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rykno-j · 1 year ago

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Thinking of you (j/jk)

(after writing the whole thing out, it actually got pretty long, arghsgd.)

I wrote this with s/atos/ugu in mind but I ended up not establishing it explicitly, so I'll leave that up to interpretation.. but obviously they are in love.

Anywayy, my first full fic for j/jk? And it's for them? I mean of course it is. Who else would it be for?

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They were currently in another city, on a mission, having been specially requested.

The exorcism was done quickly (of course) and Gojo suggested they shop for souvenirs to bring back for their friends, to which Geto agreed with a rather reluctant sigh.

Unbeknownst to Gojo, Geto had been struggling through a suppressed cold for the past few days, and it was making him become easily exhausted.

However, in an attempt to avoid the stew of questions that would follow if he turned Gojo down, Geto opted to go to the nearby mall instead of returning to the hotel for much needed rest.

He followed Gojo around for an hour before he felt his body begging him to stop, to let up. At the moment, Gojo seemed to be absorbed in the wide array of sweet snacks on display. Geto considered this to be his first little glimmer of luck for the day.

"Satoru- I'll just be over there alright? There's something I want to look at."

"Mm, yeah, okay-" Occupied with his basket full of goods, Gojo didn't spare Geto a second glance nor did he notice anything, much to Geto's relief.

Making quick escape from the store, Geto looked around desperately for a bench, a stool, anything for him to sit down and rest.

And he found one, an empty seat by the side of a big fountain right in the middle of the mall.

As Geto sat down, he resisted the urge to curl his knees against his chest. Isn't is supposed to be summer right now? Why is he freezing?

Water from the fountain splashed around him. He had noticed the slight temperature drop due to the flowing water. Normally, it would have been a good relief from the heat. But right now, it only served to make him shiver harder.

He should really move to a warmer spot.

Geto considered getting up from his seat, but his eyelids felt heavy, and his legs were begging him not to stand up for the next few minutes.

It wasn't as if he could find another place anyway. Everything suddenly felt really blurry, and Geto was sure he could fall asleep right there and then, if not for the dull tickle that formed at the back of his nose, courtesy of the cold temperature.

"..h'-hngxtt!! hh-tch'gxt!!"

They came out louder then normal, due to Geto having no energy left to stifle them into complete silence. He crossed his arms around himself, pulling the jacket he was wearing tighter around his body.

He shivered. Not warm enough.

"..hhH'-!!"

And to make matters worse, the urge to sneeze creeps back up on him. Preparing a fist in anticipation..

It never comes.

"hh'H-!! a-ah'.. m'n.. snff-"

A quick glance around the mall gave Geto the comfort that he was indeed alone. If need be, he could always give his nose a mildly rough rub to send him back into a building hitch. But doing that has only ever led to sneezes that came out harsher, and that would be hell on his throat. He'd rather avoid that at all costs.

As if fate was playing with him, some of the water from the fountain splashed onto the bit of exposed skin on his neck, causing rapid shivers to run down his spine.

Raising an arm to wipe the droplet away, it was quickly re-directed away from his back and in front of his face-

"..haH'-ngXxt'chh!! hH'..hNgxt! "

The first one manages to escape due to how unexpectedly it came. However, the second that followed was quickly pinched into submission.

Geto sighs inwardly, rubbing his nose softly. He could feel a dull ache starting to pool between his eyes. Tomorrow was going to be a lot worse. He could already hear Gojo reprimanding him for not taking care of himself, all while begrudgingly making a cup of warm tea for him.

(of course i meant 'begrudgingly' here not in a literal way but more of an endearing 'take care of yourself, dammit! or i'll do it for you.' way)

It may not seem like it most of the time, but Gojo cares about people in his own way. Geto had been on the receiving end of several of such telling acts before.

As an example, Geto was half sure that Gojo had put a little more effort into the exorcism this morning than he normally would have, allowing Geto to take is easy.

Or it could have been sheer pure coincidence. Whatever it was, he was grateful.

Speaking of which, where was he? Geto was fairly sure a good chunk of time had passed since he made his timely escape. A quick check of his phone showed no missed calls or messages.

All he wanted to do at the moment was to burry himself under the covers of the hotel bed. Why did he even agree to follow Satoru here in the first place? Oh, right. It was the fear of being alone in this state.

Gojo was as much of his weakness as Geto was sure he was to the other.

Geto leaned forward to hold his head in his hands. He must be having a mild fever, if these thoughts running through his mind was any indication of the fact.

"..hH'tchh'w!! hah'dtchh!!"

With his hands still covering his face, Geto decided against stifling those. His head hurt, and the sneezes were soft enough that the noise from the fountain behind him muffled the sound. Besides, nobody was watching.

Geto remembers the first time he sneezed in front of Gojo. it was an accident, one that he normally didn't make in front of people. He remembers Gojo reaching for his wrist and pulling it away from his face as he geared up to stifle another.

"..Suguru, don't do that."

Nothing else was said, but Geto distinctively remembers the way Gojo was looking at him. No disgust in his eyes at all. Just pure tenderness.

"..haH'dZzch!!"

"See? That's a lot better, isn't it?"

There was just something about that interaction that melted Geto's heart.

Back to the present, Geto had shut his eyes, and was starting to drift off into a light sleep when a gentle hand on his back made him jolt up in surprise.

"Bless you."

"..Satoru? are you done shopping?"

"Suguru- are you feeling alright?" He had completely ignored the question about shopping.

"Yeah, I'm fine, what makes you think otherwise?"

Behind the sunglasses, Geto could make out an unamused look coming from the other. Then, he notices the cool palm resting against his forehead. How long had Satoru's hand been there for? Had he really not felt the touch until now? Maybe he was more out of it than he gave credit to.

"Well I don't know. Maybe the fact you've left my side for a good half hour? I thought you were going to come back once you were done looking at whatever you left for. I was waiting, only to find you crouched over here! Not to mention the fever you're running right now."

Geto winced at the scolding tone of Gojo's voice. Moments of silence passed before he heard a soft sigh.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to shout. Want to head back? Can you walk?"

Geto nodded in response to the question. Using Gojo as a crutch, he rose to his feet, making sure the world stopped spinning before he opened his eyes.

The comforting hand that was on his back never left its place throughout the whole trip back to the hotel. Halfway through, the coat that Gojo was wearing even found its way onto Geto's shivering frame.

"Suguru, go lie down. I'll make you some tea."

There it was. The tea, just like he had expected.

"I was wondering if this morning was a fluke. Guess it wasn't after all. I have quite the foresight, don't I? Putting in a little more effort so you didn't have to," Gojo remarked rather smugly, though there was a tone of softness behind it.

"You're lucky exhaustion only caught up to you at the mall, what was I supposed to report if you collapsed while the exorcism was still happening? You need to take better care of yourself, Suguru."

And there was the scolding, just like he had expected. But he wasn't going to take that sitting down, fever or not.

"You're one to talk."

"HaH?? I take perfectly good care of myself."

"Says the one who passed out through lessons last week."

Gojo grumbled something that Geto couldn't quite catch in response to that statement. When he finally turned around, mug in hand, Geto could have sworn he saw a look of concern flash past Gojo's features.

Either that, or it was the fever making him see things. No matter what it was, Geto reached out a shaky hand to clasp at the steaming mug Gojo held out for him. He hopes the shivers had went unnoticed.

"You know, a few more sugar cubes would never hurt."

Geto couldn't help but smile.

"Well, I'm not you. Thank god I'm not you, a-actually. hH'..having two of y-you running around would cause our teachers a b'hH!! ..bigger headache, I'm sure."

Gojo watched, unamused as Geto turned to the side to stifle three itchy sounding sneezes into silence.

"A bigger headache than you're giving yourself by doing that?"

"..Yes."

Gojo let out a small sigh of defeat before making his way to where their luggage was. Carefully, he pried Geto's open, before realising that he should actually ask where the thing he was looking for was.

"..So where's the medicine?"

"..Medicine?"

"Yeah, for your cold. You packed some, right? There's no way you just caught that today."

Geto felt his legs curl up under the blanket. He considered lying, saying a quick "I didn't" or a quick "it started today". But then Gojo would probably leave the hotel to go buy him some, and he didn't want the other to leave his side, not yet.

"..Top half, middle pouch, shoved all the way to the bottom."

After a bit of digging, Gojo pulls out a small packet.

"When's the last time you took this?"

"..In the morning."

Gojo hummed in reply, moving to push one of the pills out before returning to Geto's side.

"It's a new pack too. Recently bought from the store? Is that why you randomly left school alone the other day?"

"..Maybe."

"How long did you intend to hide this for?"

"..Until i got better.

"You weren't going to tell me?"

"No."

"Why? You don't trust me?"

"..I didn't want you to worry."

"Suguru- you know I only worry because I care."

Geto had to laugh at that, softly. "You're saying weird things, Satoru."

"It's weird that I care about you?"

"No. It's weird that you're expressing it so openly."

Gojo let out a small sound of exasperation, holding out his hand as he looked away. "Take it, you need to get that fever down."

"Mm, thanks."

Once the mug was empty, Gojo made a quick trip to the sink to clear out the teabag, before he returned to the bed, this time crawling onto it from his end instead of standing by the side.

He flops onto the pillows, fluffy white hair spanning out. A hand makes its way onto Geto's chest, tapping it lightly, an unspoken invitation.

Beside him, Geto sighs. "It's still early, Satoru. You sure you don't want to go walk around a little by yourself? We're heading back tomorrow anyway."

"M.. yeah. I already bought everything I need. And besides, there's no way I'm leaving you here alone."

"Because of your 'worry' again?"

That same little sound of frustration left Gojo's lips as he threw the blanket over himself rather haphazardly.

Right. The only person he'd get this worried about was Suguru. It always has been this way, and probably would stay this way. He was the only one Gojo would show this side of himself to.

Instead of a response, Gojo slipped his arm under Geto's chest, pulling himself closer to the other.

"..Enough about that, you should rest now."

Geto allowed himself to get pulled under the covers, allowed Gojo to press his head softly against his chest.

He could feel Gojo's heartbeat, steady but fast. The rhythm slowly lulled him into a state of drowsiness, and Geto would have fallen asleep right there, if not for yet another tickle that buzzed at the back of his nose.

"S-Satoru.. hH'-!! I- I have t'hh-!!"

Gojo made no signs to move despite Geto's light tapping against his back. Just his luck that his arms were trapped under Gojo's sleeping body.

The light tapping turned frantic, before Geto squeezed his eyes shut, bracing his forehead against Gojo's chest, trying his best to keep the outburst as quiet as possible.

"hiH'tchh-w!! hah'zchh!! ..snff- hh'ngxt!!"

The last one, painfully stifled without his fingers, sent a shiver down Geto's spine from the effort it took.

"..Suguru, you should just let them out."

So he was awake after all. The bastard just wanted to watch him suffer.

Geto sniffled, pulling his arm from under Gojo's body.

"I.."

"If you're worried about it getting everywhere, you can just use my shirt, you know?"

Geto blinked once, twice. Did he hear that right?

"Why do you think I'm wearing this one? It's the softest I've got." Gojo pulled up the edge of his shirt in demonstration, bringing it to Geto's cheek and wiping is softly. "See? You can just use it, it won't irritate your nose further."

Geto opened his mouth to argue, but was interrupted by a hitch in his breath.

"hH'-!!"

Taking advantage of the other's sudden vulnerability, Gojo grabbed both of Geto's wrists, pinning it against his own chest.

"Trust me, Suguru."

"Let.. m'hH-!! ..me g-ghh'!! ..go-"

"Not until you-"

"..hH'!! ..haH'dzZchh!! ..hiH'zzch-w!! ..hH' haH'DshH!!"

"There we g-"

"..heH'DzZtchh!!" hah-hH'dtch-iww!! I'm s..shH' haH'tzcHH!!"

Geto refused to lift his head, instead choosing to ram his forehead into Gojo's chest. Underneath his fingertips, Geto could feel Gojo's heart racing.

"See? That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

When he was met with no response, Gojo reached under his shirt with the hand currency not occupied with securing Geto's wrists to his chest. He lifted the soft fabric with careful fingers, bundling it before gently pressing it to the base of Geto's nose.

Gojo felt the other stiffen against him as his shirt made contact with the sensitive skin. Geto could feel Gojo's slender fingers through the cloth. If he didn't know better, he would've sworn that they were quivering.

After a moment of silence, Gojo was the first to speak.

"See? It's okay. Don't worry."

"..You don't think I'm- ..it's ..disgusting or anything?"

"Of course not. Why would I?"

If there was any point in time that Geto felt like crawling into a hole, it would have been this moment. He was sure inside his ribcage, his own heart was beating as fast as the one under his palms.

He sniffled uselessly, the thought of pulling away completely leaving his mind. Satoru was right, the shirt felt really soft against his nose.

"Suguru, You're shivering."

Was he?

Gojo sighed, letting go of his wrists to reach over, pulling the blanket over to cover up to Geto's neck.

"Get some rest, okay? We have an early flight tomorrow."

"..snff- That goes for you as well."

"I'll sleep, after you."

Soon after, Geto drifts off into peaceful sleep, his head pressed against Gojo's warm chest, arms wrapped around the other as if Gojo was the only thing grounding him to reality.

Gojo on the other hand, watched with endearment as Geto shifted in his sleep, letting out muted stuffy snores every now and then. The hand on Geto's back remained through the night, all whilst rubbing comforting circles into it.

He remembers the words that Geto once told him a while back when he was in a similar situation, knocked out from a bad cold.

"Satoru, you've been too strong for too long. Let me take over, even if just for a little while."

And now it was his turn. Gojo lowered his head to Geto's, his voice a soft whisper, afraid that he would disturb this much needed sleep.

"Suguru, I'll take over from here. Get some rest, okay? I'll be here when you wake up in the morning."

With that, Gojo let his chin rest softly atop Geto's head, palm finally slowing to a stop. And if they shifted in their sleep such that they woke up with their limbs all entangled with each other? That would be a memory for another time.

And the shirt? Gojo had folded it gently into his bag in the morning, only to take it out on their flight back home to be used as a pillow for Geto as he dozed off against his shoulder. And if they held hands under the armrest, fingers intertwined? That never happened.

Gojo's lips curled into a contented smile as he tilted his head to rest against Geto's. Truly, he did not even remember the grade of the curses that they had exorcised last morning.

Not that it's important, Gojo thought. Nothing is. At least compared to you.

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My first full fic for j/jk, and my first fic in a long while too ahhhhh

oh god i hope i did the characters justice. it was rly fun to write this one, i won't lie about that.

Maybe gojo was a little ooc in this, but i genuinely think that when he's alone with geto, especially with the state that geto is in, his soft side would shine a little more.

This started out as a 100-200ish word scenario, but i have NO IDEA what happened, but i kept typing, and this was the outcome

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but anyway, i hope it was a nice read either way

Edit: theres a sequel now shsjhs

#j/jk #g/ojo s/satoru #g/eto s/uguru #s/atos/ugu #mywritting #i think the caretaking to snz ratio here leans more towards the former// but it has a good amount of each?#this scenario actually had so much plot it became a fic :skull:#i haven't written fics in awhile honestly..#because i tend to ramble on and on about the rs between the two characters #a big part too is that i'm terrible at finishing works that i decide to start #that feeling that i'm not doing the characters enough justice #makes me keep coming back to refine my work #argshghs #mythoughts

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unsoundedcomic · 1 year ago

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I actually want you to go off about FF16 as much as you can. I need the salt!

I wish I had something more entertaining to add, but I basically found the story in the demo boring and all the characters stereotypical and dull. This isn't even necessarily an indictment on the game because it ultimately made me realise I've simply aged out of the Final Fantasy series. It's always been something targeted more towards the mainstream and towards younger players. They probably can better appreciate stuff like this, and they're also the demographic that's needed to keep the franchise alive. My opinion on the game really doesn't matter.

Meanwhile I've found a lot more satisfaction in the last ten years with other franchises and devs. They're just more interesting and fun.

But in the spirit of bitchiness I'll tell you what FFXVI reminded me of. Remember that awkward period in the nineties when 2D Disney movies tried to have their cake and eat it too by putting out tonally dissonant and socially inept try-hard "mature" movies like Pocahontas and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame that still were held back by the trappings of what traditionally HAD to be in animated Disney features?

That's what the grimdark 16 characters with their anime hair and same faces and ugu kawaii puppy reminded me of. It's a dev trying to remain relevant but held back by expectations. It's also a dev lacking in personal vision or inspiration who is reliant on cribbing from itself and from other media. This is a profound problem with Squeenix and it has been since Sakaguchi left.

ANYWAY, it's not worth wasting more time babbling about this game when we're otherwise absolutely spoiled by the amount of other quality games that are out there now. This ain't the nineties anymore and who really cares what Squaresoft is doing unless it's the SMRPG remake omg did you see that

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dazzasarchives · 10 months ago

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So I have recently decided to go about and read Marvel Comics in some form of chronological order. ( I'll leave a link to the website I'm using to undertake this task at the bottom.) I will also give my thoughts as an amateur comic enthusiast, on the comics that I have here as well as hopefully some helpful information. Speaking of helpful information before I continue I'll also state that the Marvel Universe timeline is on a sliding timescale, so some historical mentions and references should be viewed differently such as the name of the President of the United States and so on. Also the timeline is roughly that every ten ish years of comic publication could be deemed as a year within the Marvel Universe. Of course there's exceptions, there's always exceptions. Anyway I've decided to start with the Silver Age, which for a long time has been the birthplace of the main Marvel 616 Universe. With starting with the Silver Age then that Means that we start with the very first Fantastic Four Comic.

The comic stars the "First Family" of Marvel comics, The Fantastic Four. Which act as the first team and first four heroes introduced to us the readers. Despite that canonically there are other heroes within this world from ages past. The Fantastic Four consists of Four members, Mister Fantastic ( Reed Richards), Invisible Girl ( Susan "Sue" Storm ), The Human Torch ( Jonathan "Johnny" Storm ), and The Thing ( Benjamin "Ben" Grimm ). It is written by Stan Lee ,and penciled by Jack Kirby.

The comic starts off showing us our heroes using their newly acquired powers before showing us their origins. Which we find out was caused by them going into space and then being blasted by cosmic rays. Though this does have some slight changes later on due to the sliding timescale. Their spacecraft ends up crashing and the Four members land safely although they do have a freak out over their new abilities. I mean hey so would I if I caught on fire and could fly or turn invisible. Anyway the group is then forever changed, they also give themselves their superhero names, which reminds me of when I was in college and had everyone call me Smurf because my hair was blue and I didn't want to be called Sonic and have to run around everywhere. Right sorry back to the story, after this the Fantastic Four is born.

Anyway later on the Fantastic Four hear of these massive sinkholes that have been dragging items underground. There's also these massive creatures that come from the massive sinkholes and terrorize the surface world. Well we come to find out that all of this, is the devious plan of the Mole Man ( Harvey Elder ). I also have the names of his monsters, I love that Marvel Fandom wiki included these guys. We have Giganto, Tricephalous, and Rock Monster Guardian ( Ugu ). We also get a brief backstory of the Mole Man. Essentially he got made fun of a lot and then went cave exploring before being trapped in the caves, just goes to show don't make fun of people. Anywho, The way the Mole Man is defeated is very anticlimactic Reed and the Mole Man face of in a stick fight, but then Reed just picks him up and carries him away.

But then even after Reed grabs onto him as the tunnels begin collapsing around them, Reed let's go of the Mole Man, so he still got away in the end. That's really it for the first issue.

Alright let's talk about the characters of this story, sorry Ugu that doesn't mean you, first let's start with our main man himself Reed Richards.

I don't mind him all that much in this comic, I know personally I have never been the biggest fan of the Mister Fantastic or the Fantastic Four in general but in this issue he's ok, I don't mind him, but I definitely do not believe that he is the smartest man in the world.

Anyway on to our second hero, the Invisible Girl.

What can I say about Sue Storm. She turns invisible I guess. I'm so glad I have future comic knowledge of her otherwise I'd ask what the point of her character is, granted I am aware this comic came out in 1961, so they weren't really sitting at a table discussing to themselves, how can we make the Invisible Girl cool? As of right now she's not my favorite character,but I can't wait for that to change because I know it will.

Now for the hothead himself, the Human Torch.

When I was younger I loved the Human Torch, which yeah that's his role he's basically the younger groups character, the one they can associate with. I'm older now and honestly I can't really stand Johnny. Again like his sister I know this will change in the future, I just get annoyed with him, though on a good note I think he's at least the second strongest member as of right now.

Now for the strongest member of the Fantastic Four, The Thing.

Honestly I love the Thing, he's big, he's sassy, and I can't help but feel bad for him. He's essentially the joke of the group but he's super strong, I just feel bad because everyone sees him as a monster but not me no siree, I like my big pile of orange rocks. So far he's my favorite member he has the most use, and is definitely without a doubt the strongest member.

Now for our Antagonist the Mole Man.

What can I say about the Mole Man. Honestly a weak first villain. He doesn't do much, gets beaten in a stick fight and then just slips away. I'm amazed that he's become a mainstay in comics and is still a villain in recent issues.

Anyway that's me talking about the Fantastic Four Series 1 Issue 1. It was an ok start to the Marvel Universe I can't wait to see where it goes from here, until next time. Excelsior!

The site I've been using to read Marvel comics chronologically:

Also the art depicted on this post is not mine and does belong to Marvel Comics. I'm not that good of an artist to turn an arm into a lasso

Also if you would like to continue the story in Chronological Order follow this link:

#marvel #fantastic four #mister fantastic #invisible girl #the thing #the human torch #mole man #marvel comics #comics #comic books #marvel universe #flame on #earth 616 #marvel 616

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witchesoz · 2 years ago

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Volkov lore: Wood soldiers and Ore-Diggers

Volkov published his « The Wizard of Emerald City” in 1939. He published its sequel, “Urfin Jus and his Wooden Soldiers” in 1963. It is a… major reinvention, let's say that, of “The Marvelous Land of Oz”.

The story speaks of Urfin Jus (basically a mix of Jinjur, Ugu the Shoemaker and a few other minor Oz villains). Urfin Jus is a Munchkin living in Blue Land, however Urfin absolutely hates the other Munchkins. He is taller than them, he did a conscious effort to stop his jaw from munching constantly so as to differentiate him, and he does not wear the traditional blue but rather brown. He also is a grumpy, sly, selfish man – so much that he actually willingly became a servant and assistant of Gingema, the Wicked Witch of the East. After her death, crushed by Ellie’s trailer-house, he explores her cave and takes from it several magical items that can be useful. One turns out to be… the Powder of Life.

Urfin Jus, in his every-day life is a joiner. It isn’t much to ruin and harass the so-hated Munchkins, but he manages – notably by crafting dolls that have scary faces so as to terrify Munchkin children. When he discovers that the Powder of Life can animate objects, he creates a wicked plan: he crafts an entire army of wooden soldiers he brings to life with the Powder and has them marching on the Emerald City to become king of the Magic Land. At first, the heroes of the city (Faramant Guardian of the Gates, Din Gior the long-bearded soldier, the Iron Woodman and Strasheela the Wise, new ruler of the City) defend it very well – but they have a traitor among their ranks, a man named Ruf Bilan who allies himself with Urfin Jus and lets his army inside. The heroes now captive ask a good friend of them, a crow named Kaggi-Karr, to go to Kansas and ask Ellie to come rescue them.

Ellie thus begins a travel to Magic Land with her dog Totoshka and her uncle Charlie Black, a one-legged sailor (and an equivalent of Baum’s Captain Bill). After all sorts of adventures underground (since they cannot reach Magic Land on the surface, because of the desert and the mountains), the trio reaches Magic Land, free the captured heroes, defeat the wooden army, and send Urfin Jus in exile. Then Ellie is brought back home again, and everything is fine.

Some interesting facts and points in this book:

# Urfin Jus uses his knowledge of making dolls with horrifying face well by creating his soldiers – he creates them with horrifying faces that scare their enemies. However, said wooden soldiers are at first mocked by other people because they are entirely naked, and Urfin Jus has to paint clothes on them.

# Urfin isn’t alone in his plan: in the beginning of the novel, one of the Great Horned Owls (the pets of Gingema) joins Urfin and guides him in his wicked deeds. The Owl’s name is Guamokolatokint, and he dislikes it when Urfin uses “Guam” as a name – ultimately they agree on using Guamoko, though the Owl is unsatisfied with his name being cut short. Guamoko is noted to be a very old Owl, and his wisdom is essential – while Urfin Jus is a determined and inventive man, he lacks the foresight of the Owl. In the end, when Urfin Jus is defeated, Guamoko abandons him and remakes a life for himself as a ruler of the Magic Land birds.

# The courtiers of the Emerald City are shown to actually be vain, lazy people who enjoy a bit too much their wealth, spending their days chatting and having fun, only pretending to take care and be busy with state matters. But despite that, they still stay faithful to Strasheela, refusing to swear allegiance to Urfin Jus and openly expressing their disdain and disgust with those among them that become servants of the invader. There is also a funny moment, after Urfin Jus conquered the Emerald City – in his megalomania, he gives himself an almost never-ending list of titles, which he is forced to cut short when he realizes that his new ministers are unable to repeat them properly.

# There are several hooks and hints for the book that would come next: Ellie and co travel underground to reach Magic Land, in the process spot a marvelous city, and when Urfin Jus is defeated the traitor Ruf Bilan runs away and hides underground.

# About Uncle Charlie Black – he actually just returned to Kansas after years of absence. This great traveler had been captured by a tribe of cannibals, and Ellie’s family (the Smith) assumed he had been devoured. As it turns out, Charlie Black became friend with the cannibals, who were very nice people (at least when he proved them he was more useful living than in a stew). They accepted him into his tribe, and even later helped him go back home.

# Urfin Jus has another companion called Topotun, a bear rug he accidentally animated when he first got hold of the Powder of Life. Topotun is actually a kind and sweet thing, and acts as the “good influence” at Urfin Jus side. Too bad the rest of his counsellors are just as evil: a creepy wicked puppet and the cruel former pet of a wicked witch. In fact, Volkov introduces a nice idea: the Powder of Life gives the creatures it animates a personality depending on their appearance. The creatures that look scary or horrifying will become evil, cruel or wicked, while the creatures that look beautiful, cute, kind or sweet will become good and benevolent.

# The heroes ask Urfin Jus to think about his evil deeds during his exile, in hope that he will realize that all he tried during the novel did not brought him an ounce of happiness: he worked extremely hard to build an entire army, but that was entirely stupid and difficult to control ; his so-called allies disliked him and abandoned him at the mere sight of defeat ; the hard and difficult siege of the Emerald City only resulted in him ruling over a population that hated him and refused to obey him, making him a very paranoid king, and ultimately he was dethroned in a very humiliating way by the rightful rulers… Contrary to the Wicked Witches, who were inhuman beings whose cruelty knew no limit, they hoped that Urfin Jus, being a man, would understand how evil leads to no happiness. SPOILERS: He doesn’t, but after two other wicked plans failing miserably, he will finally understood how being wicked is not for him and abandon all evilness.

# Strasheela is noted to be, just like the Scarecrow of Baum, bored out of its wits when ruling the Emerald City. Note that, contrary to the Scarecrow, he does not abandon his job and continues to rule – he just dislikes ruling when everything is peaceful and joyful because he has nothing to do. In fact, this is why later Stella the Witch of the South offers him a "magic television", the equivalent of Baum's Magic Picture, so he might entertain himself by looking at what happens in the world.

# Some people have noted that Urfin Jus looks a lot like Severus Snape. A grumpy and sour cynic, with an inventive and resourceful mind, preferring to be alone and dressing in dark clothes, with bushy eyebrows and a hooked nose, hugely popular in the fandom and despite being very unpleasant not truly evil…

“The Seven Underground Kings” is the third Magic Land book, released in 1964. Just like how “Urfin Jus and his Wooden Soldiers” was inspired by “The Marvelous Land of Oz”, this one was inspired by “Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz”, Baum’s tale of an underground travel.

In Volkov’s book, we follow what happened to the treacherous Ruf Bilan, who at the end of the last book ran away underground. He arrived in Underground Land, an entire city and land located… well underground. This country has a peculiar government system, where seven kings take the crown in turn. Basically, each king rules for a month, while the six others are put to sleep by the Soporific Waters of the Sacred Spring. However Ruf Bilan wrecks it all by destroyed the Sacred Spring, and depriving Underground Land of its Soporific Waters. Resulting in the seven kings being awake at the same time… and the beginning of a big political fight between them. Hopefully, at the same time Ellie arrives with her cousin, a boy named Alfred. They were exploring a cavern in Iowa and got lost, ending up in Underground Land. The seven kings believe Ellie to be a fairy and ask her to restore the Soporific Waters, but she cannot do it – however she sends Totoshka to Magic Land with a letter. Her good friends immediately send a team of Winkies (led by a Winkie craftsman named Lestar) and they manage to create a pump that takes the Soporific Waters out of the depths of the Earth. However this water is very concentrated – the heroes put all the seven kings to sleep at once, and when they finally wake up, the water ended up erasing all of their memories. The seven kings become commoners, the heroes suggest and encourage the Underground citizen to go back to the surface and resettle, rebuilding a new nation, and finally Ellie, Alfred and Totoshka return home on the back of a dragon named Oyho.

However, before everything ends, Ramine, the Queen of the Field Mice, appears to Ellie – and reveals that she is actually a fairy! Yep, there are fairy mice. And Ramina makes a sad prophecy to Ellie: she will never see her friends from Magic Land again.

Yep, Volkov seemingly wanted this book to be the end of the Magic Land tales.

But, just like Baum, the series would not die…

Other informations of interest about this book:

# Each of the seven kings of the Underground City actually corresponds to one of the seven colors of the rainbow, and their palace is the Rainbow Palace – which was built as a reminder of the rainbow underground-dwellers will now never seen again (yes, because originally they lived above ground).

# There is a recurring joke about the two Underground doctors constantly fighting and arguing with each other. At the beginning of the book, the two doctors, Boril and Robil, are shown fighting as the Underground Land is formed… and in the “present” of the book, centuries later, two doctors named Boril and Robil also fight. This is actually explained by the fact the latter duo are the descendants of the former: the job of doctor is hereditary, and visibly their names are also passed from father to son. The fight of the two doctors is actually based on the effects of the Soporific Waters: do they kill someone or not? Because you see, the sleep of the Waters is so deep the person stops breathing and the heart stops beating, so doctor Boril claims that the persons are dead. But Robil objects that there is no rigor mortis, and the bodies are still warm.

# Ellie’s cousin is named Fred Cunning – and true to his name, he is a clever boy who will grow up to become an engineer.

# The book actually reveals the history and origins of Magic Land. Long ago, before official history was even recorded, a powerful wizard named Hurricap lived in the land that is known today as America. He was the mightiest wizard existing, and was eager to give people what they wished for: he gave them an invulnerability to the claws of the beasts ; a great speed to go faster than stags ; a bow that never missed its targets… But after many years of granting people’s request, Hurricap became tired and went into reclusion to never be bothered again. He wandered the world and found out what would later become Magic Land – and he surrounded it with high mountains and a great desert so that people would never find it. He also declared that it would forever be summer in Magic Land, and that it would be so magical all animals will be able to talk. All that done he prepares to begins his retirement and rest – until a magpie warns that he isn’t exactly alone and that there is already an awful lot of people living here. “Why didn’t I saw them?” the Wizard cries. The magpie simply answers that he is a bit too tall, and them a bit too small: indeed Hurricap isn’t just a wizard, he is a giant wizard whose head reaches the top of the tallest trees, and on top of that his old age weakened a lot his sight (plus, as the narration jokingly precises, eyeglasses did not exist back then). Dissatisfied, Hurricap said he wasn’t going to take back all the magic he gave to the land, because it would be too much work, but he left the land to the people and he built himself a splendid palace in the mountains nearby – forbidding any dweller of the land to ever go near him. The rule was respected for many years, until centuries later the wizard died and his palace crumbled to ruins, but even then the Magic Landers refused to go near the place. And thus, slowly the memory of Hurricap was lost, and people believed that their land has always been magical and cut-off from the rest of the world…

# Afterward, several states and kingdoms formed themselves in Magic Land, and they started fighting against each other. A thousand years before the present, in the West of Magic Land, there was a kingdom ruled by a man named Naranya. He ruled for such a long time his son, Prince Bofaro, grew tired of waiting and plotted to overthrow his father with several thousand supporters – but his conspiracy was discovered. The old king decided to inflict upon his treacherous son and his allies the fate they intended for him (imprisonment for life): he banished them to the Cavern, a gigantic underground cavern filled with strange beasts under their kingdom, and declared that their descendants would never be allowed to return to the surface. All the king allowed to give them were tools for farming and weapons to defend themselves against the Cavern’s beasts. They discovered the Cavern was an entire underground land, with a lake and everything, and where autumn was eternal: trees and bushes crimson, rose and orange ; yellow grass… The only light was created by golden-ish clouds hanging under the roof of the cavern. As for the beasts of the Underground realm, the new dwellers did not worry much: the beasts kept fighting each other. You had the Sixpaws, hideous creatures with six limbs and dirty shaggy fur, and the dragons (described as giant crocodiles with leathery wings) – the dragons kept attacking the Sixpaws because they devour the eggs the dragons bury under the earth, while the Sixpaws keep attacking the dragons because they devour the Sixpaws young whenever they can, resulting them not caring much for the new inhabitants.

# As years passed by, they grew fields using the rare rainfalls that came from the golden clouds. They captured dragons and sixpaws young, that they tamed and trained to become docile working beasts… the people of the Underground became known as the Ore-Diggers, because they spent most of their time digging for gold and precious metals. However, trouble came because of the court created by their ambitious king Bofaro: a bunch of idle courtiers and servants that kept growing larger and larger each day, eating away most of the kingdom’s riches. Eventually they had to come back to the surface – and started trading with the Blue Land of the East, offering copper, bronze, iron, glass and gems in exchange of grain, eggs, vegetables, butter and fruits (note that the Ore-Diggers could only come out at night, given that their eyes were unaccustomed to the bright sun light, resulting in “night markets”).

# Bofaro had seven sons he loved deeply, so much he couldn’t manage to designate one his heir, and after seventeen different wills, he decided to name all seven his heirs, forcing them to rule one month each. But as soon as Bofaro died, the brothers began quarreling, each wanting to rule first: the tall Prince Vagissa wanted succession by height, the fat prince Gramento by weight, the strong Tubago by strength, etc… After a good physical brawl they divided the land, city and palace between themselves, each choosing a different color of the rainbow to identify their belongings. But quickly things went sour: the country had no fixed laws since they changed every month, each king got a squad of dragon-riding guards to protect themselves against eventual attacks of their brothers, each king tried to invent remarkable and new customs to differentiate himself from his brothers, resulting in official greetings of the king changing each month, and each month people had to change their clothes…

I won’t tell you the full history, Volkov spends an awful time detailing the past of the Underground Land, but basically the Ore-Diggers physiology changed a lot throughout the centuries (becoming paler, leaner and getting wider eyes each century), and the excesses of the seven kings grew worse and worse, until they found the Soporific Waters of the Sacred Spring and used it to put to sleep six of the seven courts, resulting in a balanced and sustainable lifestyle. Though the trouble was that after six months of sleep, the wakers had no tiredness at all and did not need to sleep for the entire month of their rule – plus the enchanted sleep magically extended their lifespan, since they did not aged or evolved during their slumbering. And also, the Ore-Diggers became more and more unaccustomed to the real light, and more and more suspicious of the people of the surface, until they ended up cutting all ties with them.

# Now, to return to Magic Land proper, Volkov also reveals to us more about the witches. Three hundred years and four months after the Soporific Water was discovered, four sorceresses lived at the four corners of what is known today as America: two good witches, Villina and Stella, and two wicked witches, Gingema and Bastinda (sisters, but quarreling so much they did not want to see each other). However, as time went by the settlement of humans grew closer and closer to the dwelling of the witches, and they decided to leave America – the four witches (also called “fairies” in the book, because visibly witch/fairy is the same thing) consulted their magic books, found out about Magic Land went there – all at the same time. Resulting in the four of them meeting face to face in Magic Land: Gingema, wizened because of all her wickedness ; the one-eyed Bastinda always with her black umbrella (a magic umbrella that carries her around like a wizard would use a magic carpet) ; Stella who has the secret of ever-lasting youth ; and the white-haired Villina who is the only one of the four Witches able to change her magic book’s size to transport it easily. Gingema and Bastinda refused to share the country, despite Stella’s offer to each have their own part of Magic Land, so Villina offered to have a battle between them – but Gingema and Bastinda realized that Villina’s magic book was much more powerful than theirs, and so that they would be easily defeated. So they decided peacefully to split the country between themselves; Gingema received the Blue Land, Stella the Rose Land, Villina the Yellow Land and Bastinda the Violet Land, and they all decided that the central area would be serve as a “buffer” between them, and that none of them would rule it.

At the time, the Magic Landers had overthrown their tyrants and kings, tired of their constant fighting, and changed the weapons into farming tools to live peacefully. The tribe who traded with the Ore-Diggers in the Blue Land were gone for long, and had been replaced with the small-sized and jaw-moving Munchkins – Gingema appeared to them, declared herself their ruler, and proved them her power by conjuring storms and tornadoes. She said she would leave them live their life peacefully, if only they would pay her a tribute in mice, frogs, leeches and spiders for her to eat. The Munchkins still kept trade with the Ore-Diggers, and there was still a Night Market, for they needed metal, but the Ore-Diggers were so unaccustomed to light and suspicious of people that they now never traded directly with them, and only appeared in the deepest darkness, where the Munchkins could not see.

Bastinda conquered the peaceful and hard-working Winkies: she made them build a castle for her, took a few Winkies as her servants, and hid herself inside the castle, never leaving it for the duration of her rule. The Good Witches also became rulers of their lands, but did not oppress their people, instead helped them in all the ways they could and improved their life.

# We also get to hear a bit more about James Goodwin, the man from Kansas. He was a “loser”, not because he was lazy or stupid but merely because he had such a bad luck everything he tried failed. He finally had success when he bought a hot air balloon and was paid by people to let them travel in it – but one day Goodwin was swept away by a tornado to the center part of Magic Land. There, the people believed him to be a wizard. He had them build him a city (they traded a lot with the Ore-Diggers, who gave them a lot of emeralds), secluded himself in it and spread the rumor has the most powerful wizard in the world. He only made one mistake: he became greedy and tried to invade Bastinda land, only for his army to be attacked by the Winged Monkeys. Goodwin himself nearly got captured by managed to make an escape.

[In fact, in the books I described, James is asked if he wants to return to Oz to help the heroes. And he flats out answers no - that he had enough of magic and would never return to Magic Land for anything in his life.]

# Actually I was wrong here – visibly the Powder of Life was not in Gingema’s cave. This book explains that a storm brought unknown seeds to Urfin’s garden. No matter how much he took the plants away they would grow twice as big and lively, so he ended up pulling them by the roots, cutting them into pieces and drying them out – resulting by accident in the brown powder of life.

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You know how Russian novels are know to be extremely long, descriptive and complex? Well you clearly see those books are Russian. Volkov, contrary to Baum, wanted to create one expansive but logical and continuous world, avoiding the erratic world-making of Baum. The trouble however is that it results in entire chapters of backstory, exposition and historical justifications of everything... quite hard to sum it up as a result. But it is also very interesting, because it gives us a glimpse of what Oz could have looked like if Baum had made the effort of actually explaing in details a lot of his unexplained plot points.

#volkov lore #alexander volkov #volkov's magic land #urfin jus #the seven underground kings #wooden soldiers

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rotten-dan · 2 years ago

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the l//go m//nk//e k//d s4 finale could drop any time now! are u excited?!! cuz IM excited!!!!!

fuck YEAH i am I wanna know if im right or if this show will slap me in the face but im sure i will be happy abt it also i wanna see Azu/re losing lmao. something about him rlly makes me want to see him fail. not in the ♥ ugu my blorbo way. no. i want him to eat DIRT!!!!! Get rejected by the monkey man himself!!!!!!!

#talking to a ghost #Anonymous

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raaxo · 5 months ago

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Dhillooyinka baraha bulshada aan wasay part2

sawir bay ka qaaday oo u diratay oo tiri

asagoon kacsanayn waa kaas, ka waran hadii kaco

bisinka kaas miyaa dhuunta lagaa gashay, abaayo ma noolid walaahi

caadi waaye naag aan u ahay waxaas ayay tiri quween

aniga naagaha siduu u dilaan jeclahay sheekooyinkiisa, saas cml ii garaaco rabi lahaa

xoogaa markay sheekaysteen ayay kala tageen, oo ay shantay kabiir wacday sidii oo kale war isku daldaleen, markaan guskii say u salaaxaysay ayuu kacay oo sawir ka qaaday, u dirtay

waaaaw ka dameer waaye, alla dabadayda ku fiicnaa ayay tiri

haduu ku fiican yahay iyo hadii kalaba Nairobi ayuu u soo socdaa queen tiri

waan ku baryaa whatsapp kiisa isii,

intii aan is hurdisiinayayba fariinbaa soo dhacday waan eegay, waa qof igu cusub, asc xaaji ayaa ku qoranayd waan iska fahmay, kama jawaabin, codkiina waan ka xiray fariimaha

sokoreey oo guska weyn aragtay inay tahay waan fahmay, runtuna waxay ahayd sokoreey waaban u kululaa, siil qurxoon bay leedahay sow maaha, maalin saddexaadkii waxaan u duulay itoobiya

intii aanan duulin maalin ka hor ayaa la xariiray sokoreey, markay fariintayda aragtay ayay ii soo qortay

ma ku soo wici kara walaal

haa baan u qoray

waqtiba ma aysan dhumin ee durba isoo wacday ooh ore iska key bartay

magacaygu waa sokoreey aboowe, no kaaga queen qaawan baa I soo siisay, oo saxiibo ruux ka ruuxa nahay

bara sha wanaagsan magacaygu waa, intaas markaa iri ayay iga dhex gashay oo tiri

nin wacan, waa aqaan aboowe, magac miskiin kama tihid, nin caana ayaa tahay, wax badan baan kaaogahy aboowe oodan u malaynayn,

waa maxay waxaas ayaan iri

amaad ila yaabta hadaan liis dheer kuu taxo ayay inta qososhay

maya walaal kula yaabi mayee bal liiska ii akhri

waan soo gaabinayaa kulli ma wada akhrin karee, horta nin rag karoona ah ayaa tahay, mudane naaguhu ka danbeeyaan baa tahay, naag mudankeed nin marsiiyaa tahay, xilliga raaxada nin naxariistu ku yar tahay baa tahay, nimaan naagi ka daba jaqjaqlayn oo meel saaraa tahay, masii wadaa ayay tiri

haa sii wad

horta intaas aan kuu sheegay sow runtay maaha, aboowe

sax waa runtaa

ku dheeraan mayee, dameer inaadan wax ka yarayn waan ogahay ayay tiri

anoo ugu dan leh ayaan iri

ninkaygii dhamaa oo bani aadamka isku haystay ma dameer baa noqday

inta si fiiican u qososhay ayay tiri

saas kama wado

hee, side ka wadaa

alaab tan dameerka oo kale u dhow ayaa kugu rakiban

haa guskaad ka wadaa

haa aboowe, inaan kulananawaan jeclaan lahaa

dhib maleh walaal lkn berry aroor hore itoobiyaan u socdaa ayaan ku iri

waaa bello, waayo anigua soomaaliyaan u socdaa saa danbe, marka adis baaban ku dagi marka hore, halkaas isku arkaynaa

dameer yaraha sii soofee miyaad ileedahay ayan ku iri anoo qoslaya

dabcan aboowe, ayay tiri ayadoo ayaduna qoslayso oo ku dartay

dameer yaraha kaliya maahine, nin naagaha meel saara ayaa tahay waan ogahay, edeb nin ii yeela ayaan waayay, carabka inaan ka falnahay koley maqashay ayay tiri hadana qososhay

waaba naag il la maamulo qalqaalsanaysa, xorriyaa ku dhibtaye bal mar aan gacanta ku dhigo ayaa uurka ka iri, oo ku iri

naag wanaagsan baa tahay sidaan kaa arko, waxna naga halaabi miyaane, bal aan isku nimaano

haye aboowe, safar salaama

safar salaama adna

intaan call ka kula jiray ayaaban kacsaday oo face furay page keeda galay, aad ayaan kacsaday markaas, ma siigaysataa ayaa is iri, hadna queen igu soo dhacday oo wacay ku iri

dhuuntii ma kuu roonaatay

haa aboowe

hadana la dhaawaco ma rabtaa

haa aboowe, weliba sidii iyo ka daran tiri

kaalay marka

hye aboowe tiri

mudane

#wasmo

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niftynuka · 1 year ago

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“Soomaaliya ku soo barbaaray waxa ay ii qaabaysay siyaalo aan hadalku qabsan karin, dhaqankeennu waa firfircoon yahay, dhaqankeenuna waa halbowlaha aqoonsigayaga, haa caqabado ayaanu la kulannay, oo nabarradii colaaddu waa muuqdaan, laakiin sidaas oo kale ayaa naga muuqata. Qoyska iyo bulshada wax walba ayay aniga ila tahay, waxay ii ahaayeen barroosinkii xilliyadii qallafsanaa, Soomaaliya quruxdeeda kuma eka muuqaalkeeda oo keliya, balse xoogga dadkeeda, awooddeenna inaan dib-u-dhisno, si aan ugu riyoonno berri wanaagsan. Rajada ah inaan wax ku biirinno Soomaaliya oo nabad iyo barwaaqo ay ka jirto, dhaxalkeenna hodanka ahna uu sii ifayo."

- Abdi

Mogadishu, Somalia 🇸🇴

ENGLISH TRANSLATION: "Growing up in Somalia has shaped me in ways words can hardly capture. Our culture is vibrant, and our traditions are the heartbeat of our identity. Yes, we've faced challenges, and the scars of conflict are visible, but so is our resilience. Family and community mean everything to me; they've been my anchor through turbulent times. Somalia's beauty lies not just in its landscapes but in the strength of its people, in our ability to rebuild, to dream of a better tomorrow. I carry the hope of contributing to a Somalia where peace and prosperity prevail, and our rich heritage continues to shine."

#photography #somali #somalia

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acatpersonapparently · 4 years ago

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You ever see a Bombalurina that slaps you with the "Do you wanna be her or be hers" dilemma

(thank you @mystical-jellicle-cats )

#cats the musical #bombalurina #HhnnNNNGGGG #this is Nadia Strahan #shes just ugu #THE MUG #its almost unfair how BEAUTIFUL that FACE IS

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littleeyesofpallas · 3 years ago

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Avalon ─bitter, bloom, & karma─

#manga covers #another set of short story anthology books #from girls × garden comics #as much as the ugu faces still put me off #the rendering on all this cover art is gorgeous

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remember-to-be-gentle · 4 years ago

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Idea: sweet but shy breeder reader that has a monster farm, all the monsters love them bc they each are fed and cared for every single day; BUT the farmer has a thing that they don’t breed with their monsters themselves. Probably too shy to do so. They mention this to Hawks and he decides to help out with this issue! (Hoping this makes sense ugu 🤞)

I spent waaaay too much time on this, lol, enjoy.

Subject: BNHA x Cloud Meadow, Hawks

Title: It's Only Natural, Babe (NSFW, Breeder!Hawks, shy!farmer fem reader)

Trigger Warning: Non con, breeding (mentioned). Hawks says “professional pussy” at some point

"You've seriously never bred a monster?" Hawks asked, watching your monsters go through their assigned chores.

You blushed, unsure how you'd even gotten on this topic of conversation. "No, I just never... I don't think I can really do it with them... I mean, I finished school but I never planned on b-breeding..."

Hawks made a noise, watching one of your cats pass by. You couldn't help notice the way his eyes drifted down South. "Why don't you let me help you out. Part of what makes this settlement work is domesticating monsters and that happens best when l their needs are met."

"Oh, no, its fine, really. My farm is doing well and my monsters have make progress being domesticated without, y'know..."

He didn't believe you, you could see it on his face. "C'mon," Hawks pushed, "we can start with a harpy or a cat. Cats are submissive and harpies will do all the work. Plus their cocks are smaller."

This conversation was getting to be more than uncomfortable. It needed to stop before he went too far. Mustering up your courage you warned him, "Hawks—."

"Actually, come to think of it," he interrupted as if he hadn't heard you speaking at all, "you don't have any harpies and your cat looks pretty busy moving produce." He stood up, unbuckling the straps overalls. "I guess my cock would be the next best size." The fabric came down by his waist, exposing a train of thick red feathers and blond hair to his...

Wait, what was he implying? You tried to ask but Hawks stuck his talons in your mouth, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you struggle to get him out with your tongue. To your surprise, his nails weren't sharp, clearly rounded down. His other hand pulled out his cock, stroking himself until it got hard. Your inner muscles clenched at the sight of it, of how big and fertile he looked.

"They trained you at your school, right? To loosen up for breeding with the bare minimum of touch? My school trained us to be ready if we so much as thought about breeding too much."

You couldn't deny that your core was aching. You were probably already drenched—that part of school you hadn't struggled at. Getting wet was as easy as brushing your teeth. But that didn't mean you were comfortable with breeding. When you tried to protest, Hawks shoved his talons deeper into your mouth, playing with your tongue.

"I wonder how much that pretty throat of yours can take." His voice was getting deeper, raspier. "I want to see you take holstaur cock in your pretty holes so bad, but I'll stick with my objective." The hand on his cock reached under you and slid along the outside of your overalls. A shiver of pleasure passed through you. And then his thumb swept back across, the sound of tearing fabric making your stomach twist with dread. Before you could process what he'd just done, Hawks was pushing you face down in the hay, lifting your ass up to meet his length.

With a thrust of his hips, Hawks sheathed his cock inside you. It was much bigger than a harpy or cat cock, or at least it felt that way as he was stretching you full, fuller than you’d been in a very long time. You reached behind you, trying to push him off, but Hawks grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head.

He was really doing this. He was going to fuck you in your own barn, in front of your own monsters. Your breaths increased, panic surging through your system along with pleasure as your full cunt squeezed Hawks' dick. “I can’t—.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Hawks purred, pushing his cock in until you could feel his balls against your clit, “I’m going to take real good care of you.” He pulled himself back until the head of his cock nearly pulled out before slamming all the way back in. Your entrance clenched at him, despite it's lack of use it was still well trained enough to receive a good fucking, even if you didn't want one, and Hawks took that as encouragement.

The panic in your system subsided until all you could feel was good. Hawks nuzzled into the side of your throat, his hot breath fanning across your shoulder until he bit down in time with his thrust. You bit your tongue to keep from moaning.

The underside of his talons dug into your skin as his grip tightened, thrusts a little rougher. He was feeling just as good as you were. “Fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You did better in school than you were letting on.”

His cockhead pressed against your cervix, smothering it for a moment before pulling back rubbing higher up. Your breathing was becoming labored as you realized what he was doing. “No, I—.” You’d forgotten Hawks also completed the same curriculum as you had, which meant—.

You couldn’t stop yourself from screaming when his cock hit your sensitive spot, grinding into it at first before abusing it with fast, sharp thrusts.

Just like you’d trained to loosen and wetten quickly, he knew how to map and find the g-spot with just a few pumps of his dick. There was no way to avoid it, you were putty in his hands, or rather his talons.

"Fuck,” Hawks groaned again, “I think I’m going to cum, already. I don’t think I’ve used a pussy as professional as yours before.” His thrusts increased in ferocity, pumping wildly as he chased his end inside you, all the while abusing that sweet spot.

“This isn’t,” you panted out, “this isn’t right...” It was getting harder to think, your own end far too close for comfort. Your mind was going blank unable to focus on anything but the way his cock hit your g-spot like a button.

“What’s not right?” He teased, “You have to tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

Your core tightened and betrayed you, release flooded your system, every muscle in your body twitching. All you could see were stars. Despite all your verbal protests, your insides were sucking at Hawks, needily milking at his cock for his hot load of cum. Just before your mind went blank you thought, Oh God, is he going to breed me like the monsters?

And then Hawks came, filling your insides with his potent breeder seed. You moaned, burying your face in the hay with shame.

“Don’t fret, baby. Slow breaths.” He let go of your arms, moving his own to wrap around your waist. He didn’t unmount you. “Was that good? Next time I’m sure you’ll like the next biggest cock just as much as you liked mine.”

#raven writes #x reader #bnha #cloud meadow #my hero academia #bnha x cloud meadow #cloud meadow x bnha #hawks x reader #breeder hawks x reader #fem reader #farmer reader #shy reader #tw non con #tw implied breeding #cloud meadow au #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader

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writer-and-artist27 · 2 years ago

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Tumblr Short Story: "Unholy" Kisses

Summary: This is a day that never dawned, a night that never came to be. A time where a Master spoke up beyond her mortification, saying things that inevitably led to more earlier down the line.

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Note: This is probably the most “thirsty” story I’ve written in a hot minute (and that says something when I’m the ace and look at most thirst-related FGO artwork with a One Punch Man “okay” face), and I’m affectionately blaming Sebas/@exmeowstic for this due to his encouraging it. And also inspiring me with his recent commission artwork for Passing Days. Thankie, beloved friend.

Note that the following does have spoilers for the manga adaptation of Salem, as well as consist of an AU/alternate universe of Passing Days proper. Kinda like a “what if” scenario after the ending of Day 45, where specific things could’ve played out differently. With a lot more yearning and kissing mixed in. So. You’ve been forewarned.

For a song to listen to, I recommend Kyle Landry’s 2021 piano cover of Dearly Beloved from Kingdom Hearts.

Please enjoy!

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“From what I’m aware of,” Sanson said with a face, giving Robin a look over Vy’s head, “your injuries aren’t serious enough to prevent you coming back into the troupe full-time. But I did have to apply stitches to your wounds, so at the moment, bedrest is a must, Archer.”

“Of course,” Robin deadpanned, unable to keep the grimace off his face in spite of Vy continuing to cling to him with her arms around his neck as he patted the top of her head. “How’s Circe?”

“Working,” Sanson replied, turning back to the nightstand to start packing up his first-aid supplies. “Last I checked, there were still a few things she wanted to adjust within her workshop, so I imagine she wants to be left alone for now.” As a bottle of antiseptic went back into his duffel bag, Robin could hear the soft clink clink of the glass bumping something inside. “She was the one to bring you back here, after all.”

No wonder the little sparrow was so worried. Robin glanced down at the brunette still hugging him with an internal sigh before returning Sanson’s gaze with a wry smile. “That explains things.” To Vy, he couldn’t help but raise his other arm to start rubbing comforting circles into her back, unable to ignore the growing wetness on his shoulder as she trembled against him. “Little sparrow,” he whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. You can let go now.”

To both his and Sanson’s surprise, Vy furiously shook her head, merely tightening her grip in the hug as she buried her face into his neck. “D-Don’t wanna,” is the mumbled response, sounding almost like a petulant child as she continued to have a bad case of the sniffles. “You w-worried me, you absolute dork…”

“Vy…”

“Which I understand your feelings, Master, all too well in fact,” Sanson put in, softer this time as he reached out to rest a hand against Vy’s shoulder, “but your clinging to him may make it harder for his stitches to stay in place. Is it alright if you could let him go now?”

By that point, Robin’s not sure whether to glare at Sanson or not as a soft “Ugu” tickles his neck, but Vy still loosens her grip on him as she pulls back from the hug. It didn’t stop him from feeling a nugget of guilt start to weigh down his stomach once he takes in the look on her face, and Sanson seems to notice it too, because he withdraws his hand in half the time it takes for Vy to sit back in her chair at Robin’s bedside, long brown hair shading her eyes. Tears still tellingly glisten from her cheeks and at Robin’s shoulder where she was crying, and the little sparrow proceeds to shakily reach into one of her pockets on her Standard Chaldean uniform. With another sniffle (not muffled this time), she pulls out a microfiber cloth, taking off her glasses to start wiping at the lenses with the small thing. “‘M… ‘m sorry,” comes out in a shaky wisp of a voice, hints of another sob climbing up her throat as she swallows thickly. “I… I…”

“Vy,” Robin said softly, giving Sanson his own look before the Assassin could open his goddamn mouth again, “it’s okay.”

Mid-wipe of her glasses, a few droplets fall onto the lenses past her fingers as Vy’s shoulders shake. “N-No, no, Robin, it’s not… it’s not…” A noise caught between a sob and a high-pitched wail then leaves her mouth, echoing in the room enough to make Sanson freeze in place as she shook her head. “It’s not okay, it’s just not…”

Oh no, Robin thinks.

“I’ll…” Sanson gulps, looking more and more uncomfortable by the second as he zipped up his duffel bag, slowly backing away to grab his coat as he inched closer towards the door. “I’ll take my leave now. I… I can see I have intruded on what appears to be a private moment, so you two can hash things out, Archer,” he then adds hastily, his hand finding some kind of purchasing grip on the doorknob before throwing open the door. “Don’t push yourself, Master,” is all he leaves Vy in passing as the door closes behind him, locking in place with a very solid click, and by then, Robin is left alone with his little sparrow.

His crying, very upset little sparrow.

Normally, Robin would’ve been pissed at Sanson leaving him to handle the work. But in this case, he couldn’t be bothered to even feel angry.

Not with Vy still crying in front of him.

“Vy,” Robin tries softly, sitting up and scooting out of the bed some to extend an arm in her direction. “It’s not your fault I got hurt.”

“B-But I was the one who ordered you to go out there with Circe to investigate the Whateleys, Robin…” Vy shockingly clams up in response to his touch, folding her glasses in her palm to squeeze with the microfiber cloth like a gosh darn stress ball as she brings her knees up to her face. “I was the one to ask you to go out there, and you…” This time, there is a sob as she shrinks further into her own little ball. “You could’ve d-died.”

And that’s the crux of the issue, isn’t it? Robin already knew Vy never liked seeing the people around her hurt. Heck, he knew things Sanson and the others didn’t thanks to their bond, from how she tried her best at everything, how she worked harder than anyone else just for the people she loved, even if it meant making a false image of being happy for her parents when they worried — forcing a smile for that aunt of hers who was still in the hospital for a cancer she wasn’t sure about when on a call before this whole mess of a Singularity. It didn’t make him feel any less guilty at knowing his calculated risk of a plan with Circe to face off against that fake-Lavinia ended up hurting her. Again, after what happened in SE.RA.PH too. And here he thought he was doing better at making it up to her.

“‘M sorry,” Vy sobs before Robin could open his mouth, wiping at her eyes fiercely with her sleeve while refusing to move from her new burrow of her knees, even if it meant her tears were starting to darken part of her stockings. “‘M sorry I wasn’t… I wasn’t there for you… I—”

“Hey.” Robin could feel his voice crack as he reached over, his hand finally finding some purchase in resting on top of her hair. “Hey, Vy. Don’t say that. That’s not it at all.” I could never blame you for a plan that went wrong. “I was the one who agreed to the plan. Besides, you did what you could, little sparrow, and it’s okay, really. Don’t clam up on me and just look at me, will you?”

Vy sniffled, but after a few more coaxing rubs of her head, she slowly peeked out past her wet stockings to meet his eye, and Robin couldn’t help the smile growing on his face as he reached over with his other arm to pull on her chair. Once the bottom half of the chair hit the mattress with a quiet thump noise, he reached out to her on instinct, ignoring his abdomen screaming at him from the bandages as his arms encircled her trembling form to pull her into him. Something small yet sharp was poking his waist, probably Vy’s glasses, but he couldn’t care less. Not right now.

“I’m still here, little sparrow,” he whispered, stroking her hair once her nose softly bumped his other, less wet shoulder. “I’m not dead yet. Just a bit mana-drained and hurt, that’s all. It’s not something we both can’t fix. So you don’t have to cry.”

Shaky hands reached up to press against his chest, a few more telling sniffles echoing into his neck as Vy slowly nodded. Then, to Robin’s surprise, she whispered, “S-So… if you got mana, you wouldn’t be as hurt right now?”

Robin blinked, pulling back some to let Vy wipe at her eyes with her sleeve as his muscles in his arms tensed. “I mean… yes?” Where are you going with this?

Vy ducked her head, extending one arm to drop her glasses and microfiber cleaning cloth onto the nightstand where Sanson’s duffel bag once was in time with her taking a deep breath. In and out. From their closeness, Robin could feel her chest heave from the effort. “Th-Then…” her ears turned pink from what he could see past her hair as she scrubbed at her face with her other sleeve. Were her cheeks turning pink too? “What if… what if I kissed you?”

“…Uh.” It took Robin a moment too long to realize he choked on his own saliva. “What?”

Vy inhaled sharply. “I-I said… what if I kissed you?” She then raised her head to meet his gaze, and Robin knew he wasn’t mistaking the bright rosy hue of her cheeks as the color spread to her nose. Embarrassment and familiar hardy determination shined in her red-rimmed eyes, all the more clear without her glasses as she stared at him. “I-I heard from Da Vinci a while back how mages could transfer mana through the… the exchange of fluids,” she stammered, shaking her head but still scooting closer to him, her fingers bumping his. “A-And said fluids could be anything from blood to saliva to…” Robin could then do nothing but watch as Vy covered her reddening face with both hands, shaking her head vigorously as she bit out, “Sexual fluids, and, and I thought saliva would be the safer option!”

…She went there. She really went there.

“Little sparrow,” left Robin in a voice he briefly couldn’t recognize as his own, “you don’t have to do that. Assassin stitched me up and bedrest is already on my agenda.”

“B-But!” Vy peeked at him through the cracks in her fingers, her brown eyes pleading now. Ack. “You’re still hurt, Robin…!”

“That doesn’t make it permanent, little sparrow,” he says, and goddammit, now he’s blushing too. “You don’t have to push yourself for me.”

“But it’s you!” Vy blurts out next, making any protests on his tongue crumble away once her hands fall to her lap and make fistfuls of her skirt. “I-I know, I know kissing without consent is considered sexual harassment, but it’s still you, you’re still hurt, and…” Vy shuts her eyes tight, enough for a stray tear to form in one corner (from her previous crying, no doubt) and slowly trickle down her red cheeks as he watches. “I don’t want to lose you, Big Robin. Even if I… I’ve never kissed someone ever, I’d rather kiss you if it meant not losing you. If it meant letting you live.”

Now what could he possibly say to that? To his little sparrow, with her shaking shoulders and fidgeting hands, basically offering herself to him on a metaphorical silver platter?

Robin exhaled a breath he didn’t need, feeling sweat start to form on the back of his neck as he considered. Da Vinci, Arturia, Achilles, and some of the other Servants back home definitely would have his head in the end if things went wrong (and really, what could be more wrong than what was going on now?), but, at a time like this—

“Okay,” he relented weakly. “Let’s do it.”

“…Huh?”

“Hey.” Robin reached over to take one of Vy’s hands in his to squeeze, unable to hide the weak grin forming on his face as he met her eyes. “It’s not sexual harassment if I consent to it, right?”

“Um,” Vy blinks, her cheeks turning redder by the minute. “Yes? I-I mean, I think so?”

How did I fall in love with such a clumsy little sparrow like you? A traitorous part of him thinks. Outwardly, he chuckles, tugging on her hand so that she’s leaning into him now. Her hands are pressing against his chest as his other hand slowly cups her cheek. “Then let me take the lead this time,” leaves him in a huff of a breath, unable to hide the delight starting to bubble up in his throat at the sight of Vy’s eyes reflecting his image alone in time with her cheeks turning rosier with his slow closing of the distance. “You’re shaking too much, Vy.”

“I-I’m sorry…” But Vy still leans into his palm, her cute pink lips parting some as her eyelashes fluttered at him. “I know I said what I said, but I-I really don’t have any experience with this…”

“Then close your eyes, little sparrow,” he whispers, his thumb rubbing at the corner of her eye where that one tear once was, wiping at it with all the care a ghost of a man like him could give. “I’ve got you.” An inch away from doing the deed, he finishes with a faint, “Stop me with a Command Seal if you ever feel uncomfortable.”

Vy still lets out a sound close to a whimper once his lips gently press against hers, but she doesn’t clam up like before. If anything, she tenses up just a bit, frozen as he moves his mouth against hers, but her hands aren’t pushing him away. To his surprise, they’re trembling against his chest, weakly clutching at some of his bandages and even the chain to his silver necklace around his neck for some kind of relief (or maybe to cling to him?) to match her timid demeanor. It’s a mild kiss, not nearly enough to exchange saliva like she probably intended to, especially considering it’s just a light press of mouths to begin with, but it’s soft and faintly sweet. In all honesty, Robin wanted the gesture to last for a single moment — not too long so that Vy could regain her composure, but when pulling back and looking at her red face, something inside him somehow snapped.

So cute…

A soft “Wah!” is then muffled between them as Robin leaned up to press his lips to Vy’s again, and this time, he swallows the noise in its entirety as he opens his mouth to trace her own with his tongue. She shivers even through the palm he has on her cheek, shyly opening her mouth after he rubs a coaxing line into her back with his other hand, and then her tongue carefully touches his. It’s just as shy when it comes to moving around, but Robin can’t help the smile he has going on mid-kiss because his taste buds finally get a taste of what he’s been dreaming about.

Sweet. Just like maple syrup. Did Mata Hari make pancakes for Vy’s breakfast?

Vy lets out another noise as he continues the kiss, something along the lines of a surprised “Ah!” this time. Her grip on his bandages and necklace weakens as she goes on to melt into his arms, the energy seemingly leaving her body as she leans into him. Her fingertips gently brush the skin along his collarbone a second later, making his heart jump when it didn’t need to, and so he can’t help the hand he has on her back moving to her waist to pull her down with him to the bed. Once his head hits the pillows behind him, he can feel her long brown hair tickle his cheeks as energy surged through his veins, the kiss barely stopping for breath because he finally got a taste and it’s not enough.

My little sparrow…

“B-Big Robin…” Vy squeaks (something along the lines of an embarrassed “Fwah—!”) once he pulls back and then his lips inevitably find hers again, interrupting her attempt at a sentence as the palm on her cheek moved, cupping the back of her head to keep her close for as long as he could savor it. Her weight doesn’t feel heavy against his abdomen as electricity tickles the back of his brain, his bandages for once not screaming at him as she leans against them, her chest pressing against his to the point he could feel how soft it was. Her tongue is pliant as he tugs at it with his own, the heat of her cheeks starting to warm his with the closeness as he tilted his head the other way. It’s not even a question of whether saliva is being exchanged anymore — every passing second has more mana running through his arteries and Vy is still kissing him back.

It takes Vy letting out another whimper for a shred of Robin’s common sense to come back, but it doesn’t last long once he breaks the kiss (was it the third? Or the fourth?) to take in the shininess of her lips and the bright red rosiness of her cheeks.

This little sparrow of mine…

Robin doesn’t realize he’s hastily unbuttoning the collar of Vy’s Standard Chaldean uniform until Vy’s eyes are wide open and she’s squeaking again, but he doesn’t regret pushing her hair back and pressing his lips to the column of her exposed neck where he could feel her pulse, nipping there some with his teeth to encourage more noises out of her throat. A little “Nn” here, an embarrassed “Ah!” there. They made up such a unique little song, just for him. It all sounded so cute, so irresistible, he really couldn’t help it. Plus Sanson locked the door, so he could do that much.

Despite his True Name, Robin Hood was still a petty bowman who could fall to the charms of a lovely young lady. And the young lady in his arms, Vy — it was still his little sparrow. His and his alone.

A small red mark lingers on Vy’s skin once Robin’s given her neck enough attention through so many trails of kisses, and looking up revealed Vy staring at him with wide and teary eyes past her curtain of brown hair. “Th… that wasn’t part of what Da Vinci told me,” she whispered, but the tiny smile and the little bit of embarrassed joy leaking through their bond reveals she’s not averse to it either. “But um… Robin?”

Robin grinned, moistening his lips with a swipe of his tongue. “Yeah?”

“Uh.” Vy blushes, her hands still pressing against his bandaged chest and collarbone. “Could you… could you kiss me again? O-On the lips, I mean? You still look hurt…”

What an excuse. I can’t even feel the stitches anymore.

With a chuckle, Robin sat up on the bed to take Vy into his lap, retracting the hand he had on her head to rest it against her chin, his thumb unable to help itself from tracing her bottom lip. It was a little swollen compared to before, but it was still so soft and pink and cute. “Be careful with those words, little sparrow. You’ll be eaten up by the big bad wolf at this rate…”

“N-Not if it’s you, Big Robin…” she insists, but she still closes her eyes and leans into his touch as he ducks his head to kiss her again. “I-I think I’d only want you anyways…”

Well, damn. Robin already knew if Abby walked in, the scene he’d be making with his Ringmaster would probably look “unholy.” But at this point, with Vy shivering in his arms and being oh so receptive to a former bandit taking her first kiss and then some, he couldn’t find himself caring much. The atmosphere was growing hotter, the air was getting stickier, and Vy was tasting sweeter.

And hey. Even a bowman like him could take some pleasure in tangling his fingers up in his little sparrow’s brown hair to pull her closer for more breath. More of her taste, more of her tongue, more of her lips when he never got such a delight out of them before. It honestly made him wonder why he didn’t kiss her sooner, because nothing in his time alive really compared to this. His old policy of “no strings attached” be damned — it weighed nothing compared to feeling his own Maid Marian melt against him, making noises only he could hear thanks to his actions.

“R-Robin…” Vy’s hands tug at his necklace this time. “Th-The others might come in later if we’re not careful…”

With another press of his lips to hers, Robin shrugged. “That’s what my cloak is for, isn’t it?”

“M-Muuu…” Her tongue still weakly reaches out to intertwine with his once he dives back in. “D-Dork…”

“Love you too.”

“Muu—ah!” And oh, Robin liked the sound of that one. He should nip at her neck more often.

In yet another kiss, Robin absently decided to bandage up Vy’s neck later so that no one would ask questions. Those marks were his and his alone, and no one else had to know. That was that.

Knowing his little sparrow, she wouldn’t mind talking it out. Probably.

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