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stylesthesunflower · 3 days ago
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Modern Aegon is waiting for you under the mistletoe.
I commissioned this piece from the amazing LonelyMagpies who you can find on insta and Ko-fi. She is Modern Aegon CEO.
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grandstarlightmagazine · 2 days ago
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Modern Aegon is waiting for you under the mistletoe.…(Read More)
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ckret2 · 3 months ago
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What's your stance on Ford as a person? Honestly, I believe that for thr majority of canon he is a bad person. But I believe he grew. Still not great though XD
(Love him anyways obvs)
I disagree entirely! I think he's equally as good a person as any of the other main cast.*
*Except Mabel, who, as we all know, is always right about everything.**
(**This is a lighthearted joke. For the love of god, I don't want Mabel discourse in my inbox.)
His biggest sins in the show:
After telling his brother that he was thinking about changing their shared life plans, and then discovering that his brother had gone to the high school that night for no good reason and gone to the science fair for no good reason and messed around near Ford's science project for no good reason and broke it and didn't tell Ford about it... Ford believed Stan did it intentionally and held a grudge for it. You know what, it WOULD be pretty damn hard to believe it was an accident.
Hilariously ill-equipped to cope with Fiddleford's mental health. A guy who responds to "I have anxiety" with "have you tried yoga, it helps me" isn't a bad person, he's clueless. "Character cheerfully enacts a bad idea while a loved one in the background goes NO PLEASE DON'T DO THAT" describes half the episodes of Gravity Falls.
Was successfully manipulated by a professional manipulator into believing his best friend wished him ill. Man, what a terrible person Ford is for being manipulated by a manipulator and saying cruel things to somebody he'd been genuinely convinced was trying to harm him.
??? Didn't say thanks to a guy he was still mad at after the guy fixed a problem he himself had caused. This is a solitary example of stubborn bad etiquette, jesus christ. There's half a dozen different reasons why it makes perfect sense Ford wasn't in the right mindset to feel grateful, this is not something worth indicting his entire character over.
He had high ambitions, which everyone seems to lambast him for, but high ambitions that wouldn't have required doing anybody harm! (Until the professional manipulator started manipulating him into harming the people around him, but we are going to demonstrate some reading comprehension and not blame Ford's underlying morality as a person for things he never would've done if not for Bill's bullying, con artistry, and outright lies.) Like, what is it that he wanted to do with his life? Use his talents to get rich and famous? Shit, that's exactly what Stan wanted to do with his life. It's what Dipper fantasizes about doing with his life. Even Mabel, who thinks about her long-term future the least, dreams big with her art & performances and is already making big money off cheap-ass commissions. What terrible people they all are, for—let me check my notes here—uhhh... unrealistically fantasizing about achieving success in life by doing the things they're good at.
When their dad accuses Stan of lying as a child, Ford puts his entire summer on the line to defend Stan even though he knows Stan is a habitual liar and has no reason to believe Stan is telling the truth this time.
When his new college roommate he barely even knows gets laughed at for proposing an outlandish scientific theory, his first emotion is outrage at this injustice and he drops everything to convince his already-despondent roommate that he was right and help him prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt.
When he moves to a new town, he tries again and again to befriend his new neighbors, and fails not because he's rude or a jerk, but because he's awkward as hell, tells terrible jokes, and sucks at identifying phoenixes.
When Fiddleford gets hurt around him, he cares about it, feels guilty about putting him in that position, doesn't want it to happen again, and tries his best to help even though he's bad at helping.
When he gets kidnapped by a weird holiday folklore creature, he concludes without even thinking about it that he's now in charge of protecting and rescuing the kidnapped kids. Yeah, then he immediately starts hollering at the folklore creature for trying to impose his religious beliefs on Ford and the kids—but like, Ford was right tho, he just had bad timing.
When he discovers that the Northwest family committed atrocities against their poorer neighbors a century ago, his first instinct is to march up to their house, find the first Northwest he can locate, and give them a piece of his mind for it. Like, this won't even FIX anything. He's just THAT OUTRAGED over the injustice.
When he sees what he thinks is a fortune telling fraud conning the people, he attempts to debunk her because he's mad to see someone cheating other people with lies—and when he can't debunk her, he just leaves her alone rather than harass her about it. Typically, if assholes think somebody's doing something wrong but don't have any proof of it and fail to get proof when they look, they decide they're right anyway and keep giving that person shit. Ford doesn't give her shit. That's the opposite of an asshole move.
When he discovers his Portal To Knowledge (And Fame & Fortune) is actually a Portal To Doom (But Still Possibly Fame & Fortune, Maybe Even Godly Power), he isn't tempted for a second to keep working on it anyway. There is no moment where Bill manages to tempt him. No matter what Bill offers, no matter how long Bill offers, never, at ANY point, does Ford have a SECOND of "but what if I did make a deal with the devil?" the way so many heroes in similar situations often do.
You ever notice that? So often moral moments in the show are presented as choices the characters make. Will or won't Dipper give Bill a "puppet" in exchange for knowledge. Will or won't Stan fight a pterodactyl to protect Mabel's pig. Will or won't Mabel hand Bipper the journal. Ford is never given a "will or won't he" moment over Bill's threats, offers of friendship, or offers of infinite power—he steamrolls straight past them without a second of consideration—because, to him, the selfish, cowardly, easy choice ISN'T EVEN AN OPTION. He doesn't even SEE it as making a choice because the possibility of doing the wrong thing is invisible. A character who wavers first before turning Bill down would look more noble for "overcoming" temptation—it's harder to notice just how much stronger Ford's moral compass must be to not even feel temptation in the first place.
Greed and pride never tempt him to join Bill's side. Exhaustion, despair, and fear never tempt him to give up. He bears up under weeks, possibly months of extreme sleep deprivation, physical torture, psychological torture, emotional torture, threats of death, threats of brainwashing, threats to his family. He doesn't hold up so that he can pat himself on the back for being a hero—if that was all it was he would've gone "screw it, this isn't worth it and nobody would know I'm the one who gave up" a week in—he does it because he simply knows it must be done and because he's so isolated (half because of Bill's influence!) that he believes he's the one who must do it, all alone.
Thinking he has to do it by himself isn't egotism or pride; it's helplessness. He thinks no one else stands a chance. He thinks he's alone.
And, when he discovers his Portal To Knowledge is a Portal To Doom, he immediately feels guilty. No trying to deny the situation to protect his ego. No shuffling the blame off to someone else. No "maybe the apocalypse could have a silver lining!" No locking the door and trying to ignore the problem. He blames himself for being fooled—he IMMEDIATELY takes full responsibility for his actions—and he CONTINUES to take responsibility FOR THE NEXT THIRTY YEARS.
He takes more responsibility than is even warranted—he treats himself like he's an idiot for believing in an APPARENT GOD who's been practicing manipulating humans for thousands of years and who had never given Ford reason to believe the portal was anything but what Bill said it was. He beats himself up to no end every single time his past with Bill comes up. He even keeps beating himself up thirty years later when he's shoving warning notes to future readers in Bill's evil unkillable book!
When he falls into the multiverse, he dedicates his entire life NOT to finding a way to rescue himself, but to finding a way to permanently stop the CHAOS GOD who's still at the threshold of destroying Ford's world and countless others. He makes himself a hated criminal in the process, just to stop Bill. He's ready to spend the rest of his life trying to protect a world he doesn't think he'll ever see again. He does it because, as he sees it, somebody has to stand in between the children and the obnoxious folklore cryptid menacing them, and he's the only adult in this damn cave with the skills and knowledge for the job.
When he gets home, he doesn't tell his family about Bill and his quest because he's afraid that doing so will get them involved and endanger them too—and because he's too deeply ashamed of himself and his mistakes to stand the thought of his family knowing about the horrible things he's done (AGAIN, WHILE BEING MANIPULATED BY THE GOD OF MANIPULATION).
He loves his great-niece and great-nephew the second he lays eyes on them; he nevertheless tries to steer away from them to keep them safe from Bill; and yet he caves to the very first temptation to emotionally bond with his great-nephew he gets, because in spite of his noble "keep them safe" intentions, he wants so so badly to be close to his family.
As pissed as he still is at Stan and even though neither of them can look at each other without hissing like cats, he still makes an attempt to start bridging their divide by inviting him to play DD&MD.
When the apocalypse happens, he immediately puts his life on the line to try to kill Bill.
And when he's captured, isn't fazed for a second by Bill's offers or threats... until his family is threatened. The exact thing he'd been trying to avoid & prevent from the very start.
And when he's reunited with Fiddleford, his immediate reaction is to point out that Fiddleford's well within his rights to hate him—which isn't a new revelation, it's not like Ford had to do any soul-searching to reach this conclusion, he'd concluded that 30 years ago the instant he realized Bill had played him and that he'd been lied to about Fiddleford.
And then he tries to kill Bill again.
And then he's ready to sacrifice his own life to kill Bill—and the only reason he doesn't is because he has a metal plate preventing him from making the sacrifice... but, Stan doesn't have a plate. If Ford hadn't had the metal plate, he would have gladly done the exact same thing Stan did—and he would have thought it was right for him and only him to make that sacrifice, because it's VERY clear he feels (and has felt from the start) that this is all his fault and he's obligated to fix it.
Over and over and over, these are Ford's two defining character traits: getting so pissed off at injustice that his common sense shuts off and he goes into terminator mode until he's righted this wrong as best he can, even when he can't actually do anything about it; and feeling like he's Atlas, weighed down with the full responsibility of fixing everything he's done wrong and made to believe that, for everyone else's sake, he has to do it all alone. Even when doing so puts himself in harm's way, even when he has to put his entire life on hold for it, even if it might cost him his life. Scrape off his awkward social skills, his loneliness, his nerdiness, his endless curiosity, his zealous love of the strange, his starry ambitions, his yearning for recognition and success—scrape his personality down to the bone and that's what you're left with. A man who believes in defending the exploited so strongly that it makes him a little stupid.
I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume that you probably don't think Stan's fundamentally a bad person, and that you probably think that isn't even worth questioning. Stan's made a whole career out of swindling people, conning them out of as much money as he possibly can, stealing, lying, committing a long list of goofily-named crimes, and attempting douchy pick-up artistry on women; and to cap it all off, he held the safety of the entire universe hostage to demand a goddamn "thank you." Don't send me any "But he had reasons—" "But it was only to—" I don't need it, I don't want the essay, I'm not arguing that Stan's a bad guy, it's fine.
But. You can look at Stan's moments of cruelty and unkindness, his uncharitable thoughts, his character flaws, and think, "that doesn't define him. He's more than his cruelest moments and worst mistakes. He's imperfect, but he cares so much and his heart's in the right place, and beneath all the flaws his core is good."
And if you can't do the same for Ford, it's not because he's a worse person. It's because we got two seasons with Stan and five and a half episodes with Ford—and while we saw Stan yearning to fish with the kids or encouraging Mabel to whoop Pacifica's butt at minigolf or crying over a black and white period drama or punching zombies to save his family, we only saw Ford at the worst moments in his life and under the stress of a prolonged apocalyptic crisis—and, it so happens, all the moments he was pissed at the guy we spent two seasons learning to love.
Ford's got moments of cruelty and unkindness, uncharitable thoughts, and character flaws. But, at his core, he's a good person, and he always has been, and he still is.
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wisheslost · 7 months ago
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As a writer of Yae Publishing House, you have to visit the shrine for work purposes quite often— and it is on these shrine visits that you came to be even more acquainted with the yashiro commissioner, of whom you were previously known to only as that writer he had bumped into at the Irodori festival, in his sister's words; the most cliché way possible.
cw : mutual pining, friends/strangers to lovers, fluff, reader gets screamed at but its fine its not by ayato, no use of y/n, reader is technically an oc but is never referred to with a name. pls lmk if I should add more!
a/n : ive been meaning to post this but i kept stalling😭 sorry
wc : 5.4k
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Kamisato Ayato is a smart man. The revered head of the Kamisato clan knows all there is to know about what's going on amidst the different commissions in Inazuma, but not a single clue does he have about the feelings you harbour for him, and who knows when he will?
You seldom had the opportunity to go to the shrine, and so, everytime you came down from the shrine, everytime you hurriedly made your way through Chinju forest, you did with the same intention in mind— to see Ayato. It didn't matter if he didn't notice you, just a glimpse of his face made your day better.
One of these very days, Ayato saw you pass, and much to your surprise, invited you in to have tea. In an attempt to be polite, and since you were done with work at the time, you accepted his sweet offer.
And so it continued — each time someone of the estate saw you passing by, they'd invite you in and offer you tea, while you tried your best to decline most of the time, sometimes it was just… not doable. Convincing Thoma was a hard job, but to persuade Miss Furuta to let you go was even more difficult. 
Now, Ayato wasn't always there, sometimes he was out for a meeting or was doing work in his chamber ( the same chamber you found yourself too unimportant to enter, the chamber that felt almost suffocating to you the one time you went in there. ) but even when he was, if he heard of you having came, he'd offer you to tea with the condition that you had to wait till his work was done. You loved his company, so who were you to deny it?
And perhaps that love you had for the time you spent with him turned into the love you had for him. 
You two weren't strangers. No, not at all. You bumped into each other during last year's Irodori festival, and in the most clichesque way ever, all your documents had fallen down, and being the gentleman he was, Ayato helped you pick them up ( obviously !).
Ayato found himself writing you a letter ever so often, and your reply to it that laid there among his official documents was the last to be opened of the day—but not the least, no, it was a way for him to conclude his day positively, or so he had told you. And as you two grew closer, you only found it easier to share your work with him, snippets of something you wrote that you were somewhat proud of , but that didn't make it into the published version of the story, a verse from a poem you gave up on writing, anything you thought he would like— you sent him, and eagerly waited for his reply. 
You'd read him some of your poetry time to time— each time you came by his castle of a house, and each time he simply stared at you until you finished, and would then ask you why you used a certain metaphor to describe a certain thing, to which you'd happily answer, or commend you for having thought of something in such a different way, and at the end, he'd pass a rather funny comment, even if unintentionally, such as one like "I want this framed on my wall." to which you could do nothing but laugh, while he simply gazed at the beauty the sky harboured, seemingly deep in thought. Why he always did that, you did not know, and you could only wonder, what exactly did he think of each time?
Is showing your unpublished work to someone outside the Yae Publishing House breach of contract? No... Well, not exactly. You had agreed to abstaining from showing anyone anything that has to do with your unpublished literary pieces, but you knew the publishing house wasn't ever going to publish the poems you wrote on your own. They would say things like the topic's too vague, the metaphors don't make sense, and that the writing didn't flow, whatever that meant. So, what you wrote for the publishing house was what they demanded from you— quite different than what you actually wrote. Alas, they don’t understand your words when they're not catered to them. But it's fine, Ayato did, and what more could you ask for? 
Actually, if given the chance, you would definitely ask for something more.
Kamisato Ayato understood social cues quite well, or atleast one would think he would, as that was a big part of his duty. So why he couldn't comprehend your feelings for him, was a mystery to you. But I guess understanding if someone likes you or not isn't really something listed in the skillset a Yashiro commissioner requires. 
Now, what he could and couldn't understand was not your problem, and would no longer be, not after you confess your feelings to him. You figured it would be easier to do if you just played it out like one of your usual interactions, and so you wrote a poem. A poem you'd innocently read out to him one of those days you happen to stumble upon his house, and with it, he'd finally understand. Finally understand you liked him. 
Something else popped up. A question much unappreciated. The worst outcome possible. “But what if he didn't like you back?” Well the poem isn't even for him then! It's from the point of view of one of my original characters— yes, that excuse is good enough.
But then the day finally arrived, you were finally there, sitting in Kamisato Estate's courtyard eagerly waiting for Ayato to be done with his meeting that had started just as you came, it was not often Ayato had meetings in his chamber, so it seems you just happened to have bad luck today. Sitting on the cushion, waiting for Ayato to be done, you found yourself making multiple revisions to that poem of yours, and in the middle of that, you were suddenly reminded of the meeting at Yae Publishing House you had this evening, but the thought soon slipped your mind as you thought of another line for the poem.
He had promised it would not take too long, but one hour had gone by just like that, and before you knew it, you were barely keeping awake, you couldn't help it, running on 2 hours of sleep from having worked all night, your mind was starting to shut down. Resting your head on the table was probably the first mistake you made that day— but one could argue there were plenty other mistakes made before that, such as not having slept in the first place. 
You usually came to meet Ayato around the evening, not only because his workload was lighter that time of the day but also because the publishing house's important meetings and discussions of the sort were held most often, if not all the time, early in the day. And that was precisely why you had forgotten about that meeting you had this evening. Was it the two hours of sleep or the anxiety from the whole confession thing? whatever it was, it was just making your day harder and harder.
It had been an hour and a half since you arrived at Kamisato Estate, the hour spent waiting and scribbling, and the half spent peacefully sleeping as no one bothered to wake you up. It wasn't that the staff of the estate couldn't care less about you, in fact, everyone around noticed you having succumbed to slumber. But who dare to awaken you, Clan Head's possible significant other?
It's true that Ayato was unbeknownst to your feelings towards him, but those at Kamisato Estate weren't. It was easy to tell you had a thing for him, much too obvious that every time you saw him in the eye your heart skipped a beat, and practically every one of the estate's staff thought you two were together, and just trying to hide it. To them, the way you looked at Ayato, was the way he looked at you. His, a loving gaze that never lets go of your frame, and a soul that so desperately wants to tell the whole world how much he loves you(— but hell, he couldn't even fathom telling you) and Yours, a stare that quickly tries to focus on something else when noticed by him, a heart too heavy with emotions— emotions that cannot find their way through speech, and are expressed only through words. 
And that serene and loving gaze was the first thing you saw being woken up, because in that whole house, no one except Clan Head himself would have the courage to wake you up. 
It's not until Ayato's voice echoes in your ears accompanied by the faint pitter-patter of the rain that you realise your noses are barely inches away from touching as he knelt down to your level.
“Oh, my writer, it seems you've slept most wonderfully in my absence, and on Thoma's jacket, huh?” his tone had a bit of sneer in it, as if he was jealous of the fact you had used Thoma's jacket as a pillow. And there was that— “my writer”, it stemmed from an inside joke, wherein once when he was transcribing a poem you wrote, you called him ‘my personal calligrapher’ which warranted the “That would make you my writer, hm?” and you knew it was a joke but goodness, he called you that only when people weren't around, and the way he said it everytime, Oh Archons!
But wait— You weren't supposed to be swooning over Ayato right now! You should be at the publishing house, attending that meeting— and so you rose up frantically to leave, apologies leaving your mouth rapidly,
“Lord Commissioner, I'm so sorry but I must go, I had an important work thing and I- I'm sorry! I should hav-'' and that is when you get cut off by Ayato's forefinger upon your lips, if that was an attempt to shush you- it worked. “Just go. I understand.” he said, and the reassurance in his voice and the slight smile on his face brought you right back to your senses.
And so you hurriedly put on your shoes to make a run for it, uttering one final ‘sorry’ to him, much to his dismay. And as you made it out the door of the estate, you heard Ayato's voice calling to you- “Take an umbrella!” to which you could only respond— “I'll be fine! The rain's not that bad!” because right now, saving face at the publishing house was far more important than a few drops on your clothes. 
Except it wasn't a few drops, you had greatly underestimated the power of the Hydro Archon, because by the time you reached the doors of the publishing house, you were completely wet from head to toe— and saving face was no longer present in your dictionary. In fact, you never even wanted to show your face again- and god, how many and who even were the people attending that meeting? because you were going to embarrass yourself in front of all of them right now.
The second you entered that room where the meeting was going on, as if your bad luck wasn't bad enough, you saw a figure too striking, bright pink hair.. fox ears.. and those eyes, those eyes that didn't take even a full two seconds to notice your presence and announce it to the whole room.
“Oh, look who's here! did the Yashiro Commission- er, reject you, my dear? or did you finally realise where your priorities should lie?” and right after she had said that, you could feel that theories about you and the commissioner had already began floating in the air of that room— whispers of a mixture of words like yashiro commissioner, head of the kamisato clan could be heard, and among them was that name a bit too familiar- Kamisato Ayato. How she knew about your yashiro commission shenanigans, you had no idea, but you weren't about to question her— Guuji Yae was no god, but people were convinced she definitely was omniscient, the way she never lacked information about the people she worked with. 
You could swear on your life that the stutter after the words ‘yashiro commission’ was done on purpose, and you'd live. What she was trying to imply wasn't too obvious, in fact, the way she said it, it could easily be interpreted as something entirely different— but what was also true, only it wasn't something you were comfortable with everyone in that room knowing. You couldn't manage to respond to that, ‘tleast not in a way that would allow you to keep your job. And so Guuji Yae's lips spoke again, this time out of pity for you. 
“But hey, better late than never.” she said, gesturing for you to come sit next to her. 
And so the meeting went on like normal. You were trembling terribly from the cold, dripping wet still but there wasn't anything you could do about it, and as the guy sitting next to you took notice of that and offered you his jacket, you could feel watchful eyes throughout the room landing upon you two, waiting for your response. With the amount of writers present in this room, you knew this interaction was making its way into a light novel soon. Thinking of a response was hard, accepting it would give birth to more conspiracies, but not accepting it would blatantly prove Guuji Yae's previous comment about the yashiro commissioner right. And before you could think of a response to that awfully nice gesture, you were snapped out of your thoughts by your editor, who was currently explaining something on a whiteboard, something you failed to understand because of the preoccupations your mind currently had. “(Name), are you even paying attention !?” were his words, and as if enough people weren't already staring at you, now the whole room was. A nervously spoken ‘sorry’ was all you could let out, and it wasn't even a proper answer to his question. 
The meeting dragged on for another 15 minutes— 15 dreadful, cold minutes. And when it was finally over and people were getting out of their seats and as if your luck wasn't already the worst, it only got worse-r as your editor called out to you right as you got up, “Not you. I still have to talk to you.”  Did he not see you shivering? Looking like a sopping wet cat? Did he not have an ounce of sympathy? 
As everyone else exited the room, you were forced to sit until who knows when. Guuji Yae was the last to leave, and before she stepped out the room, she called the editor over to speak to him, uttering something along the lines of what you thought was “Go easy on the poor thing, ok?” and was that poor thing in question you? most likely, yes. And good for that— he shouldn't think to disobey the owner of this whole establishment right? 
But he did. Or atleast, the words that followed after she left did not seem like him ‘going easy on you’ at all. 
The way he had his arms on the desk, the way his figure loomed over yours, that expression on his face… oh, you were about to be scolded big time.
“You, tell me. What exactly is your problem?” 
“I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again, I apologise.” You couldn't even make eye contact with him as you spoke, and while your attempt at an apology was well delivered, it was terribly timed. 
“If you were so fucking sorry as you claim to be, tell me, what the hell has been bothering you so damn much to arrive late to an important meeting when i had reminded you so many times the previous day!?” 
Oh. That was a first— never before had you heard him swear like this, and you're pretty sure it probably falls under top 10 things you shouldn't do if you don't want to lose your job, but who were you to say? your job was being held together by a single thread made of miracles. 
“I'm really sorry sir, it was just something personal- I can guarantee you, it won't ever happen again.” Ah yes, the infamous personal issue: the inability to manage a schedule.
“Did someone pass away?”
“..No.”
“Someone fall gravely ill?”
“..No”
“Family issues?”
“No-”
“Then WHAT the hell’s been bothering so much you show up late to a meeting with GUUJI YAE? Do you seriously not understand how fucking embarrassing it is? For the writer I had to practically beg for the higher-ups to not fire even though you kept being late and crossing deadlines, to show up late again?” He had yanked you out of your seat with his right hand midway through his speech out of the anger he possessed as of current, becoming physical when angry wasn't uncommon, but for someone who you always saw as calm and cool, for someone who always put up with you no matter what, the breaking point had arrived, and it was wholly your fault. 
But you understood. Understood the reasons behind his furious reaction, for he was right, it was truly embarrassing, because that thread made out of miracles that was holding your job in place wasn't made out of miracles at all— it was made out of your editor's continued efforts to keep you in this organisation. 
When you didn't, well, more like couldn't respond to him, and he realised the outburst he had just made, he let go of your upper arm, and his hand went back to the desk with his other arm, and as he regained his senses, looking down at the desk realising what he just did, he tried to apologise-
“I didn't mean to-”
“I-it's fine. You don't have to say anything.” Cutting him off was usually not something you would do, but at this moment, it felt right.
“I'm sorry, Please leave. And please, please don't tell anyone about this.” You could see the regret in his face as he sat down on his chair, head in hands refusing to make eye contact with you and instead choosing to stare at the hardwood floor instead, and you knew if anyone found out about this you both would be kicked out the publishing house together.
“I won't. Good night, sir.” and as you exited that room, you could hear a faint “good night” from your editor, who was too ashamed to even speak any louder. 
And as you left, you failed to notice the bright pink figure of the Guuji beside the entrance of the conference room, who had eavesdropped on that entire conversation.
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It had been 11 days since then. 11 days of Ayato wondering whatever it was that you wanted to tell him that day, hoping you would at least write him a letter. But no letter came, and neither did you. 
While the Kamisato's days went by quite peacefully and ordinarily, yours were much, much different. 
Back at Yae Publishing House that day, the Guuji held your editor back to tell him to get you to write some sort of romance novel around this plot– A careless writer who has amazing skill in writing, but barely manages to keep her job due to the troubles caused by her family, and her editor who has to beg the higher-ups to let her keep her job, who's also hopelessly in love with her.
While the plot is good, you weren't too happy having it recommended to you in that way. Does the Guuji think you have romantic feelings for your editor? or is it vice versa ? 
Whatever it is that the Guuji thought, it didn't matter right now, because she demanded the first volume of the comic book that was about to be serialised be done in 15 days. With 11 days already gone by, and everything done on your part, you finally had some leisure time to enjoy, leisure time you were spending laying on the floor in front of the fan sipping cold lavender melon juice peacefully, almost on your way to dreamland.
That is, until you heard a knock on your door. When you went to open it, no one was there, or so you had thought, not having noticed the little kid dressed like a mujina at your doorstep at first, looking sleepy as ever.
“Oh, hello! What is it that brings you here to my doorstep, little one ?” as you bent down to greet the sleepy child, you felt a muscle in your back ache. Ah, the consequences of having the worst sleeping posture known to man.
“I'm not ‘little one’. My name is Sayu. I'm from the shuumatsuban, and Mr. Yashiro Commissioner sent me to relay an important message to you.” as she finishes her sentence, she hands you a little paper from her back pocket that says “I have something important to speak to you about. Come meet me.  -your personal calligrapher” 
 Oh. You're done.
What could it possibly be about !? What could Kamisato Ayato, Clan head of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commissioner have to talk about that would be important to you !? Whatever it was, it was scaring you. 
“Do I have to go right now?” as nervous as you were, you were also curious, what the hell was this man upto? and actually, was he even upto something, or was this just something to get you to come to the estate as quickly as possible?
“Yes, that's what he said anyway.” as she said this, Sayu sounded so, so done with you and Ayato that you couldn't really do anything. It seemed like if you didn't go right now, as soon as possible, Sayu would fall asleep right on your doorstep. 
“Alright, then, let us leave. But wait- just one thing-” and so, you went to your bedside table to pick up that diary you always took to Kamisato Estate, the one you wrote that damnee confession in- but, it wasn't there? surely you placed it somewhere else when under the influence of fatigue and forgot.. Well, with Sayu's patience running thinner- you should probably just leave finding that diary to your future self.
Sayu was not at all interested in whatever it was that went on between you and Ayato, she kept quiet the whole way from your house to the Kamisato Estate, except for a yawn or two in the middle.  
Your attempt at distracting yourself from whatever it was that Ayato wanted to talk to you about by looking at the flowers and the trees as you made your way to the estate was not quite successful.. for as the dew drops fell off from the roses, you could feel yourself perspire as well.
When you finally stepped foot in Kamisato Estate, you saw him, Kamisato Ayato, simply leaning on his balcony ledge gazing at the horizon, unaware of your resence and all he made you feel. You were quite sure this amount of sweating could submerge Jinren Island. 
Jinren Island being submerged aside, no one was there at the estate except Ayato. Miss Furuta wasn't standing at her usual place, Koharu wasn't busy cleaning something that doesn't even look like it needs cleaning, and even Mr. Madarame was nowhere to be seen.
As you were busy analyzing the current state of the ground you were standing on, Sayu's voice spoke—
“Mr. Yashiro Commissioner, I brought them.” 
Ayato turned around, his eyes finally meeting yours after what seemed to be an eternity to him. 
“Oh, thank you Sayu. You may go now.”
As the man came to sit down, he signaled you to sit near him as well, contrary to how you would usually sit, on the opposite side of the table. “Sit here, you sure look like you need to.” his voice beamed, and you could feel your heart burst into eight thousand pieces upon hearing him talk to you again. 
While you were most delighted to finally talk to him again, you couldn't help but wonder where the staff went, therefore naturally, you asked him as he poured his tea from the kettle into his little cup,
“So… where's all the staff gone?” 
“Disappointed no one's here to give you free snacks, huh? Don't worry, I'm quite generous when it comes to my food, Here, want a sip?” and as his sentence came to an end, he offered you a cup of tea by raising it to your lips, which you pushed away as politely as you could. “You know I don’t drink tea, right? You asking me multiple times isn't going to change that..”
“Well, it was worth a try.”
“But seriously, where are all the staff? in all my days spent procrastinating here, I've never seen it so empty..” 
“I told them to take a break as I was going to have an important person over to discuss some very important, urgent matters, and for that discussion, I need some privacy.”
“But then why not have the meeting in your chamber? Enough privacy there, no?”
“Of course, of course, but you see, this client of mine, they think my chamber is really stuffy and feels suffocating. So naturally, I decided to have said meeting here.”
“Oh, so uhm, when is this meeting of yours? considering the staff are already gone..It must be soon, yes?”
“Oh yes, yes.. Infact, for the staff, the meeting has already started.”
“Wait.. Am I..?”
“Go on, you're almost there.”
“Jackass, I'm the ‘super important’ person you were meeting, huh?”
“See, this is exactly why this meeting is being held. The way you address me, the way you talk to me.. it's not exactly the usual way I'm addressed.. Not even my friends behave this way with me.”
“You have friends?”
“Of course I- See ! that's my point, you talk so nonchalantly to me, what do you think people would think of you as when they see you acting like this in public ?”
“Disrespectful? Discourteous? Rude? Impolite? Ill-mannered?”
“My beautiful Oxford dictionary, that's not what I meant. Don't you think people would look at us joking around and think of us as lovers ?” 
As soon as you heard that “beautiful”, oh goodness, you were done for. you had fallen so deep in love with this man it was beyond any find and rescue team to help you. you couldn't make an answer to that statement, no, you were busy in dreamland wondering if all these people at the estate saw you and Ayato talk to each other and thought, “oh, these two definitely have something going on.” 
Snap. one snap of his fingers in front of your face, and you were thrown right back into reality. 
“So?”
“Uhm, we don't go out much, actually, we've never gone out together, so that's not a problem as far as I'm concerned.”
“The way you say it.. it's almost like you're mad we never go out.”
“Well, we don't. I've never even stepped foot on the east side of the estate.. let alone go anywhere with you.”
“Hm? Let's go there then.” near the end of his sentence, he placed his teacup down and got up, walking to the same place he was standing before you came here, and so you followed. 
As he leaned on the ledge of the balcony, his body facing the horizon, he looked at you, hands crossed, yours facing him. 
“So? What do you think, are we qualified to go out now?” he spoke, turning towards you, and as he turned, he looked up at something and then smirked, his eyes returning to you. Goodness, he looked so hot— but wait, what was he staring at? before you could fully turn your head to face behind you, his left arm quickly got hold of the side of your neck that you were about to turn, “Why are you-”
“Answer my question first.” throughout this exchange, his hand was still there on your neck holding it from turning around.
“Yes, we can go out together, but what the hell is behind me that you don't want me to see?”
Leaning in towards your ear, he spoke. And to say his lips were one breath away from touching your temple is an understatement. “You remember the thing i told you about the staff, right? Well, they've all gathered near the first window of the second floor, and are currently looking at us, waiting for something to happen.” while he said all this, he was staring daggers into Thoma's soul, who, being the one who accidentally spread the rumour that Ayato was going to confess his feelings for you today, was awkwardly smiling at the slightly pissed off clan head, whose confession of love was about to turn into a source of entertainment for his staff, and of course, something to tease him about later for his sister, also present with the staff. Finishing his sentence, he finally pulled away from you. 
“But.. waiting for what to happen..?” trying to get the butterflies in your stomach to calm down from what just happened, you focused back on the conversation. 
“Waiting for me to confess.”
 Stop the clock. He didn't mean confess his love, did he? Surely there's no way.
“C-confess what!?” 
“That- ah, I can't believe I'm saying this in such an ordinary way, but listen, I'm not a man of poetry, or atleast, writing it. I tried to, believe me, but it just looked so awkward to me, nothing compared to what you wrote for me in your diary-”
“YOU READ THAT POEM?”
Ayato put his hands on your shoulders, and in an attempt to calm you down, spoke forth. 
“Hey now! Let's calm down, alright? I didn't read anything beyond the 9th line because Ayaka snatched it away from me, so please, don’t be mad. I should have realised I was in no place to open someone else's very personal diary, and I don't even know if that poem was meant for me, but I just-”
“No.. Ayato, you're.. You're too sweet. I'm sure you had no ill intentions, I only freaked out because it was so surprising, and since it was indeed meant for you. And you can read the whole poem afterwards, but for now, please, please go on about what you were telling me.”
“I can't just go on like this, not after you've told me you wrote about me- Me, of all people! Me, after you've written about the sun, the seas, the sky, the surreal- after all that, you wrote about me. And so beautifully, too, I can't go on, not with my life, not with whatever it was I originally wanted to say.” his expression was one you had never seen before, so full of innocence, he looked like a wet puppy in the rain, like he'd die of a cold if you didn't shelter him right away, and you could swear you saw tears welling up in his eyes, and all this because you wrote about him, all this because his feelings were returned, all this because he finally felt loved. 
You couldn't even respond, hell, you couldn't even choke back tears, and so as you were processing his words, you wrapped your arms around his torso and went in to hug him, sobbing into his chest. He returned the hug, one arm around your shoulders, and one running over your head, a tear dropping on your head as he did.
When you both pulled away from the hug, it was just laughter and wiping away each others’ tears, until you both were staring at each other fondly. And then Ayaka's voice could be heard from the back— “I told you they wouldn't kiss!” followed by a subdued Thoma, “my mora..”
“You know we can hear, right? And betting on my love life? Seriously?” As Ayato turned to reply to his sister, the staff scurried away, not wanting to be noticed by him, and as amused as you were, you didn't join in on the conversation, instead choosing to pull Ayato's collar towards yourself and pulling his lips onto yours. Before Ayaka could respond, Ayato leaned in to the kiss, cupping your face with his hands, and you could feel him smirk a bit.
He chuckled while pulling away from you, turning to a very surprised Ayaka and Thoma, mouths open in bewilderment,
“So... I guess Thoma wins?”
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negans-lucille-tblr · 2 years ago
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Sit - Soldier Boy x Reader Oneshot
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Summary: Y/N finds herself in trouble when she doesn’t listen to her boyfriend’s instructions. 
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Soldier Boy x plus sized!Reader
Tags: angst, self worth issues, body image issues, oral sex (fem rec), face sitting, face riding, biting, p in v
WC: ± 2.2K
A/Ns: This smutty little fic was commissioned by someone who doesn’t have tumblr, but wanted me to share it with you guys anyway! Hope you all love it! <3
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“We need to talk.” 
Y/N’s eyes widen slightly as she looks up at her boyfriend from her place on the couch, and then a small frown begins to crease into her forehead as she sees the darkness in his green eyes that tells her that whatever this is isn’t good.  
“Okay…” she hesitantly replies, sitting up straighter. “Is everything okay?” 
No, it’s not, he’s had enough of you and he’s leaving. He’s finally realised he can do better than you, that he is so far out of your league you’re barely a spot in the distance.
“No, it’s not actually,” Soldier Boy replies, confirming to her that her inner monologue is right. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at her, making her only grow more and more uncomfortable. 
Just get on with it, she begs him silently in her head.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, timidly. 
“When I tell you to sit, I mean sit,” he explains. 
Only it’s not an explanation at all, and the frown creased into Y/N’s forehead only deepens, as she glances down at the way she’s currently sitting and shifts her weight slightly, wondering what’s wrong with the way she sits and why her boyfriend suddenly has such a big issue with it. 
“I don’t get it, Ben,” she admits, still shuffling in her place. 
“You hover,” he adds, clearly irritated by the very fact. Y/N licks her lips, opening her mouth to reply, but no sound comes out to begin with, and so she clears her throat and then frowns deeper yet. Now she’s completely lost, because she has no idea what Ben’s talking about. “When I tell you to sit on my face I mean sit not hover,” he concludes. 
Y/N’s eyebrows raise, and then a smile begins to curl over her lips, and suddenly she’s giggling to herself. She really thought this was going all wrong, that maybe he was trying to find some ridiculous excuse to break up with her because he didn’t want to just tell her the truth; that he could do better. But now she’s realising it’s got nothing to do with the way she sits on the couch. He’s talking about sex. Of course he is. The thought only makes Y/N giggle harder as the relief floods her entire body. 
“What’s so funny?” he asks, frowning himself now that he’s the one that’s confused. 
“Jesus, Ben, I thought you were seriously angry, then!” she scoffs, shaking her head and relaxing a little, so glad this was just some joke. Jesus, the guy’s a good actor. 
“I am,” he replies stubbornly. But she’s not falling for his teasing any longer.  
“Oh c’mon, it’s no big deal,” she brushes him off, laughing again. “Besides, I don’t wanna crush you, I’m hardly lightweight,” she points out, gesturing to her body.  
Ben’s frown only deepens at her words, and he huffs a breath, staring her down until the smile has faded a little more from her face, and she starts to second guess if he is only teasing, or if he’s actually mad about this. She’s never known the supe to be a huge joker, so maybe she should consider the fact that he’s actually annoyed.
“Are you seriously mad about this?” she checks, just to be sure. 
“Yes,” he confirms with a brief nod of his head. “What’s the matter, you think I can’t handle it?” he challenges. 
“Look at me, Ben, I’m not going on magazine covers any time soon,” she scoffs, shaking her head. “Last thing I need is to suffocate the world’s first superhero to death with my fat thighs.” 
“You flatter yourself too much,” Ben argues back. “You think that’s all it would take to kill me? You just said so yourself, I’m superhuman, I’m sure I can handle it.” 
Suddenly, it all clicks into place, and Y/N realises just why Ben is so upset about this. He thinks that she’s going easy on him, he thinks that she thinks that he can’t handle it. He’s a very proud man, she should’ve known something like this would annoy him. But that doesn’t mean that she can’t point out how ridiculous he’s being. He knows exactly what she thinks about him and his powers. It’s never hurt to call Ben out on his ego trips now and then. She likes to think it keeps him grounded. He does seem a lot more level headed since they started dating. 
“Oh, I see,” Y/N smirks slightly, crossing her own arms over her chest. “I’ve bruised your ego,” she points out. “Ben, it’s nothing personal. It’s just all my exes never meant sit when they said sit,” she explains briefly, not seeing the big deal. 
“Yeah, well until now you’ve only dated boys,” he counters. That’s when he uncrosses his arms and leans down over her, his hands resting either side of her head as he brings his face closer to hers. “You’re dating a man now, honey, so next time I tell you to sit, I expect you to sit.” 
“Yes sir,” she replies sassily, smirking once again before rolling her eyes, but the supe doesn’t smirk back, and she realises he’s once again not messing around. Just the thought actually begins to make her sweat a little. The fact he wants her to stop holding back is quite the turn on. The darkness in his eyes adds to that too, of course. “Next time I’ll sit,” she confirms, with a lot less teasing in her tone. 
Soldier Boy reaches up and grabs her chin softly, kissing her lips briefly. “Good girl,” he husks, before walking away, leaving Y/N dazed and flustered. 
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Soldier Boy’s POV
The supe is feeling just a little better that evening as he relaxes back on the bed and amuses himself with the Soldier Boy comic books that had been released during his time away. Though, he’s not too fond of the way he gets portrayed sometimes, like he’s a big baby that runs and hides at the first real sign of danger. Maybe that’s added to his stress, because while he’ll never admit it, Y/N had been right that his issue this morning had mainly been an issue because of a bruised ego. Of course it was a little insulting that Y/N might think he can’t handle a woman sitting on his face. When really, he could think of nothing better, especially when it comes to a woman like Y/N. 
At the thought of her, he hears her humming quietly to herself under her breath as she emerges from the bathroom in nothing but a towel. She smiles over at him softly when she notices him looking, and then proceeds to head over to her dresser, opening her drawer and pulling out her pyjamas. Ben can’t help but notice they’re the silky ones he likes most, and just the thought of seeing her in them starts to get him going. But the thing that really sets him off is watching her slowly remove her towel, using it to dab herself dry slowly, exposing more and more of her perfect naked body. 
He can’t help the soft moan that escapes his lips as he appreciates his view, and Y/N glances his way at the sound. 
“What?” she asks coyly. 
“You know just what that body of yours does to me, honey,” he hums, unashamedly. Y/N rolls her eyes and turns her back to him, but he doesn’t appreciate the view any less, his eyes dropping to her perfect, full ass and her thick warm thighs, and he imagines his face trapped between them and has to reach down to palm over his thickening cock. “C’mere,” he commands with a soft grunt. 
Y/N slowly approaches his side of the bed, still clinging to her towel as she attempts to cover up part of her body with it. The supe is quick to reach out and tear it from her grasp, throwing it to the floor so she’s got nowhere to hide. His eyes rake hungrily over her curves, and he realises it doesn’t matter how many times he sees her, he’ll never grow tired of seeing her. 
“Remember what we talked about earlier?” he asks, peeling his eyes off of her body and looking up at her face instead. 
“Yeah,” she replies hesitantly, seemingly only growing more timid. 
“Good,” the supe grins, shuffling himself further down the bed and throwing his head back. “Then sit.” 
“Right now?” she checks. 
Soldier Boy only has to turn his head and look at her to prompt her into action as she bites down on her bottom lip and begins to climb onto the bed. He can tell she’s still hesitant, slowly and carefully lifting her leg to begin straddling his body, and the supe grows impatient and grabs her thigh, tugging her down almost forcefully as he makes her squeal and giggle slightly. Instantly, her sex is pressed against his mouth, and Ben wastes no time opening up, extending his tongue to push through her folds as he begins to taste her sweet juices. He hums in delight, feeling the full extent of her weight pressing down on his face, feeling utterly suffocated by her and loving every second of it. This is what he’s been craving. 
He laps up every drop she gives him; and she only gives him more and more the longer he toys with her clit, or fucks her opening with his tongue, and while her voice is muffled thanks to the warm, soft flesh of her thighs pressing against his ears, he can still hear her hums and moans of pleasure above him, and he can hear the slight groans and creaks of the mattress and headboard as she holds on for dearlife and rocks her hips to aid him. His arms wrap firmly around her hips, holding her down tighter against him, wanting to struggle to breathe in anything but her and her intoxicating scent, and it works, his cock desperate and throbbing between his legs at the very sensations flooding him. 
When he begrudgingly pulls back for air, he turns his head and begins to bite and suck on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, making her gasp for air and tense them either side of his face, only making him feel even more wrapped up in her. 
“God you taste so good, baby girl,” he growls against her skin, once again encouraging her pussy back onto his mouth, already missing the sweet tang of her juices. 
He feasts on her once more, not stopping until her legs are shaking either side of his head, and she’s trying to speak coherent words, but the only sounds falling from her lips are in broken english and near enough gibberish, until he can feel her walls pulsing inside her, her thigh muscles quivering. 
He moans himself as he pushes his way out from underneath her, leaving her on her knees, supported by the headboard she’s still clinging to for dear life, and he’s quick to kneel behind her, pulling out his throbbing erection and finally giving it some of the attention it’s craved. He places one hand on her hip, his fingers digging into the soft, supple flesh, and keeps her in her place as he shuffles a little closer and teases her pussy with the tip of his cock. She moans, rocking her hips back seemingly instinctively, and Soldier Boy wastes no time teasing the two of them for a moment longer. 
He thrusts forward, feeling her pussy still pulsating from her orgasm, sucking him in perfectly, and he moans, his eyes beginning to roll as he hones in on the rapid speed of her heartbeat. 
“Fuck, honey,” he hums, folding himself over her, “you almost feel as good as you taste.” 
He presses his face into the side of her neck, dragging his teeth along her delicate skin, biting and sucking occasionally, knowing how much she loves that as he starts fucking into her from behind, wrapping his one arm around her front to keep her elevated just right. Y/N moans, reaching to hold onto his arm rather than the headboard as she fucks back into him too, her nails digging into his skin everytime he gets deep enough. 
“Did that feel good?” he asks breathily against her ear. He can feel her nod, but she clearly can’t reply with words, which only makes him feel even more smug. “Good, so next time I tell you to sit, you better fucking sit,” he growls, his cock throbbing at just the thought of next time. 
“Oh fuck,” she gasps out, her eyes fluttering closed. “Whatever you want, baby.” 
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my-writings-and-musings · 2 years ago
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What if the reader ACTUALLY ended up getting pregnant by soundwave? 👀 How would the cassettes react to the fact that they're going to have a baby sibling soon? Feel free to write this 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜
Wwwwwwweeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllll I might just have to give this a try anon, I definitely haven't been thinking about it since that last ask... (Or applying the same thought to other bots that you can totally ask me about at any time if any of you are so inclined)
I hope you all enjoy, and if you like my writing style you can always commission me!
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All three of the minis still had their own unique expression of frozen shock when Frenzy finally went silent, leaving you to sit awkwardly across from them at the breakfast table. Soundwave knelt at your side, his demeanour tense but supportive as the quiet continued for several agonizing moments. It was Laserbeak that found his voice first, shaking his helm as if he was trying to process the information but simply couldn't. "How's that even possible?!"
"You're WHHHAAAAAATTTT?!"
Even without utilizing her sonic scream, Frenzy had the walls shaking for the entirety of her outburst, though such a reaction was more or less what you'd expected given the news you and Soundwave had just dropped.
"From the look of it, I'm due in seven months." you answered simply, unwilling to admit that was a guess at best. Based on your symptom you could reasonably estimate you were about two months in, but there was no way to know if this was going to proceed like a normal pregnancy, and it wasn't like you could swing by a doctor's office for answers. Soundwave settled his claws on your shoulder in a gesture of support.
"Known phenomenon. Scattered historical records." Soundwave answered for you, his explanation only somewhat shorter now than what he'd given you when everything had come to light. He'd also been able to translate and show you some of the texts describing the process, which included an explanation as to how Cybertronian gametes could "read" the genetic information of other species and interpret it to match their own anatomy, allowing for reproduction between vastly different beings. The little one within you now would be fully Cybertronian, but still related to you thanks to the wonders of alien biology. You wondered briefly what features of your own might be recognizable; your smile, the shape of your eyes, the proportions of your limbs...
"Well... When's the little one gonna get here?" Laserbeak continued as the others remained silent. Ravage was tense in his chair, optics narrow and audials pinned back in deep thought whilst Frenzy still found herself incapable of getting her jaw off the floor.
Giving the minis a date seemed to make the news that much more real, and the three exchanged looks, silently discussing their feelings on the matter with expressions alone. Too many emotions passed between them for you to identify even a fraction, but you caught a considerable amount of uncertainty from all three, which we to be expected. Frenzy finally spoke for the group, crossing her arms as if she was seated at a negotiating table as she tilted her helm for a pointed question. "Are we gonna have to share a room with them? It's already pretty crowded with the three of us."
"Search for more spacious dwelling; initiated." Soundwave replied quickly. The question was one the two of you had asked yourselves, and though searching presented its own dangers, you had concluded it would be far from ideal to have a growing family in this crowded bunker. In a mere month your mate had crossed hundreds of miles in his search, and the list of new potential homes grew each time he returned. Said information was relayed to the minis in a succinct summation of his activities. "Several possible locations located. Scouting to continue."
Hearing of a new home caught the interest of all three, an understandable reaction considering their limited space at present, and also seemed to turn some of their surprise to anticipation.
"Well, if we can get somewhere with a little more elbow room... I'm on board." Frenzy said as she returned to her more casual sitting posture, looking more open to the idea now that she had some time to process and could imagine the fun that might come if it. Seeing a smile pull on her lips gave you a great deal of comfort, and you felt your shoulder relax in Soundwave's grasp. The music loving femme tapped her chin as she pondered the possibilities. "Something beachside would be pretty tight."
Matching her energy, Laserbeak added his own two cents, equally excited at the prospect of moving from their cramped abode. "I could go for something up in the mountains, nice to have open air under the wings."
You prepared to reply with a list of the places Soundwave had scouted, but Frenzy scoffed at Laserbeak's suggestion before you could speak, returning to her old self with impressive speed. "Boring! How are we gonna have fun in the middle of the woods?"
"If the bitlet ends up flying, where else am I gonna show them the ropes?" he replied, holding up his wings like hands in his exasperation.
The comment took you pleasantly by surprise. Moments ago they'd been so shocked you couldn't really tell if they were at all on board with the new family member, but Laserbeak was already planning for including the little one, and Frenzy made it clear she was doing the same with her retort.
"How can I take them to rock concerts if there aren't any?" she asked in equal exasperation, making you smile at how she was also planning for their future sibling. You were confident now their initial reaction had been purely one of shock, and now that it had faded they were all proving more than amenable to the idea of a little brother or sister.
"They can fly there!" Laserbeak replied as the silly argument intensified, the two minis squabbling over the best places to live for the sake of their interests as well as their future sibling. Ravage remained removed from the entire discussion, but you found his posture far more relaxed, and when his gaze met your own for a second time he was far from displeased. The Felicon looked to you for a moment of consideration before giving a nod, his way of indicating that he too was fine with this most unexpected turn of events. You nodded back in appreciation. This little one may have been unplanned, but they would be anything but unloved.
"Arguments unhelpful." Soundwave sighed as the petty squabble grew lightly physical, juvenile slaps being traded by Frenzy and Laserbeak as they debated whose idea for a new location was "obviously" superior to the others. You chuckled lightly and gave his servo a pat, certain this chaos would hardly compare to what your little family would be dealing with in just a few short months.
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itstheinktank · 4 months ago
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Hey folks, Kuro here! It’s time for another update. Here’s everything you need to know about what we’ve been up to, and where we are going from here. 
DWAYNEMCDUFFIE.COM The biggest news of all is definitely Dwayne McDuffie’s website relaunching. A surplus of scripts, production information, and series bibles were posted, and it’s literally a dream come true for me. Reading through the forums was part of my daily routine for years growing up, and after his passing, losing the website really hit home. I’ve been waiting a decade for it to relaunch, but when it did, I had already planned to go out of town for a few days, so the timing was terrible on my end.
Let me tell ya, watching everyone dig through the website while I couldn’t participate in the madness was tough, but now that I’m back, I can’t wait to dig into it as well and see what I can find. We’ll definitely be doing at least one video on the subject. As for when that’s coming out, I couldn’t say. But please feel free to let us know if there’s anything specific you’d like us to address, and you can guarantee I’ll be taking notes! Thank you Dwayne for still keeping our world turning after all this time.
UPCOMING VIDEOS & COLLABS
In previous updates, I’ve announced another upload hiatus. This means that we won’t be posting weekly/ bi-weekly for the time being. We will be releasing videos irregularly, such as the recent MultiVersus video, and the previously-mentioned Dwayne McDuffie Website video, but we can’t make any promises as to when we’ll resume regular uploads. There’s just too much going on for us at the moment, which I will get into further into this thread. In the meantime, I’ve been making a lot of guest appearances on other channels, and still have a few more lined-up. So keep your eyes peeled! I’ll do my best to pop up around the fandom where I can. 
5 YEARS LATER & AND BEYOND
These are our two biggest projects, and thus, have the most updates already, so I’ll keep it brief. 5YL Episodes 10 and 11 will be releasing together, and are quickly escalating down the pipeline. Patrons and YouTube Members have frequent check-ins, and we’re thrilled that the series has come so far. Even if you’ve already seen the webcomic version, you’re not gonna believe what we’ve pulled off for this version of the series!
Unfortunately, Ash was hit with an illness that kept him out of commission for a few weeks. But the cogs are now turning again for AB Episode 13. We’re happy he’s back on his feet, and we’ll be on another extraterrestrial adventure before you know it!
BEN 10 BREAKDOWNS
Breakdown production has obviously halted due to our hiatus, but I still feel the need to address it again, as it’s one of the biggest hits and longest-running series of our channel. I may sound like a broken record to those that keep up with our posts, but for those that don’t, I want to reiterate my love for making the Breakdowns. These other projects taking priority does not conclude that I dislike making those video anymore, or that the Ben 10 Breakdowns are canceled. One way or another, I am determined to finish this series, and I’m looking forward to sharing more of my thoughts on Omniverse and the Reboot with the community.
STREAMING & COMMISSIONS
Recently, I have been streaming on multiple platforms during my Drawing with Kuro broadcasts. You can still find me every Tuesday on Twitch @ 2:00pm EST, but I am also broadcasting to Instagram and Facebook, too. For the time being, our second channel, The Rust Bucket, will be included in that line-up, with the goal to eventually move the streams right here on the main channel, too, but we still got some kinks to figure out before taking that plunge. 
You can commission me here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1i_H7yM9I2oTmPkfSpWSUwhpm8YdZ0OhmzK-_nYNGXBA/edit?usp=sharing
THE FUTURE OF THE INK TANK
5 Years Later & And Beyond have been a huge part of our journey. Even after those projects are completed, I don’t see us ever dropping Ben 10 content as a whole. Though naturally, we will gravitate more towards other projects, including original works and IPs. I am happy to say that production has already begun after receiving some exciting news. 
My plan was to plant the seeds for our future as 5YL comes to the end, and then only prioritize it when the timing is right. But unexpectedly, we’ve been given an opportunity to enter a new avenue that would be detrimental to let fall through the cracks, and thus, we’ve spent the past few months curating a super secret project that will now be a part of our regular work schedule going forward. If this sounds vague, that’s intentional, but my hands are tied! I don’t know when I’ll be able to let everyone in on the secret. 
I’m not a fan of stretching ourselves further than necessary, especially if it keeps ya’ll waiting on the projects we already have in the pipeline. Though “What will you do when 5 Years Later is over?” has been a popular recurring question for years, and now I finally have an answer - I just can’t tell you yet! But it’s important for me to let you know that despite the large amount of content we’re working on that you’re aware of, there’s much more going on behind the scenes. So rest assured, we are ALWAYS working on something, whether or not we’re able to give updates. 
That’s all I got to say for now. Thank you for reading! Until next time, Keep it Fizzy!
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skyshardmusic · 3 months ago
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Burdens (A Wasteland Tale)
Okay ponies, Sky has a thingy to share. For a very very very long time, this song has been in the works. At first, aimed to be the commission song for FoE: Burdens, but not really fitting there, it became a thing of its own. My thing. My Fallout Equestria thing. Special thing. And despite my collab songs for p@d: Survivors being rejected, this one not just made it in, but became part of the pre-release campaign. My very first solo p@d song, and right away on the pre-release. This... Finally concludes and closes the circle. Years ago, I started landing myself with solo projects on each big pony music collective. One by one I conquered the land from VibePoniez up to A State of Sugar. But p@d was the harder one to get in. My level was simply not there. And album by album I failed, until I finally started making it in with collabs. So this one here means a lot. I feel finally complete. Finally on the level. And with my genre of choice. Of course, what made me truly complete, is the friends I found along the journey, with who I now often collab c: In just a few days (the 28th), p@d: Survivors will be released. And with that, as I always do, I'll be uploading the song as single on my Bandcamp, but this time, I'll make it more special. It will include a piano version of the song! Why? I don't know for hay. I just heard it in my head and found the idea okay. Somethin' I'd like to work on. Still workin' on it! The cover art is ready. Which I think I'll reveal soon! (on Discord) Without more words, here is my little 6-minute-long tribute to the Wasteland.
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pimppalacepapi · 10 months ago
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i save d*ck by giving it cpr
What the fuck did I do now?, is all you can wonder as you trek up the steps to the Ubuyashiki mansion. Your crow had woken you up an hour ago with details of your "immediate presence at the Ubuyashiki mansion". As you rushed to get dressed and started your journey over, your brain begins coming up with the worst case scenarios. You and Shinazugawa had just came back from a high risk mission just days ago, and only barely made it out alive. The both of you were beaten badly, though he had took the worst of it.  The battle was bloody and exhausting, a grueling fight for survival. But you survived with no innocent lives lost. Oyakata-sama had granted the both of you uninterrupted days to recover and rest. 
If Shinazugawa was being summoned, then fine, that be kind of fucked, but it'd make sense. A Hashira couldn't be out of commission for too many days. But you weren't a Hashira. A rare case of a Tsugko, yes, but not a Hashira. Unless...Shinazugawa passed and you were being summoned to take his place. But you weren't his prodigy, you didn't even practice his breathing style. The only reason why the both of you were constantly paired together was because of your similar hand-hand combat skills. You couldn't become the next Wind Hashira. You could not become the next Posion Hashira. 
So why the hell were you being summoned and on day four of recovery?
You step onto the landing, trying to ignore let the festering pit of anxiety in your tummy as Kocho turns to glance as you enter. Why is she here?
You didn't like Shinazugawa, not by a far chance, but you respected him as a Demon Slayer, much more now after this last mission. He was a Hashira for a reason, so despite any animosity between the both of you, you didn't want him dead. You know your stare is wild and bewildered as you stare at her, but before either one of you can utter a word, the floor creaks.
"Oyakata," you and Kocho bow in unison as he enters, guided in by his children.
Once he sits, the two of you follow suit, folding your legs under your bum. "My child. I have summoned you here due to a few concerns Kocho and I have shared."
Your gaze bounces in between the both of them, neither of them revealing a thing. So you wait for someone to elaborate. Kocho speaks up first, "We understand that you and Shinazugawa have recently come from a particularly rough mission where the demons were unexpectedly strong." You nod in confirmation. "Some had...unusal abilities?"
"Yes," you confirm, not understanding the silent conversation she seems to have with the Master. "Most, if not all, had unusual Blood Demon Art technique. Nothing we've ever seen before. The new wave of low rank demons Muzan has been producing are only getting stronger and stronger." What is happening? This things were all said in your initial report that you'd done alone because Shinazugawa way out of it to even try to talk properly. "I'm a little confused."
Kocho ignores you, shooting another look to the blind man. "Did either one of you get hit... by these techniques?"
"Totally. " You answer, still unsure of where the conversation is heading. "We--I concluded that the last demon we encountered used some type of poisonous Blood Demon Art. He and I split up and he encountered the demon first." You shudder as your mind replays the scene of the bloody flight. "The demon got both of us good, but I have a better tolerance to poison, demon or not."
Kocho faces you fully, a serious expression on her typical smiling face. "Shinazugawa might be in trouble. He's been locked up in his estate since you two arrived and no one has seen him since. The only contact we've had with him is through his crow and he's only asked for basic medicine and healing ointments."
You feel a frown mar your face. "...okay?"
"We need you to go check on him," Master intervenes. "He's been refusing visitors and treatment. He never went to the medical bay for recovery. "
"Why me?" You try not to sound as weirded out as you feel. Something's not adding up, you think.  "I'm not a healer and know nothing about medicine. Kocho is sitting right here."
Kocho sighs as if you're the most daft person she's ever conversated with. "I can't fix him if I don't know what's wrong with him. He's being a stubborn little thing."
"And you'll think he'll listen to me because...?"
"He'll listen to you." adds Master. 
Yeah, right. "You didn't answer my question. Why me?"
Kocho stares at you blankly, but her lips stay shut. Aghast, you turn to Master. "You're the most logical option. I need you to make sure my child is okay."
You hold in your groan, hit with an obscure amount of guilt for feeling irritated and annoyed. Master always did so much for you and the others in the Demon Slayer Corps. This was no way to react to a man who deserved your utmost respect and loyalty. So you steel yourself, (despite the lingering doubt floating in your mind that maybe, just maybe, the full truth isn't being said), and clearly oblige, "Yes, sir."
So that's how you find yourself breaking into Sanemi Shinazugawa's estate thirty minutes later. You don't break in empty handed--your arms are filled with food (various foreign snacks you picked up while in the city during the mission and ohagi, his favorite food although he refused to admit it) and medicine (curtesy of Kocho). Will he be livid that you barged into the privacy of his home? Abso-fucking-lutely, but you brought ohagi, bountiful amounts of it. It should be enough to placate him (it totally wasn't).
You kick off your shoes when you find the entryway of his home, wanting to be respectful. Your steps are quiet as you wander through his home, searching for him in the quiet serene atmosphere. There's a mixture of scents that smell like musk, sweetness and him that only grows stronger as you trek deeper and deeper. You have to cover your nose and breathe through your mouth as the smell only gets stronger. It's like an invisible fog of scent. 
Tanjiro would have an aneurysm in here, you think as you turn a corner. 
Then you hear it. 
A gruff curse, muffled by the distance. So you follow the sound, straining your ear until you're led to an ajar door, the curses and groans clear in volume and the smell so penetrable, breathing through you mouth does nothing. You adjust your hold on the care package, using your foot to push the door open. And your senses are sent into an overload by the scene before you. First of all, the smell is so ridiculously strong, it makes your head spin. Alarm bells are ringing in your mind, but you physically cannot react to the danger.
Because Sanemi Shinazugawa is butt-booty-ass naked, on his knees and tucked away in a corner as he violently jerks his angry red, incredibly hard, freakishly thick, leaking cock. When he looks up at the sound of your gasp, you're appalled by the red flush to his pale skin and sweat falling in droplets off his forehead. The glazed out look in his eyes clear as he finally seems to register who you are. Even as he rises to his feet, he doesn't stop jerking his cock. "The fuck...fuck are you doing here?" he slurs, his breaths coming out in short huffs. 
"Holy shit, what is going on?" Is what you're finally able to spit. Snapping out of it, you go to step closer and he physically jumps back. "You look terrible!"
"You need to fucking go." He groans, dodging you once more. "Ugh, w-why did she send you here? I-I told her to leave m-me the fuck alone!"
You try to advance again, swiping a discarded robe off the floor in the process. "Who? Stop avoiding me! Come put this on!"
"Shinobu!" He dodges you when you try to outsmart him. The scene would be comical to any other person—you chasing prideful, high-strung Shinazugawa naked as the day he was born, to cover in indecency. "C-Can't, c-can't hold back if you keep coming closer." He growls, practically drooling as you inch closer. The agony in his voice makes you worried for his wellbeing, various parts of his body are bandaged and wrapped in white cloths. He bares his teeth as you stand frozen, stupefied and you can't help but notice how animalistic he looks. And he can't help but think he much he wants to ravageyou.
And he will if you don't stop staring at him with your big curious eyes.  
He groans because somewhere faraway in his brain that's still somewhat coherent is screaming because the situation is so fucked. "I'm going to hurt you. Don't come closer, I'm begging you. Get out of here and tell Shinobu I said I want to wait it out." 
You're smart, smarter than most, but somehow, someway, things weren't clicking in your pretty little brain. In your sweet concern for his wellbeing, not a thing was clicking in your brain. Did Shinobu not tell you her hypothesis? He wonders. Although Sanemi didn't confirm or deny anything Shinobu asked of him through their crow-messages, she wasn't dumb. Surely, she was onto something. You did not appear in his home on your own accord of concern. 
Oh, you were an oblivious little thing Sanemi was going to wreck if you didn't start running for the hills. 
"I just want to help you," you say softly, gently as if speaking to a child. "Tell me what's wrong. Kocho and I can fix this." The sound of your voice is soothing, so sweet, and Sanemei closes his eyes, feeling his release build in his core. That's all his been doing for the past few days, masturbating himself into madness quench this tiring, overwhelming lust inside him. He's dying, or at least it feels that way. His balls hurt and his dick aches from the amount of orgasms he gave himself, but he'd take that pain rather than the agonizing burn he must endure when he's not stimulating the burn that's engulfing him entirely. "Let me help you, Shinzugawa." He'd been at it for a damn near hour before you arrived, frustratedly trying to get himself to cum and failing. But you're here now, and just the sound of your voice is enough the get his overstimulated dick working again. It's depraved and sick, he feels depraved and sick. Your voice is arousing him and his release is cresting as his hands moves faster and faster, and he can't help but desperately want you to utter his name and God, it's fucked, so fucking fucked, but—
"Will you let me help you?" Your voice is nothing above a whisper, a soft lull in the lust-craved madness ringing in his mind. His eyes are closed, but he can imagine you, that worried, doe-like look on your beautiful face and he groans loudly because he's right there, so fucking close and-and then he feels your hand grip his bare, damp shoulder, "Sanemi."
He cums. He cums hard. He cums alot. It's borderline painful, the amount of semen the spurts out his sensitive cock, but it doesn't stop. He's moaning and grunting, loudly, without a single care in the world. He even throws your name into the mix because yeah, you wanted to help so bad? Fine, you were going to fucking help.
You're shocked by the amount he's ejaculated, some's even managed to get all on your hand. When Shinzugawa opens his eyes, the fog in his violet eyes is fully gone, but there's a wild hunger in his gaze that wasn't there before. It’s terrifying. The visible shift in his demeanor is felt in the atmosphere, stilling the air and you'd be a liar if you said there isn't a terrible ache blooming deep within your core. He's frozen and so are you, for a moment. 
And then like a predator locked in on their prey, he pounces. You hiss at the harsh impact of your sore back hitting the hardwood floor. "Ngh—be gentle, mmph!" You airway is promptly choked by thick, cum-dripping fingers shoved into your mouth. His flavor bursts onto your tongue, heady, musky and slightly salty. Your throat convulses around his fingers.
"Suck, come on," he urges, fully grinding his still-hard cock into your clothed crotch. You grip his wrist and yank his hand out, coughing wetly. His hand grips your face hard enough to make your jaw ache, "You wanna help me so badly, hm? Suck for me, yes, fuck, that's it." He praises when you take his three fingers back into your mouth. Dutifully, you suck and lave all over his digits until you're drooling. All the while he's making quick work tearing your clothes off your body with one hand. The sound of fabric ripping goes in one ear and out the other. 
Your just naked as Sanemi, (and making your way to being just as desperate). He slaps his fat cock against your pussy and for a frightful second you think he's gonna shove his monstrous thing into you, no prep. He's rocking against you desperately, the engorged head catching your entrance a few times. Just the slight breach is enough to make you tense up, and he notices. Sanemi pulls his saliva-coated fingers out your mouth and your heartbeat stutters as his hand finds your cunt. He pushes two fingers in, granted you're embarrassingly wet, but you haven't had anything in there an ages. The stretch is making you whine and he's not taking his time to make anything sweet or sexy. No foreplay or anything. He's not taking his time to learn your tight canal, he's finger-fucking you to prepare you for his cock.  You whine when he adds another finger, speeding up his thrusts. The squelch of your cunt is enough to make your face redden, even as your grind against his hand. 
Your world tilts as you’re flipped over and turned, Shinzugawa moving right along. It’s all happening so fast and before you can realize what’s happening, his dick is pressing against your lips and his tongue is licking a long stripe down your slit. You scream, and he takes his chance, muffling your scream by plugging your mouth full of his big cock. 
His slurping loudly at your cunt, devouring you like a man starved all while jumping your face, shoving himself down your throat. It’s nasty and filthy and he’s not taking his time one bit. He’s an only about halfway in your mouth, so you work the rest of him with both hands. He’s face-fucking you and drinking up your sweet taste all in unison. 
His sacs are large and heavy against your face and his cock is intrusive, deep within your throat. There’s a mix of saliva and and precum foaming at your mouth and your going crazy. He’s sucking on your clit and you’re clawing at his thighs and he’s fucking cumming down your throat. Somewhere in my semi-conscious mind, you wonder how a man is physically able to ejaculate that much semen.
Your train of thought is broken because you too, violently orgasming and boy, it is not pretty. There’s a twitching dick leaking in your throat, and the dick’s owner is fucking your pussy like he wants to eat your whole. You can’t scream because you can’t breathe because there’s a ginormous dick in your throat and it’s too much. You’re twitching and fighting Sanemi’s death grip around your thighs because it’s all too much. The sounds that your body’s creating obscenely inappropriate; the loud squelching of your juicy cunt and the gluck gluck glack gluck of him face fucking you to shreds. 
When he finally yanks himself out your mouth and flips you around to face him, the ravenous expression on his face sends goosebumps across your skin. The fat dick you were previously choking on his back against your pussy, rubbing and grinding to mix the slick and your saliva together. 
Am I going to make it out of here alive?
"I'm gonna make you regret coming here.”
He’s shoving himself in. You choke on your breath, your hands scrambling across his scarred chest. He grabs your wrists, fully using your arms as handlebars to shove himself deeper. You're gurgling and babbling nonsense, a slurry of curses as he bullies his fat cock into your hardly prepped in cunt.
"Oh, oh fuck, relax," he slurs, rocking his hips in and out. "Ah, fuck, relax," his thumb finds your swollen clit and it's catastrophic. You scream as an unexpected orgasm rocks through your entire body. You're panting and moaning, and Sanemi is right there along with you, cursing and panting into your neck his been nicking at. He’s trying to fuck you through it, but you're so fucking tight and sensitive and you're positively strangling his dick and— oh, my God, he's cumming again. Not like earlier, but it's enough and it feels too fucking good to finally cum inside something, inside you. 
He lifts to his forearms, because he needs to try something else because he's not even halfway in your tiny cunt and you both have already cum, and you—
Sanemi freezes. You're crying, or on the brink of it, looking at him with the desperation that's consuming him whole, and he can't but help and think you look so fucking pretty, and so fucking beautiful and his control is gone and he's gripping your hips hard enough to bruise and fully shoving himself in your cunt. You wail and the tears fall, running down your face, down into your hairline and you just look sofucking pretty and wrecked and he hasn't really started fucking you. 
So he does. 
And your reaction is worth the strangulation dealt to him by your precious little cunt. "Big, big, too big," you shriek, "'s too big, Shin—"
"No," he interrupts, slapping your bouncing tits. It rips another scream from your throat, the sound like music to his ears, "my name. Drop the honorifics. While I'm fucking you, you better moan my fucking name." He finishes his sentence with a rather rough thrust. In his poisoned, lust-filled mind, he still finds himself growing incredibly angry because it was so fucked, "I fucking told you," he growls, his thrusts just as mean, "I fucking told you to leave and you didn't listen."
"Puh-p-please," you gurgle, marking him crescent shaped indents on his skin. "I-I can't, 's t-too much. S-Stop, I c—"
"You can take it," he's fucking you up, fucking up your guts and God, it's driving you insane. You can't breathe and Sanemi is bullying his fat cock into your tiny pussy without a fucking care. He's being brutal and rough, fucking you on the ground like an animal. "You gonna cum?" he taunts,  watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Yeah, you better start begging."
"P-puh, p-please, Sanemi," you whine brokenly. "Shit, agh, fuck, fuck—“
"I thought you wanted me to stop?"
"No!" You all but cry out. "No, no, no, please, don't stop. I need it, need you."
Sanemi's kissing all over your face, the gentlest he's been yet, such a stark contrast to the brutal way he's sinking into your cunt and dragging your guts out with every withdraw. "Is that so? Need it? Need me that bad?" He rasps and for a moment, you think he's going to kiss you. But he spits into your parted mouth instead. "Fuck, you're so pretty. Letting me fuck you up like this. Say thank you."
"T-thank you," you pant out. "Thank y-you, Sanemi."
He moans loudly and fully helps you get there, rubbing his thumb against your clit. The stimulation makes your eyes cross and you try to say something, anything, but Sanemi is fucking you harder and he's pawing roughly at your tits and your mind is reeling and struggling to keep up or even make sense of the entire situation because it's all just too much. And then Sanemi's gripping your face, yanking you up and pressing his mouth to yours. It's all tongue and teeth more of a swap of saliva then a genuine kiss. And it's enough to break to rising peak and pulls you right down in it. You're hearing colors and seeing sounds, and your mind has short-circuited. 
When you finally come to some form of awareness, Sanemi's flipping your limp body over and raising your hips higher. Face down, ass up—oh, my God, he’s gonna to plow you into the fucking floor.  A yelp leaves your mouth as he slips right into your slippery cunt, groaning at how you seem to welcome him right in. He's deeper, much deeper than before and you can't do anything but take it. You're clawing at the ground to grip at anything really and Sanemi's jack-hammering away like a maniac. The loud slapping of skin sends an embarrassing flush down your body, despite yourself.   
You're not sure where the pleasure begins and the pain ends, but you're drunk on it, drunk on the carnal desire to have Sanemi fuck you to oblivion. Somewhere deep inside your mind, you wander if someone can die from sex. He's fucking you like he wants to kill you with his dick and thought he's groaning, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat against your skin, you wholly believe it's because of whatever he's ingested. He's chest is burning and soaking with sweat against your back, but his strength doesn't falter, he never falters, showing off his insane Hashira strength whilst fucking you silly. 
"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grits, sucking a hard spot onto your shoulder. "Where...where do you want me to cum?"
You're moaning and and writhing, and unable to form a coherent sentence. Sanemi's rough grip is in your hair, pulling you back as his heavy sacs slap against your throbbing clit. You want to tell him not inside, but your tongue is lolling out your mouth, drooling and your head is fuzzy, and Sanemi is to far gone to think rationally and not come into your bare pussy. And he does anyway and you squeeze the hell out of his cock, milking him for everything he's worth. "Oh, shit, shit, shit, holy shit," he's groaning and he's moaning and he's whining into your kiss-bitten skin, hips bucking into your wet heat. 
You're stuffed with his cum, and he's in fucking heaven. There's a thick ring of cream around his base from your wet pussy and all the cum he's just pumped you full with. He pulls you up by your hair, higher and until you’re on your haunches, seated in his lap. His hips move slowly, exploratory and hitting every last sensitive, gummy spot in your walls.  To your horror, you feel him growing stiff inside you once more. “It’s not over?” you weakly croak.
He gropes at your heaving chest, tweaking and pulling at your hard nipples. 
“Hah—“ he groans as you squeeze around him, bucking up roughly. “I have to keep going—oh, fuck—this stupid blood demon art, I have to fuck it out my system.”
You whimper and not because Sanemi’s resumed his thrusting, deep and slow, but because you’re in genuine fear of your wellbeing, Sanemi’s going to wreck your already bruised body and you essentially can’t do anything but take it.   
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he tongues at your wet cheeks, moaning at the salty taste. “You’re being so good. I knew you could be good. My perfect slut.”
”S-Stop,” you want him to shut up so badly, you can’t breathe, he’s punching his way up into you with his throbbing, fat cock. It’s like he’s try to fuck his way up your throat, or at least that’s what it feelslike. The squelch of your pussy is loud and you can feel a mixture of you and him dripping out your used hole, soaking his lap. “Ugh—I c-can’t, I can’t take it anymore.”
The slap across your cheek makes another burst of tears roll down your cheeks. “You will,” he growls, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “You’re going to fucking cum around my cock and milk every last drop of cum out of it. Come on, slut. You can do it.”
Oh, he’s fucking ruthless. He pins both your arms behind your back with in hand while the other roughly plays with your engorged clit. Your hand is hanging because you don’t have the strength to keep it up anymore and you’re most definitely seeing stars instead of brown flooring, and you’re most definitely not just cumming around Sanemi. 
You’re squirting and it’s causing your vision to darken, and you’re creaming all over his lap and on the floor and you’re screaming and crying out like you’re being stabbed to death. To an a certain extent you really are. And Sanemi doesn’t falter. If anything his thrusts get harder and his finger moves faster and faster against your clit. 
“I’m not stopping if you pass out,” you think you hear him say, but you’re way too out of it to know for sure. You’re babbling absolute gibberish, twitching and whimpering, weakly trying to get away from the insatiable man behind you. If anything, he holds you tighter and your eyes fully cross. The overstimulation is pulling you deeper and deeper into darkness, and-and—
You feel your body go limp before the darkness engulfs you whole. 
Sanemi keeps his promise to keep fucking you conscious or unconscious. Sometimes you are lucid enough to enough to moan and cry out his name, and other times, your only reaction is a weak whimper. It goes on for hours and hours before the concept of time is lost to the both of you. You’ve been fucked in every position, on every surface possible—it’s madness. He’s madness and he remains just as mean, perhaps even getting worser. 
You aren’t sure where he starts and where you end. Never in your life have you ever cum so much. Never in your life have you ever seen a man cum so much. He’s ejaculated on every inch if your body—in your tummy, on your tummy, in your mouth, on your face, on your tits. It’s never ending. 
Dramatics, because it does eventually end. The consuming burn that seemed to want to kill him from the inside out finally quieted. The posioned list-haze was finally clearing out his mind, and he’s starting to feel better, like himself again. He’s grown conscious just like you, just in a different way. 
The thing is, the both of you are both fucked out to exhaustion and drunk on overstimulation. 
You’re in his lap, his cock nestled deep inside your cunt. There’s no space in between your bodies, your clinging to him like a you’ve got separation anxiety. Your head is against head is against his shoulder and his head is gently soothing down your wild hair. He doesn’t mind the proximity, he thinks to himself, holding you a little tighter He’s unsure if you’re actually awake—earlier you had been grinding against him, nothing crazy because both of you were fucking spent, but enough to stimulate something. 
(The both of you are clearly insatiable)
“Shinzugawa,” you whisper.
He stiffens, his hand freezing. 
“Are you feeling better, Shinzugawa?”
He can’t believe you. He’s fucked you stupid for hours and hours and you still have the gall to address him by his surname. 
“I’m fine.” He answers gruffly. Which is a lie, because posion-wise, he feels like he’s gotten an intense cleanse. He’s a new man essentially. But physically? Oh, he’s in so much fucking pain from never getting actual treatment after the mission and fucking you like a mad man. His balls hurt. But until you get up, there would have to be a demon breaking down his door to get him up.  
His hands drops as you begin to shift around, lifting your head. There’s an acute exhaustion on your face, your eyes droopy but you still smile at him, tiredly. All on your neck and chest, angry red marks and hickeys mare your skin. Sanemi thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. (He’ll never say it aloud, though).
When you lean down and press your lips against his, he thinks twice about reprimanding you for disobeying him. He’s still incredibly angry, but you're so sweet and pliant against him, letting him explore your mouth sensually. So as you part from his lips, the only thing he can utter is, “You’re such an idiot.”
You catch on immediately, "I just wanted to help you," you sigh. "You looked on the brink of death."
"You didn't need to do that," he argues gruffly. "The entire situation was so fucked."
"You saved me on the mission," you lean forward, kissing his cheek. His heartbeat stutters. “Even though you threw me off a fucking building, you still took the brunt of the attack. It’s my fault—“ you mouth snaps shut and Sanemi can see the gears working in your mind. “Oh, my God, that’s why she sent me.”
He can’t help but roll his eyes. You’re extremely late to the party. 
“The vapor the demon was releasing, the poisonous one—it was a lust oriented,” your jaw unhinges as you speak. “That’s why you were getting so red and feverish. I thought it was from internal bleeding.”
Sanemi grunts at you. “Yeah, I realized that after we got back and I had the spirit of a sex demon in my mind and threatening to kill me if I didn’t start fucking something. It was horrible. I felt like I was dying—I was dying.” Never in his life had he experienced something so excruciating. 
Another wave a realization crashes on you. “Shinzugawa, that’s terrible. how did you survive so long?”
He shrugs. “Hell if I know. Sheer desperation, I guess.”
”Holy shit,” you murmur, eyes widening. He finds himself agreeing with you. Holy. Shit.
”I can’t believe you, though.”  he snaps, a tumultuous sort of emotions running his mind. It’s too much for his lagging brain. “I didn’t want to hurt you and I did just that. Why didn’t you leave?” He finds his voice getting smaller, that crippling anxiety he felt for a fleeting moment while lost in the haze coming back full force. The what ifs plague his mind and Sanemi finds himself growing so very vulnerable in the moment. He squeezes his eyes shut, unable to look you in the eye, “Why…why didn’t you leave?”
Your hands are a gentle touch against his face, but roughed from years and years of training. Your fingers tangle into the white locs brushing against the nape of his neck. He feels your forehead press against his, and you whisper against his lips, ”I just wanted to help. It was my fault you got hit. It was my fault you got hit again.”
Good god, it’s all too much. His body is exhausted and he’s feeling too many things and guilt is gnawing at his brain and you’re just too sweet, too understanding and too unbothered by the way he’s treated you in the last forty-eight hours because despite all the guilt and shame running rampant—a sick and twisted realization makes him cringe because he doesn’t regret it. 
No, Sanemi doesn’t regret it—not one bit.
In fact—quite shockingly—he finds that he’s even…glad it was you.
Disgusting. He knows.
”It’s not your fault,” he argues, though he’s truly too exhausted to put any real power behind it. 
He takes your settling back into his chest as your agreement, as you’re too tired to fight back. You’re moving around slightly, taking his arm and guiding it back around your naked back. “You don’t look like you’re in your deathbed anymore,” you mumble, slipping your hand into his. 
”I’m forever indebted to you.” Sanemi wonders if you’re purposefully rocking against him. It’s small, baby movements, but enough to stir is flaccid cock nestled in your abused cunt.
“Ooh,” you coo. “If you stay like this, your debt is forgiven.”
He’s tempted, terribly so, but both of your bodies are sticky and sweaty, and he hasn’t pulled out in a long time. “I need to wash you up.”
You whine and like the devious minx you are, you squeeze your abused walls around him and he involuntarily bucks up. He hisses, tightens his hold on you to keep you still, “Fuck, don’t do that.”
”I wanna stay like this,” you whimper and all care is thrown to the wind because you’re totally riding him now, slowly rising and sinking down on him. “Can I fuck you like this, please? Please?”
Oh, he can’t believe it, believe you. And fuck, he can’t believe he’s getting actually getting aroused. 
He can’t believe he lets you fuck yourself on his overwork dick. He can’t believe it as you slowly but surely work yourself up to an orgasm with no stimulation. He can’t believe it when he cums inside of you, you shooting his thick load straight into your womb. It dribbles out along with the rest of your slick and his old seed because he’s already stuffed you twice earlier. 
Finally, finally, when he convinces you to wash up with him, you feel like a new person. Sanemi’s mostly quiet, but so are you. His scarred hands are gentle as he srubs your body and cleans your sensetive pussy of all his cum. He’s gentle as he dresses the old and new wounds and marks tattering your body.
He’s so, so careful and soft with you, it makes you borderline emotional, and God, you fight with a vengeance to keep  your tears from falling down. 
And when he’s all done and the both of you are all cleaned, tucked away in his bed to rest, you have a sick and twisted realization of your own. Sanemi purposefully left a ginormous gap between your bodies. Though your muscles are aching, you scoot over to his side. He doesn’t shake you off when you mold your body against his warm back and tangle your legs with his. 
He pulls your arms around his middle, and interlacing your fingers together. It’s a oddly affectionate, sending a flurry of butterflies through your belly.
“Shinzugawa?”
”What?”
”Can I tell you a secret?” You whisper. 
He grunts. Your affirmation. 
Though he can’t see your face, you still hide your red face in his muscled shoulder. “I’m glad it was me. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”
In the quiet serene of the room, despite the darkness, Sanemi bits his lip to conceal his smile.
“Me too.”
~•~
Tanjiro frowns as he realizes he’s been stood up again. He had been fully enthralled by your combat style since he met you for the first time months ago—you swooped in and saved him, Zentisu and Nezuko months ago during a mission they came terribly close to failing.
You weren’t a Hashira, but he respected you like one. He’s pretty indifferent to most of the Hashiras, but you? You’re different. There’s a scent that you carry that he’s never encountered before. You intrigued him. 
So when he finally built up the guts to ask you for personal training and advice—you surprisingly agreed. Whenever the two of you wound up on the same schedule, he’d be right by your side, learning you to become a better fighter.
But he’s been stood up for the second day in a row, and his concern is growing. If you’re not with Kocho, then you’re with Sanemi. And you couldn’t be with Sanemi because he’d been badly injured and fell ill during a mission and was holed up in his home. 
So Tanjiro sets out for the butterfly mansion. He finds Kocho immediately, being sure to greet her appropriately before asking her of your whereabouts. 
The Insect Hashira shakes her head, dutifully, but he notices the small smile on her face, “She’s not available. She won’t be for another week.”
Tanjiro sighs, disappointed, but accepts it. He nods toward her workspace, straining his eye to read the label of the containers in her hand, “Bruise cream. Shakuyakukanzoto. Kakkonto. Detox tea. Who’s all this for?” He asks, staring at the leaves and plants and fruits scattered about. 
She chuckles, all mischievous and secretive. “Someone who needs it.”
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viatrixtravels-a · 1 year ago
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The Genshin Bachelorette - Episode #8-11
// Seeing @starredvisions make her own version of this with Furina reminded me that I never finished this series but I still had the screenshots on my computer. xD
Instead of dragging it out another month, I'm simply going to post the final 4 episodes in one go.
First up, let's refresh our minds on who the final four contestants were...
EPISODE #8 - HOMETOWNS
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// Before you proceed, please vote on who you think will ultimately win Lumine's heart! uwu NO PEEKING!
EPISODE #9 - ONE-ON-ONE DATES
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EPISODE #10 FANTASY SUITES
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EPISODE #11 - THE FINALE
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// ...And that concludes the Genshin Bachelorette!
So, did you guess correctly? And do you think Lumine made the right choice? Feel free to share your ooc opinions or even have your characters react!
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"...So, this farce is finally over? Can I go back to doing my Commissions now? I'm super behind at this point!"
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madfantasy · 1 year ago
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Dear blogging
Yes, I continued another cycle around the sun, or has the earth been doing that against my will, I have stood still inside the same box it carries. Now that I acted true to my need to not suppress my non forward ways of describing things, I can say I'm a year older today -well, yesterday, cuz it's 7 am now heh.
I've always seen the progression of age as a time bomb I have to race, and since everything in my life has a different path than the advertised regulars, and the falsehood of one size fits all narrative, that need exemplified and fed more into my depression, I've stopped counting time even though I'm horrifically in need of time stamps on everything.
Today, i did not remember it was my birthday and when I did, I was surprised that I had this growing indifference bubbling into hints of contentment, like that momentarily whiff of sweetness in the boiling hot tea kettle (if you do boil your tea), that tells you this tea will be okay. And delicious.
If nothing I've done so far worked I've coming to conclude that maybe I'm here to witness and document, and be responsible of what I already can control, if not in words that often escapes me, even if not through art, but just colours, glimpses, gestures, pictures and sensation, and putting a time tamp next to it to inform, I was here and I bore witness to life, even to no one. I never been into selfies but started taking pics in Polaroided way which eased my need to delete everything, heh
To share some and continue to count my 'first times':
Yesterday, my first winter coat ever arrived (thanks to the dears commissioning me🙏🏽❤️🖤) and I was looking like a potato, a good and proper one. Feeling like a huggable balloon, ready to be attached by my sibs. The weight and how quick it made me warm made it hard for me to sink deep, asleep in my mobile cocoon. also it is matching my theme of innocent naughtiness, red and black, hehe. I've also enjoyed coffee and some Tintin time
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First time I hear from my old friends online remembering my birthday and got it into a first time hearing from new friends, got me all smiles I couldn't surpress all day~
Thank you for enjoying my art and being there even in thoughts, accompanying my chaotic artistic splish splash of madness, hoping to bring more fluffy crazed spiced or cozy arting~
I wish you all what you deserve my dears 🖤❤️
18.12.2023, coffee+ catching on sleep + playing the Grinch ☕
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fuckyeahvanhalen86-95 · 6 months ago
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Former Van Halen bassist Michael Anthony is celebrating his 70th birthday today (June 20). In honor of the milestone, Anthony’s longtime musical compatriot Sammy Hagar has posted a special message on his social media sites for his frequent collaborator and fellow VH alum.
The Red Rocker posted a text note, as well as a video in which he delivered a heartfelt message to Anthony that ended with a little humorous twist.
“On this day, a long, long time ago, the world was blessed with this bad a–, bass playing, singing rock ‘n’ roll superstar,” Hagar wrote. “Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the one. The only Mr. Michael Anthony.”
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ABOUT HAGAR’S VIDEO MESSAGE TO ANTHONY
As for the video, it featured Hagar addressing the camera while wearing a stylish gray blazer and a white dress shirt with dark stripes.
“Happy Birthday, Mr. Michael Anthony, my longtime friend, my brother from a different mother,” Hagar said in the clip. “I can’t tell you how much I love having you as a friend, having you as a bandmate, a partner in crime. I know it’s your birthday today, and I’m sitting here reminiscing and looking at all these old pictures.”
The video then showed a series of old photos of Hagar and Anthony performing onstage together.
Sammy continued, “Mike, we’ve been doing it a long time. … We have more fun than any 10 monkeys on the planet, OK?”
Hagar then noted, “Like I said, I know it’s your birthday, so in your honor, I’m getting dressed up today and I’m gonna stay dressed up. And I’m gonna make a cocktail later—it’s too early now—but in your honor, I want to be first class today for you. Peace, love, and happiness.”
As the video came to an end, Sammy commented to the person recording the message, “Are we done?” Hagar then turned and started walking back into his house, as the camera pulled back to show he was wearing Hawaiian-print shorts and was barefoot.
“[Got to] get this monkey suit off,” he then said.
MICHAEL ANTHONY’S RESPONSE
Anthony posted his own message responding to Hagar’s video in the comments section of Sammy’s Instagram page.
“Hahahaha, thanks, brother, haven’t seen you that dressed up in a long time!!!” Michael wrote. “We’ve been through a lot, and we ain’t finished yet!! I love ya….and I’ll be right over for that birthday cocktail.”
HAGAR AND ANTHONY’S SHARED MUSICAL HISTORY
Anthony and Hagar first began playing together when Sammy was hired by Van Halen to replace founding frontman David Lee Roth in 1985. Hagar left Van Halen in 1996, and he and Anthony then teamed up with Journey’s Neal Schon and Deen Castronovo in the short-lived band Planet Us in 2002.
Anthony and Hagar took part in a Van Halen reunion tour in 2004, but after the trek, both musicians soon departed the band for good. In 2007, Van Halen was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, but Anthony and Hagar were the only members to attend the ceremony, although they no longer were part of the group.
Since then, Anthony has played with Hagar in the supergroup Chickenfoot and in Sammy’s backing band The Circle. He now is preparing to hit the road with Hagar on The Best of All Worlds Tour, along with Chickenfoot guitarist Joe Satriani and The Circle’s drummer, Jason Bonham.
MORE ABOUT THE BEST OF ALL WORLDS TOUR
As previously reported, The Best of All Worlds Tour will mainly focus the Van Halen catalog.
The trek kicks off July 13 in West Palm Beach, Florida, and is scheduled to conclude on August 31 in St. Louis. Loverboy will be the opening act throughout the tour.
Tickets for the tour dates shows are available now via various outlets, including StubHub.
When you purchase through links on our site, we may earn an affiliate commission.
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jreed3842 · 9 months ago
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GAH! I can finally share this online now! For Warren's birthday I printed and framed a piece I commissioned! This was to commemorate the wonderful campaign he ran that concluded last year!! Absolutely in love with how this came out! Art done by the incredible @quennmakesart!
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This piece includes Reece's character, Emily, the half-orc on the left, Daniel's character, Ellanna, the half elf on the right, and my character, Helianthos, in the middle. Around the border are the 16 elements the campaign was focused around! Just absolutely stunning work!
Also... I wanted to share the silly little sketch I sent to the artist when I first started this commission. I love comparing how beautifully she brought to life my ideas from just my silly little sketch!
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Happy birthday, @kotin!! I'm so glad you liked this. It was so hard to keep it a secret for so long! Hehehe!
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roxannarambles · 1 year ago
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Hello, saw this floating around and decided to fill it out, since I'm just chilling right now.
I don't really like tagging people, don't want them to feel on the spot, so if you see this, consider yourself tagged if you so desire. ^_^
20 Questions for Fic Writers
1. How many works do you have on A03?
At the moment, 24, but I have more posted to my Tumblr than I do a03. I prefer it here (although the audience is smaller)
2. What's your total A03 word count?
Kind of an odd question. 479,942. I guess this is supposed to be flexing? But I really do feel like it's not the quantity that matters, it's the quality.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
In the past, many. (I didn't write for all of em but here's some of my previous fandoms) Currently I write for Pokemon.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
For complete fics, the top spots belong to some Owl House fics, the next is a short Breath of the Wild Sidlink fic, the next is my Legault/Heath Fire Emblem story, and then a compilation of Moomin stories for a Snufmin Week.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes. In my FF.net days, the norm seemed to be not to respond to comments. But these days, responding to comments seems to be the new norm. Besides, it's nice to thank people for taking the time out of their day to comment and for being such lovely human beings. Even if it IS really hard for me to think of how to thank them without sounding like a buffoooooon (I take a while to get around to it sometimes argh)
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I have never done that. I want hopeful stories because they give me hope. I think the world needs more of that right now.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
How do you even judge that? Sorry I gotta skip this one, I have no clue
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Very rarely. In Owl House fandom, there are two characters who are not biologically related, did not grow up together, do not share a parental figure, and are not familial in any capacity. However, because a large number of fans have decided they have a "sibling vibe," they've concluded that shipping them together is vile and anyone who does so should be witch-hunted, harassed, slandered, doxxed, and worse. So, I got hate for that occasionally! That's about it, though.
9. Do you write smut?
I did once. Never again, lol
10. Do you write crossovers?
I wrote a Moomin/Deltarune crossover for a while. Nobody read it, though. A shame, it was fun.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Why would you steal a fic? Well, it's the internet, I guess you see just about everything online eventually, but I've never even heard of that. Art theft? Sure. Usually so the person can scam folks into commissioning them. Fic theft though? Nope. That's a new one for me. This is not an invitation for folks to try it out, lol
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Somebody asked me permission once to do that! I told them yes. I never heard back from them though.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
A lifetime ago I did a round-robin fic with my friends. I don't think I could co-write a fic now though, honestly. I'm so very picky about my headcanons. I would be horrible to work with.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
Man, that's tough. I guess probably Mulder/Scully (see question 19) just because it was my first ship and left such an impression on me.
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
'Second Chances.' It was such a cute story and so FUN. People loved it too. And I had it all planned out. But I left Owl House fandom before completing it. I never will return to it, I am too bitter with the final season of the show and the mainstream fans are also very tiresome to deal with.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Hmm. I'm getting to be pretty good at outlining things and figuring out the story's structure. tbh ~90% of my story is often done before I even start my first draft, either due to the vivid daydreams I have, trying stuff out and then trying different things out in my head (& the notes I take on said daydreams) or the progressively more specific outlines as I work things out. That said, there's definitely still stuff that simply does not work on paper that seemed so good in your head. And there's a lot of magic that just seems to spontaneously happen while writing the actual draft out, and it's so important to stay open to that. Whoops I am rambling. I guess in summary my strength is finding a satisfying ratio of outlining stuff vs. staying open to ideas and letting the story lead me in the direction it wants to go.
Also I think I'm pretty good at dialogue. Action/scene description is harder for me, but dialogue feels easy.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
My ideas tend to be very Big. I have great difficulty writing shorter stories. This sucks because I do not have limitless time and energy and I can sometimes bite off more than I can chew. I would love to write shorter stories so I can try out a larger number of ideas. I also want to improve my prose, I need some more variety in there, imo.
My primary weakness, though, is I only write as a form of escapism when I feel depressed. I want a healthier relationship with my writing and with fandom. Basically, I need to learn how to do things casually, to not let an interest consume me completely. I'll let you know if I figure out how to do that, no luck so far.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I'm a boring monolingual. I'm not going to write in another language unless I know at least a little about it. Toss in a few phrases or sentences, sure, but nothing more than that.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
The X-Files. I was a Mulder/Scully shipper. We called it MSR back then, MulderScullyRomance. I was a young lass back then, and it was my induction to shipping and romance. I loved them because they had fantastic chemistry and a strong partnership built on trust and mutual respect, despite their differing worldviews and interests. Also because I really really liked Scully.
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
Hmmmmm. Tough to choose. I really like "Acquired Taste" because it was the first really long fan fiction I wrote and finished. (At least, I think? I had a long Stargate fic back in the day but we don't speak of that) And I wrote it after a really long break from writing fic (years and years). It has a very special place in my heart.
Is it my best work, though? Mmm. Not sure. I'm also pretty fond of "Ships That Pass in the Night," my longest work. I put my heart and soul into it and got so many comments/interactions, and it has a lot of happy memories.
I also really like some super short stories of mine, though. This one is 613 words long but I feel like it says everything my longer stories on Julinemo do. I also loved writing Support Conversations for Fire Emblem which force you to tell as much as you can in such an incredibly short format. (GBA-era Fire Emblem) I am so proud of those, they pushed me a lot as a writer.
I also like the fics I've done that are mostly genfic, because again, they involved trying something new. They tend to be my least popular 'cause ships reign supreme I guess. That's fine though, that's just the way fic writing goes.
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mostlysignssomeportents · 2 years ago
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Red Team Blues Chapter One, part five
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My next novel is Red Team Blues, a grabby thriller about how finance curdled the dream of tech as a force for human thriving. It comes out in a matter of days, and to get you ready for that release, I’ve been serializing the first chapter all week — and today, I wrap up the series.
If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/21/bondage-fees/#henched
If you’ve enjoyed this serial, I hope you’ll pre-order the book — or, better yet, come to one of my tour stops!
http://redteamblues.com
Here’s the previous installments:
Part one:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/17/have-you-tried-not-spying/#unsalted-hash
Part two:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/18/cursed-are-the-sausagemakers/#henched
Part three:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/19/whats-wrong-with-iowa/#henched
Part four:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/20/links-arent-performances/#henched
Here’s where US readers can pre-order the book:
https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865847/red-team-blues
Here’s pre-orders for Canadians:
https://services.raincoast.com/scripts/b2b.wsc/featured?hh_isbn=9781250865847&ht_orig_from=raincoast
And for readers in the UK and the rest of the Commonwealth:
https://uk.bookshop.org/p/books/red-team-blues-cory-doctorow/7225998?ean=9781804547755
And now, here’s today’s concluding serial installment:
“I mean, what do I get?”
The transformation was incredible. One minute, he’d been a scared old man, desperate, literally pleading for his life. In a flash, he was calm, back in the realm of numbers, and I was making a deal with a guy who’d eaten ramen for twenty-­two years rather than surrender any more of his future fortune than was absolutely necessary.
“Well, a twenty-­five percent commission is obviously out of the question. We’re talking about a billion dollars here.”
“That’s if I recover the keys before they exfiltrate any of that money. My commission is based on value at recovery, not initial value. So if any of this goes public and the value of a Trustlesscoin falls to zero, then I get twenty-­five percent of nothing.”
He looked sour. “If that happens, you won’t have anywhere to send your invoice for your twenty-­five percent, either. But, Marty, you can’t seriously expect a two-­hundred-­and-­fifty-­mil upside here.”
“Daniel Moses Lazer, you just got through lecturing me on the trillions in downside if those keys aren’t recovered. Note that I did not say that I expected any share of the positive externalities a successful recovery would generate. Just the direct benefit to my client.” I nodded at him.
“But a quarter of a billion dollars — ­”
“Or maybe it’s nothing. Or maybe I’ll find myself face-­to-­face with these killers you say you’d have to cower in a bunker over until the end of your natural life. Danny, I’m surprised at you. You know who I am. You know what I charge. You know I don’t haggle.”
He smiled, and I saw a little of the happy, well-­fed, successful second act that he’d projected when he answered his door. “Yeah, I know. But I had to try. Two hundred and fifty mil is two hundred and fifty mil.”
“A quarter of a billion dollars here, a quarter of a billion there — ­”
“Yeah, yeah. Pretty soon, we’re talking real money. You think you can do it?”
I shrugged. “Can’t say. I have some ideas about how to start, covering the bases, being my normal, meticulous self. You’d be surprised how often that works. If there’s a fast resolution to this scam, it’ll be because the people on the other side of it forgot to dot an i or cross a t. They have to make zero mistakes; I just have to find one error. They have to be perfect; I just have to be systematic. It’s why I play the red team. Advantage to the attacker, as always.”
“As always.” He checked his watch. “Shit, I got to get my phone for a second here. Can you give me a minute?”
“Sure,” I said as he grabbed his phone and mine, giving me mine back absently as he powered his up and logged in to it even as he slid through his sliding doors and into that picture-­perfect living room.
I didn’t power up my phone right away. First, because it was a game I played with myself: How long could I go without ramming its phosphors into my eyeballs? Second, because I wanted to mull over this job. And third, because I had a sense from Sethu’s body language that she wanted to have a word with me.
She stepped away from the painting. She really was very good. Whatever she’d done to it while Danny and I had been talking had brought it to life in a way I couldn’t exactly articulate, making it seem energetic, hinting at all the feverish activity in the home offices and garages and cars in that impressionistic landscape. She gave it hustle.
“Danny tells me you’ve done this work before,” she said, hanging her smock on the easel and wiping her hands with an oily rag.
“Since the earliest days,” I said. “Most accountants saw the spreadsheet as a tool for making their lives easier. A smaller group realized its potential for covering up financial crimes. I think I was the only member of that second group that wanted to prevent the crimes, rather than creating them.”
“So there were three groups,” she said.
“I guess so,” I said. “The bean counters, the crooks, and me. Pretty sure we used to all hang out in the same Usenet support group for advanced Lotus 1–­2–­3 users.”
“You’ve solved a lot of cases?”
“You make me sound like a detective. Yeah, I’ve made some of my clients pretty happy.”
“Danny said you just had a big victory?”
“Rearden Factoring. They’re financial engineers, leveraging supply-­chain desperation. If you’re a big blue chip, you tell your suppliers that you’re paying them on one hundred and eighty days net unless they sign up with Rearden, which will process their invoices in thirty days in exchange for a two percent commission. Rearden doesn’t charge the buyers anything for this; it just leverages up that free cash flow, turning it into capital for big bets in the capital markets, rotating its positions with every billing cycle. It’s a lucrative business.”
“It sounds like a dirty business,” she said.
“No dirtier than any monopoly scam. The bigger the bigs get, the better the terms they can extract from their supply chain. It’s the golden rule: they have the gold, they make the rules.”
“And you helped them?”
“I did. Insider job, but he made a mistake. I caught it.”
“That is a lucky break. Why would someone so competent in one domain be so foolish in another?”
“That is a mystery that I have pondered since I first figured out my old man was a brilliant mechanical engineer and a dribbling idiot when it came to politics, Sethu. If I ever figure out the answer to that question, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
She and I exchanged a look that meant something, though I couldn’t have said what. If Sethu was a gold digger who’d tricked Danny into having something to live for, I wasn’t going to fault her for it or begrudge her any of Danny’s holdings, assuming he had any holdings in a week or two. Teaming up with a young, beautiful, devastatingly intelligent woman wasn’t a lapse in Danny’s brilliance as far as I was concerned — ­it was his smarts carrying over from one domain into the next.
“Thanks for the history lesson,” she said. “Always fascinating to hear these tales from the electronic frontier.”
“Anytime,” I said as she picked up the easel and went back indoors, passing Danny in the doorway as he came out to me.
“Did she grill you?” he asked.
“Just a friendly chat,” I said.
“Well, then, you got lucky. She’s my equal partner in Trustless, and she’s also the beneficiary of my estate. She has as much at stake as I do here. Even before this incident, she told me I was too trusting. Me! If she’s willing to trust you, you should take it as a standing ovation in your little one-­man show, Martin Hench: Stand-­Up Guy.”
“It’s a performance that’s wowed ’em for a generation,” I said.
“Well, maybe this will be your grand finale. An old player who happens on a quarter billion dollars doesn’t need to perform for his grubstake anymore.”
“But you didn’t quit when you had the chance,” I said, before realizing with a wince that he had quit, quit everything and made ready to quit life itself.
He saw the wince, and his eyes and voice softened. “I nearly did. Maybe I should have.”
I’m at the LA Times Festival of Books this weekend!
On Sat (Apr 23) at noon, I’m on a panel called “Covering Silicon Valley” with Winddance Twine, moderated by Wendy Lee from the LA Times.
On Sun (Apr 24) at 11AM, I’m signing for California Book Club at booth 111. At 12:30, I’m doing a panel called “The Accidental Detective” with Alex Segura, Margot Douaihy and SJ Rozan
[Image ID: A squared-off version of Will Staehle's cover for the Macmillan edition of 'Red Team Blues.']
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enchantedchocolatebars · 2 years ago
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Bedroom Description Headcanon Based Off Of This Commission Au Art
Thanking my buddy @queenspinoodle for her help!
So, for starters, Philip and Caleb share a bedroom in their apartment (I like the idea of them sharing a room since they did the same when they were kids in the 1600's). They also have their own beds. The room is small, but spacious enough for the two to move around and stuff. It's also tidy and well organized (thanks to Philip and sometimes Caleb lol).
When it comes to lights / lighting, they have a woven nest ceiling light with little light bulb eggs and fake birds sitting on the branches (I bet you can guess who's idea that was to buy that lol.)
They also have a small desk lamp.
For furniture, they pretty much have the basics.
Now, unto the unique things!🌟✨ Bird posters, a few k-pop posters of the group TWICE, and fun stickers (Caleb) as well as Jesus decor (Philip) are all over the walls.
At their room desk sits their big book of brotherly adventures, a bible, a picture frame of them, a silly looking cardinal bobblehead, a carving knife, feather pens, and a Jesus figure.
Philip hangs his satchel around the desk chair.
To conclude the room's overall vibe?
IT'S SO THEM.
That's it. :)
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