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[wewcom-1234]

The two last of the week!

Tactical Kashikin, security guard Adukin!!!! 😼😼😼

[estercity]

i love comparing yoko, kamina and kittan's designs because the rgb colour palette is really pleasing to the eye but my favourite part of it is each of them only have 2 colours. yoko has yellow eyes and kittan has yellow hair, kamina has red eyes and yoko has red hair, kittan has blue eyes and kamina has blue hair - BUT kamina and yoko both have outfits that are prodominatly red whilst the secondary black is only shared between yoko and kittan. idk where im going with this, but its really Good

[asexual-levia-tan]

@acaribeau my guess is that the new and improved ddd will somehow link us to our boys in the future, even while we're in the past. otherwise, too many things in the ads dont make sense

according to s3 lore, luke either hasnt been born yet or is still very new at this point in time. and towards the end of s1 simeon mentions that he wasnt allowed to visit the devildom for a long time after the celestial war ended. so for those two to be in nightbringer at all, there has to be something weird going on with the timeline. in addition to that, diavolo and barbatos's 3d models are wearing the rad uniform despite rad supposedly not existing yet. ive seen people joke about "why is the ddd new and improved if we're going into the past" but i feel like its definitely a tool we're going to be given ahead of time to help us complete whatever mission we're sent into the past for to begin with (whether we remember what that mission is upon arriving there or not)

for simeon to be in his human world outfit instead of his angel one, it implies that hes still living in the human world because he is still post-ring-stealing. which means luke is probably back in the celestial realm and probably paired with raphael now. its really sad to think those two might be living separately from each other when luke mentioned (in s4?) that he views simeon as a big brother😔

[hidefdoritos]

Whenever I think I pack too much, I remember my 3-day Chicago trip where I packed 4 bras and 2 of them shredded immediately. That was a formative moment.

[augustvandyne]

Andy Herrera x reader

Reader is a cop and they basically go from enemies to lovers 😌🫶🏼 but they also try to hide relationship from both of their respective stations

sorry this one took so long.. haha

secret

You’d met Andy not too long ago. About a year or so.

You were a cop, and were well known for your heroic actions in the field.

So of course Andy had heard of you. And she’d be lying if she said she wouldn’t have died to talk to you—to pick your brain. Maybe even take you out on a date. She’d also be lying if she said she’d never found you attractive.

Although that all changed when you’d ran into a burning building in nothing but your uniform. No protective gear or anything.

You’d stumbled out of the house not long after, dizzy from the smoke inhalation.

Small burns laced your left hand, but the best part was you’d saved the kid.

Andy had pushed on your chest saying how stupid it was that you would even attempt to do that. And now you had burns on your hand.

“They aren’t even gonna scar,” You point to the barely noticeable redness lacing your hand.

“That’s what you may think now,” Andy juts her chin.

“That’s what I know,” Your nostrils flared.

“Is it?” Andy stepped forward, to which Maya grabbed her should to pull her back.

“Alright girl,” Maya chuckled. “Down.”

“She put her life in danger, and for what? To make the paper?” Andy turns her body back towards you.

“That’s exactly why I did it,” You look at her with a straight face, and she can’t tell if you were telling the truth or if you were being sarcastic.

“Oh—“ Andy starts to laugh bitterly when you cut her off.

“Of course that’s not why I did it,” You put your hands on your hips. “I did it because there was a kid dying in there that no one was saving.”

Andy is fuming by now, while you just stand there cockily.

“Okay. Alright. Let’s go, Andy,” Maya forcibly grabs her shoulders and turns her the opposite direction.

The next time you see Andy, she’s all over you. And you all over her.

You’d ran into her at a bar, and the two of you began a small fighting match, which ended in a heated kiss.

From there the two of you had been inseparable.

You fought. A lot. But that was just who the two of you were, and what the two of you did.

When Ryan would visit the fire station, you would come along.

He always told you, for whatever reason he may had been going, it didn’t need to be a two person job. But you came anyway.

Andy would spare some glances at you, and you at her.

Sometimes she’d even come down to the station to bring you lunch.

The two of you were trying to hard to hide it, and it was going well for the most part.

Everyone bought your lame excuses except for Ryan and Maya. They were onto you, so bad.

They’d never say anything to you, but the two of you knew that they knew.

I mean, come on, the two of you randomly sneaking off into the locker room? That doesn’t just happen between two women whose sexual tension can be sensed from the town over..

You love sneaking off just to kiss her.

Her eyes light up like she’s it’s her first time seeing you, kissing you. It’s adorable and you can never get enough.

You have her back against the lockers, your hands gripping the sides of her neck, your thumbs caressing her jawline.

Andy bites your lip, making you moan. She takes that chance to slip her tongue into your mouth.

“I need— mm— to get back— to the st— station,” You gasp out in between kisses.

“Do you?” Andy turns the two of you so your back is to the lockers.

“Yes!” Instinctively, you lean closer into her. “If we’re going to keep hiding us, yes.”

“Maybe we should just— tell them,” Andy pulls away to look into your eyes.

You see the glimmer in her eyes again, and there’s nothing more than you wanting to tell them, but it’s fun to sneak around.

“Maybe we should let them find out for themselves,” You lift a brow. “Cmon, it’ll be so much more fun that way! And we can have some more time to sneak around.”

You pull her in by the collar of her uniform, biting her lip in a small kiss.

“Fine,” Andy smiles. “But only because we get to keep our secret a little longer.”

“They’ll find out soon enough,” You promise.

[kvnimago]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader (18+ oneshot)

— some things are (better) left unknown

word count: 4k+

⚠️: 18+, angry-fucking, GRAPHIC depictions and descriptions of smut, slut shaming, degrading, "good girl" shit, profanity, petnames kinda, they-think-they -hate-eachother-but-will-absolutely-submit, cant-really-think-of-anything-else-just-prepare-yourself-pls

(reblogs are highly appreciated! i'm a new acc)

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For what felt like hours, days, even. You felt eyes boring their presence upon you. Like a laserbeam going through your thick skull. And it was of no use trying to see who it was, because there'd only be one person to do that.

Your hands reach for the cold steel spoon, engraved on it was 'Task Force 141'. You felt your fingers brush over the letters as you picked it up and held it to your mouth, the hot soup going through your lips and into your stomach.

It'd been a long day, when the winter was out to kill, and when the warm fires were less orange than any other December when you lit it up.

Although, the light on your cigarette appeared much brighter than any chimney to you today. You couldn't tell, at this point, if you were actually full from the meal or the Cuban you held in between your index and middle finger.

You got up slowly from your chair, which was rocking back and forth whenever you sat down or got up. You could smell another familiar scent of smoke coming from the other seat beside you, though it wasn't something very significant as of this moment.

Captain Price approached you as you looked away from your seat, checking if there was any spots of food you left behind, "Hey, kid."

"Yes, Capt?"

Price pulled out a letter from his pocket, the material of his gun rustling against his belt from his pants. "Think you can grab these from the basement for me? I need it by tomorrow."

You reluctantly take the letter, it contained some vehicle tools, ammunition supply, uniform badges, you name it. Just regular stuff, not anything too difficult. But you were neither prepared, nor did you see it coming, when he said the next thing:

"I'll have Lt. Riley tag along. That alright with you, Simon?" He said, fully aware of the fact that Ghost couldn't ever say no. He was the Captain, after all. And it was.. apart of his job to follow his orders.

Price nods approvingly without even waiting for your answer, nor Ghost's, "Good. It's in the basement. The dark room without any lights, so just bring one." He looks at his watch, 8:27.

"You should be back at 5 in the morning, clear?" he emphasized, he was always one to take the job very seriously.

As he walked away, you felt that peering stare from earlier return. All you could do was feel the wrinkles on the paper, which smelled like conditioned air.

You didn't dare turn around, you stood there, hands behind your back. Like an idiot, honestly. That's what Ghost would say.

The sound of a metal seat's legs rubbing against the tiles entered your ears. You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous as hell bein' around him.

"Come." said Ghost, "Stop wasting your time." he added.

You shut your eyes tightly and reopened them for a quick second and turned around, met by his terrifying thousand-yard stare which was surprisingly all natural. You have a guess that it's because of the mask that you notice it ever so often.

"You're still mad at me."

Ghost placed his utensils on the tray which sat on the table, tilted. "And?" he asked you.

"You wouldn't want to go in the basements alone. You'd piss yourself." his mask moved as he spoke, and you could've sworn that you heard a light laugh coming from his nose. You were afraid that he wouldn't cooperate due to the fact that you both had a slight mishap the other day, but to your relief, he's.. seemingly alright about it.

He mannered for you to come along, so you did. You were following him, hands behind your back, you got a great view of how he wore his gear, how messy some other parts were, and how he kept some specific adjustments to his uniform. For example, he has to not button the first 2 buttons on his shirt. He just covers it up with his tactical vest, because his waist is smaller than his upper body.

You smile to yourself, though it only appeared internally. After all, you're still mad at him.

"Still pissed, Sergeant?" his bone-chilling tone entered the atmosphere. Why, it was cold and stern. Had no gentleness or anything of the sort behind it.

You paused and stopped in your tracks, followed by a small grunt that escaped your mouth as you spoke: "Don't know." your response was a bit.. blunt. Not mixed with anger, or a sense of 'I don't care'. You just simply uttered the two words.

He turned to you, also stopping in his way. You could feel lava in your ears boiling at it's own temperature when he was now heading your way, the distance was closed from a meter apart, now at a foot apart from eachother.

"That is fuckin' idiotic, woman." every word he said felt like a dull blade being pressed against your chest. Over and over.

You glared, irritated by the comment. Woman? "Thank you, Simon." you retorted, it took about a thousand horsepower to bring yourself not to sound so affected, the annoyance evident in your eyes as you brought yourself to look at him in the eyes again.

"Fuck did you just say?" he doesn't like being called by the first name. Not at all. Especially when it's you, your words are like scratching at plates to him. Even the thought alone of you makes his head hurt.

You smiled a little, fuck, I think I've really gotten into his skin. "I don't know, Simon. Would you please get out of the fucking way and go to the basement now?"

It'd be very strange if you hadn't spotted his fists clenching a bit. He had a.. short temper, that's for sure. But never have you seen him let it out, which was another factor that removed your fear around him. Well, besides the death stare.

He didn't look at you again. For the next 5 minutes you both spent together trying to walk across the base to get there.

The room was dim. Only about 4 lights which were scattered all over the basement, and it wasn't much, because the basement was fucking huge.

"A pistol for the Captain and ammunition supply. Find it." Ghost demanded. Like he was the one in charge.

You dug in your pockets, the sound of multiple things clanging against eachother, no luck.

"Did you bring a flashlight?" you questioned, you didn't have one on you.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, Sergeant." he stared at you, getting back up from what he was doing.

You backed up just a few inches off your foot, "Jesus. Fine. I can manage."

Ghost seemed satisfied with your reply, because you could see him turning around again through the dim lights.

You absolutely lied. It was impossible to see in the near-dark. Only the small shine of metal was a hint to what you were trying to find.

You went further into the dark, no signs of what you were trying to find, based on your sense of touch.

Boxes could be heard being carried and put on the small side-tables. To add, the ring of alloy was very apparent especially when there was nothing else that could be in your ears.

"You found anything?" you asked, trying to break the silence.

"No."

"Me neither."

You sighed, it should be around 8:50 now.

Ghost couldn't stare at you or penetrate at your soul with his glare, no, not through the dark. It removed an essence of control as he knew.

"I'm not mad, Lieutenant." You told him, desperately trying to fight the silence.

"Shut up and find the things we need."

A solid ten minutes passed before you found a pistol, contemplating on whether or not you should go back the minutes-long walk to your quarters to get a flashlight, because time was running slow.

Ghost heard the gun being cocked, moving over to your spot. "I haven't found anything."

"So? What does that make me?" you replied, his jaw clenched when he realized you were mocking his previous reply to you.

"An idiot. Because your arse forgot the light."

He came closer to you, although it sounded like he was far away. You couldn't ignore his comment, "You took your mask off, right? Now I really should've brought a flashlight, so I can see that ugly fuckin' face of yours."

You felt a cold shudder go through your spine when footsteps came louder.

"That would've been a hell of a sight to see, because I'd say I'm not ugly." he spoke in a deep, sultry voice.

"A good hell doesn't exist." you replied.

"Bullshit." he breathed out, jamming boxes on the floor again, "You can be mad for all I care, because I don't."

You could feel his black stained eyes once more, although not visible, it was all the more apparent when you heard his footsteps getting closer behind you.

"That's a shitty response, boo, Simon."

"You're shitty."

"Fuck you."

Veins popped on his forehead, his balaclava sweaty from the lack of ventilation inside the basement,

"Be mad at me all you want, yeah? Not my fault some dumbass fuck is on my squad."

Now was not the time to be discussing about your personal endeavours, it was a time to follow Price's orders, not to waste the precious hours.

Silence devoured the void that kept his distance from you. Simon never really liked you, favored you, or even talked to you that much, you think you really fucked up and outdid yourself the moment you messed around during a mission and let an enemy loose.

He always looked away from you.

Johnny would say he'd go silent whenever you were mentioned or whenever you were around, for some reason that even he didn't know.

And you thought that maybe, just maybe, this would've resolved your issues with eachother.

Wrong. He's still the fuckin' asshole he is, always shoving it in your face that you're incorrect, telling you how to do this and that. You'd stare deep into his dark and sullen eyes, when the nights were just right that he would be angry-fucking you right before or after a mission. Nonetheless, it didn't change his view about you.

Simon couldn't see anything, yet, he wanted to go over to your spot. You gasped when you felt a clothed hand on your butt, breaking the trance of thoughts you were in. You heard a small grunt with it, too.

You could barely see anything, but who else was there except for Ghost?

"Simon. Get your fucking hands off my ass." you commanded, grabbing his hand and pushing it away from you.

Ghost emitted a groan, surprised by the sudden movement.

"What hands?" his accent was thicker than the dark, a shudder entering your spine again when his breath hits your neck from afar. "That is not my hand, sweetheart."

The knots in your stomach tightened. He grunted again, and you felt the warmth of his breath tilt to the side, "Sergeant. Get your goddamn hands off my pants." he spoke slowly and firmly at every word.

"Don't need to fuckin' grab it like that—just ask nicely." he sighed at that last part, dark and threatening was his tone, though his eyes had seemed to tell a different story, which again, wasn't visible to your sight.

His words left a bittersweet taste in your mouth, your body warm from the burning tension. And also from the anger that flushed in the tips of your ears, you didn't know of a single bit where this was going, yet you let it happen.

You could feel the strong presence of a stiff vest on your back, your legs rubbed against his muscular thighs. The low ponytail on your head was coming loose,

"You know what?"

"Yes?" your response sounded more like a breathy noise than a word, the heat emerging from inside you. There was nothing to be denied, no matter how upset, disappointed, or irritated you were.. you'd always come back for him.

"You're a fucking slut, that is—Your anger towards me is no match for that filthy cunt of yours."

You whined, involuntarily, every breath he took shattered itself on your neck, "God. I fucking hate you."

"Really? Those hands and that pussy of yours say otherwise. Every fuckin' time."

A soft grunt escaped your lips, and this was only from his words.. How? It was indescribable, what you felt. The rim of your cargo pants were tugged by gloved hands, you sighed lightly,

"Turn around."

You followed his orders like a lost puppy in search for its owner, his sentences were like hymns to your ears, frankly, hypnotizing you and leaving all common sense behind.

Ghost lifted his skull mask and took it off, setting it aside on the makeshift table that had been sitting in the basement for a long time. He'd also taken his balaclava off, his cold lips exposed to the air, a huge part of you wanted to see whatever glorious sight was behind the dark.

Your soft fingers traced and tried to visualize what you were feeling. He had long eyelashes, a pointed nose, and a sharp jaw. It made you all the more eager, that's for sure.

A startled gasp left you as his forearms brushed against your hands, lifting you up and using his leg to support you like a seat, he had his chest pressed against you, your back pressed against the wall. You could feel his eyes on you, your mouth hung slightly open to support your heavy breathing.

You lowered your hand to be placed under his thigh, his expression wistful, hot breath trickling down your neck.

You can recognize his chest moving up and down slightly, breathing in and out, and it makes your inside tingle and your heart race. The smell of clean clothes and cologne filled the room.

Then there's more silence. Like a weird and unnerving silence, like the world had stopped spinning for the two of you.

"Simon?" you inhale the small essence of his cologne, the scent brushing and bouncing against your nostrils.

"What about me, Sergeant?" His voice is soft, almost a whisper, while he gently touches your chin with a finger. He tilts your head, turning you to face his eyes through the dimly lit room.

And then, finally, the silence is broken by the hungry breath that escapes his lips, he kisses you passionately, his grip on your hand tightens as he slowly but surely pulls you towards him. He wraps his arm around your waist as he holds you close to him, his cheek pressed against yours. His lips are rough, starving. Like this moment was supposed to happen, and it did. In the back of his mind.

The warmth of his hand seeps through the outer of his glove, before he pulls away from the kiss and bites on the corner of his glove so he can take it off.

His mind is fuzzy, "Do you even have panties on?"

"No, Lieutenant." you words dragged like a sigh.

You could hear him chuckling lowly, "I figured, since you're such a little slut."

Your mind was cloudy, it was agonizingly taking so long. You couldn't take it anymore, you tightened your grip on his pants, he groaned, muffling his moan with his hand that still had a glove on.

"Mmh— fuck. Can't take it anymore, Sergeant?"

You nodded instantly, his hand felt the rush of your nod as it was still on your chin.

"Words. I want words."

"Please, Simon. What do you want?" you hurried to reply, your mind in shambles.

"Me? What do I want?"

He teased you, the lump in your throat larger. The warmth in your belly forming a larger pool for you to endure.

"I don't fucking know—Just tell me!" you craved at the thought of him commanding you, asking you to do what he wanted, the thought of him whining and moaning as he asks you to go faster on him, pumping him dry 'til the walls are white.

Ghost huffed in pleasure, "Gotta finish what you started on me, no?"

He lets go of you, using only his thigh and leg to support you for the time being. He coaxed his chin up, unbuckling his belt. You tried to hold yourself up with your own arms, but the myriad of lust, pleasure and somewhat— anger and annoyance trailed along your brain.

It took all of his strength not to let his head fall back, he felt the cold air touch his shaft, he shivers, your other hand travelling by itself from his thigh to the head of his cock.

He absolutely dissolves in your touch—getting off to your soft hands instead of his big, calloused hands that assist him almost every other night that you pop up in his mind.

His hands slipped up your shirt, feeling your back. The sudden touch making you squirm and arch your back, pressing yourself even further against him.

"Mmpfh— wish I could—" he cuts himself off with a groan, "—wish I could fucking see that pretty fucking face right now."

You gasped, his hand even further up your clothing, causing you to grow your hand's pace on his cock, he moaned lowly, "You ever get off to the thought of my cock in your hands?" he was eager for a reply, probably, to validate his own thoughts about you,

Your breathy sentence responds to him, "Yes."

He chuckles, seemingly content with your answer, he can't stand the silence anymore, apart from the slow slopping of your hands that barely manage to wrap themselves over his thick cock. He crashes onto your lips again, your noses touching, he opens his mouth lightly, inviting your tongue to go down on him.

When you enter his mouth, it's full of a flavor indescribable to man, your hand pounced on him, touching his stomach with every stroke, his bleary eyes rolled back, parting away from the kiss to release a moan.

"You sure no one can hear us down here?" you asked in between the crazy shit you guys were already doing, audible from outside or not, there was no taking back what was happening in this moment. You were fully aware.

"Never said so," he huffed, "fuck, fuck—go faster—mmh—"

The pleasure he was feeling was indescribable, though you could say it was a bit selfish of him to cum first, you'd think he deserved it, and—not to lie, you were getting off of this, too.

He let out a low groan as your pace quickened, beads of sweat smudging on his black stained eyes, he thrusted himself in and out of the "O" shape your hands had formed, though his cock was too thick that the "O" would form into a "C" every time he went through it. He shuddered, feeling his climax getting nearer and nearer,

"Fuck—I'm so fucking close—don't you dare stop—" he let out a breathy and low pitched moan every time, each pound of your hands on him getting wetter and wetter.

You grinned like the cheshire cat, your eyes low and heavy as you wait for him to reach his high, your balance on his thigh getting weaker as he shudders, his hands placed roughly on the sides of your hips, rocking you back and forth to force your hands further down his length.

You moved faster and faster, moving frantically at him, he lowered his head and mumbled into your hair, "Fuck, mmph—Jesus..—I'm gonna fucking cum." every word he pressed onto your head vibrated throughout your skull, his low and growly voice rang through your ears, his moans were melodious to you.

Your breathing was heavy, as he rode out the last of his climax on you, his thighs squeezed against your leg, shaking as he releases all the pent up anger he previously had on you.

He sighed loudly, drops of milky white fluid dripping over his cock, he picked it up from the slit of his dick, an airy whine leaving his lips.

The cloud in his mind was getting clearer bit by bit, although, the pleasure would never escape his mind, not ever.

He entered his coated fingers into your mouth, laced with his own cum, the saltiness lingered in your mouth, before he rammed his digits farther down your throat, causing you to whine and gag, he stabilized his breath for a minute or more.. but you couldn't tell how long it took, your mind was in a haze.

"Fuck, your turn." he cooed as his fingers slid out of your mouth, making you gasp for air in delight. He swiftly unbuttons your pants, sliding them down in a fast motion and throwing them to the ground, "You can worry about finding your clothes later."

He started by lifting your thigh up, gripping it like there was no tomorrow, "Leg. On my shoulder. Now." he commanded, sliding your panties off your legs as you willingly let his cock get a better view of your now unclothed cunt.

"I can't fucking—oh God!—" your sentence was cut abruptly by the thick and wet head of his cock entering the gateway of your soaked pussy, it wasn't fully in, yet you were beginning to go crazy. He moaned, the back of his hand pressed against his mouth, muffling the loud noise to prevent it from bouncing against the basement walls, "You fucking—" his moan reached his mouth faster than his words, "Shit—your pussy is so fucking tight!" he cursed.

Your lower body was completely naked, your head tilted enough just for you to be able to breathe properly, a sharp sensation enters you as he goes further down in your pussy, his huge size making it difficult for him to enter fully, "Sorry, sweetheart." he apologized, a grin evident in his tone.

You can feel his hands travel from your waist to your ass, cupping them for support so you don't fall and make him slip out of you.

Nothing could've prepared you for the moment he slips fully into you, causing to to babble and cry words that were pure gibberish, the sounds of him pounding against you harmonizing with your moans, "Oh my—fuck!—" every thrust he lets out on you sends a jolt of electricity up to your spine, you bring your hand to grab a fistful of his hair, making him push against you even more.

"Feels better than your hands." he breathily shakes, he goes in and out of you, grinding against you as you continue to lose yourself, your pussy sucked and groped his cock in.

You swallowed hard as your ass was clenched by his rough hands, low grunts escaping his mouth as you let out sweet little cries of pleasure, "Fuck!—Simon—That's it—Mmmfh!—" your tender voice was like a song composed and played out just for him. His ego growing bigger and bigger with every moan that escapes your lips.

You heave, struggling to breath. His movements grew frantic and impatient, your walls contracting on him, he enjoyed every single bit.

"Greedy fucking pussy." he commented, savoring every moment you were inside and outside of him, your sensitive cluster of nerves waiting for their release any time soon, he leaned further on you, forcing his breath to trail along your neck. You cried, nothing on your mind but pleasure.

Your blood roared in your ears, buzzing with every second you were thrusted on, both you and Ghost drowning in pleasure. You bit back a moan, trying not to erupt the whole world, the center of pleasure circulating all around you.

Your moans start getting louder as Simon starts to quicken up his pace, recognizing your incoming orgasm bundling up around the sensation of ravaging pleasure in him.

Your mind went into a cloud, accompanied by the sloppy noises that came along, you felt your whole soul go into an extraterrestrial world—another dimension, you cried and mumbled his name all over, soaking you all over him.

He pounded into you one last time, before you came within him, your fluids melting in themselves, he let out a breathy and hitched moan and pulled his cock out of you, pumping the last bits of his semen out of the head of his dick and slurring his words, taking his time to put a finger around your cunt and swirling it around gently, taking it up to his mouth and sucking on his own fingers, tasting all off your precious juices and humming to himself, "Pretty girl.. best thing I've ever fucking had."

Simon felt content with what happened between the two of you that night in the basement, and although he never dared speaking about it again.. But he wishes it would happen just one more time. Maybe, even two.

[kouchabu-archive]

Koisuru Scramble - Chapter 1

Writer: Nishioka Maiko Translation by: Sophie // Proofread by: Mirei

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

This story is fully voiced in-game! You should read while listening to it~

Episode 1: Scramble of Meetings

< Spring — during the time when Sakura trees aren't in full bloom yet. >

< From this day on, Koino Hajime is a second year student. >

< I styled my hair a little neater than usual. I also left my house earlier than usual. >

< And with a little hope in my heart, I wished that something special will happen today. >

< But unfortunately… >

< Now I have to run with all my might! >

Hajime: Huff… Ah… Hah… Oh no, I’m gonna be really late!

Hah… Okay, 8:20am. Thank God. I think I can make it just in time!

(How come I dropped my favorite keychain today of all days?)

(I just had to run back for it. So much for leaving the house early.)

(At least I was lucky enough that someone surrendered it to the lost and found.)

(Ugh. I’m sure my face’s just super sweaty now. Don’t even mention how unruly my hair became! It took me forever to do this…)

(But I have to make a run for it, so I guess it’s fine! I can’t afford to be late on the first day of school after spring break.)

(It’s not like I have such high expectations… but well, I finally got into a new class, and I started to feel more comfortable in this uniform.)

(I just kind of wish that today would be special~ Like, maybe I’ll have some sort of a fateful meeting with my fated one, or something~)

(But of course, that’s just nothing but a far-fetched dream, huh…)

(Is this divine punishment for having just a little bit of hopes and dreams? Even so, do I really have to be this unlucky? Dear God, that’s just unfair! Stupid!)

...Oh, there it is! Yumenosaki’s famous six-way intersection! Just a little bit more and I’ll finally get to school!

(I've always thought about it, but… this is such a strange way to construct a road. Well, I guess that’s exactly where it got its fame.)

(But this road is just full of blind spots. I can never ever get used to it.)

Uwah–?!

Augh… Ow, ow, ow… My butt hurts. I really just had to hit the pavement that hard, huh? What's with my luck today…

Eiki: I’m sorry for bumping into you. Are you alright?

Hajime: Ah, I’m sorry, too! Thanks for aski—”

(Waahh… What a beautiful person. And he’s wearing our school unifor— wait. Huh?)

Eiki ‧ Miki: ….....

Konatsu ‧ Mahiro: ….....

Hajime: (Huh? Four guys are suddenly reaching to help me up?!)

(U-Um… W-Whose hand should I take?)

< And wait… aren’t these guys… >

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Airi: And then? What happened?

Hajime: Hm? What do you mean 'what happened', Airi?”

Airi: I mean, weren’t there four guys who reached out for your hand? Who did you end up choosing?

Hajime: ...Well, I just can’t decide whose hand to take so I just stood by myself, bowed down and apologized, and just went my merry way.

Airi: Eh~~ Why'd you do that? You just wasted a lifetime opportunity!

Hajime: A li—lifetime opportunity? You’re always exaggerating things…

Airi: I mean, that’s what it is! You bumped into those guys, right? This school’s very famous—

< That’s right. Those guys are the four most handsome boys who are fawned over in this very school. >

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[ The Academy’s handsome prince who brims with the utmost elegance: Nakaouji Eiki. ]

[ The guy who has a gentle heart beneath his cool aura: Kurose Miki. ]

[ The lady killer senior who embodies eternal youth: Asuma Mahiro. ]

[ The cute junior who possesses both devilish and angelic charm: Nekomura Konatsu. ]

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Airi: They're like the celebrities ever! You got super duper lucky! You could’ve at least bragged about it on Enstagram.

Hajime: I don’t really have to, though?

Airi: Gosh, don’t be so boring!

Didn’t you hear that even students from other schools would go out of their ways just to see even a strand of their hair? They’re that famous! Real celebs, y'know?

Hajime: Even so, that’s completely unrelated to me~

What happened earlier is just pure chance — a one-time miraculous coincidence. There’s no way we’ll have anything to do with each other after that.

Airi: Hey, it might be your fateful meeting with your fated one!

Hajime: No way. Even I know that there’s no way that’s going to happen.

Airi: Eh~~ Why are you giving up just like that? Don’t let your dreams be just dreams! Come on, don’t be boring~

Hajime: You’re just saying that because you find it entertaining, right?

Enough with all that. We’re up to order next, you know? Did you decide what to get yet?

Airi: Gosh, not at all! What should I get… Hm…

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Airi: Hm~ Is there still space for us here?

Hajime: Oh, there's one over there! And just perfect, it has two seats! Let’s go, Airi.

Thank God~ I stroke gold—

Eiki: Hello there. We met this morning, right? Did you have any problems or injuries after that?

Hajime: .........

Hajime: N-Nakaouji-kun?!

Airi: Ah, Hajime, careful! If you move too much in that small space, you’ll bump into the person behind y—

Ah, there she goes.

Miki: That hurts.

Hajime: Waaah?! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you! I was just surpris—

Wait, Kurose-kun?! W-Wah, yet another one from earlier! I-I’m sorry!

Konatsu: Hm? It looks so lively out there. What’s up?

Konatsu: …Oh? That girl who’s bowing her head down in the middle of all the fuss… Isn’t she from this morning’s…

Mahiro: Haha~ So everyone, should we go have some fun on our way home?

—Hm? Ah, sorry, ladies. There’s some sort of fuss over there…

Ah~ If it isn’t that cutie from earlier.

Mahiro: Hm? Haha~ You’re all cuties in your own rights too~ Come on, wipe off those scary looks on your pretty faces.

Hajime: I’m really sorry!

< I thought that there’s no way we’ll have anything to do with each other after that. >

< I thought that it’s nothing but a once-in-a-lifetime miracle. >

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[konfizry]

Barring a few exceptions, all of Rinwell's books show the same two pages when she opens them. One such exception is Oblivion Ring, which if you look closely, you might notice has the two pages, but upside down. Below is a closeup on it with heightened contrast for your convenience. Feel free to compare it to the other books at you leisure. (notice the winged seal at the bottom of the right-hand page? you'll find it at the top of the left-hand pages of the other books, with the larger wings pointing up instead of down)

Interestingly enough, the details of Oblivion Ring featured in the art book show its pages depicted the same as the other books, suggesting that this might be an actual error where the texture for this one book got flipped in mysterious circumstances. (either that or Rinwell is holding it upside down, not that I would blame her given how all over the place Oblivion Ring is)

Oblivion Ring in the bottom right corner, along with the textures from a couple other books for comparison, as shown in the artbook. Now for the books that actually display something different. There's 3 sets of 2, corresponding to the six books that can be obtained via beating challenges that were included in the free Special Training Grounds DLC.

First are the Avian Tomes A and B, meant to accompany Rinwell's Demonic Stole costumes (not pictured), with the vertical text and stylized owls and trees.

Then you have Waterproof Notebooks A and B which go great with her Rapscallion Swimsuits (not pictured) and give off a cutesy bullet journal vibe once opened.

Finally, Birds of Dahna Handbook A and Creatures of Dahna B that harmonize perfectly with Rinwell's Owl Uniforms (pictured: Owl Unifor B with Pigtail Beret C (does not include a beret)). Blocks of text along with an illustration of either a bird or a rappig can be seen, as well as a map that takes up most of the left-hand page and (assumedly) informs the reader about the distribution of Dahnan animals. The map itself corresponds to Dahna's western continent, as seen in the beginning intro of the game. Compare:

One last thing of interest (to me) is that it seems most of the books are meant to be read from left to right, but there are a couple exceptions:

(graphic design is my passion) Indeed, when viewed open and from the back, the vast majority of her books have what seems to be the front cover on the right, meaning the spine would be on the left if one were to look at them closed, with the front cover on top. The only two books I could find that had the front cover on the left when viewed from the back were Birds of Dahna Handbook and Creatures of Dahna. This configuration seems to imply that the "modern AU" (so to speak) books read from right to left. Finally, there seems to be three books with perfectly symmetrical covers: Secret of the Stars, Artes of the Cosmos (not picutred; is a palette swap of Secret of the Stars) and Book of Owl Wisdom. Interestingly enough, Secret of the Stars and Book of Owl wisdom are respectively implied and stated to be heirlooms of Rinwell's mage clan, in their description. The symmetrical look may thus be intentional, leaving the question of whether Rinwell's clan read from left to right or right to left unanswered on purpose, for extra mystery. NB: 1. You could argue that Oblivion Ring's cover is ambiguous as well, but if you look real hard, I think you'll find that that the right part has more going on than the left part, so I think it belongs in left-to-right like the others. 2. Not all of Rinwell's books are included on the pictures of this post but I think I got a sample that was representative enough. (i know, i know, Records of the Fallen should have been in there, it has black pages with white ink, it looks so cool yadi yadi yada well if you really wanna see it just open your own Tales of Arise go look at it im not stopping you) 3. There is no Birds of Dahna Handbook B, just like there is not Creatures of Dahna A. A and B make sense with the other sets since they're books with identical titles, but since these two have different titles, they should hace ditched the A and B to avoid any confusion, idk what happened here.

[authorautumnbanks]

Accidentally Dating (9)

Summary: A series of accidental dates and meetings between Kagome and Satoru over the years.

Pairing: KagomexGojo

Series Master list

Satoru huffs as he walks behind Suguru. This mission honestly should have been given to the second years.

It's so boring. A waste of time in his opinion for him and Suguru to be assigned to this. They are the strongest! Shouldn't they be doing cooler missions? Something worth some effort? So, what if he and Suguru are only first years? They're stronger than the second years and the third years combined.

Even InuYasha is stronger than the second years.

"Stop pouting," Suguru says, "The faster you take this seriously, the faster we get this done." Suguru huffs as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"Tch. Whatever." He rolls his eyes and then comes to a stop. Wait a damn minute. That feels like Kagome. She never said she was gonna be back today. Did she come back and not tell him?

The audacity. She knows he needs to know when she comes back home from the past. He doesn't care what hour it is. He doesn't care if he's on a mission or not; he wants to be the first person to know when she is back.

And she didn't even send him a text message.

The. Audacity.

"What's wrong?" Suguru walks over to him and then looks over at the girls running track. "Seriously?" He sighs. "We aren't here to pick up girls. We have a mission to do."

"GOME-CHAN!" Satoru calls, smirking when she nearly falls over. Kagome glares and jogs over to him.

He blinks. Have her legs always been that long? And what kind of outfit is that? She may as well be wearing underwear. And why is her hair up in a high ponytail? She's showing everyone how elegant her nape is. Where is the decency? Doesn't she realize she's surrounded by a bunch of horny teenagers? She can't be walking around like that.

Satoru bites his tongue. He outta tell Dad and Mom about this.

"Satoru? What are you doing here?" She crosses her arms. Her high ponytail and bangs are a combo he didn't know he needed, though she should only wear that around him.

Wait. He gives himself a mental shake. Now is not the time.

"Investigating. You didn't call me." He pokes out his bottom lip and wobbles it just for show. She should be more considerate of his feelings. "Or text me."

"It was so early when I got in." Kagome shrugs.

"So?" What does she mean by it was so early? He doesn't care how early or late it is. He wants to know when she is back. "I don't care what time it is. You could have called me. I would have stopped by."

"Um, hi?" Suguru says, giving Satoru a look that says they will talk later.

"Hi! I'm Higurashi Kagome. Satoru and I go way back." Kagome smiles at Suguru.

"Gojo," Satoru huffs. Is she still introducing herself as Higurashi? Even Mom jokingly calls herself Gojo here and there. Sota still calls himself Higurashi only to carry on the legacy.

"She knows who you are." Suguru shakes his head. "Geto Suguru."

"No, her name is Gojo Kagome. Last I checked, we never got divorced."

"We never got married either."

"I'm not the one holding up the ceremony."

"You never even asked."

"Ask? I said —"

"Stop!" Suguru interrupts, pressing a hand to his temple. "I missed some milestones. Wife? How do you have a wife when you are only 15?"

"I'm not his wife," Kagome says, shaking her head.

"You said you were."

"We were like 11."

"So, you admit it."

"Toru," she warns.

"Where's the rest of your outfit?" He motions with his hand. How long has she been running around in that getup? Is that why she didn't want to tell him she was back? She must have known she'd be wearing this today. Satoru frowns. Is it another guy?

Nah. Kagome wouldn't see another guy. She has him.

She glances down and frowns. "This is the gym uniform."

Uniform? That is not a uniform. His outfit? Yes. Her outfit? Absolutely not.

"Where's the principal? I need to talk to em."

Suguru grips his shoulder. "We have things to do, Satoru."

"Ehhh, nothing is more important than Kagome, and that is not a uniform. Look at those boys ogling her," Satoru rants, and then pauses. He presses his face close to Suguru. "And where are your eyes looking?" His temple throbs. Has Suguru been checking Kagome out this whole time? He glares. Suguru isn't fooling him. Kagome is his type.

Suguru better not be getting ideas. He saw that smile Suguru flashed at Kagome.

"I'm the only one focused on the mission!" Suguru huffs and pushes against Satoru's chest. "Did you forget why we came here?"

"Tch." Satoru directs his attention back to Kagome.

"Kagome!" some girls yell, running over to her. Satoru inhales. Why are they coming over here? Can't they see that he and Kagome are having a conversation?

"Whoa!" a girl with short black hair exclaims. "Are you new here?" She leans forward and Satoru grimaces. Why is she so close to him? "I'm Eri," she chirps. "I can show you around if you want."

"Uh Eri," another girl says. "I think these are Kagome's friends?"

Kagome sighs. "This is Satoru and Suguru. This is Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi."

"Oohh, so these are your friends, then Kagome?" Eri asks, trying to wrap her arms around Satoru, but he sidesteps her and twists his lips back.

"I'm her husband," Satoru deadpans, throwing an arm around Kagome's shoulders. "Can't you show us around? We'd hate to get lost here."

Suguru smacks his face and groans.

Eri pouts while the other two girls scratch their faces.

"Fine," Kagome sighs. "Girls, I'll catch up with you before the next period." Kagome waves goodbye to the girls and leads them inside the school. "So, why are you here?"

"Mission. You felt anything weird around here?" Satoru tips his sunglasses down and looks around the perimeter. There are some curses here, but they seem to be hiding. Maybe because he and Suguru are here, but most likely because Kagome is here.

"Wait... does she know?" Suguru asks.

"Of course she knows. Kagome is my wife." Satoru shakes his head. What is with Suguru? He doesn't normally need so much hand-holding. "But she isn't a sorcerer, and I don't want her to be."

"I'd rather not attend Jujutsu High," Kagome quips. "I've got enough on my plate without having to worry about missions on top of studying."

Satoru nods. Plus, she's still collecting shards in the past. Not that Suguru knows that. No one outside of the family knows that.

"I have so many questions, but I will wait until after we are done. Has anyone gone missing around here? Someone not showing up to classes that normally does?" Suguru crosses his arms and stares at Kagome, waiting for an answer.

Kagome blinks.

Satoru sighs. Kagome wouldn't know that. Hell, she fits the description of a student that doesn't show up half the time.

"Never mind that," Satoru cuts in. "Feel anything off?"

Kagome taps a finger to her lips. "Now that you mention it, Hojo-kun was being weird."

Hojo... kun?

"But I don't think that has anything to do with why you two are here. There are some curses that like to hang out in the music room, but they're mostly flyheads and don't do too much. They just watch." She shrugs. "If there is anything else going on, then it's probably not the school itself."

Suguru sighs.

Satoru rolls his eyes. Why is she coming this way? He tightens his hold on Kagome and makes a point of looking away from Eri.

"Kagome!" Eri yells. "Sorry for bothering you. Would you be able to help Hojo-kun out? He's back by the field."

"Uhh..."

"Thanks so much!" Eri reaches for Kagome's hand and pulls her into a hug. "He's by the field, right next to the equipment. I can show Satoru around." Eri beams, and Satoru swallows the disgust down. He doesn't need anyone to show him around. It's a school, not a maze.

"Well okay," Kagome says. "Satoru, be nice."

"I'm always nice."

Suguru snorts. Satoru flips him off. He is a nice guy. He hasn't told Eri off yet. And he had that dog house built for InuYasha. He's very nice.

"Eri, was it?" Suguru asks, after Kagome heads back out of the school. "Do you know of anyone that's missed a lot of classes lately? The principal asked us to investigate."

"The principal did?" Eri hums. "Kagome misses a lot of classes because of her diseases." Eri glances at Satoru and then looks away. "But other than that... well, there is one other person who hasn't been around much. He had an outburst in class the last time he showed up, and it was freaky. The room started shaking, but there was no record of an earthquake that day."

"Oh? What's his name?" Suguru smiles.

Eri glances at Satoru again, who angles his body away from her. Why is she looking at him? What a creep.

"So, you're Kagome and Sota's brother?" Eri asks, ignoring Suguru.

"Kagome is my wife, and Sota is my brother-in-law." Satoru rolls his tongue over the top of his teeth. He's getting antsy. First, she asks if he and Suguru are Kagome's friends and now she's asking if he is their brother. So, she knows of him but is downplaying his and Kagome's relationship.

He didn't come here for this.

Eri laughs. "That's so cute, but Kagome doesn't need an overprotective brother. Trust me. I have one and it's caused quite the strain in our relationship."

Satoru's eyes twitch. Is she hard of hearing? "Suguru, come on. We're wasting time." He turns right as Eri tries to latch on to him.

"That was weird," she mutters. "Well, anyway, I can show where his locker is. Kato-san's locker. There's a rumor going around that he's cursed, but I think that's silly. It was just a weird coincidence. I wish people weren't so mean," Eri sighs. "Everyone deserves a chance." She bats her eyelashes and Satoru wants to hurl.

How could Kagome just up and abandon him like that to help some guy out? Kagome is far too nice.

"Thank you, Eri," Suguru says, shooting him a look. "We're just worried about him, is all."

Eri leads them to the locker and stands there. Satoru sucks in a breath and tries not to sigh. Can she just go? How are they going to break into the locker if she's standing there? Satoru glances at Suguru, who nods.

Yeah, they're gonna have to come back tonight. This isn't working.

"Oh!" Suguru exclaims. "We're nearly late, Satoru. We need to get going."

Satoru snaps his fingers. "Right! Let me say goodbye to Kagome and then we should be good to go." He runs out of the building, leaving Suguru and Eri behind.

He can't take it anymore.

Why is that woman so clingy?

Kami, she is worse than the women in the other clans. For whatever reason, they or maybe their fathers seem to think that with enough money, his marriage with Kagome won't go through. Father should shut it down completely.

It's annoying. He doesn't want anyone else, and he will not change his mind.

"Kagome!" he yells, skidding to a stop next to her. Kagome coughs at the dust he kicked up in his haste to make it over to her.

"I'm right here. Why are you yelling?" she grumbles.

"I'm coming back tonight. We can't get any answers with that girl around."

"You mean Eri?" Kagome blows out a breath. "She just has a crush on you."

He gags. "Do you want me to walk you home?"

"If you aren't doing your mission now, shouldn't you be at school then?"

"Got it. I'll meet you at the gates when you get out." He leans forward and kisses her forehead. Kagome flushes and slaps her hands to the spot he just kissed.

"Seriously?" she shrieks.

His heart beats faster. There's a pink hue to her cheeks. Is she blushing? Satoru grabs his jacket, right over his heart. What is this feeling?

"Satoru?"

"I'm fine," he says quickly. "I'll uh... see you later today." He backs away and trips over Suguru.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Suguru groans, pushing him off. "You've been out of it since we got here."

"I'm fine!" Satoru points to himself. "Just fine."

"You don't seem fine," Kagome comments.

"No, he doesn't. Perhaps he's the one that's been cursed."

"Shove it," Satoru says. "I'm fine. Kagome's fine. Everybody is fine."

Kagome frowns and looks past him. "Eri doesn't look fine."

What?

Satoru looks over his shoulder. Ugh. That chick is persistent. He waves at Kagome. "See you later!" He dashes away with Suguru hot on his heels. The faster he gets away from that Eri, the better. Kami, help him if she waits at the gates with Kagome.

"Satoru," Suguru calls, huffing. "Seriously, who was that?"

Satoru smirks. "My wife."

And Suguru better not forget it.

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A/N: Had a dream that Satoru came back but he didn't come back the same. Like Shoko had to give him an order because he was so out of it. Kind of like how Meliodas gets in seven deadly sins whenever he comes back from the dead. I think it's a sign that Satoru needs to come back in How To Tame lol.

And I have a question...why am I being drafted to fight Sukuna? Gege hasn't run out of characters lol. I wouldn't even try to fight Sukuna, I'd rather have a cook off against Uruame and take their spot instead. I know my strengths and fighting is not one of them lol.

"Will InuYasha have a friendship with Suguru?" - I think so and it'll be nice to see a different dynamic between them. If anything Suguru's calmness may remind InuYasha of Miroku.

"What do the others think of InuYasha?" - At first they thought he was a cosplayer, but Ito had to hose him down one time and realized that he was in fact not a cosplayer. To anyone else, InuYasha is similar to Panda. But those closest made a binding vow and know that he's a demon.

"Will InuYasha call them mom and dad?" - He'll call Mama H mom, but Papa G is still old man.

"Is Ryu in the story?" - He might make an appearance.

"Was someone trying to get rid of Syouma?" - Nah, it was a mistake on their end. Curses are getting stronger and Jujutsu society isn't keeping up. We'll see this come up later.

"Is InuYasha from the Kamo clan?" - I didn't even think about that...but now I can see the Kamo clan and the Zenin clan having beef with the Gojo clan for taking away prized clan members.

Side note, I had to go back and make Satoru and Suguru first years here because I started on the next chapter and the timing wouldn't have worked otherwise. Hope you're ready for stalker Eri lmao.

Hope you are having an awesome week. Take care of yourself. Get out and get some sun if you can. Take your vitamins and drink your water. Next update will be One night. It might come out on Saturday, just depends on how busy I get.

[youngsuitedboi]

Schoolboy´s big day - Part 2

It was time to go back home. Boy changed back into his long black trousers, put his jacket on and decided against taking a bus home. No, this cheeky little boy secretly must have enjoyed this as he decided to walk home. It took about 20 minutes and boy passed so many people on the pavements, so many cars and busses full of people passed him. Cars were giving boy way on the crossings so people definitely noticed him. Boy lives in a country where there have never been school uniforms so people might not connect two and two together, but seeing someone boy´s age (boy is 25 but can look like 16 on a good day) in a matching blazer and tie-they must have been asking some questions. Boy saw their looks, but he stopped caring. It is true, we are often just scared of something we never tied before and once we give it a try, it is not that bad. Would boy wear his shorts and knee-high socks on the streets? Probably not, he is not there yet. But maybe in a different city or country? 

Bboy arrived home. More tasks were awaiting him. Firstly, boy was to listen to Master´s files for 30 minutes. Those were hypno files and boy completely does off. Boy does not know what they were about but supposedly, that is good with hypno? Boy does not know, he is new to it. 

Another task, this time boy was to strip naked. So he did. He neatly folded his uniform and put it on his wooden chair. Boy owns a proper comfy chair, yes, but when boy is in his uniform, he cannot use it. He is only allowed to use a wooden chair while maintaining proper posture and his feet are at a 90-degree angle. This is a real fantasy come true. What would boy say 5 years ago when he was reading Tumblr stories about this (especially one called “Life with Sir” by traditionaltutor) Now, boy is living this. 

Boy then put his chain collar with a large padlock on and had to spank himself 10 times with his paddle. Boy knows his Sir enjoys it when boy paddles himself properly and harshly so boy was really using force today. This was the heavies spanking boy gave himself to the date. But boy felt satisfied, he knew Sir would enjoy the footage from the camera He installed in the boy´s room. After the spanking, boy had to listen to 3 chastity files his Sir recorded. Every file had to be played twice. In total, boy spent approximately 30 minutes standing, facing his wardrobe, naked only wearing his hood which had him blindfolded. 

Anal training was another task. Boy only started to stretch about 2 weeks ago but can now proudly easily take an average-sized dildo. Good progress. It was needed as then this boy was instructed to put his vibrating Hush plug up his ass. While still naked and hooded, he was now forbidden to use any furniture for an hour. The but plug was turned on for an hour of random vibrations and boy spent an hour, listening to Sir´s files while on the floor, not being able to do anything else as he could not see anything. 

It felt strange. Boy was not doing anything for an hour but it felt like boy was busy. Boy was serving, fulfilling a task from a Superior man and so for this boy, he felt he had a purpose. Funny how not being used, and not being able to do anything can be so hot. 

That hour passed very quickly actually. Time flies when you are having fun. When the task was finished, boy removed the plus and got dressed in his uniform again. Finally. Boy hates every moment when he cannot wear it. Boy feels sad when home alone and not wearing his uniform. But now he was back in it and boy felt safe, boy felt free. Funny, as he was very owned and so far, he spent the whole day fulfilling tasks that someone else gave him. Boy´s free time was dedicated to service and pleasure of someone else. 

But it was time for boy to get his reward, too! It is important to keep this boy horny so the last task of the day was to edge. Boy had no permission to unlock. All he could do was to use the vibrating wand on his cage. While being hooded and still in his uniform, listening to Sir´s voice once again. Boy is not allowed to edge, stroke or cum if not wearing his uniform or a suit. Doing such activity in casual clothing or naked is forbidden. It is not a strict rule but boy knows it feels 100 times better to edge, stroke and cum properly dressed so why would he try something else? 

Boy edged for 30 minutes and he managed to get himself to the edge 26 times. Boy is now so horny. This is day 13 since the last time boy came and edging did not help. 

Boy is so happy, satisfied and eager to please even more! He wants more days like this. He cannot wait to live on his own, to buy a single bed appropriate for boys like this one. This day will be memorable! This is the life this boy wants to live! Serving others!  

[onwesterlywinds]

PROMPT #3: Tempest

Some deep and instinctual part of her had expected a tempest, but at least this sight would be the last one to fill her eyes in this life. A follow-up to Prompt #3, Scale, from #FFXIVWrite 2021. Content warning for implied suicide.

The annals would make note that the hurricane over the southern seas had delayed Emperor Xande's arrival to the Meracydian front. Official imperial records aside, the news of this temporary forestallment somehow traveled to all corners of the great Allagan army in record time, bearing with it the sobering reminder that not even the greatest ruler the star had ever seen was exempt from the whims of nature. Any other man might have been expected to wait for a few days, perhaps in the comfort of an estate; instead, the emperor stood at his flagship's top deck for the better part of a week without rest, grinding his teeth as the storm's static knocked out instruments, scrambled readings, or battered the hull with lightning. All the while, he retained his unerring focus on the coast to the south, heeding not even the whispers of his chief technologist.

But the emperor did not lead his troops to the site of his most recent victory over the dragons, outside of commanding a small contingent of elite fighters and their pacted voidsent to proceed deeper into the heart of the mainland. He marched with his retinue up and along a coastal road, paying no heed to the Meracydian smallfolk cowering from the ruins of their burned villages. More than once, he instructed his soldiers to cut through whole forests of dense underbrush, the better to follow the coast by quitting the main road outright.

At last, at sunset on the fifth day of such travel, the emperor's party emerged into a small clearing that gave way to a cabin and then a cliff. The sound and smell of the ocean's rush was close at hand, closer now than at any point throughout their strange journey.

Inside the cabin, the hearth sat cold, the home in disarray - not the mindless destruction of looting, but the cumulative work of neglect and inaction. A thick layer of dust covered the shrine to the Goddess, a selection of fruits had given way to purple and white mold, and a faint crack in one of the windows permitted a thin, wispy whistle of wind from without.

Perhaps the only detail given any deliberate care or intentionality within the entire cabin was the corpse of the woman in the rocking chair, and the accoutrements she had been bestowed: a faded Meracydian uniform tucked into her lap, the knife in her hand, and the heavy stain of blood covering it all. The woman's corpse was already flyblown, decomposed to the extent of appearing tortured, though Xande knew intimately that such observations had no bearing on the deceased's peace or lack thereof.

Amon met him outside, at the very edge of the cliff and the bygone fate that awaited him below. The second corpse would scarcely have reached half the size of his hypertuned body; exposed to the elements in death, she was smaller still.

And Xande II could see, in the blood that yet covered her own arms up to the elbows, that the storm had not landed this far to the east. If it had, the tides would surely have dislodged her body from the merciless shallows, or else brought forth the rain to clean her for her eventual burial at sea.

"Come, try to remember," the mage invited him. "You have witnessed such a sight before - have you not, my lord? Wherever, whenever could it have been?"

If he had, such memories would have been the province of his predecessor. Certainly the mage knew this as well as he.

Xande raised his great, clenched fist, and the broken girl's red hair rippled in the gusting wind as he summoned his companion from the void. The Cloud of Darkness emerged so fluidly from the sudden dark rend in the sun-shot sky that half his own retinue screamed. The deity needed no instruction, no guidance for what followed: they inhaled and drew the cabin into them - from the dead woman and the uniform she carried, to the fragments of Sophia's altar, down to the house's aged foundations and the stone well beyond it. It was over in mere seconds, with only a patch of barren earth to demonstrate that a family had ever eked a home from the remote cliffside.

The Cloud of Darkness disappeared, then reemerged over Xande's shoulder in a blink. As they made to absorb the body far below them, the emperor lifted his hand again, and their connection to the world from the void was severed.

Amon merely chuckled beside him, and his mirth gave way to outright laughter as they left the girl to decompose - as they began their long trek back to the Meracydian front in earnest.

[mariacallous]

On the evening of October 29, a crowd of rioters stormed the Makhachkala airport and runway after a flight landed from Tel Aviv. Rioters waved Palestinian flags and chanted anti-Semitic slogans. One of the flight’s passengers told Mediazona what they saw. While the passenger gave her statement under anonymity, the outlet says they have the airline tickets and documents confirming her identity. With the permission of Mediazona, Meduza is publishing a translation of the text.

My family and I got a flight to Moscow via Makhachkala one week before departure, since we had a family emergency. It was cheaper to fly through Makhachkala and the layover was shorter. We heard the news on the way to the airport.

Before departure, while waiting to board, they reported that there was a malfunction, which caused a delay. Airline workers asked whether we have Israeli citizenship, and said that we’re flying partially at our own risk. I’m not sure what their exact words were. The flight was a bit delayed because of that. The plane was half empty.

We arrived [in Makhachkala] without any problems and got through the jet bridge without any issues. A guard was waiting [there]. Airport security was divided into people in uniform and those who you wouldn’t call anything else other than “looking like civilians.”

[They] waited to escort us separately, the situation was getting heated right in front of our eyes. At first, they wanted to take us through a “green corridor.” But there wasn’t enough time. Literally one woman went through the metal detector and X-ray, and they sent everyone outside to the bus.

There were around 20 of us, a few under 30 [people], no more. Many families. Just like the official sources say, there was a child on a ventilator.

The bus was very chaotic, all of us with our suitcases, children. It took a long time for the driver to be able to close the backdoor. It’s not clear whether he could see or not, whether he was afraid everyone was on board or not, but they were yelling loudly for that door to be closed.

He was initially taking us to a plane going to Moscow, but as we drove, a crowd ran after us. We drove for quite a while, but the people didn’t get tired and were running behind our bus. They ran with the Palestinian flag, yelling, “Brothers, brothers!”

People on the bus yelled out to them that we’re Russian, showing our red passports, yelling which cities we’re from: Ufa, Yekaterinburg, Perm, Moscow. Almost everyone was Russian, but many had dual passports. There was one person from Israel who didn’t speak much Russian.

At one point, the bus stopped and they surrounded us. They threw rocks and broke the glass. They were banging on the windows. It was very, very scary. I didn’t see everything since I was sitting in the aisle, and not by the windows. We covered part of the windows with dark curtains.

It felt [like] an eternity, and people outside didn’t listen to what was being said to them. They heard, but they were ignoring it. It was very scary.

At some point, a fire truck was following us. There was no police in sight, but the fire truck came. As if it was preparing in case we would need to be extinguished. [It was all] a bit of a blur. I sent my friends and partner voice messages telling them how much I loved them.

Then they took us to a VIP lounge in the airport. It was more like a two-story VIP building. For a while, they tried to divide us into groups: people going to Makhachkala and people going to other cities.

Somehow, the people in Makhachkala were mixed in with the crowd, and they managed to escape. At least that’s what I heard one of the people responsible for our security say. Out of those who were with us, almost no one was in uniform.

At first, they hoped that those going to Moscow would be able to get on the plane, while others would be given accommodation in the city while they wait. They ushered us to the second floor, we sat hiding from the windows. I couldn’t see how many people were downstairs protecting us, since we were above them.

The crowd was behind a fence — as those who saw it say. We sat there for a very long time. They made a list of everyone there. They photographed our passports. At one point, a group from the crowd was allowed to come to us. [State Duma deputy] Khizri Abakarov, who acted as a negotiator, went up to our floor with this group, with an assistant, I think. Three or four people, no more. They were shown passports and residence permits. They did not reach us on the second floor.

There were many siloviki [security officials] in front of us before we left for the helicopter, but I wouldn’t be able to say when they appeared in the building. At the moment the group of locals came up to us, there was no security. None at all.

[Then], they gave [us] something to drink, eat.

Much later they said, “Helicopter.” They separated us from the luggage, [saying that the luggage] “will come later.” They put everyone on the first bus, told us to duck down, and one of the women said she was told not to take pictures. I didn’t take pictures, but I saw a huge crowd.

The bus driver was again unable to close the middle door. I don’t know what’s up with them. This is where there were sounds of guns and automatic [weapons]. I think it was the security and military [personnel] ensuring that our bus could reach the helicopter. We were loaded into it like sardines. That’s how we got to the military base near Makhachkala.

At the military base, we were told to turn off our phones, and then they took them all away. They gave us a sheet, pillowcase, and rooms for two. Water and rations, which are a separate story altogether. The rooms, too. What can you do, [it’s a] military base.

Those who could, went to sleep. Wake-up call at 6:30 a.m., cold pizza for breakfast. They gave us back our phones, but they said not to take them out of the makeshift envelopes. They put us on two helicopters, 15 people each, so that the luggage would fit, and we flew together to Mineralnye Vody.

In Mineralnye Vody, there was a strange understanding of the situation at the helicopter area of the airfield. As if, despite the lists, endless photos, and almost half a day that had passed since the situation at the airport began, they didn’t realize that we weren’t going to Mineralnye Vody and we needed to go home. Reissuing the tickets took time, and we were pressed for time with our family [situation].

We quickly got tickets on our own, the earliest Aeroflot flight. Since we were the most urgent, they put us into a minibus and drove us to the departures hall and registered us. We sat in the VIP lounge. Almost everyone else us joined us after. We were waiting for the same flight as them.

[saint-commander]

TWST Plastic Soldiers: New day, fresh Plastic :Part 1

The day started like any other for normal people but not the people of attidia(The attic) for they woke to see two humans checking out their home before they shook hands and left... people of the attic that have not seen a human for over 4 and half decades, all felt scarier than afraid for their family safety and each other, but not their army. They felt happy or hopeful that a human came back to their land since the last three passed away a long time ago. They hope humans don't mind if a few things go missing, right?

The Night Raven military is one of two militaries that have to use old weapons, uniforms, and barely working vehicles from 20 or 30 years of age. The Royal Sword military is the other military but they start updating the old weapons, gears, and vehicles

Most of the soldiers and civilians are from the new generation, so they don't know what a human is and didn't know the blot-infected wild life that roams the house. Their main mission is to clear any area of the house of blot-infected wild life before and during the time when the human finally moves in, and live among them even if they need to keep the human in the dark about them...

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"Man, I can't believe the stories of giant non-plastic beings are real... how many colors do they come in?"

"Ace! I... I... don't know... maybe we can ask General Crewel or General Crowley when we get off duty."

The two different plastic color men talk to each as they walk to and past many other grandaunts from training. The military didn't have this many new recruits, so General Crowley planned a big party... for the soldiers of course and not having more soldiers than royal swords, don't be silly...

Ace Trappola a reddish orange skin with orange red hair. His outfit is a light gray like suit made of spider silk and spider leather shoes. The second young man is Deuce spade, a navy blue with royal blue hair. He is wearing a gray shirt of silk, thin wool pants and spider leather shoes.

"Should we change into our uniform?"

Deuce look around as they past other graduating soldier and see somewhat uniform they're wearing and see few change into the uniform.

"Last I check they ran out of silk for the uniform that we be wearing, so that put up a note on every notice board we may show up in any unifor-" "WHAT ARE YOU TWO WEARING!?"

This yell catches them off guard as they jump forward and spin to face the person who was yelling at them as they hit the wall with they're back. A short bright red like a rose or a tomato man standing with his military uniform and cadet cap.

"Why are you two out of uniform?"

"We thought that they... ran out of uniform..."

"Well, you two are in luck we got new uniforms, so please get them."

The two speed walk past the angry soldier as some walk up behind him. Riddle Roseheart a soldier that is climbing ranks fast that most of the other soldier at his former training base.

"Riddle, we just got the uniform like an hour ago."

"Still, they must be in the right uniform or there will be chaos and madness in the army rank and file, trey..."

"Oh hey! you guys look good in the uniform they give us." 

The Lime green man with dark green hair whose name is Trey Clover and Riddle Turn to see their friend Cater Diamond who has Bright orange skin with dark orange, his uniform is a bit messy but still all there.

"Let's take a photo together before we get sent to a different company."

"Sure..."

Trey shot a smirk at riddle as he know cater WILL irritate riddle the whole time during 

"If that gets you two to follow protocols and rules then... I will take a photo with you two." 

Riddle stand in the middle, Trey to his right and cater walk up to someone ask if they can take a photo of the three of them together, when they say yes to his requires, he hand they his camera. he walk back and spin to face the camera as stand to Riddle left and throw up a peace sign, tile his head over Riddle. Riddle smiles a little bit as Trey tilts his head over cater and smiles toward the camera.

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(I will add many parts to this but it will take time for me to write and re-read again, so thank you for reading this odd and maybe stupid idea of AU(also I may make some mistake when I type out this out, so if I do please point it out, so I can fix it.) and have a great rest of your morning, afternoon, or night.)

[viperwhispered]

So, uh, I saw this Jamil dakimakura on Etsy and I might be slightly tempted.