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Chapter 56 Karasu Posting

Hooooooly moly dear void. I will de-feral this as much as possible before posting, but full disclosure: I am not hiding my Hakuri bias at all this time. Thank you once again for tolerating my bullshit.

Now that I have access to the JP version, I can try to TL the editor's notes that are left out of the EN version! They're not super important or anything, but it's still an unnecessary corner to cut IMO. Other languages like Spanish keep them in...

(Please consider this and all other TLs practice for myself and not an actual competent interpretation, kind void.)

First page: 代償と覚悟- [taishou to kakugo-, "Cost and resolve..."]; I think a better, less literal translation would be along the lines of "The cost of one's resolve...", but again, not in any way competent at this. Last page: 妖刀振るう者の実力戦況が動く-!! [youtou furuu mono no jitsuryoku senkyou ga ugoku-!!, "The tide of battle shifts as the Bearer shows his true abilities through his enchanted blade...!!"]; 戦況 (senkyou) literally means "progress of a battle" or "war situation" but I think it's equivalent enough to the phrase "tide of battle" to translate it as such. It sounds a lot less stiff that way anyway... and yeah, 妖刀 (youtou, bewitched/magical/demon sword) is what the enchanted blades are called in Japanese, just like 振るう者 (furuu mono, wielder) are the Bearers. This one's honestly a toughie for me since it's hard to keep all the connotations without the sentence getting clunky or too far off from the original. Welp, that's why I'm just a total amateur still!

Also, putting this here in case it's left untranslated in the EN version: In regards to Samura's command when he draws Tobimune, karasu (鴉) means "crow" or "raven"- hence all the feathers. What an awesome reuse of the theme from Roku no Meiyaku!

Someone save this one-shot from MTL hell pretty please

Crows can represent good omens in Japan- they're associated with gratitude, guidance, and good luck in addition to the usual things like cleverness and trickery. Pretty fitting for Samura, I'd say! Especially with the backstory we got about him and the Makizumi this chapter.

On Respect for Life

I love Hokazono-sensei's chibi style. Look at Samura scolding his guards like Shiba scolded Hakuri and Chihiro!

This manga seriously never misses on the found family wholesomeness. I know we're getting this backstory to make the potential upcoming deaths hurt so much more- the only question I'm asking right now is how many of them will live through whatever the Hishaku's trump card is. I just love seeing characters care deeply for each other beyond the sake of duty, y'know? No mater how they meet, they connect and come to value each other's lives as much as or more than their own. That's peak shounen!

Samura's so passionate about saving the lives that others are willing to give up for his sake that he can't bear to leave them behind even when it's for the best. It takes Uruha's intervention to get him the hell out of there but he immediately wants to charge back in. He wants to save no matter how much it conflicts with his personal beliefs or how much it will cost him personally- no matter how much it will cost the whole nation if he dies (sounds like someone else we know).

What about Uruha, though? He's not quite like his (former) master- he's been tempered differently and I can't wait to find out why. He seems to be very accepting of letting other people die for his sake again.

Uruha has the same abundant respect for life and the desire to protect that Samura does but it manifests completely differently. He still recklessly jumps in to save the day, but he's far more prudent about strategy despite being younger. To Uruha, valuing the lives of the guards means acknowledging the importance they place on his own. He respects their devotion by staying alive to ensure their sacrifices aren't in vain. It's about honoring the choice they made, even if it hurts him to do so. (And possibly another thing, but that'll be near the end since it's kind of a reach on my part.)

Master and disciple of the same style with completely different outlooks on how to emphasize the importance of life. Which one will be given credence by the story here, though? Depends on a technically unrelated third party.

Hakuri, the Makizumi, and Samura

Hmmmmmmmmm who does this sound like.

If there were any doubts about what this part of the arc is for, let them be forever cast aside: this is for Hakuri's growth. The Makizumi, Uruha, and even Samura are here to focus on key aspects of Hakuri's character, namely his two biggest flaws: "freakishly devoted" and "not valuing himself enough or in the right way".

The obsessive devotion of the Sazanami clan was cast in a negative light- seeing themselves as tools, tradition over humanity, Soya's entire character. Now we have the Makizumi, a clan who also see themselves as tools to live for a master's sake. They're being shown in a positive way though: they're lovingly devoted to Samura's well-being, and the sacrifice they plan to make is noble instead of terribly pointless. But it's not because of their mindset- that's way too close to the Sazanami's for comfort. It's because they were humanized by being with Samura.

He rejected their protection and utility despite the air-tight logic of their argument. He absolutely refuses to let them die for his sake even though they essentially exist to do so. He's not a guy who trivializes life even if he's given full license to do so because it goes against his sincerely held beliefs. Instead, Samura sees them as people to care for and protect in return- that's how he values life (who else does that sound like?).

Now look at Hakuri.

Like the Makizumi, he lives to be useful. Working with Chihiro means making the world a better place so there will never be another Ice Lady. His life has no value other than how useful he is and what Chihiro sets it to (hence all the allusions to Hakuri being Chihiro's dog in the Japanese version).

Like Samura, he absolutely will not let others die for his sake. Even disregarding his own inherent value as a person, it doesn't matter to him that he's a key part of the plan for national stability. Whatever happens to him is of no consequence if it means others are safe. He will not let another life slip through his hands again.

So yes, this part of the arc at Senkutsuji is (almost) all for Hakuri. Uruha was an obvious parallel to him from the start, and now Samura's a mirror of his ardent savior complex while the Makizumi reflect the mindset that fuels it.

Sazanami Hakuri: #1 enabler of recklessly suicidal behavior.

What happens next depends on where Hakuri's character growth is intended to go. If he's supposed to be more like Samura, his actions will save the day and everything will be fine even if he himself is out of commission for a while. But if he's supposed to be more like Uruha, then this victory will be fleeting. I think the latter is the more compelling development, personally. There's nothing new or exciting about a character exceeding their limits to achieve an upset victory here. Hakuri's done it three times now, in fact. But I'll have more to say on this later. For now...

Shameless Hakuri Praising

I am absolutely insane over the colour page. It's the first one for a solo character that isn't Chihiro and it's just to show off Hakuri looking absolutely incredible!

Normally don't post the full thing but LOOK AT HIM. HE'S SO COOL!

//NOTE: May as well mark it in the off-chance it isn't removed: the kanji in the blue box is just the title of the series (神楽鉢, Kagurabachi).

I should have been more confident and not let someone talk me out of the "I'm the only one" connection to Kyora's willpower last week. I won't go back to edit it- that mistake will stay forever. But holy shit. I am in love with this colour page and all it represents. I've been waiting for ages for us to get reminders that Hakuri is still a Sazanami! He only destroyed his family about 24 hours ago, so their ideals are still very much present in him and core to who he is.

It's even down to the suit he's wearing! It's the same as his younger appearance in the Ch. 20 flashback panel, just with Kyoura's ugly tie from the Ch. 31 colour page:

Apologies yet again for my shitty MSPaint skills.

This is everything I wanted! Repudiating his family's ideals, taking them down, and leaving them behind to make the world a better place didn't undo everything that he was trained to do for his deeply-held beliefs. Hakuri still carries the legacy of his family with him in how he devotes his entire being to a cause. He's still his father's son.

There's his name, too! 伯理 [Hakuri] means "logical chief". It implies that the person is due respect as the family's role model, among other interesting things. So dressing him up in a suit and giving him his dad's tie makes me go just a skosh feral. He's the true Sazanami ideal that Kyoura could never be- living up to his name despite everything that happened between him and his family. Call it reaching if you want! I won't deny that it's a tenuous implication at best. But I love this kind of shit so I'm going to hold it close and gnaw on it in delulu land.

One last possible interpretation (and my personal favourite)- if the JP text is removed as usual from the EN version, the caption on it is: 胸に秘めたその信念- [mune ni hi meta sono shinen-; "The conviction(s) hidden in his heart..."] (curse Japanese for being vague about singular vs. plural so often) .

Hm. What could such an exuberant character like Hakuri be hiding? This guy is completely open about what he's thinking and feeling at all times- there's no mystery about what's going on with him.

Unless, of course, it has to do with his whole raison d'être.

Ice Lady is a complete unknown to Chihiro, Shiba, and everyone else. He only mentioned her as "someone who set [him] on the right path" in a flash back panel in chapter 34. He keeps what he did to her close to his heart, hidden away from the world. I hope this part of his backstory comes into play this arc or in the future. Her suicide completely changed his mentality but it got mixed into his slavish devotion mindset. He just shifted the focus of that resolve from the Rakuzaichi to saving lives.

But there's something else too. Something much more fundamental affects how Hakuri sees the world and himself that he doesn't talk about, much less acknowledge.

Most people would not frame this kind of physical harm as "love" in any way, shape, or form.

I made a separate post to go way too-depth about this facet of his character but here's the gist: Hakuri's deeply held belief in his own lack of worth is a key factor in his suicidal recklessness when it comes to acting on his other convictions.

He's used to thinking of himself as completely disposable just from the indoctrination he received as a Sazanami, but shovel a heaping helping of abusive, manipulative "love" on top of that? Hoo boy. Hakuri's got some harmful beliefs about his self-worth that he's not ready to face yet, much yet talk about. There's a reason why he's still got those Visual Metaphor Tools still hidden in his warehouse.

Hakuri's true reasons for acting the way he does are hidden alongside the beliefs about himself that he's yet to address, the combination of which are sending him into a self-destructive spiral. Deprogramming arc when?! I've always got my clown suit ready but come on...! Mentioning it so prominently means it's important, right? I'll get to see him talk about his past and trauma with Chihiro (or someone else he comes to trust) to start healing for real, right? RIGHT?!

Nice delusional rant, bro. But what about the chapter itself? Well, there's this deliberate artistic choice:

Chs. 42 & 56

Like father, like son.

Note the cracked mask and double lines that give a sort of distorted pulsing impression for them both. It's a cool as hell way to show them working against enormous mental strain, and they're the only characters to have this effect in the series so far. We're truly meant to see Kyora in Hakuri this chapter.

Of course he passes out right after. But never, ever doubt a Sazanami's capability to defend to the death.

[incoherent screeching]

God I love Hakuri so much. He responds to Samura's will resonating with his own and gives him exactly what he needs to save everyone like he's the Lady of the Lake: Kagurabachi edition.

Hakuri's resolve is the stuff of legends, no doubt about that. Chihiro was right to feel like he couldn't measure up to this guy's sheer tenacity; he's got a will of adamant, just like Kyora.

It's also leading him down the same path of self-destruction. So this moment is clutch as hell and I am cheering for him, yes... but I'm also wondering how the narrative will punish him.

Again, he's not dying despite that being noted as a possible outcome. So the question becomes: how dire was Healer Lady's "you'll lose your sorcery" warning in truth? I'm still 50/50 on him losing access at all, much less permanently. Might lean closer to losing access now than before, but it's not changed much.

Instead, I'm waiting to see how much I should keep glazing the writing.

Death Tangent (Hakuri Edition)

I lost a lot of faith in shounen series in general after I realized that "stop, you'll die!" is just a flat-out lie 99% of the time. Yeah, I know, death doesn't have to be the end result just because a character yelled about it. But the consequences of risking death should make me believe that it really was a possible outcome. It's almost insulting for a writer to try and convince me that the stakes really are that high before having everything be fine after a short bed rest.

Hm, that sounds familiar...

The stakes (chapter 42).

The consequences (chapter 45).

Shiba already committed this sin in chapter 42 and I let it slide because it was the only time so far it'd been invoked. And yeah, Chihiro probably would have went poof without recourse if he couldn't get out of the storehouse in time. But he's the main character so of course he wasn't going to die. Hakuri was the only one truly in danger there.

Char's existence also negates the worst outcomes. It's pretty safe to assume that she can heal any physical wounds our heroes incur- she can even regrow missing limbs with enough time after all! So the default stakes of "stop, you'll die!" are zilch unless the character is killed on the spot or succumbs before they can get to her (which is also undermined by Shiba's teleportation abilities).

...Or if they injure themselves in a way that Char can't help with. Which is why Chihiro's fine, but Hakuri's still struggling.

So, I might be giving the author too much credit with what I'm going to say here. I fully and freely admit it- it wouldn't be the first time I've done this. Yet I feel like the "deadly outcome" scenario here in chapter 56 isn't purely to create tension through cheap tactics. Neither, in fact, was Shiba's line in chapter 42 despite me writing it off as such. Instead, they're mentioned to highlight how self-destructive Hakuri is and set him up for changing that. Reasons being:

Healer lady mentioned death as a worst-case scenario alongside the more plausible consequence of losing his sorcery.

2. This is a direct continuation of the consequences from Shiba's exclamation in Ch. 42 instead of another one-off moment for dramatic tension.

Hakuri is mostly OK after Char's help and a good night's sleep. But he can't use his sorcery without passing out and looks like he's got a bit of a headache too. And what's this? He'll be fine in a few days but he keeps straining himself over and over? He's KOed by the pain with a nosebleed when he keeps pushing? Would you look at that- consequences. And he keeps making them worse!

Hakuri is trying to do that shounen protagonist thing of bashing his head against the wall until it crumbles from his sheer persistence. He got off almost scot-free the first time but he won't wait the few days it'll take to recover. He won't even let himself be taken elsewhere to shorten the time to 30 minutes. That's why we see him in the same state as Kyora when he was fighting off Magatsumi's influence in his death throes- Hakuri's actually risking his life using his abilities now. He's going to genuinely invite death over and over until he's forced not to somehow.

So what'll it be for him? Losing all his sorcery forever- or maybe only temporarily? Shoved offscreen in a coma? Another good night's sleep and actual rest for a week or two to be right as rain? Still running on fumes until the end of the arc? I'll be (unfairly) using the outcome of this situation to decide whether or not to take my sky-high evaluation of the series' writing down a notch. I have no problem putting on a rainbow wig and squeaky shoes if this all turns out to be me making delusional excuses. God knows I've done that plenty as a long-time KH fan and SoRiku shipper. I just want to know what to expect in return for trusting the author with my emotional investment. I can forgive a lot of things, but not having proper consequences for invoking death as an outcome really sticks in my craw.

Miscellaneous Thoughts

Samura and Uruha's argument also ties into the larger themes that I'm hoping get explored when it's time to focus on the Kamunabi as an org: the greatest good vs. the greater good for all. There are strong cases to be made on both sides of the divide and it's possible that some of them will be explored through Chihiro and Hiyuki when we get to them.

In Samura and Uruha's case, Samura is going against the government's well-justified interest in keeping him alive at all costs to act on his personal beliefs. It's noble and heroic- no one can deny that saving lives is an immensely good deed. But it's also a selfish act that exposes the nation to risk. Uruha is the voice of the other side of that philosophical argument saying that it's justifiable to sacrifice a few for the benefit of the many. He loathes that people are dying for him just as much as Samura does. But like Hakuri noted, he understands his own value in the grand scheme of things and acts according to what's best for the majority. In this case, he prioritizes his own life so that the Hishaku can't use a magical nuke in the event of his death.

This could just be reaching on my part, but I feel like it's a prelude to the eventual values conflict between Chihiro and Hiyuki. Chihiro acts in his own interests to do the greatest good he can while Hiyuki (so far) aligns with the Kamunabi's views that power of that level should be controlled for the good of the nation. Her view of Chihiro as a person shifted after the Rakuzaichi- she's willing to help him make his case to her superiors. But we haven't seen a hint of change in this mindset yet:

Ch. 20

Not to mention Kazane and Ikuto still (barely) hanging around after the Sojo debacle.

Chihiro's position hasn't budged at all either. He's got his dad's words about not letting the Kamunabi have access to the blades front and center in his mind, right next to the Hishaku wanting the Kamunabi to have exactly that. They're gonna clash over this for sure. I'm just waiting for the time to come.

On character writing...

I know it's just basic storytelling and Hokazono-sensei's not the first or only author to do it so well, but I truly admire how intricately he writes characters to compliment and bounce off of each other. There are never polar opposites who are simple contrasts. Hakuri and Chihiro, Uruha and Samura- each foil pair is a pleasing blend of shared and opposing ideology and expressions that highlight each other's defining traits, bringing out both the best and worst in each other.

Also, I love all the passionate men in this series. It's so awesome to have a cast whose ages skew heavily into the 30's and 40's still be so damn fiery and hot-headed. Even more temperate ones like Kyora are so full of conviction that they put the younger generation to shame in some respects! They aren't there to just dispense sage wisdom and remind the youngsters to keep the bigger picture in mind. They're flawed people burdened with trauma living life and guiding the younger cast with the best they have. There are some major fuck-ups along the way too- like everything Kyora did to his sons, and Samura accidentally influencing Chihiro to think he's a monster. They have issues that are unconsciously passed along to keep amplifying the manga's core theme of "legacy"- how it's made and echoes through generations. I LOVE STRONG THEMATIC STORYTELLING AT EVERY LEVEL.

Guess I had a lot to yap about this time after a few lighter weeks in a row. Sorry about that, void. Thank you as always if you made it this far. Do a small act of kindness for yourself today, okay?

#kagurabachi #sazanami hakuri #long post #If Chihiro humanizes Hakuri from tool to person while Hakuri does the same for him as monster to person I will ascend into fudanshi heaven #Someone muzzle me before I embarrass myself by getting proven wrong on all of this in the next few chapters (too late)#I am very normal about Hakuri Sazanami

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redvexillum · 19 hours ago

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Read the summary, and I was like... oh my satan's ass crackers I just - wait - uhm - HOL UP??!!?!?!?

Let’s start with that beginning—him spiriting her away in the dead of night, away from prying eyes and judgmental whispers. The secret romance? The thrill of being held by someone who’s not “approved”? UGH, my fave trope!!!!! And the way you capture Alastor’s ability to make her feel alive, like jazz running through her veins? I can feel every shivering giddy pulse that makes her forget her own discomforts. That’s the mark of truly powerful storytelling—where the character’s world fades away in the presence of the one they love.

And then, when they’re alone in the dimly lit speakeasy, and he pulls her into that desperate, passionate kiss? OH, the imagery is just absolutely delicious! The scent of tobacco and bayou earth? —it’s so visceral and distinctly Alastor! His hands on her, the way they crave every inch of each other, her leg hooked over his hip? It’s the embodiment of raw, untamed desire, and I. Am. HERE. FOR. IT. 🔥

But oh, let’s not forget the absolute gentlemanly savagery when she hesitates and he’s all, “I don’t mind.” He’s so confident, so utterly devoted to giving her pleasure and comfort, it’s like he’s made to chase her worries away. Alastor saying he isn’t afraid of a “little blood”? I’m swooning. It’s bold, it’s intimate, and it’s so real. And the way he reassures her with that line about easing her pain with pleasure—HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S DOING, and it’s giving us everything we could ask for!

Then, THAT moment when he licks his fingers? Holy smokes, it’s such a daring, unapologetic act, and it’s just so him. He’s practically worshipping her, and her reaction? PRICELESS. The sensuality, the fascination, the shock—it’s a perfect touch of vulnerability that makes her feel even more deeply connected to him. And as if that isn’t enough, he takes it a step further, pushing her into this thrilling mix of scandal and desire by letting the public setting amplify the risk. Every soft whisper, every forbidden touch, it’s like they’re suspended in their own private universe amid the crowded speakeasy, and it’s SO HOT I CAN BARELY HANDLE IT. 😳🔥

This entire scene captures their love, their passion, and the desire that pulls them to each other despite every risk. It's seductive, it’s rebellious, and I can’t get enough. You’ve woven this tension, love, and thrill with such a gorgeous hand, and it feels both exhilarating and tender all at once.

And don’t even get me started on the details! The imagery you created with him looking down, admiring how they’re connected, saying she’s “painting him red”—I am melting. It’s so raw and intimate, as if he’s completely entranced by her, savoring every second they have. It’s like he’s utterly obsessed with her in the best, most spine-tingling way! And the way he’s determined to keep things quiet, even as things get absolutely wild? He’s keeping up this delicate balance of control and desire, and it’s maddeningly hot.

Then there’s her tasting the salt on his neck, and Alastor’s reaction—the nips, the kisses, his shuddering breaths… You capture every glance, every soft moan, and it’s like we’re right there in the dim light, watching the world melt away around them ..... shit, does that make me a voyeur?????

AND OH, THAT ENDING! 🥵 When they finally come undone, when he’s kissing her so deeply to keep her quiet as he finishes inside her? It’s tender, intense, and dripping with love. That whispered “I love you” after everything? I’m on my knees. It’s so pure, so vulnerable, and it hits straight in the feels. The fact that he’s trying to tidy her up at the end, helping her straighten her skirt, giving her one last gentle kiss—my heart is just full.

I WOULD LIKE ONE ALASTOR PLEASE. At least the Alastor you painted in this story!

Not Afraid Of A Little Blood (Human Alastor x Reader)

CW: Public sex, period sex, vaginal fingering, licking fingers clean Rating: Adult Summary: Out at Mimzy's Speakeasy for a night on the town, Alastor finds himself feeling rather amorous and isn't swayed by your monthly condition or the public nature of the location. You find your will crumbles as he shows he's simply not a man who's afraid of a little blood.

You loved the nights when Alastor spirited you away from your family home in the late evenings, when you should already be asleep. Your family did not approve of the older man, regulating your relationship to one that existed largely in secret.

There was no place you wanted to be but in Alastor’s arms. It felt like home. As he flung you around the dance floor, lively jazz running through your blood like electricity, the dull ache of your cramps was easy enough to ignore.

Alastor’s hands wrapped around your waist, holding you to him as you laughed together, though you didn’t remember the joke. With him, you could forget everything. That was the magic of Alastor. He chased away every worry and demon.

You hadn’t realized that he was chasing you or that you were fleeing from him until your back hit the wooden wall at the back of the speakeasy. Light struggled to reach the back of the room, but the music had no issue at all. Deep shadows swallowed Alastor as he leaned down, lips sealing over yours in a hungry kiss.

He tasted you eagerly, pushing into you as he trapped you into the shadows. The scent of tobacco smoke and the earthy scent of the bayou clung to him. Strong hands gripped your hips, clinging to you, greedily running over curves. The ghost of his thumb on the underside of your breast made you gasp.

He took that chance to slip his tongue between your lips, deepening the kiss. The taste of whiskey coated your tongue, filling your senses as you clung to him. Roaming hands ran down your sides, seeking and seeking until he hooked your leg just above the knee. He pulled it up, resting your thigh against his hip.

Greedy touches took into the feeling of your skin under his hands, roaming and exploring. Your hands slip under his jacket. Strong, lean muscles flex and bunch under your touch as you try to map the landscape that lay hidden under the cotton shirt.

Fingers went higher and higher, chasing the soft feeling of you. Your back arched, lost in the feeling of being touched by him.

“Alastor,” you moaned his name, clinging to him as if he would somehow keep you from drowning in the sensation of him,.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered as his fingers caressed closer and closer to your core.

“Wait-” The suddenness of your word, clear of the passion and lust froze his hand in place.

“What is it?” Alastor asked. “No one can see us, I promise.”

“It’s- It’s not that,” you whispered. “I’m… I’m on my…”

“Oh,” Alastor said, fingers flexing into the fat of your thigh. “I don’t mind.”

“What do you…?!” you gasp as his fingers caress higher and higher along your inner thigh, fingers finding the place where the pad was held against your body. “Alastor!”

“I’m not afraid of a little blood,” Alastor’s voice was a warm purr as he ran his fingertip along the side of your folds. “Did you know it can make a lady’s monthly pains ease, if she’s had pleasure?”

“What?” your voice wavered, coming weak as he reached pushed the pad to the side, making use of what little slack the belt that held it in place allowed. It was a thinner pad, being early in your cycle yet, and it easily folded in on itself as he forced it to the side.

“Let me ensure you’ve got no reason to be feeling any pains?” Alastor asked, though the question sounded far from a request.

It sounded like he knew you’d agree. In truth, you struggled to deny Alastor anything at all. He owned your heart and soul. What harm was there in giving him your body, too?

“We can’t,” you whispered even as you ran your leg higher up his hip, opening yourself up to his hand just a little more.

“We can,” he whispered in your ear, tongue sliding out from between his lips and running along the shell of your ear. “Do you trust me?”

Lips worked their way down your neck, leaving a trail of stinging nips soothed by soft kisses. “I do,” you said, struggling to breathe.

Alastor wasted no time letting his fingers slip between your folds. You gasped as his fingers ran along your slit, circling over your clit. He repeated the motion again and again as your back arched, pushing your breasts into him. The dampness left from your cycle’s bleeding was quickly replaced with the slippery slick that spoke clearly of your arousal.

“You’re so responsive,” Alastor groaned in your ear as his finger worked into your tight hole.

The moan that fell from your lips was rich but unfortunately loud, leaving Alastor the choice to either withdraw his finger from you or silence you somehow. Without any hesitation, Alastor kissed you deeply as he pushed a second finger into you, swallowing the hot sound of your desire.

Again and again he stroked you from the inside, drawing pleasure you hardly could understand from you. The flat of his palm worked over your clit with each thrust of his hand, sparking more sensations.

“Alastor,” you whimpered as he took control of your body.

“You sound so pretty,” he groaned as his hips flexed, pushing his hand harder into you. “I need you, cher.”

Fingers left your core, leaving you feeling empty. It was a challenge to think too deeply about that with the way his lips moved over your skin. Soon, that feeling was gone too, leaving you no choice but to blink your eyes open.

Alastor’s hand lingered in front of your face, fingers shiny with the slick he had worked up from within your body. Unlike all the other times he had helped himself to the warmth of your core, you could see the dark smears and streaks, thicker in some places than others, that told you your blood coated his fingers.

“I am so sor—” your eyes went wide as Alastor brought his fingers to his lips.

The sight of his shiny tongue slipping from between his lips stopped the flow of your words. Greedily, he ran his tongue over each digit. Each pass of his tongue was a curling caress you couldn’t look away from.

Shamelessly, he licked his fingers clean. He seemed not bothered in the slightest by the bloody tinge to the slick. Surely he could taste it, couldn’t he?

“You taste as good as ever,” Alastor mumbled as he pulled his fingers from his lips,

It was only then that you realized he wasn’t touching you in that moment. Just as you realized that, he was touching you again in a whole new way.

The velvety soft skin of his cock ran up and down your slit, pushed out through the fly of his pants. You hadn’t noticed the sound of him undoing his pants, let alone the shifting he would have had to have done to free himself, too entrapped by the sight of him licking his fingers free of your bloody slick.

The music changed as the band ended one song and picked up another, reminding you that you were very much in public.

“Alastor, put that away,” you hissed. “Someone will see.”

“They’ll think we’re young lovers necking in the back,” he insisted, voice thick with desire. “I need to be inside of you.”

“I’m on my cycle,”

He cut you off. “I don’t care. I need you, need to be inside you so bad.”

“We’re in public.” The head of his cock nudged your sensitive clit, pulling a needy whine from your throat. Alluring kisses peppered your jaw, working along your neck as he teased you.

The touches of his cock against your folds were just light enough that he could say they were innocent, that he wasn’t trying to wear your resolve down. He just hadn’t gotten around to tucking himself away and as a result, as he kissed you, he slipped between your slick folds. Each innocent nudge and caress of his cock coated him in more bloody slick.

You moaned into his neck as he pushed forward, the shaft of his cock running through your slick folds. Fingers dug into your thigh as he hiked your thigh up again, using you as a shield against prying eyes.

“Alastor.” This time, his name left your lips not in protest but in a wanton moan that brought a smile to the lips that kissed your neck.

“You want me?” he whispered, lips kissing the collum of your neck as he spoke.

“I do,” you whined as his large hand slid forward, cupping your breasts through your beaded dress. “Fuck, Alastor. We’re going to get in so much trouble.”

“We won’t get caught,” Alastor reached between your bodies, grabbing his shaft with one hand and lifting your hips with the other, pulling you slightly off your freet.

The tip of his cock ran along your folds as you wrapped your leg around his, ankle resting on his calf. The delicious stretch of his cock pushing into you was all-encompassing. It was a battle to hold your head up, a battle you lost.

Alastor’s wet tongue ran up your exposed neck, tracing the line of muscles as he inched deeper and deeper inside you. The vibration of your soft moan was the greatest treat, felt but unheard as he slowly bottomed out.

“Hold on to me,” Alastor directed, hand digging into your thigh as he wrapped his other arm around the small of your back.

You did as he said, running fingers through the fluffy brown hair that was oh so close to curly that topped his head. He changed the angle of your hips, letting you sink deeper down his cock before he pulled out. Your weight was nothing to him as he held you in place.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Alastor said thickly, looking down at his cock, a bridge between your body and his in the dim room. Light reflected off of his slick covered shaft, ribbons of red covering him. “So beautiful painting me red,” Alastor said, sinking slowly into you again.

The pace was slow, more of a rocking of his hips as he stirred your insides with his cock. Deep gasping huffs of air passed between you as flushed face met flushed face. You could drown in the deep wells of love and affection you saw reflected within Alastor’s eyes.

The feeling of his cock in you was addicting. Nothing ever made you feel as full as he did. His large hands kept you grounded as he slowly worked his length out of you only to slide right back home in one easy thrust.

Alastor had to swallow, working to keep his throat open and wheezing breath from becoming a rich moan. Your eyes watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. It was daring you to lean forward and put your lips against it. Who were you to back down from a dare?

The salty taste of his skin coated your tongue as you placed open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin. The ghost of stubble scraped at your lips as you worked up his jaw, muffling your moans as he slowly thrust into you again and again.

“Cher,” he groaned as you nipped at his neck, just under his jaw. “So warm.”

“So big,” you whispered back, tongue tasting the sweat that formed on his skin. “You’re so big.”

His thrusts picked up pace, no longer the subtle rocking of hips as he worked in and out of you. The sound of the music covered the soft tump of your lower back hitting the wall he held you against. Breaths turned to airy moans as he fucked into you harder, faster. Each thrust bullied through your walls, the head of his cock reaching every part of you.

“Feel so good,” Alastor whispered in your ear, resting his head against the wall behind you. “You’re made for me.”

“Please, Al- I’m so close.” You buried your head in the crook of his neck, clinging to him. Nails dug into the muscles of his back, feeling each flex of his shoulders as he fucked into you faster and faster.

“Can you-” he gasped as your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock. “Can you be quiet for me?”

“Please, Alastor,” you whined, so close. The coil in your core wound tight and threatening to snap. “Please.”

“You have to mind your voice,” he groaned as your walls fluttered, so close to your peak and threatening to pull him along with you. “If you want to finish, I need you to be quiet.”

“I’ll try,” you whispered, making a promise both you and Alastor knew was a lost cause.

It was too late for him to stop, anyway. Each thrust had you clenching and fluttering, walls pulling at him lightly as he worked his way in and out. He was chasing his own release now, pushing you closer and closer to yours. He watched as your body went ridged, only movement being the gasping breaths in your chest and your walls clamping down on him.

Leaning forward, he sealed his mouth over yours as your body twitched and convulse. The coil within you had snapped, taking your control and resolve with it. Deep moans and high-pitched whines bubbled up from your chest as he fucked you through your orgasm, his own hot in its heels.

Alastor swallowed every sound as his tongue worked into your mouth, caressing and exploring everything he could reach as his thrusts turned sloppy. It was his turn to moan deeply, letting you swallow the sound as he swelled and twitched. Hot white ropes of his seed shot into you, splashing your cervix and painting your walls as he rutted into you.

His body stilled as his cock twitched against your sensitive walls. Neither of you were sure where one began and the other ended as you clung to eachother. Even as deep breaths mingled, he continued to kiss you deeply for a few moments longer before pulling away.

“I love you,” he whispered his secret confession as his cock slipped from your hole.

“I love you, too,” you answered, numb legs finding the ground as he let you down. You watched as he tucked himself back into his pants, zipping his fly. That did nothing to hide the smears of slick on the front of his pants.

“You should go clean up,” Alastor said, leaning forward to straighten the skirt of your dress as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You nodded, walking on trembling legs. Over your shoulder, you watched Alastor pull his shirt from his pants, letting the fabric fall over his hips. Such a thing would look sloppy, something that would drive your lover mad, but it was better than wearing the mark of your bloody slick.

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 3 days ago

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Hi I LOVE your writing and I've finally returned to Tumblr after a couple YEARS and it's been GREAT mainly bcuz of you but anywayy

I had this thought about gyomei x promiscuous!wife smut if you want to write it😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

(HEY OMFG YOU’RE SO NICE. I’M SO FUCKING HAPPY THAT I’VE MADE YOUR EXPERIENCE ON TUMBLR GREAT 🥹 Also I looked up the definition of promiscuous and I hope I got the right definition lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy and have a good day!!)

Favorite Romance

Gyomei Himejima x Promiscuous! FEM! Reader

(Warning: Smut, swearing, and unprotected sex)

|PROMISCUOUS- Having more than one sexual partners, not restricted to one sexual partner|

Your lifestyle was..different from others to say the least. Some people even look down upon it, calling the people who partake in multiple sexual partners “harlots” or “streetwalkers”. Despite how society thinks about your chosen lifestyle, you and your husband’s relationship continues to thrive and grow every day with absolutely no judgment coming from him. You are eternally grateful for that.

Out of all the partners you had, Gyomei has always been your favorite. Not only because of his personality and appearance but the sex was utterly breathtaking, he always put your pleasure in front of his own, unlike others that you’ve experienced.

....

“Mm~” Small moans slipped from your mouth and were instantly muffled by the lips of your husband. From what started off as a passionate kiss turned into a full blown make out session, which also quickly escalated. He was sitting on the edge of the bed while you were on his lap, tongues moving against each other with such pleasure and passion. You craved more.

You started to unbutton his uniform, taking your sweet time to pull off his top all the way and feeling him up slowly with your hands, making him shiver. “Ah you’re quite eager today, may I take care of that?” He inquires.

“Mhm, you don’t even have to ask.” You say against his lips before making your way to his neck, placing a trail of kisses.

He chuckled lightly at your comment, grabbing your chin gently to make you look at him. “I always have to ask, your consent mat-” You cut him off with an abrupt kiss.

“I know dear. I love how much you care, you have a big heart.” You spill out, watching as the genuine smile on his face grows bigger. Your words always somehow manage to make their way deep into his soul, touching his spirit. Gyomei pulled you into a long kiss, his hand on the back of your head.

It felt like it’s been ages since you’ve gotten to spend time like this with him due to both of your hectic schedules and you can feel the slight desperation and desire through the kiss. You hastily took off your bottoms, practically almost ripping off your panties in the process. Still not breaking the kiss, you threw the clothes to the side, abandoning them.

Putting your hands on his shoulders; you massage the tense muscles, making him pull away to exhale and allow you to catch some air. You pushed him onto his back and straddled him, catching him off guard. “I wanna ride you.” You say seductively but yet so needy for him, your voice giving away the desperation you felt.

He went wide eyed at your bluntness but nevertheless he was turned on by it. Very turned on to say the least; you can tell exactly how much those four words affected him by the tent that started to grow and poke you even more.

“If that’s what you wish, then you shall receive.” Gyomei said before pulling you back into a kiss, using one of his arms to move you up a little so that he can take off the rest of his clothes. Luckily he was quick with it. “Let me prepare you first.” He said softly, Gyomei wants to ensure that you’re ready first before moving on. He gathered your wetness with his fingers and slowly entered you.

Letting out a quiet moan, you fought the urge to grind into his fingers, wanting to save your energy for what’s to come. Though there was no doubt that if you did lose all your energy while riding him, he would without a doubt help you through it and guide you to pleasure.

“I’m ready Gyomei.” You stated, holding back the whine that threatened to leave your throat.

He smiled amusingly at your neediness, “Already? You must’ve missed me almost as much as I missed you.” He took out his digits before laying completely flat again, “Do as you wish, my love.”

Those words enticed a whole new level of excitement to your core, wasting no time to angle yourself above his cock; in which he helped you, guiding your hips downwards. Slowly filling you up, painfully slow.

Once you got all of him inside you waited a moment before grinding your hips a little, feeling your hole stretch so good. Getting a little more comfortable, you began to move more in an up and down motion, earning a grunt from your husband.

Sounds of squelches and moans echoed and filled the room almost as loud as the sexual tension and passion in this moment. Praises fell from Gyomei’s lips while he rubbed your clit, the bud twitching from sensitivity. The gesture made your back arch, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

His other hand rested on your hips, you held it for a little while before guiding him up your body. Having his calloused hand feel all over your body.

“You feel so good dear.” He praised through small grunts, listening as your noises became more intense and your movements more erratic. He knew you were close. “You’re close, do you want me to pull out and release after you cum?” He questioned, wanting to make sure that he did exactly what you wanted.

“Cum inside me, please!” You cried out, dangerously close to the edge.

“Then let’s cum together.”

As soon as those words left his lips you both came, waves of erotic pleasure washed over you two. You lean forward to rest on top of him, feeling so full. The both of you were panting and regaining your breath. Gyomei moved so he could pull out of you and continued to hold you close, kissing your head. He reassured you to go to sleep and he’ll clean up everything later while you rested. You smiled at his kindness before letting sleep slowly consume your tired body. You were for sure gonna repay him in the morning.

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#kny smut #kny imagines #kny x female reader #kny x reader #kny x y/n #gyomei himejima #gyomei x reader #gyomei x y/n #gyomei smut

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bilehwit · 2 days ago

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Just read your Bilehwit Au on Ao3 and was greetes by the amazing ref for the lamb here on tumblr!

And yes i absolutely love it when people explain clothing choices in character design especially since you wrote Lamb culture is based on the Old English pls do ramble 🙏

Well hello!! This my first ask from someone I've never met before, so I'll ask you to please be patient with my wild trails of thought.

This will be a long one, but I'll focus on two main outfits - the daily wear and the ritual outfit, as they have the most symbolism.

The easiest one is obviously the leaf outfit - cute, I love it so much!

The leaf was chosen for its symbolism in English mythology. The tree itself is well beloved as a symbol of strength and a symbol of fertility - acorns are often depicted as lucky, and an oak full of acorns is a good sign of fertility!

I also chose oak because I think they're very beautiful trees - they can live for up to 1,000 years, and they can grow to 30 meters wide in their leaves. That's amazing to me. They also smell nice, and I remember climbing them when I was little, so it's nice to share the oak with my lambsona.

Next, let's talk about the sacrifice outfit - it's oddly bridal, no?

Well it's intended to be!

The use of white/silver to denote Purity is an old concept, but white wedding dresses in England were only truly popularised after Queen Victoria wore the colour to her wedding - previously a mourning shade.

I chose silver satin as the fabric, and a simple design, as I wanted a bridal look but also something that felt sleek and pure. Bilehwit is a virgin (virgin sacrifice in all ways) and it's a cruel trick to play.

Also, Shamura in my fic struggles to see/differentiate between objects, so having an all white lamb made it easier for them to stay focused.

So while this outfit feels bridal to us, the symbolism in fic is more that it was easier than dying fabric, just raw spider thread spun into a dress.

Shamura did make the veil themself, though, for reasons you will see later ;3

Now, we get to the heavy hitters! First up, the daily outfit.

Now, Anglo-Saxons were all about those layers! So this outfit actually has more layers than you'd even think.

Under the base dress is a thin cotton chemise, or under dress, made to soak up the oils of the skin and sweat, changed most often. Bilehwit would use these as pyjamas in the summer months, too, to keep cool while covered and decent.

The next layer is the linen, with the thin dark band. This would be a slightly tighter layer to the body, and would be long sleeved to offer protection from the sun and the cold. Linen would be the lighter colours, as they'd be protected more, and linen was used as a middling layer to hold heat in winter. Air would be trapped between layers and keep people warm, and also it protected them from any scratchy wool. The woven ribbon at the bottom is decorative.

The next layer is my favourite. This is the red layer, the thicker dress, made often from wool or from linen again. This is made from wool, using a technique called naalbinding, which is what the Anglo-Saxons would have used, as they didn't knit like is common today.

Anglo-Saxon embroidery and weaving was actually really well known in Europe for its fine work and was gifted to Emissaries and Kings. The weaving and sewing business in England went hard as hell, and it's where most people would be employed for personal use or as gifts.

The embroidery of flowers on the cuffs of the red dress, as well as the colar, are those of Achillea millefolium, or 'Red Velvet', flowers. These tiny buds are native to Europe, western Asia and North America, and are small blooms that self seed and explode into colour. I chose them after seeing the flowers on a sketch, and decided that I had to include them.

Red in flower language is always to do with romance and passion. I wanted Bilehwit to show that desire, as they are a hopeless romantic at heart, and they also just feel a deep-seated loneliness that they want filled. The red flowers are the only flowers they've ever been given, and they've spent hours tracing the embroidery threads and staring silently at the sky.

The final apron layer is just that - an apron. It's a thin, boxy piece of fabric that is played on top to ensure the front of the dress stays somewhat clean, and there is a secret pocket behind it that they store honey-sweets in for children (and themself). Just a length of plain cut cloth!

Tied together with a woven belt, this outfit is my second favourite - I love every detail, and when I can talk in fic about it, I will spend thousands of words trying to detail what it means to me, and probably failing.

The final outfit now, one that definitely won't be seen in fic for a good long while - the Fancy/Ritual set.

Look at ittttt ahahahahagahqabqgagagquipqguqugjv

Okay, keysmash over, serious time!

Now, this outfit is interesting, because not only does it have embroidery and styles of old English culture, it also has mixes of Indian influence too!

"Well, that's random to add," I hear you murmur, and you're right. Why would I add that?

Well, because originally I was going to make Narinder have a more Egyptian vibe! I thought; ah, perfect, he'd do great as a Sphynx cat, the Egyptians loved those cats.

See, as it turns out, Narinder is actually a Sanskrit/Hindu name. It's a form of the name Narendra, a masculine name that means "Lord of Men". It's a very formal name, and one I immediately knew I had to switch things around for.

Following this, I was also able to determine the domains and cultures of each other Bishop, by tracing back names and meanings! That's a whole other post I fear.

Back to the dress!

The outline is far more recent than Old English, medieval style dresses, and that's because, uh... I wanted it. (This one is not very historically accurate. Forgive me.)

I wanted a mix of English style embroidery and Indian embroidery styles. Will come back and edit in which style I went with specifically, but I wanted the ritual set to be a touch more dedicated to Narinder, with darker colours, and more Indian fusion embroidery.

The black is velvet, the red is silk, and the white is linen - why? Again, it looks cool.

I can't lie, I have very little explanation for this besides the fact it looks bangin'.

But yes!! That's all my explanations at this current point in time for outfits! However, if you have any further questions, please ask away, and I will happily detail everything and anything about my AU and fic! Thank you for joining me on my rambling!

#cotl lamb #cult of the lamb #the lamb cotl #lambsona #cotl au #bilehwit au #narilamb #anglo saxon #some of this is.... broad interpretation #not history #not accurate #wil cosplay this at some point hehe

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percyweasleyapologist · 20 hours ago

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Here's some reasons to write/love Percy x Penelope x Oliver

@guess1mjustheren0w, this is for you :)

OKAY, so basically we know that Oliver and Percy are both extremely passionate about their (subjects? hobbies? y'know what i'm talking about). They both want to be the top, BUT, they aren't competing. We also don't ever hear any mention of anyone else in their grade level.

Percy is especially stuck up and Oliver is kind of all over the place (not when it comes to quidditch, but just life in general). From this, we can assume that they probably argued quite a bit, or at least until they got used to each other. This means that their passion clashes in a contained environment, causing tension.

This is kind of the base of Percy x Oliver, kind of an Enemies to Lovers vibe, but also a forced proximity.

THEN for Percy and Penny, Percy isn't quite introverted, but not quite extroverted, while I headcanon that Penny is more on the extroverted side. Penelope brings out the "rebellious" or more laidback side of Percy, while he bring out the more thoughtful or peaceful side of her.

I'm not really sure how to explain it but kind of imagine a scene where they're in a dorm, no one else around, there's a fire going, it's super cozy, they're laying down and Percy is talking about something he's super passionate about. Penny is just looking up at him with that gaze, the one where it's just full of love, and she's just smiling and they're happy.

Percelope (Percy x Penelope) is more of a sweet, dancing in the rain, running through fields sort of ship. They match each others intellectual abilities and are just so cute.

FINALLY, Penny and Oliver. I don't know the ship name but I definitely see potential. Most of it does revolve around Percy, but i think that makes a ship with all three of them work even better.

So Penny and Oliver are both really important people in Percy's life. They both love him very much and with the other one still in the picture, I think they'd first kind of hate each other. Not really hate actually, more like a strong rivalry.

They both want Percy, and are both going to get what they want. They probably argue a lot, they glare at each other, they make snarky remarks and comments, but at the end of the day, that's what fuels their relationship.

Penny and Oliver have a Rivals to Lovers vibe. They like to rib each other about things, but their rivalry converts into fiery passion (that sounds weird but idk what else to call it) over time.

I feel like they have the kind of love that it's like two teammates in a sport, they both play the same position and are equally as good. It's like that moment right before the game when they look at each other and just smirk and say "i'll score more point a than you", but in the end, they both win because they're on the same team.

They both love the sport (percy), but they love each other equally as much.

All of them fit together because they all balance each other out. Percy's want, combined with Oliver's need, and Penelope's desire, it all balances out. They're like different version of the same person, but they're different enough, so that they still understand each other, but aren't the same person with the same personalities.

So yeah, that's it! If you write something, let me know what it's called! :)

I'll also try to find the post that made me think of it bc i think it does a great job of describing it pretty well!

#percy weasley #perciver #penelope clearwater #oliver wood #percelope #hp

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thewhitespiderwitch · 3 days ago

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Either Bucky or Nat finds the other hurt while on a mission/after a mission

Thank youuuuu

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Broken Desires

Prompt: Natasha and Bucky go on a mission. It goes wrong and Natasha ends up getting badly hurt.

Pairing: Natasha X Bucky

Triggers: torturing, medical triggers, trust issues

The mission was simple: infiltrate the base, get the needed files. S.H.E.I.L.D. had sent the Black Widow and Winter Soldier on a mission to raid a HYDRA base and get information. Natasha was confident. Sure, she had a bit of a past with HYDRA, but it didn't bother her. Bucky on the other hand, not so much.

The mission goes smoothly, until the two are both hit by tranquilizers. The two wake up chained to separate chairs. A girl walks out with a smirk. Anna Pierce, Alexander Pierce's daughter. "Tch, tch, tch. You both could've been great, you know? But instead you fell for love and now my father is dead."

"What are you planning, Suka?" Natasha coldly asks. "It's simple really. I'm going to have you, pretty face, tortured to death while Mr. America there has to watch you die. And even after your dead, you'll still be tortured." Anna says with a cruel smile.

"And then I will restart the Winter Soldier Project like my father would've wanted." She says coldly with a cruel smile. "No!" Bucky declares and Anna just shakes her head with a smirk.

"Zastav' yeye stradat'." Anna says as Natasha gets stabbed in the arms. She hides her emotions. She was strong. That's when Natasha feels her legs getting drilled into. She screams. Natasha was used to getting whipped or bruised in the Red Room.

"Stop! Stop it!" Bucky screams as tears fill his eyes. One of the HYDRA soldiers then shoots her in the stomach. "TAKE ME INSTEAD! LEAVE HER ALONE!" Bucky screams desperately. Anna was just laughing at this and finding it amusing.

A scientist passes by Bucky with a needle in her pocket and he manages to snatch it. Bucky picks the lock and then goes full Winter Soldier. Bucky steals a gun from one of the guards and kills everyone except for Anna Pierce, who manages to escape and Natasha. He picks Natasha's lock with the same needle and carries her bridal style out of there in a dash.

Bucky eventually takes her to a safehouse and grabs the required medical supplies. He patches up Natasha's wounds carefully. Precisely after putting hydrogen peroxide, sewing the needle between the cuts and treating her other wounds. Bucky knew that he couldn't lose his love. Many hours later Natasha wakes up with a groan.

Bucky gasps. "Doll?" he tucks a lose strand of hair behind her ear, but she tackles him to the floor. "Natalia, it's me.." Bucky says softly knowing that his girlfriend has touch trauma. "James?..." Natasha gets up. "Sorry." She apologizes.

"No need, I'm just glad that you're alive, Doll." Bucky says and kisses Natasha's lips. Natasha kisses back with just as much passion. They both knew the mission could wait.

Translations

Suka - Bitch

Zastav' yeye stradat' - Make her suffer

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A/N: Hey pookies, this is my legit first Winterwidow Oneshot. Please send feedback (like if you want my writing to be longer in the future) and more prompts of either Buckynat or Dani(my OC) stuff. Send the prompts in my ask box.

#blackwidow #natasha romanoff #buckybarnes #wintersoldier #winterwidow #buckynat #oneshot #writing

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dreamingthroughwords · 18 days ago

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can’t think about hua cheng without almost melting i feel like xie lian like. genuinely. hua cheng is just So. his passion. his devotion. everything he’s done for xie lian. constantly believing at his best his worst all that came in between. how that passion translates his love through his art, carving statues and painting of his beloved God, getting him through the most nightmarish years of his life all so he can finally be together with his beloved after years of them being kept apart…..how he is so patient. so kind. so gentle with xie lian. and within that part of him is the rage for his beloved too…..that the world put him through so much. that the one who showed hua cheng how to live when he was still hong hong’er and being tossed aside by everyone but xie lian was the one who never ever did….. that he kept believing…coming back….in all his forms….all so he can finally be by xie lian’s side to protect him, love him, shower him with that passionate devotion and love he’s had for so long. hua cheng’s passion that translates into love is such a core part of his character. his passion is also his rage at the world, his revenge for those who wronged his beloved, his devotion and determination to stay on earth until he can finally be by xie lian’s side coming back again and again….it is his love above all that his passion embodies and it’s a beautiful and core part and part of who hua cheng is. he embodies passion and love above all, and it’s so incredibly beautiful.

#having a normal one this morning #like…..hua cheng you are everything i love him so much #how you wouldn’t expect him upon initially reading #to be so full of love and desire and passion #then you learn all he is. and yeah. he IS love #him as an individual is important always and within him is that burning passion for his God #and god. xie lian has so much the same but i’ll save that for another day #i love you hua cheng!!!#hua cheng #tgcf #my ramblings #tgcf spoilers #spoilers

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bonefall · 26 days ago

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Hey, what makes a character a 'plot device but not a character'? And how do you not do that? I'm trying to do it on purpose but also I need to still make them interesting because it's on purpose, yknow?

A good skill to pick up is to learn to criticise criticism itself. A "plot device" is simply a thing that moves the plot along, it's a neutral literary analysis term! Usually, when people are angry that "a character has been used as a plot device," it doesn't mean they hate plot devices. It means they're gesturing at something deeper.

Runningwind and Bumble are equally plot devices in their deaths. They are both killed by the antagonist to escalate political tension. Runningwind is rarely "accused" of just being a plot device, and yet, we're talking about Bumble for the same thing.

So, why?

Well, Runningwind is just a background character, but in life, he was a part of the community. He was characterized as impatient but responsible. Yet, he wasn't SO important that he died with a bunch of unresolved plot threads.

He is mostly an extension of the entity of ThunderClan. His killing by Tigerstar, and the fear and paranoia that settles on the group after this, feel like a progression of the story insteas of something forced.

Bumble, on the other hand...

Is hated immediately by Gray Wing, when she's established as Turtle Tail's friend. Bumble's abuse at Tom the Wifebeater's hands invites even MORE investment. The rejection is shocking and upsetting. There's a story there about our main characters being imperfect; jealous, bigoted, and judgemental.

But, she is simply killed off. Everything they set up for this character is gone with little personalized fanfare. It's not a tragedy with a lesson about cruelty, or something anyone regrets.

It's just... plot. Gray Wing whinging that no one will like his shitty brother now that his body count is 2.

More than that, in the discussion of women in particular, "Fridging" was coined to give a name to the way women characters often don't get their stories told at all. There is a CULTURAL trend of female characters facing disproportionate violence, for the sake of advancing male plots.

Bumble has a lot going for her. Petal had a lot going for her. Turtle Tail had a lot going for her. Bright Stream had a lot going for her. When they died, they took their potential with them.

It's not always wrong to kill off a character of high potential, mind you. In Gurren Lagann, Kamina's death is sudden and shocking, leaving a massive hole in the hearts of the cast that never heals. Grappling with that loss, but also letting his memory fuel them, is a major theme of that story.

All that to say... there's no formula for avoiding it. You've gotta identify what the deeper issue is, in your specific narrative.

I can't say for certain what that will look like for your story, but here's some things I keep in mind;

When you make characters who exist to die, make sure they're people before you axe them.

Ask yourself; what about them does the cast miss?

If they just miss them because they were (pre-existing relationship), go back to the drawing board.

Fluttering Bird as an example. Who was she? Dead sister. Why do they miss her? Dead sister. No traits until after her death.

Runningwind was short-tempered and helpful. Kamina was a valuable leader who made people believe in a brighter future. Swiftpaw was fiesty and desperate to prove himself. The better characterized, the more profound the loss usually is.

If this is a female character who is dying just to serve the plot, be aware of cultural bias and tropes. How is the gender ratio looking in your cast? Is this happening disproportionately with your girls?

Note how Quiet Rain's litter had both a boy and a girl, but the girl was chosen to be "weaker" and wither away.

And how most of the time in DOTC, whenever a man had to be upset, a girl would get killed for it.

If you ever feel like the character on the chopping block is NOT a full character, ask yourself why it needs to be a character at all. You don't need to spend narrative time building out someone when a literal object of high value might suffice.

"My sister died when I swore to protect her and I can't face my family" = Old. Tired. Ive seen this.

"I lost my heirloom sword when I swore to protect it and I can't face my family." = Fascinating. Why was the sword so valuable? Will they really not take you back? How did you lose it?

When you do kill off "high value" characters, try to make sure you're not leaving too many plot threads hanging. Or at least make a point of how they will never get closure.

#Bones gives advice #These questions can be hard for me to advise on because making characters is one of the easy parts for me.#It's more the “working them into a story without overwhelming it” part #But making characters that are fun and interesting has always come naturally to me as a writer.#I just work out some fun dialogue and fill in what their wants and desires would be based on backstory #And the rest kinda fills itself out as the message and themes of my narrative forms.#In fact the thing that makes BB so easy for me to work on is having an existing “story template” in mind #I don't have to chart out the long term events in advance because I do have a full picture of what leads where #And what I want to say with each rework.#I've always been told I'm really good at killing off characters though #Especially in my RP days. I remember I singlehandedly turned a pretty standard 'escape from evil lab' plot into--#--a painful story about loyalty and suffering. I was the main villain and the escapees knew he would never give up.#Because he loved their master and believed fully in the idea of 'sacrifice for the greater good.'#Always friendly. Passionate. Would have been a dedicated leader in a slightly different setting.#They knew he would never want to actually hurt them so they had to trick him into trying to “coral” them with his fire powers on ice #He didn't know it was ice and melted through #I guess the thing I do is just... make them cool lmao. It's hard to give advice on this #''Draw the rest of the owl 4head''

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hivemindscape · 2 years ago

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The waves continued to lap against the shore. Push and pull. Breathe in, breathe out.

“What triggered it?”

The question was quiet, and so out of the blue it took Wilbur a moment to realize Tommy had asked it.

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asked.

“Your panic attack,” Tommy clarified, his hair tickling Wilbur’s cheek again. “Was it random, or did something trigger it?”

"Your Name Is A Triangle" by @bonesandthebees

song i drew this to alt version under the cut

#These past few months have been Hard for me art wise #No desire to even pick up the pen for the first few weeks after the wilbur finale and then utter demotivation because of tommys #At some point my passion for the mcyt fandom hanged by one thread- fanfiction #and the only fics i wanted to read were those of someone i already know and love #I was miserable over the idea no crimeboys content will make me emotional anymore #The first fic I willed myself to read is This one #and it was the biggest most sought-after surge of positive emotion I've experienced in a while #so relatable and soft and real and in character and so. full of love #Bee revitalized me to the point i instantly jumped to sketch this art the image was SO CLEAR. And I drew and It Worked I could draw #And till recently i couldnt find time to finish it and post it but even the coloured sketch brought me so much hope and joy to look at #Now one of my favorite pieces for so many reasons #Love your resident fic writers #Give them apprecition on the daily #they're my forever heroes #crimeboys #crime boys #crime boys fanart #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanart #fanfiction fanart #tommyinit fanart #tommyinnit #mcyt

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sttoru · 6 months ago

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Aventurine with a virgin reader </3 guiding her and moving slowly and gently as he always gives her praises 🥹

𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. soft dom!aventurine x virgin!female reader. smut. p in v -> protected. lots of praise. clit stimulation. breast play kinda. very soft and gentle sex. reader gets called ‘baby, my jewel, pretty girl.’ wc; 1.4k

aventurine is a gentle lover; never once having forced you into any acts of intimacy. you’re always the one leading the progress of your relationship. the control over the speed of how things go soothes your worries.

your comfort and consent is his number one priority. his little ‘may i’s before touching you are what reassure you. you’ve clearly chosen the right person to be your partner.

even now - when you’re finally beneath him, with your naked bodies indulging in a romantic session - aventurine makes sure to go slow. softly, gently and tenderly; like you’re a delicate flower. a delicate gem that’s threatening to break with just the slightest touch.

“you’re okay, baby,” aventurine mumbles quietly against your skin, his lips attaching to your neck. he gives you soft kisses all over in hopes to soothe you. he can feel you tremble when he pushes his tip against your tight entrance, “i got you, i got you—i promise.”

he does, in fact, have your back. you trust that he does. aventurine never fails to keep his promises, he always keeps his word even if it may seem impossible. perhaps it’s due to his luck—perhaps it’s due to his overbearing love for you.

“kakavasha..” you whimper his name. the blonde nearly chokes on his spit at the way you called out to him. he pats your head gently, that same hand moving down to collect the tears running down your cheeks. you sniff, “mph, h-how much more?”

aventurine kisses a tear drop away, sighing against your skin. you’re so precious to him and he wishes to convey that fact. he’s trying his best to keep calm, though he can feel his restraints fading each time your nails dig into his back. it hurts so good.

he doesn’t want to hurt nor scare you. therefore, aventurine takes a deep breath and flashes you his charming smile, blonde locks covering his magenta and cyan colored eyes. those eyes that were once devoid of life, now sparkling with affection for you.

“just a little bit. can you hold on for me?” aventurine asks in a soft tone. he places a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. his hands move to hold yours, fingers interlocking. he squeezes them when you answer his question with a nod, “heh, thank you.”

aventurine bottoms out after what feels like hours. he sighs in relief and buries his face into the crook of your neck. you’re tight, squeezing his cock like you’re begging him to stay—to stay connected forever. he gives you all the time you need to adjust to your insides being stretched and moulded to fit him.

your eyes are glazed over as you stare up at the ceiling. you feel so full. the stretch hurts a little, though you’re quick to accommodate to the intrusion. your fluids make it easy and more comfortable for both aventurine and you.

you’re grateful that your lover understands your position. you’ve been scared of sex since you were but a virgin, however it doesn’t seem as bad in the moment.

not when you got a boyfriend like aventurine.

“so precious,” aventurine coos and kisses your jaw. he eventually reaches your lips and gives them a quick yet passionate peck. his eyes roam over your naked, sweaty body that’s glimmering underneath the dim light of the small lamp, “you look stunning, my jewel.”

you tighten up around aventurine the moment he calls you by that nickname. he hisses at the feeling, his cock throbbing with the desire to move already. aventurine distracts himself from those urges by kissing your breasts.

his tongue rolls over your nipples, his hands still pinning yours to the soft mattress below you. he sucks on your chest and doesn’t think twice before leaving a hickey or two. you’re his and he likes to remind you of that fact.

aventurine slowly detaches from your tits, his saliva coating the plump flesh. he grins at the sight and hums in satisfaction. he looks up at you and watches as you say those words he’s waited on;

“it’s okay, you can move.”

aventurine nods after he makes sure you’re totally fine with it. he pulls his hips away, until his cock is halfway in before pushing back in your pussy. slow and gentle thrusts are the way to go.

you quickly get used to the rhythm of your lover’s thrusts. you can feel the love and passion behind them, each move done with a purpose. that purpose being to pleasure you and make you feel appreciated.

“is this okay? yeah?” aventurine pants, his pace quickening, yet also slowing down whenever he feels like he’s overwhelming you. your moans slowly fill his ears and your brain is visibly being taken over by the satisfaction.

your lover is entranced by the way your tits bounce in circles with each soft thrust. he can feel his tip hitting the deepest parts of your wet cunt, claiming you like he’s always dreamed of doing. the way you’re already drunk on pleasure is adorable.

he leans down and presses his lips against yours. this isn’t just mindless sex—it’s your first time and he strives to make it as romantic as possible. his tongue mingles with yours, the mixture of saliva running down your chin because of how sloppy you’re making out.

“just like that– fuck,” aventurine groans as his hips roll against you. he’s slowly drowning in the ecstasy. seeing you enjoy the moment as much as he does, is exciting him more than the actual act. he loves it when you enjoy yourself—gets off to it even, “let me hear more of that pretty voice.”

you let out little whines, blessing aventurine’s ears with your voice, just like he asked you. your boyfriend moans at the sound of you as his fingers reach down to circle your clit. he’s addicted to you—so in love. his hands move to your thighs, pulling them apart just a little more so his dick could reach further.

you get more sensitive by the second. especially when aventurine wraps your legs around his waist, his hands wandering all over your body. the pad of his thumb presses down on your clit, making you even more sensitive. your eyes roll back as you leave red scratches on his back, “feels good, s-so good!”

aventurine smirks at your moans. you’re beautiful in this moment beneath him, his cock filling you up to the brim. he feels the connection between the two of you deepening, your relationship reaching new heights.

the blonde male pants while he holds your body close—hips moving non-stop. he can’t get enough of you and vice versa.

“you’re so sensitive, baby,” aventurine chuckles as he feels your pussy spasm around his thick dick. it’s your first time, so he doesn’t blame you when you tell him that you’re close. he slyly increases the pace in which he rubs your clit, “gonna cum, hm? c’mon, you can make a mess on my dick, pretty girl.”

his smooth voice echoes in your mind and that’s all it takes to push over the edge. you hold tightly onto your lover’s biceps and your back arches off the bed, head lolling backwards against the pillow. your lower abdomen tingles and you feel your legs shake due to the impact.

you’ve never felt so good. it’s so much—the feeling is overwhelming you. your body shakes underneath aventurine. he reads your body language and easily concludes that you’re a bit overstimulated by your own orgasm.

“good girl,” aventurine pats your head and rubs your cheek with his thumb. he kisses the corners of your eyes before doing the same to your forehead. your little whimpers and incoherent babbles melt his heart. your lover nods, “shhh, shh, i know. i know.”

he doesn’t care about the fact that he didn’t get to cum. tonight is all about you, not him. aventurine hugs you to his chest and whispers sweet nothings into your ear while you come down from your high.

“i love you so much,” you whisper between shallow breaths. you can feel your lover smile against the skin of your shoulder before he kisses you there. he sighs in content, not yet pulling out.

aventurine wishes to stay with you as one. for as long as you allow him to. he tilts his head back and looks down at you, placing his forehead against yours.

he truly is a lucky man;

“i love you more. so much more.”

#sttoru writes.#hsr smut #hsr x reader #aventurine x reader #aventurine smut #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n

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plutonianeris · 23 days ago

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How The Mars Signs Turn Up the Heat... 🔥

An Aries Mars will devour you with their fiery intensity. They don’t just want you …they need you, right now, and they won’t waste a second making it clear. Expect bold, impulsive moves, passionate kisses that catch you off guard, and hands that know exactly where to touch. They love the thrill of pursuit, and once they set their sights on you, it’s game on. With Aries Mars, there’s no playing hard to get they’ll pin you against the wall and show you what they want, no questions asked.

A Taurus Mars desires you in a way that’s slow, steady, and deeply sensual. They’ll seduce you with every glance, every touch, making sure you feel their desire building beneath the surface. Expect lingering caresses that send shivers down your spine and soft, hushed tones that make your heart race. They crave a full sensory experience whether it’s the feel of your skin, the taste of your lips, or the intoxicating scent of your presence. Once they’ve got you, they’ll make sure you never forget the depth of their desire.

A Gemini Mars will have you tangled in their charm before you even realize it. They’ll tease, provoke, and flirt with sharp wit and tantalizing words that leave you craving more. Their texts will be full of double meanings, and their conversations will be like a game of seduction. They’ll pull you in with light touches that seem innocent but are anything but. With them, it’s mental foreplay expect late-night talks that start playful but turn into something much steamier, leaving you hot under the collar and hooked on their unpredictable nature.

A Cancer Mars may come across as tender, but when they want you, their intensity is raw, primal, and all-consuming. They'll make you feel craved, almost possessed, with an emotional depth that hits you hard. Their passion is protective yet possessive expect a closeness that feels like they’re wrapping you in their desire. They’ll hold you tight, whispering in your ear just how much they need you. There’s a burning need in them to make you feel wanted, cherished, and completely ravished, all at once.

A Leo Mars will make you feel like you’re the center of their universe when they want you. Their confidence is electrifying they’ll shower you with attention and grand gestures, making sure you know just how badly they desire you. They’ll flirt in ways that are bold, daring, and hard to resist locking eyes across the room with a smirk that promises so much more. Expect passionate kisses in public, seductive whispers in your ear, and the kind of physical connection that feels like you’re under a spotlight, with all eyes on you.

A Virgo Mars may seem composed on the surface, but when they want you, they’ll drive you wild with their precision and focus. They’ll learn exactly what makes you tick and use it to their advantage, making every touch calculated to get under your skin. Expect them to be surprisingly dirty in the details whether it’s an unexpected brush against your thigh or an offer to help you out in ways that are far from innocent. They’ll unravel you bit by bit, and their subtle intensity will leave you craving more.

A Libra Mars will seduce you with effortless grace, but don’t be fooled by their charm they know exactly what they’re doing. They’ll draw you in with soft, sensual touches, lingering eye contact, and flirtation that feels like a dance. They’re masters at creating an atmosphere of romance and sexual tension, making every moment feel like the beginning of something irresistibly heated. With them, it’s all about balance just the right mix of sweetness and spice to make you weak in the knees.

A Scorpio Mars will make you feel possessed by their desire. When they want you, they’ll pull you into their world of intense, magnetic attraction where everything feels heightened. They’ll look at you like they’re undressing your soul, and their touch will be enough to ignite a fire deep inside you. There’s nothing casual about their pursuit they’ll want to own you in every sense of the word. Their seduction is dark, mysterious, and dangerously alluring, making it impossible to resist their pull.

A Sagittarius Mars wants you, and they’ll make it known with wild, adventurous passion. They’ll take risks to get close to you, whether it’s through spontaneous, impulsive kisses or pulling you into thrilling situations that make your heart race. They’ll want to explore you like uncharted territory, keeping things exciting, fun, and filled with heat. Expect them to be hands-on literally turning every moment into an opportunity to get closer, hotter, and more out of control.

A Capricorn Mars doesn’t just want you they’ll claim you. Their desire is controlled but intense, and once they’ve decided they want you, it’s game over. They’ll approach you with purpose, making sure every interaction builds towards something bigger. Expect smoldering eye contact, a confident touch, and a sense of dominance that makes you feel like they’re in control of the situation and you love it. They’ll take their time to make sure the tension builds to the point where you’re practically begging for it.

An Aquarius Mars wants you, but they’ll keep you guessing with their unpredictable, electric energy. Their desire is unconventional and a bit rebellious they’ll turn you on with their unique approach, catching you off guard with spontaneous touches or flirtation that seems to come out of nowhere. They’ll push boundaries, mentally and physically, creating a spark that feels like electricity running through your body. Expect a wild ride where every moment feels new, exciting, and just a little dangerous.

A Pisces Mars will drown you in their dreamy, intoxicating passion when they want you. They’ll make you feel like you’re living in a fantasy where the lines between reality and desire blur. Their touch is soft but filled with meaning, and they’ll look at you like they’re seeing right through to your soul. When they want you, it’s a romantic whirlwind of whispered words, lingering glances, and an emotional depth that will leave you feeling completely swept away in the heat of the moment.

#astrology #mars #mars signs #mars in astrology #astrology observations

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