3 + Venus as color swatches ||

[sanguinesky-if]

Sanguine Sky

DEMO [Public] [Updated 11/05/2024] genres: romance, modern-fantasy, supernatural, mystery, dark-fantasy.

Sanguine Sky is a work-in-progress modern dark-fantasy interactive novel. The story is heavily focused on romance, characters, and relationships.

The story rated 18+, contains mature and distressing content that may be triggering to certain individuals. It is recommend to check the full list of warnings before you proceed to the story. Please exercise caution and take care of yourself.

Word count [Public]: 96k [excl. code] | 116k words [incl. code] Word count [Patreon]: 180k [excl. code] [Updated 09/11/2024]

You are a detective, tasked with investigating mysterious murders that have taken place in your normally quiet and peaceful hometown, Fallenmor. 

With two victims confirmed already, the initial one being your former mentor, Detective Bergmann, the situation couldn't seem more dire. Or so you thought until you received the news of another body, a possible third victim, discovered at the police station. In your very own office. 

An accident, a mere coincidence, a straightforward warning, a looming threat, or something entirely else… Whatever is happening, you feel it affecting you, awakening something both significantly familiar and distinctly foreign inside of you.

If only you knew that this was just the beginning… Things could have been different. 

But back then, in your ignorance, your singular concern lay with a pressing question: if you failed to find the murderer, who would become the next victim?

➤ Play as male, female, non-binary or trans; straight, gay, or bisexual.

➤ Customize your appearance and shape your personality.

➤ Take on the role of a detective, immerse yourself in the work of the police station.

➤ Embrace the mystery of your existence, or reject that inner sight of you.

➤ Seven romance options to choose from. Select their gender, be shy or bold, or focus on your goal without pursuing anyone.

All ROs are player-sexual and gender-selectable [M/F].

Kyle / Keira Moreno

Your colleague, a police inspector, and one of the rudest people you have ever met. Sharp and stern, K is surprisingly perceptive, and they use it to really see you. The good, the bad. Everything. Appearance: icy blue eyes, dark red hair, very pale skin.

Alexis 'Lex / Lexie' Conlan

Your best friend, and also your former partner from times when you were just a patrol officer. With a heart of gold and an approachable attitude, L always chooses you over the others. Appearance: forest green eyes, copper hair, beige freckled skin.

Morgan Schoivell

Your other colleague, a highly-skilled lab technician. M is rather reserved when it comes to emotions, and after almost a year of working together, M is still a walking mystery for you. Appearance: dark brown eyes, ash blonde hair, light skin.

Roderick / Rebecca Reyes

The commanding agent of the Criminal Investigative Division (CID) team sent to catch the killer. Overbearing and ruthless, R has their own way of getting things done. Appearance: gray eyes, blonde hair, pale skin.

Theodore 'Theo' / Theresa 'Tess' Vazquez

Another member of the CID team. With a cocky smile, T is full of flirts and sneering comments, regardless of the occasion. T has no doubts about what they want and isn't afraid to vocalize it. Appearance: dark green eyes, black curly hair, rich brown skin.

Isaac / Iris Brailsford

I looks the most mature and approachable of CID's fellow agents. Looks can be deceiving, though. Working behind the scene and watching from afar, I carries all the scars within. Appearance: hazel eyes, dark brown hair, olive skin.

Sebastian / Selena Goldstein

Someone new and temporary, S has a velvety voice and a perfect smile that doesn't reach their eyes. You're not sure if your paths will cross in the future, but something tells you S can't be trusted. Appearance: black eyes, long black wavy hair, bronze skin.

Other notable characters:

Your twin-sister: Your sweet, kind, caring, and gentle twin sister. She always tries to be there for you, and show how much she appreciates you, no matter what. Chief of Police, Kendrick Nash: Your boss, who is not handling his job so well after the recent death of his husband, Klemens Bergmann. Detective Klemens Bergmann: Police chief's husband, who happened to be a senior detective and your mentor. He was the first victim, murdered under mysterious circumstances.

A full list of warnings is available in the demo before beginning of the story. I recommend to check it before you proceed to reading.

Links: DEMO | CoG Forum | Q&A | Romance | Tags & Links | Patreon | Ko-Fi | Error Reports |

Thank you for your interest ♥

[brayneworms]

i'll fetch you anything you like.

featuring. aki hayakawa x gn!reader

content. MDNI, smut, riding, begging, crying, smoking, light masochism, burning (reader puts a cigarette out on aki), mild codependency, pet names (loverboy, darling), gender neutral reader, agab not mentioned, sub!aki + dom!reader, a little angst, pining, kissing, vague love confessions.

word count. 3.2k

synopsis. aki's smoking is a nasty habit, but you're certain you can get him to quit. also, aki pines.

notes. minors don’t interact. anyways how’s this for a first post ( totally normal abt aki hayakawa )

Aki Hayakawa is an orphan in every sense of the word.

Literally being the one most people associate him with, but—Aki comes to a realisation when he's maybe thirteen or fourteen that the word runs deeper than that. It's not as if your entire life is defined by your relationship with your parents, after all; even people who have ones that are alive become something other than offspring in their life. Husband, brother, uncle, father. But orphan sticks, no matter how many people you fill your life up with to replace the parents you lost. Aki thinks there is something in the word that rings of loneliness; he could father a hundred children, become grandfather to two hundred more, gain friends and a partner, and still he would be Aki Hayakawa, orphan.

Alone.

"That's a bad habit."

Aki's fingers don't pause in their ministrations, thumb pressing down on the jut of the lighter as it zips to life. The cherry of his menthol cigarette glows in the blue-dark of the office. The sky outside the thin window is pale with the gloaming, and he breathes a haze of gritty smoke over it, sullying the view.

You've made yourself at home on his desk, legs swinging leisurely. You must be cold in only his work-shirt and boxers that cling to your hips and thighs. You watch him passively, head cocked.

"One of my least dangerous ones," he intones, which is true enough for a man who has three years to live at most.

"Oh? What tops the list?"

Aki eyes you serenely. "I dunno if you've heard, but I work for this place called the Public Safety Division."

Your laughter breaks the delicate quiet like a flock of birds taking off from a tree. "Put it out. I hate the smell."

Aki's dark brows crinkle. "I'm not wasting a perfectly good cigarette. If it bothers you so much, eat it."

"Eat it? You freak."

"At least then someone's getting something out of it."

You hop from the desk, yawning. In the dim light that is starting to grow just a little brighter, Aki can see the beginnings of bruises on your throat and collarbone, vanishing in an ugly rainbow trail down to the hastily-down buttons of his work shirt. Your socked feet pad along the threadbare carpet on your way over to him, and Aki inhales deeply. Maybe if there's enough smoke in his lungs it will encourage him not to breathe; that way, he won't do that god-forsaken embarrassing thing he does when you get close. His heart stutters, and it makes his breath hitch audibly. The worst part is you seemed to be goddamn attuned to it—there seems to be little you like more than knowing you have an effect on him.

Aki doesn't stop you when your fingers come up to encircle his cigarette, brushing his as you pluck it gently from between his lips. He hates that even the smallest kiss of your skin against his still sends liquid lightning zipping through him, like he's that seventeen-year-old he was when he met you, the one full of spite and anger who hadn't been held since his mother died.

You pull the cigarette away, still lit; the butt glows red and angry between your delicate hold, gleams in the reflection of your eyes. When Aki meets them, he feels his mouth go dry; your pupils are large and black, engulfing iris, barely blinking as you look up at him.

"Bet I can make you quit," you say.

Aki snorts. "Better men than you have tried."

"Anything can be unlearned," you counter smoothly. "All bad habits go away with a little punishment."

Aki feels his heartbeat quicken, tries not to let the way that one word sets his blood alight show on his face. "Hm," he says noncommittally, but frustratingly, he doesn't think he's fooled you for a second.

Your serene smile curved into something sharp as easily as breathing. "Gimme your hand."

And Aki does, though he knows where this is going. You turn his hand over gently at the wrist, leaving it palm-up, fingers splayed in your grip. You hold him so gently it makes him shiver. Carefully, slowly—Aki thinks, giving him much time to pull away—you raise the burning end of the cigarette and plant it in the centre of his pale palm, a stinging kiss. Aki hisses, grits his teeth, but dutifully doesn't move even as his hand twitches involuntarily at the contact. Just as tears start to needle at his eyes, you twist the butt and pull away, leaving a shallow pool of grey ash, a black soot mark, and a stinging red welt like a patch of burning leaves.

His eyes are glued to the masterpiece you've made of his boring skin. The burn throbs unpleasantly, but something low and hot has come alive in his abdomen at the lingering kiss of pain. It satiates something inside him just smoking the thing could never hope to touch. He likes the futility of feeding himself his own death, sure—makes him feel like he has marginally more control over it, despite what the Curse Devil might have to say about it. This sort of pain is different; it goes straight for the gullet, and it makes it all the more sweet that it's you doing it.

A stupid, lonely part of Aki—orphan—wants to believe you're doing this because you care for him. Because you want him to live as long as possible. The grown, cynical man he supposes he's become thinks you must be just as fucked up as he is. It doesn't really matter either way; Aki's loved you for years, and he's astonished he's even gotten this far with you, and he'll take anything you deign to give him, pleasure or pain because it's all sort of the same to him anyway.

You unscrew a bottle of drinking water and hold it over your discarded blazer, soaking the lapel before pressing it to the burn. Aki grunts, eyebrows knitting up as a strange cocktail of relief and pain throbs slowly through his body. Your hands holds the wet fabric over his one, like a ribcage encasing a beating heart. Oh, Aki would let you hold his heart in your hands, and who cares what you decided to do with it? It's hardly his business; it belongs to you anyway.

He leans in to kiss you, gets close enough to brush his lips against yours and feel his pupils dilate before you turn your head, ducking. Aki feels his heart stutter anxiously as you turn your serene face up to him.

"Hate the taste," you say.

Aki frowns. "I barely smoked it for thirty seconds."

"It lingers."

Aki isn't stupid; this is part of the punishment. And the goddamn annoying part is that it's working. Even as you take his other hand to hold the soaking blazer against his burn and turn away, every fibre in his body wants to stop you. Turn you back around, pin you against the wall, swallow any complaints with his lips. He wants to make you melt against him, wants to melt himself under you in that way you always manage to do to him. He likes feeling like he doesn't have to think with you; just await whatever comes next, pain or pleasure, and he'll take it because it's you.

But Aki doesn't move. He's not a problem dog. He stands quietly and nurses his burn, tracking you with his eyes as you re-dress yourself, his shirt tucked into your slacks, tie wound through the collar, work boots laced up to the ankle.

"I gotta run home and shower," you say, tugging your blazer on. "I'll see you back here in, like, an hour."

Aki nods. "Okay."

The grin you flash him is little more than poisonous; it makes it heart skip a beat. "How's your burn?"

He swallows around a dry throat, holding your stare with a touch of timidity. "What burn?"

Delight shivers over your expression like wind ruffling a field of grass, and you stride the length of the cramped office and kiss him. Aki grunts, rendered thoughtless the moment your mouth touches his, your hands in his collar and his hair; his hands go slack, blazer fluttering to the ground, and the welt on his palm stings horribly when his hands come up to latch around your shoulders and neck. He pulls you closer, a little frantic, and he has barely a moment to reflect on how worrying it is that he's this desperate for your touch after being denied only once, but before he can think to dwell on it you're parting your lips and he's tugged your body flush against his own. He's so close he could drown in you. For a moment, he wants to.

Far too soon, you pull away. You're delighted. "Good," you murmur, and he hates how his heart leaps into his throat. "You're so good, Aki."

His face is on fire. "I'm not a dog," he manages.

"Sure you are," you say matter-of-factly. "And I'm Pavlov. I'll break that nasty habit of yours if it's the last thing I do. Give you something else to focus on. Okay?"

Aki licks his dry lips. "You can try," he says hoarsely, hoping it doesn't sound as much like an invitation as he thinks it does. The impish smile you give him implies he's shit out of luck.

Aki is in hell.

He knows this, because every time the two of you have hooked up since your little conversation in his office, he hasn't been allowed to kiss you if you detect even a whiff of smoke on his breath. It's killing him a little, to be honest. Fucking without kissing just feels wrong. It makes him forget it's you, sometimes, his vision of you sliding out of focus 'till you could be just anyone. And Aki doesn't fuck just anyone. He fucks people he loves.

He loves you. But he can't have you. And he can't even kiss you so he can pretend he has you, if only for a minute. It's just fucking, a tumble of sweating limbs and gasps and grunts, of a thrilling cocktail of pleasure and pain and almost-confessions bitten back at the last second, hidden in the crook of your neck.

Your shitty wooden headboard creaks into the shitty thin bedroom wall, and Aki spends a moment in lucidity to send a silent apology to your neighbours. One arm braces against the wood, flexing with every fast jerk of his hips, and you're under him, eyes clenched shut and meeting his thrusts in a way that has Aki wondering why anyone could think being on top had to mean being in control. He's oiled to your machine, matching the rhythm of your hips and trying not to drown as your back arches up from the sweat-damp sheets, stomach curving into his, one arm holding fast around his neck.

You feel so good he could cry. Not that that would be an irregular occurrence, or anything—he'd practically sobbed the first time you fucked, and back then you'd been all fluttering concern, stopping even though he tried to sputter please, Christ, don't stop, I'll die if you stop, please. He supposes you're kind, in your own way. You'd stroked away his tears and kissed his damp face.

"Aki," you groan, bringing him forcefully back to the present; his dark bangs dangle in his eyes as he looks down at you, mouth agape and head cloudy. "Wh-what's got you so wound up?"

As if you don't know. Aki grits his teeth.

Your hand makes patterns on the damp nape of his neck as his rolling hips slow, as he breathes deep to try and regain a semblance of his dignity. "Loverboooy," you croon up at him, your free hand gripping at the junction between his hip and thigh. Aki grimaces; he hates that nickname. "Talk to me."

Aki glares at you. "You know—I want—you know. St-stop it."

He whimpers somewhere high in his throat as your body tightens around him, free hand coming up to scrub down his face. "D-don't!"

"Sorry, sorry," you laugh. "I'm sorry. Why don't you tell me what you want? Maybe I'm feeling nice."

It feels like a trap, like luring his feelings into the light just to snap a bear trap over them. But Aki wants, he yearns so deeply and desperately that he's just about willing to risk it. "Want to kiss you."

Your eyes gleam. "Do you?" you ask, as if this is news to you.

His arms shake. "Please."

God, he's pathetic. He's so used to being in control, to tailoring every facet of his life meticulously, grooming and tidying and cleaning. He knows the exact amount of calories he should eat per day. He puts his shoes on a rack so he never tracks mud onto the tatami mats. His shower utensils are organised in the order he uses them—shampoo, conditioner, face-wash, scented gel. He likes being in control. He thinks, anyway. You make him reevaluate. You make him reevaluate an awful lot.

You toss your head back against the pillows; you have the audacity to laugh. "Saw you smoking earlier," you tell him, and Aki's stomach goes cold. "Mm... full pack, too. A new one? When'd you buy that."

"Th-that was hours ago." And it's true; when Aki learns you're coming over, he puts his cigarettes in a locked draw and puts the key somewhere difficult to reach. "It won't still taste. I've eaten. I brushed my teeth."

That's just good manners.

"It's the principle of the thing, loverboy," you say, and your hand comes up to his chest and rolls him over. Aki gapes, whining at the loss of contact only to choke on his own voice as you sling a leg over his hips and slide him back into you. Your nails scrape red railroads down the pale skin of his sternum at the stretch, and Aki watches, mesmerised as you start to move, the flex of the muscles in your thighs, the vein bulging in your throat as you toss your head back. He wants to be all over you, a hand on your neck feeling your pulse go berserk for him, his teeth in your skin as proof he was there, nose buried in your hair, dirty and rough and the exact opposite of the way he usually wants you. That is—soft and kind, romantic, slow and heady as syrup.

He wants kisses that taste like tears, whispered confessions into bedsheets. He wants, painfully, the constant assurance he can never ask for. I love you. I love you. Oh, Aki, I love you.

"Kiss me," he gasps instead, writhing against the bedsheets, head thrown back at the brutal pace you set him. He's so close, teeth gritting and muscles locking up but without a kiss it feels cold and incomplete. "Please, please, kiss me, please—"

"You're a brat, Aki," you hiss, and Aki's heart twitches in his chest; he can hear his pulse in his skull. "You ignore the one rule I gave you, and you still think you get to ask for what you want?"

"It's a bullshit rule," he snaps. "I—I can't just, hah, I can't j-just turn it, off, oh, fuck—"

"You okay?" you ask in a fleeting moment of mercy. Aki's eyebrows knit up. "Am I—is it too much?"

Aki shakes his head. "I'm okay," he mumbles pitifully. "I'm close."

"I know, darling," you murmur. "It's okay. I'm gonna give you what you want. And you're gonna give me what I want. Deal?"

"I—I..." Aki chews the inside of his cheek till copper floods his mouth. "I'll try? I'll try, I swear."

You still for a moment. "You mean that?"

Aki nods frantically. "Yes, I—if that's what you want, anything, anything you want, please..."

The beam that breaks out on your face is a million watts. "Aki," you breathe, and finally you lean forward 'till your chest brushes his. Aki can't breathe, transfixed by every swoop of your eyelash and chap in your lip as you lean close. When you speak, you're so close that your lips brush his, and he has to keep every muscle taut to stop himself leaning forward and closing the gap. "Aki, I want you to live a long, happy life. You get that, right? Why I'm doing this?"

He feels his stomach flip, can barely comprehend the words through his dazed mind. His glazed eyes follow you, thunderstruck. "What—what d'you mean?"

"I care about you," you murmur. "I want you to live as long as possible. Want you to stick around with me."

With you? It's a wonder his heart doesn't explode. For a fleeting moment, there exists a future beyond the Gun Fiend, beyond Denji and Power and Nyako, one where he can love you freely. Tears needle at his eyes. It all seems so impossible.

Aki forgets himself, surges up to capture your mouth, but you turn at the last second, planting a kiss to his cheek before focusing on his jaw, his ear, capturing the lobe between your teeth and sucking gently as your hips resume their rhythm. You're faster now, gasping for breath, Aki's hands sliding over the skin of your hips and torso for a lifeline. You tongue at the cords in his neck, the shell of his ear and the sensitive divot just underneath till he's squirming.

Your hands are everywhere—scraping nails across his twitching abdomen, running up the valley between his pecs, tweaking a nipple and pulling. And Aki groans and gasps, every hint of pain from your lovely hands sending him rocketing closer towards the edge. Tears bead at his lashline.

"'M close," he gasps again.

"That's okay, loverboy," you say sweetly, words buzzing against the skin of his throat, and Aki shudders, arching impossibly closer to you. He can feel every nerve in his body sawed open and set alight, impossibly sensitive, boiling with love, and as he comes he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a hoarse cry. Two lone tears streak down his flushed cheeks.

You're not far behind, and Aki wouldn't dream of pulling out, so he squirms and gasps and whines with the prickling of overstimulation as you chase your own high. "Sorry—fuck—you okay?"

"I'm, I'm good," Aki whines. He cracks one steely blue eye open. It stands out against his red skin; he's so flushed as to look sunburnt.

"'M almost, fuck, almost there. Hang on for me?"

Aki raises shaking hands to grip your hips in answer. You laugh between pants, baring down at him.

"That's my boy."

You don't kiss him when you finish, but it's alright. You flop down beside him, taking in deep lungfuls of air, nuzzling your lips to the salt-sweat cooling on his chest. Usually, round about now, Aki would roll to reach his bedside cabinet where his open pack of cigs lay in wait. The lighter is right beside him, open and tempting. He can almost hear the flick of it, the zip of the flame bursting to life, the sizzle of the cherry scorching beneath that controlled flame. The grit of smoke in his mouth and down his throat, emptying his lungs of fresh air.

The pack goes untouched. Aki winds an arm around your shoulders and holds you close, your cheek against his thudding heart.

You don’t kiss him, but it’s alright.

Aki’s not a problem dog.

He's going to earn it.

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[music-tourney]

All songs have been chosen for the 90s music tourney

Lithium by Nirvana

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill

Ironic by Alanis Morrisette

She don't use Jelly by Flaming Lips

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

What's Up by 4 non blondes

Peaches by Presidents of the United States

Criminal by Fiona Apple

Bitch by Meredith Brooks

Good Riddance (Time of your Life) by Green Day

… Baby One More Time by Britney Spears

Sober by TOOL

Breakfast at Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something

Wonderwall by Oasis

Love Fool by The Cardigans

baby got back by sir mix-a-lot

whatta man by salt n peppa

No Scrubs by TLC

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) by They Might Be Giants

Losing my Religion by REM

Fem in a Black Leather Jacket by Pansy Division

No Rain by Blind Melon

Friday I'm in Love by The Cure

Mr. Jones by Counting Crows

Californication by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Tubthumping by Chumbawamba

Zombie by Cranberries

Smooth By Santana Ft. Rob Thomas

One Week by Barenaked Ladies

Semi Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind

Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer

All Star by Smash Mouth

Buddy Holly by Weezer

My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion

Genie in a Bottle By Christina Aguilera

Barbie Girl by Aqua

Spice up your life by Spice Girls

Steal My Sunshine By Len

Cannonball by the Breeders

Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve

What is Love By haddaway

Follow you down by Gin Blossom

Freedom by George Michael

Nothing Compares to You by Sinead o Connor

Around the World by Daft Punk

Laid by James

Possum Kingdom by Toadies

Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger

Only Happy When it Rains by Garbage

Bullet with Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins

Sunny Came Home by Shawn Colvin

Pepper by Butthole Surfers

Mother Mother by Tracy Bonham

Tim I wish you were born a girl by of Montreal

Voodoo by Godsmack

Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega

Livin La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Just a Girl by No Doubt

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

California Live by Tupac

I will Always Love you by Whitney Houston

Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman

Good Day by Ice Cube

Gin and Juice by Snoop Dogg

Dragula by Rob Zombie

My Name is by Eminem

You Get What You Give by New Radicals

No Diggity by Blackstreet

Loser by Beck

pretty fly (for a white guy) by the offspring

What's my Age Again by Blink-182

I want it that way by the Backstreet Boys

Intergalactic By the Beastie Boys

Two Princes by Spin Doctor

Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine

Girls and Boys by Blur

Where is my mind by the Pixies

Closing Time by Semisonic

Creep by Radiohead

Say My Name by Destiny's Child

Jump Around by House of Pain

Check the Rhime by A Tribe Called Quest

November Rain by Guns n Roses

The Distance by CAKE

Every You, Every Me by Placebo

The Sign by Ace of Base

Vogue by Madonna

Don't Let Go (Love) by En Vogue

Mm Bop by Hansen

Believe By Cher

Mo Money, Mo Problems by Notorious BIG

Gold Soundz by Pavement

The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) by Missy Elliot

Common People by Pulp

Doll Parts by Hole

Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio

[santaasi]

☾ – smut; ☁︎ - angst; 𖤓 - fluff

JJ MAYBANK

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summary: jj maybank struggled all his life just to finally find his home in your arms (inspired by iris - goo goo dolls)

☁︎ 𖤓 die with the smile – 3.9k

summary: a love once haunted by nightmares finds solace in a sunrise, where promises of healing and hope turn dreams of a future into quiet, steady certainty.

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summary: what are you willing to do for the love of your life?

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summary: left alone in the car, the tension grows by the second… and none of you are ready to resist it

𖤓 moonstruck (x fem!reader) – 2.6k

summary: who could have known that jj maybank would steal your first kiss beneath the stars, all to evade the pursuing police?

justice (fbi!jj maybank) – ongoing

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summary: your first day in the criminal investigation division introduced you to a partner who had already made up his mind — he didn’t like you, and he wasn’t hiding it

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JAMES POTTER

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summary: james potter never thought that the most terrible day of his life could give him a new reason for existing

☾𖤓 moth to a flame (x black!reader) – 3.7k

summary: what could be more forbidden than loving your brother's best friend?

☁︎ yours: forever and always (ex!james potter) – 1.6k

summary: even after betrayal you're still ready to accept James in your heart.

☁︎ waiting for you (x bsf!fem!reader) – 1.4k

summary: loving james potter has become the biggest mistake of your life

↳ stay (part 2) – 1.7k

summary: james potter’s life doesn’t make sense without you.

☁︎ walking in the wind (rockstar!james potter) – 2.4k

summary: when you no longer have the strength to fight, you need to find a light that will help you move on

✧ latest update: 23.11.24 ✧

[girlsdressingrooms]

Iris Barrel Apfel, Decorator and Fashion Stylist

(August 29, 1921 – March 1, 2024) 

Ms. Apfel was one of the most vivacious personalities in the worlds of fashion, textiles, and interior design, she has cultivated a personal style that is both witty and exuberantly idiosyncratic.

Her originality was typically revealed in her mixing of high and low fashions—Dior haute couture with flea market finds, nineteenth-century ecclesiastical vestments with Dolce & Gabbana lizard trousers.

With remarkable panache and discernment, she combines colors, textures, and patterns without regard to period, provenance, and, ultimately, aesthetic conventions. Paradoxically, her richly layered combinations—even at their most extreme and baroque—project a boldly graphic modernity.

Iris Barrel was born on Aug. 29, 1921, in Astoria, Queens, the only child of Samuel Barrel, who owned a glass and mirror business, and his Russian-born wife, Sadye, who owned a fashion boutique.

She studied art history at New York University, then qualified to teach and did so briefly in Wisconsin before fleeing back to New York to work on Women's Wear Daily, and for interior designer Elinor Johnson, decorating apartments for resale and honing her talent for sourcing rare items before opening her own design firm. She was also an assistant to illustrator Robert Goodman.

As a distinguished collector and authority on antique fabrics, Iris Apfel has consulted on numerous restoration projects that include work at the White House that spanned nine presidencies from Harry Truman to Bill Clinton.

Along with her husband, Carl, she founded Old World Weavers, an international textile manufacturing company and ran it until they retired in 1992. The Apfels specialized in the reproduction of fabrics from the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries, and traveled to Europe twice a year in search of textiles they could not source in the United States.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute assembled 82 ensembles and 300 accessories from her personal collection in 2005 in a show about her called “Rara Avis”.

Almost overnight, Ms. Apfel became an international celebrity of pop fashion.

Ms. Apfel was seen in a television commercial for the French car DS 3, became the face of the Australian fashion brand Blue Illusion, and began a collaboration with the start-up WiseWear. A year later, Mattel created a one-of-a-kind Barbie doll in her image. Last year, she appeared in a beauty campaign for makeup with Ciaté London.

Six years after the Met show she started her fashion line "Rara Avis" with the Home Shopping Network.

She was cover girl of Dazed and Confused, among many other publications, window display artist at Bergdorf Goodman, designer and design consultant, then signed to IMG in 2019 as a model at age 97.

Ms. Iris Apfel became a visiting professor at the University of Texas at Austin in its Division of Textiles and Apparel, teaching about imagination, craft and tangible pleasures in a world of images.

 In 2018, she published “Iris Apfel: Accidental Icon,” an autobiographical collection of musings, anecdotes and observations on life and style. 

Ms. Apfel’s apartments in New York and Palm Beach were full of furnishings and tchotchkes that might have come from a Luis Buñuel film: porcelain cats, plush toys, statuary, ornate vases, gilt mirrors, fake fruit, stuffed parrots, paintings by Velázquez and Jean-Baptiste Greuze, a mannequin on an ostrich.

The Museum of Lifestyle & Fashion History in Boynton Beach, Florida, is designing a building that will house a dedicated gallery of Ms. Apfel's clothes, accessories, and furnishings.

Ms. Apfel’s work had a universal quality, It’s was a trend.

Rest in Power !

[tonytomeo]

'Rosalie Figge'?

Bearded iris should bloom for early spring, not winter. Each of the several bearded iris that I grow have history. Their origins are more significant than their performance. None were merely purchased. I obtained my first, which is actually Dalmatian iris rather than bearded iris, from the garden of my maternal maternal great grandmother when I was about five years old, before I was in…

[vixensbrainrotts]

Hi anonymous here! Can congrats on your milestone🍾🎊🎉 i was wondering if you could do a smiley or if you don’t do smiley baji with a sukeban (female delinquent) reader with the her beating them in a fight

Rock your world - Nahoya Katawa

Content: ask- based

Warnings: a fight scene (obviously)

Summary: Oh how wrong Nahoya was when he thought that you were a weak opponent...

Vixen's two cents: Omg yes theres way too little Katawa content out there it pains me! Also sorry for responding to this so late I just really couldn't decide on how to frame this one ughhh. fight scenes are hard to write comprehensively... Anyway thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Smiley thought that this would have been a quick little situation.

He'd thought that he could play and tease you a little too much and then get away with it: as he always does. Why wouldn't he? You caught his eye and he was in a good mood. What would stop him? But when you challenged him to a fight, his smile faltered a little. You kept up with him and his sarcastic jabs, even dishing out your own without batting an eyelash.

He denied the fight at first, thinking of the moral that Mikey had set up and was fiercely loyal to. If he were to go against his leader's words, it was sure to warrant repercussions. You noticed his reluctance and pointed it out, calling out to both his division and your friends who were standing beside, watching.

Elicited by your silver-tongued taunts and encouraging hollers from the by-standing audience, he rid himself of his jacket and took off his rings. Then it began. He wasn't all too serious at first, giving you some leeway as he weaved your advances, staying defensive. He had to hand it to you: despite being a girl, you were among the best opponents he's had so far, judging by your sharp, controlled movements, and your almost perfect form.

"Come on, you're not scared of me, are ya?" You started teasing him when you noticed how passive he had been throughout the fight. Bouncing on your heels a little you spurred him on, taking an upper had in the dynamic present.

"Listen, I don't hit girls." Smiley's voice was, whilst still teasing, a bit sharper, a bit deeper, loyal to the codex that Mikey had set up which he had devoted himself to (for the most part).

"Neither do I." you answered, without missing a beat.

That's when the codex flew out the window and Smiley decided he had to lock in. The signature smile widened and he rolled his shoulders back and stretched his fingers out before clutching them into tight fists again.

"Alright. Your choice." he said under his breath, just about loud enough for you to hear.

He moved towards you quick, fists aiming straight for your head, forcing you to take a more defensive stance. Miraculously you dodged and weaved all of his punches, and the only time he managed to snag you was a weak roundhouse punch that you blocked with your forearm.

Smiley was growing frustrated with you and your snake-like agility, the way you seemed to be falling into his patterns all too easily. He had to break out of his usual style to throw you off, somehow. He feinted a left jab and pulled through with the right fist, shifting his body to throw his weight into the punch, a sure strike, but nothing hit.

In a split second, you stood next to him on his open side, having dodged his hit. Nahoya's smile dropped as there was a brief moment of eye contact between you two, his hair being tousled by all the action, no longer shrouding his sight.

For the first time, he got a proper look at you up close and realized that next to being one of the strongest opponents he's ever had, you've got to be the prettiest of them all. The way your eyelashes curled, the small specks of color in your iris, the blush that spears across your cheeks from the activity... Nahoya felt his head spin just a little, and he lost focus.

You saw the opportunity and took it. The proximity and the height difference between you two allowed you to reel up for an uppercut, fist coming flying up towards his chin, aiming to deck him upside the jaw for a potential knockout, but Smiley snapped out of his daze faster than you anticipated, flipping his guarding arm down to block your punch.

You falter for a moment, stunned at his reaction time, but manage to regain your fever as you grab his blocking arm and hook your other hand underneath his armpit. Your hand comes to circle his back, digging into his shoulder blade as you step forth, pushing your body to his and shifting your feet to face parallel to your shoulders.

You exhale hard and yank his hand you're holding down, pushing his back, bending him over almost entirely, and with a quick hoist upwards, and support through your legs, you spun him inside down mid-air, pushing onto his chest and smashing him into the floor.

Nahoya can't move, or breathe, or do much of anything right now. He's splayed across the floor like a limp doll, eyes squeezed shut in pain, heaving gasps trying to regain the oxygen he was robbed.

what the fuck was that

He remembers looking at you, and then the next moment the world spinning, which was followed by pain. Never, ever had he engaged in a dual this short, and never, ever had he lost. Nahoya tries hard to move any muscle, but he lies there as if his body isn't his his own.

The small crowd around you two erupts into precarious cheers and whoops, and you indulge the attention. Victoriously, almost provocatively you swing one leg over his body and look down at him, your teeth glinting pretty as you speak. "What happened Devil-boy? I thought you were one of the best? Guess Toman ain't all that, huh?" There was a playful lilt in your voice that made his head spin even harder than it already was.

Nahoya cracks an eye open to look up at you and feels his breath get stuck in his throat again. His friends wolf-whistle as you begin to lower yourself, bending forward to come closer to his face.

"And here I thought we were gonna have some real fun... what a shame..." you sounded almost disappointed as you straightened up and stepped away from him, turning to face your friends again and walking in their direction as they cheered for your victory.

Nahoya's eyes fall shut again and he curses himself for not being able to do anything as he hears one of his squad-members rush next to him.

You spare a last glance over your shoulder, looking at his form once more before turning to leave again. "Come fight me again when you think you can take me properly... I think you were a little out of it today, no?"

Your words echoed in his head, as you left him defeated, pissed, and determined to take you on again. You might have K.O.'ed him today with that batshit move he's never seen before, but he'll get you back. Right then and there he decided that next time, he'll give you his all and fight, and then maybe take you out on a date afterward too?

[spotjardin]

Que faire au jardin du lundi 26 août au dimanche 1er septembre 2024

Le programme pour la semaine du lundi 26 août au dimanche 1er septembre Vous y trouverez tous les renseignements nécessaires, et si besoin n’hésitez pas à poser vos questions en commentaire afin d’avoir des précisions supplémentaires. Jour racines

Semez du rutabaga Au jardin potager Vous pouvez semer du radis de 18 jours, de l'oignon de printemps qui est à repiquer dans le courant du mois d'octobre, du rutabaga, du scorsonère, de la carotte et du navet pour la saison hivernale. Lundi 26 août Jour racines

Semez des carottes Au jardin potager Vous pouvez semer du radis de 18 jours, de l'oignon de printemps qui est à repiquer dans le courant du mois d'octobre, du rutabaga, du scorsonère, de la carotte et du navet pour la saison hivernale. mardi 27 août Jour racines

Semez des betteraves Vous pouvez semer du radis de 18 jours, de l'oignon de printemps qui est à repiquer dans le courant du mois d'octobre, du rutabaga, du scorsonère, de la carotte et du navet pour la saison hivernale. Récoltez les navets, les radis, les betteraves, les carottes, les rutabagas, les céleris-raves en fonction de vos besoins. Récoltez également les dernières pommes de terre et les derniers oignons de couleur à condition que le feuillage soit bien sec. Arrachez les échalotes et l'ail à condition que le feuillage soit bien sec. Laissez-les ressuyer quelques jours au soleil avant de les stocker dans un lieu sec, lumineux, frais et bien aéré. Plantez des poireaux d'hiver. Éclaircissez tous vos semis de légumes-racines. mercredi 28 août Jour fleurs

Divisez l'hémérocalle Au jardin d'agrément Plantez des plantes vivaces achetées en godets. Divisez l'hémérocalle, la pivoine herbacée et l'iris. Repiquez les bisannuelles que vous avez semé à la fin de la saison printanière. Bouturez les rosiers. Dans le sud de la France, taillez assez court les vivaces qui sont défleuries. Taillez légèrement le romarin, la lavande et la santoline. Au jardin potager Si vous habitez dans le sud de la France, plantez des œilletons d'artichauts en ayant pris soin d'enrichir les trous de plantation avec du compost bien décomposé. jeudi 29 août Jour fleurs / feuilles

Divisez le thym Au jardin d'agrément avant 14 heures en jour fleurs Plantez des plantes vivaces achetées en godets. Divisez l'hémérocalle, la pivoine herbacée et l'iris. Repiquez les bisannuelles que vous avez semé à la fin de la saison printanière. Bouturez les rosiers. Dans le sud de la France, taillez assez court les vivaces qui sont défleuries. Taillez légèrement le romarin, la lavande et la santoline. Au jardin potager avant 14h00 en jour fleurs Si vous habitez dans le sud de la France, plantez des œilletons d'artichauts en ayant pris soin d'enrichir les trous de plantation avec du compost bien décomposé. Au jardin potager à partir de 14 heures passage en jour feuilles Divisez la rhubarbe. Éclaircissez les semis de salades. Repiquez d'autres salades. Faites blanchir le céleris-branches. Comptez 15 à 20 jours pour que le blanchiment soit terminé. Blanchissez également les cardons. Cette opération est un peu plus longue que pour les céleris-branches. Comptez 3 à 4 semaines. Continuez le blanchiment des frisées et des scaroles (une dizaine de jours). Récoltez les choux d'été avant qu'ils n'éclatent. Divisez le romarin et le thym. Au jardin d'agrément à partir de 14 heures passage en jour feuilles C'est le bon moment pour débroussailler. Taillez les troènes, les thuyas, les fusains et les buis. Profitez de cette taille pour bouturer ces derniers. Broyez les déchets de taille et étalez-les au pied des haies. En intérieur à partir de 14 heures passage en jour feuilles Rempotez les plantes vertes qui sont à l'étroit dans leurs contenants. vendredi 30 août Jour feuilles

Taillez vos fusains Au jardin potager Divisez la rhubarbe. Éclaircissez les semis de salades. Repiquez d'autres salades. Faites blanchir le céleris-branches. Comptez 15 à 20 jours pour que le blanchiment soit terminé. Blanchissez également les cardons. Cette opération est un peu plus longue que pour les céleris-branches. Comptez 3 à 4 semaines. Continuez le blanchiment des frisées et des scaroles (une dizaine de jours). Récoltez les choux d'été avant qu'ils n'éclatent. Divisez le romarin et le thym. Au jardin d'agrément C'est le bon moment pour débroussailler. Taillez les troènes, les thuyas, les fusains et les buis. Profitez de cette taille pour bouturer ces derniers. Broyez les déchets de taille et étalez-les au pied des haies. En intérieur Rempotez les plantes vertes qui sont à l'étroit dans leurs contenants. samedi 31 AOÛT Jour fruits

Taillez à 3 yeux vos pêchers Au jardin potager Continuez à planter des fraisiers. Au verger Effeuillez les pommiers et les poiriers afin que les fruits soient mieux exposés à l'ensoleillement. Taillez les pêchers et les abricotiers en supprimant les rameaux ayant fructifié en prenant soin de conserver 2 rameaux en remplacement à leur base. Commencez à préparer le sol pour vos prochaines plantations d'arbres fruitiers dans le courant du mois de septembre voire octobre. dimanche 1ER SEPTEMBRE Je rappelle que les jours prévus par le calendrier lunaire seront pour que vous ayez une idée des périodes de plantation ou de semis car vous devrez faire face aux variations climatiques (pluie, neige, Etc..). Ceci pour vous dire que vous serez obligé parfois de déroger au calendrier lunaire pour cause de mauvais temps.

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[barrenclan]

thinking about rainhaze's eyes in the last panel: the same-colored eye with a notable pupil to sclera division seems to be on purpose for either a very specific emotion/set of emotions or something else. but it's specific and counted characters have had it in this comic apart from deer (who seem to have lighter sclera, paler iris and visible pupil) and birds (but the pupil itself isn't seen)

The circular eye rings do indicate a "wildness" or "unhinged" quality to the characters I draw them with, yes. Deer and Hacksaw's eyes are just different, for whatever reason I decided to draw them that way.

Any BarrenClan cat who approached him that day would have died.

Not well, she really cared about him.

No. :( She's still underground. But she probably heard him scream.

[thalialunacy]

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F

Faerie-Touched by Blind_Author

Father by NomdePlume

Fifth Time's the Charm by Eligh

Finally Home by LondonSpirit

Five Times John Talked to Mummy (and one time he didn't) by coloredink

five times sherlock holmes lied to john watson (and one time he finally told the truth) by miss_frankenstein

for all that bitter delights do sour by darcylindbergh

For The Honour Of The Division by flawedamythyst

Forever Turning Corners by DiscordantWords

A Fortuitous Oversight by scribblesinthebyline

Four Times John Watson Didn't Propose, and One Time Sherlock Did by jessevarant

Full Circle by cumberqueer

Full Mount by ArwaMachine

The Fundamental Things Apply by Raina_at

G

Getting On With It by StarlightAndFireflies

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss

Given In Evidence by verityburns

A Glimpse by amaruuk

H

The Heart In The Whole by verityburns

The Heart On Your Sleeve by flawedamythyst

Helpless by ivyblossom

here, our minutes grow hours by the_arc5

Here Be Dragons by Winter_of_our_Discontent

Here We Go Again by disfictional

Here With Me by bodyandsoul

here's to love (here's to us) by trustingno1

High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb

The High Tide Series by stardust_made

Hitting the Water at at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy

Hold You Like a Weapon by MissDavis

Holding Steady by darcylindbergh

Home by liriodendron

Home by Resonant

A Hooligans' Game Played By Gentlemen by scullyseviltwin

House of Light by AlgySwinburne

How Will I Know? by eragon19

I

I meant to say always by OnceSherlock

I'm Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb

If Equal Affection Cannot Be by blueink3

Impossible by scrub456

The Impractical Garden by esplanade

Incidents with Dogs, Curious and Otherwise by DiscordantWords

Indefinite Lines by ArwaMachine

The Infinite Curse Of A Lonely Heart by Potrix

instruction manual not included by JenTheSweetie

An Interpretation of Viewing Habits by akitsuko

Iris by slashscribe

It Feels Like Home When I'm With You by etothepii

It Isn't Strange Until You Think About It by ivyblossom

J

John Watson's Moon by patternofdefiance

Just a Kiss by emmagrant01

Just Transport by kinklock

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[channelinglament]

Self Aware HypMic?

(What kind of rabbit hole I'm falling in?)

It goes as if you did this 2 ways

- You played the game

- You watched the anime/read manga

(If u didn't it's alr tho)

Let's begin!

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'Kay, so game verse and anime/manga verse are kind of different. Even the game name says "alternative rap battle" instead of division rap battle.

(I assume u already know TDD Era and stuff.)

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It was another mundane day of your life. Pillows surrounded your figure, as you flipped pages of the manga (online or not, up to you). Your drink of choice nearby you, ready to be drank and yet, you are too preoccupied with a manga that you recently found out about. This past months, you've been listening to drama tracks, the songs and reading the manga. The storyline is quite complicated in the beginning, but the more you read, the more you understand. You felt so many emotions during the reading process. Sadness, anger, happiness, love. You were so hooked on it.

Unbeknownst to you, figures inside the said manga were having an existenal crisis. Nothing really new to Ramuda, but you get me. The days have been going as they used to. Rap battles went well. Nothing seemed out of place except for the strange feeling. The feeling of being watched. No one understood why did they feel this way. It was not a stalker was it? They became paranoid, until they started hearing voices. Who is it..?

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First ones to become self-aware: Ramuda, Rio, Saburo, Kuko(?), Sasara, Iris, Gentaro, Doppo, Otome.

Everyone finds out or accepts it later, then the characters I listed.

I think some of them hated you, some didn't mind you, while others ignored you. They thought you would leave after a while, and yet, you stay. Why are you watching them?

For some reason they can somewhat feel what you feel towards them. Perhaps their universe is intune with your emotions? Would...would they all die if you stopped liking them?

Their world seems to constantly change as well. Why? Some days you were watching them, and sometimes talking. Other days you..sang along with them? Tried to help them sing better? Helped them during some battles..? (Game moments)

It certainly took everyone a good while to warm up to you. Some warmed up quicker than others (Dice and Jiro, they thought you were some guardian angel or something. Like- you're helping them fr)

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I'll expand on this suff and world building later. Now, let's move on.

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(I may write for Secret Aliens, but I don't know them much so idk)

Depending on reader's age, it will be a romantic or platonic piece.

Reader is 18+?

Romantic: Ichiro, Jyushi, Kuko, Jiro(?), Dice, maybe Nemu.

Others are platonic

Reader is 25+?

Romantic: MTC, Hifumi, Doppo, Ramuda, Gentaro, Sasara, Rosho

Others are platonic.

Reader is a teen?

Romantic: Saburo, Jiro.

Everyone else is platonic. Even this, depends entirely on age of the reader. (I have a few 13+ readers, and more 16+ readers)

Reader is 30+?

Romantic: Jakurai, Hitoya

Others are platonic (I don't write for Rei)

I honestly am 15, so I feel more comfortable with characters that aren't older than 20 heh.

Aka Saburo, Jiro, Ichiro, Kuko, Jyushi and etc.

Even tho I stated in 25+ as platonic, I know that ppl who r 25 can date ppl 20+, so yeah, you may specify if romantic or platonic? Tbh I don't know much abt adult relationships sorry.

I don't write for Rei

Also Hifumi warming up to reader depends on gender (We all know why)

Everything else goes by my rules, pinned post :^

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