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mechaseraph · 3 months ago
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Whatever. Throws more WRed at you
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frida--y · 10 months ago
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racles....
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linagram · 1 year ago
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To each of the prisoners: Define love.
To each of the guards: Define justice.
OH THIS ONE IS INTERESTING...
Akio: Do I have to answer this.. Why would you ask me that anyway? Is this because of the answer I gave during my second interrogation?.. Fine. I think love is.. Always staying by your lover's side. Never leaving them. Never betraying them. Always being honest with them. Being so loyal to them, you could die for them. Um.. Haha, so he never did any of those things..
Aimi: Hmm, I've never had a significant other, so it's hard to say, haha.. Well, I think love is when you two feel safe around each other! It's when you can trust your partner with anything and know that they won't break their promise and they won't leave you no matter what you do. And no matter what, they will never judge you. Ah, I think you can say the same about platonic and familial love too!
Shun: U-um.. Let's see.. Well, it's obviously going on dates and.. Uh.. Doing all the romantic stuff, y-you know?.. D-do I have to tell you all the details?.. Y-you're looking at me like I don't know anything about romance. And I do know about it, please believe me! I mean, I did have a girlfriend.. A-anyway, love is something that I will never be complete without. I need to be loved. It's like.. If I'm loved, it means someone in this world appreciates me, right? They would probably be sad if something happened to me..
Naomi: Um.. I never was that interested in romance, so I can't really- Hm? It doesn't have to be romantic? I see.. Well, I can't even tell you that much about platonic love.. I'm sorry, I'm really boring when it comes to that, haha. But if I had to think about it more.. Maybe it's when others don't expect anything from you? You can be anything you want to be and you're still wanted and appreciated.. It sounds nice when I think about it, actually.
Kei: Heyyyy, didn't you say that someone like me can't know anything about love? Haha, well, as I've said before, I believe that pain and love can't be separated. Why? The thing is, if someone puts you through so much pain every single day, but you still choose to stay with them and don't even think about leaving them.. Yeah, that's love to me. And if you truly love someone, you'll be okay with them hurting you in some way. That's what Mom used to say. And I love her. You love her too, Eiji. You've never even tried to run away, after all.
Eiko: You're probably not gonna believe me, but I actually wasn't interested in love at all until I.. well, met that guy. I thought it was just a stupid waste of time, just like friendship and all that stuff. But hey, of course I felt lonely. My relationships never had any meaning, the only somewhat deep relationship I have is the one with my dad. So, if you were to ask me about love.. I think love is when your relationship with someone has some kind of meaning. Maybe it makes you happy. Maybe it wants you to keep living. Maybe it makes you feel like you have some kind of purpose. You just know that if something happened to that person, you would feel like your life has become incomplete. That's love to me.
Asahi: E-eh?.. I know that I'm more mature than other kids, but like.. Ugh, fine. So, uh, I think love is when someone gives you everything you could ever want from them. N-no, I'm not just talking about food and toys and that stuff! Though that's also important, of course.. But like.. I-if you asked them for a hug, they'd be okay with it.. And if you asked them to spend time with you, they'd still agree even if they're busy.. A-anyway, I know I'll be popular when I grow up, but right now I don't care about all that. I just wanna have fun and I don't want to think about anything.. Uh, "serious".
Yurika: Your question is simple, so my answer will be the same. It's what I felt for my boss. S-she wasn't just a manager to me. She actually gave me a reason to live. She showed me that I still have worth even if I'm not that smart, not that hardworking and not that productive. She's not like my parents at all and those guys are rich, but still wanted me to work! H-huh?.. "Did you see your manager as your lover or your mother figure?".. Uh.. B-both?
Riku: Let me think.. Well, there's many different types of love, you know? I don't really know which one you want me to talk about.. Oh, so like, love in general? Um.. For some reason, it's still hard for me to think of an answer.. Maybe something like, even if you get sad or angry sometimes, they still understand you and still willing to listen to you? Like, they won't go "Come on, cheer up already!" Oh, also they respect your privacy and personal space, that one's important. Even if I love them, I don't want them to call me at 3 am and start telling me the tragic story of how their cat died when they were eight, thank you very much.. Y-yeah, that did happen to me once.
Reina: I don't know much about it, so I'm afraid my answer won't be that interesting. But maybe.. it's when someone still wants to be with you even if they've seen your worst qualities? No, I don't mean any of that "But I still find them beautiful" kind of stuff. That's actually kinda concerning. It's like, they won't leave you if they see you fighting with someone and yelling at them, but they also won't tell you that you were in the right for acting like that, if you really were in the wrong.
Eiji: It's when all sinners get what they deserve. They get the punishments that fit their sins and they have no choice but to accept it, meanwhile the innocent ones get to finally live a peaceful life. And before you ask me, no, nobody in this prison is innocent except me and Guard 002.
Miki: I'm not really as passionate about it as Eiji-san, but.. I think it's when people who did something bad without any reason and don't feel any remorse get.. I-I don't want to say "punished", but.. Basically, they're not able to do anything to the innocent people anymore. I want to believe that everyone in this prison is innocent and everyone had their own reasons and if it wasn't for those reasons, they would never kill anyone.. But I'm not so sure anymore. So if someone in this prison really is guilty.. I guess I'll have to make sure they don't hurt the innocent.
Hiyuu: I think it's when all people are treated as equals. Even if someone is guilty, I won't treat them like a villain. I will punish them, because that's my job as a guard, but it doesn't mean I genuinely want their life to get worse and it doesn't mean I want them to die. I just want them to see what will happen if they continue to act this way. Pain is the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone, so I believe that even if that someone really did something bad, they should be treated with respect if they're in pain. So you can trust me, my punishments won't be that bad, haha.
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 2 years ago
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okay here's paimon real dhjsjs
Royal Princess Paimon, talent is Guidance of Grinee!
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Royal townwear kid clothes
Venti's little sibling! Co has me hooked on the venti-paimon sibling agenda
so i think I'll have the current ruler as Istaroth? Maybe?
tempted to add nahida for time-sibling-agenda hdhdjsjsjshdjs (thats what that scribble is supposed to be hdhdhsnifhhe its hard to keysmash on paper)
besties with the new travelers!!! ♡
And design notes!!!
I gave her Ena's tiara!!! Paimon already has the floating crown thing so i figured this Paimon also needs one. I figured Ena's would fit with Paimon's moon sister connections, and also i find it prettier bdhdhsj
Instead of her star hair clip I gave Paimon a flower one! It's the same one from the royal family's crest!!! (pic)
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bnnywngs · 2 years ago
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I'm rewatching Kimi ni Todoke for a few days now, and i can't stop thinking WANGXIAN WANGXIAN WANGXIAN everytime Sawako and Kazehaya interact, like!!!!!
Wei Wuxian could easily be Kazehaya, the popular, kinda dense, kinda shy guy everybody likes and wants to be friends with, or want to date. The whole "Kazehaya is everyone's" it's so funny and would be so hilarious if it was Nie Huaisang giving the idea.
And then we have Sawako, who doesn't know how to express herself, don't speak much, don't have many friends, and isn't that Lan Wangji too?? People are intimidated by them, kinda afraid too, but they're both very sweet when you get to know them, although awkward.
They're both in love with each other, but think is one-sided, and have this big misunderstanding and (screams)
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yanoharuhito · 2 years ago
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i had no idea you were trans... congrats to you and your vagino
DID SOME PEOPLE THINK I WAS CIS THIS WHOLE TIME
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razrbladekiss · 2 months ago
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GUILTY AS SIN? | Joel Miller — PART TWO
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SUMMARY: after a chance encounter, joel miller is faced with a dilemma. will he be able to resist temptation, or will he crumble beneath your mystifying gaze?
PAIRING: dads ex-best-friend!joel miller x afab!reader
WORD COUNT: 3.6k.
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, 18+ WORK BELOW THE CUT. soft!joel, i yearn for this amidst all of the angsty, grumpy old man joel. some dialogue that melts me. dirty talk. pervy joel. mentions of f&m masturbation. pussy eating. fingering <3 protected piv cus if you’re gonna fuck your dad’s ex best friend, then you need to at least do something sensible!! sarah calls joel while you’re…yano.
happy birthday joel <3
PART ONE
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Should I really be doing this?
Joel’s inner monologue—and conscience—is about to implode, firing fragments of stupidity into each corner of his brain it seems. Because that’s the only way this could be described rationally.
He’s fucking stupid. He has to be. To come back to Point Pleasant, for one, to admit that he has a crush on his ex-best-friend’s daughter another, and then take her HOME with him.
To the house that your parents used to go to every Saturday night for parties, gatherings, meals. Joel used to host Superbowl Sundays there, too, which were arguably some of the best days had by your father and something he’ll always remember regardless of the precarious terms that he’s on with Joel.
That house would be your after-school retreat, when you and Sarah were best friends growing up. You’d spend hours there playing games, riding your bikes in the yard, telling one another your deepest darkest secrets.
You took your first sip of alcohol in that house at a party that—to this day—you and Sarah still keep secret from your parents. You had your first fight there—at the same party, actually—and the scar from the Jack Daniels bottle still sits uncomfortably above your right bicep. The scar that your dad still believes is from you cutting yourself on chicken wire, and not a result of an intoxicated kerfuffle with a college senior when you were sixteen.
You haven’t set foot in Joel’s home for years, and that’s what terrifies him.
What if this all becomes too real? What if she doesn’t want me when she remembers all the history, all the things that happened here?
His brain is working faster than what his mouth or body can even dream of keeping up with, and he hasn’t even realized that his truck is still stationary outside of the bar.
“Joel.” You say his name for the third time, and he finally manages to cut free the ties between his reluctance and desire. He smiles at you.
“Yeah?”
Eyebrows fused together, you stare back at him. Joel fiddles with the keys to his truck before he’s stuffing them into the ignition.
You choose to stay silent. He knows that you know that he’s playing dumb. How couldn’t you? You’d been having those same reticent thoughts leaving the bar, too.
It’s a tricky situation to be thrust into, but it’s not exactly your worst nightmare. Banging Joel is only something you could’ve imagined. And, truthfully, it was.
You’d spent many a night with your deft fingertips between your legs, touching yourself to the mental image of Joel’s cock splitting you open and fucking you so hard that you’re seeing stars. But you’d never admit that.
How could you? He’s Sarah’s dad. At one point, he was your father’s oldest friend. A man that—despite his physical allure and more than charming personality—is much, much too old for you.
You swallow your indecision, rolling down the window when you feel the air getting thick. A cool—almost orgasmic—breeze flits through the cabin and you’re suddenly comfortable again.
Too comfortable, maybe.
“When did you realize that you wanted me, Joel?” You ask. It’s a bold question. One that he mightn’t hold the answer to. But it’s worth a shot.
Joel clears his throat, focusing on the road ahead. His knuckles begin to turn white for the grip that he has on the leather-bound wheel is unyielding. Though, he doesn’t feel as tense as he appears.
“Actually, you don’t gotta answer—“
“When you left for college.” He speaks over you, feeling an inexhaustible shade of maroon bleed into his cheeks. “When your father called Sarah ‘n I over to say our ‘goodbyes’ before you went, that’s when I realized.”
Your heart starts to thump.
“I think it was the thought of not seeing ‘ya for a few months that put it into perspective for me.” Joel admits somewhat uninhibited. It was nice. “I was so proud of you, goin’ ‘n chasin’ your dreams. Always been a bright girl.”
You smile at him. He’s still focused on the road, trying not to heed too much the glare from oncoming vehicle lights as Joel’s old age has cursed him with damn astigmatism.
He squints.
“Always had more of a soft spot for you than what I should’ve.” He says. “Not in a gross old-man way. Just always saw so much of your dad in you when you were growin’ up, and it took me back to when we were kids ourselves. And then when you turned eighteen—and grew up a hell of a lot—I couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you.”
“Perv.” You joke and he just shoots you a pointed glare. But he knows you’re kidding.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t think that I forgot ‘bout what you said. How you’ve always wanted to fuck me.”
Eighty-five million shades of crimson flush into your face at Joel’s crude remark, but all he can do is laugh at your suddenly reddened state.
“How old were you when you had your sexual awakening?”
“Fuck off.” You chuckle and swat at his shoulder. “Eh. Dunno. I always thought you were kinda cute, but the shitty sex in college made me yearn for a good pounding from a seasoned professional.”
Joel’s jaw drops. You’re filthy. He loves it.
“Have you ever touched yourself thinking of me?” You ask completely nonchalant, mainly because you have fingered yourself to the mental image of Joel.
He huffs out a laugh—humorless—and turns to you when he hits a stop light.
Joel never thought he’d be asked a question like this, let alone have to answer it.
“Yeah.” He concedes. “I—uh—I have.”
Your pussy throbs.
“Spent a lotta time fuckin’ my fist ‘n thinkin’ of you.” He divulges and suddenly feels that familiar ache in the chasms of his tummy. His jeans start to constrict as his dick feels like it’s getting strangled by taut denim.”Those vacation pictures you posted on Facebook last summer…”
Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
“That little bikini.” He continues, torturing himself. “Fuck. The things that I’ve wanted to do to you—“
“Then do them.” Bold—completely brazen—you say. “Joel, I didn’t say that I wanted to fuck you just for the sake of it. I want you.”
“And I want you, too.” Joel tells you, shifting a little to look at you as he promptly realizes that his house is another ten minutes away. “But I can’t wait.”
Hastily—in a moment of complete madness, blinded by the most lecherous haze—Joel takes a sharp left turn down some slightly sketchy side-street. He yanks up the parking brake.
“What?” You blink at him, heeding the raging boner he’s flaunting. “You want to do it here?”
Joel nods. “Car sex not good enough for the princess, huh?”
He starts unzipping his pants while you, on instinct, pull off your dress.
“No.” Your head shakes. “No, absolutely not. Just didn’t think you’d want to eat me out in the passenger seat, s’all.”
“Yeah, well.” He pulls his jeans and underwear down, and his prick springs free. Its so hard it looks almost painful. “I’ve waited long enough to get you alone, ‘n I ain’t wasting no more time.”
You nod, pulling almost sheer fabric over your head. Fair enough.
Joel’s eyes all but pop out of his skull at the sight of your tits. They’re even more alluring in person, than what that goddamn Facebook picture alludes.
“God. Your father is gonna kill me.”
“What daddy don’t know won’t hurt him.” You retort with a smile. It’s almost innocent. It’s almost driving him fucking crazy.
His features harden. As Joel puts one hand to the back of your neck and the other wraps around his cock—slowly pumping his length—he kisses you. It’s teeth and tongues, and he’s moaning because the pleasure flowing straight to his tip mixed with the saccharine liquor on your tongue is almost too much.
It’s intense. It’s steamy and needy, and Joel just smells so good. He tastes pretty sweet, too.
You whine into his mouth, feeling a haze of lust devour any sense of rationality that you might’ve had before this very juncture.
“Fuck.” He rasps as he pulls away, his hand still affixed to his literal throbbing cock. “Get on your back.”
You oblige in a heartbeat, laying against lukewarm leather, skin already sticking to it as its getting damp with sweat.
“Jesus Christ.” He lets out an expletive, feeling his already solid cock harden to an almost painful degree as you begin to leak liquid sexuality at the mere thought of Joel eating you out.
Your chest heaves as Joel starts to lick at your cunt.
A searing warmth percolates through your body as his tongue works your heat, licking a chaste trail through your folds. Its demure, its soft yet lascivious, and its driving you absolutely insane, the way he’s touching you. Feeling you. Eating you.
He laps at your honeyed sweetness, hastening the pace at which he licks and sucks and jabs at your core. Your wanton—borderline licentious—whines only encourage him.
“So sweet.” He comes up for air, slipping his middle finger into your pussy while he writes his fucking name with his tongue on your clit and wrenches inside of you. “So fuckin’ sweet.”
“Joel—“
“Baby.” The man murmurs against your swollen bud, overstimulating you to a point of almost no return, and you whine. You cry and whimper for him as he laps at your weeping bloom, feeling every ounce of pleasure twist within the chasms of your abdomen.
He spreads both of your legs apart and pulls them over his shoulders—hands firmly clamping against your stomach—and goes at it, hammer and tongs. No remorse. No mercy. No goal aside from making you squirt and scream the place down.
And of course it feels wrong, to be pinned beneath the man whose first sexual escapade was most likely shared with your father mere moments later. But you don’t care.
You don’t care that half of Joel’s life was spent by the side of your parent, or that he was there the day that you learned how to ride a bike for the first time. Because it’s so different, now.
You don’t know him anymore. Joel isn’t the same. He doesn’t look the same, or act the same. He was so grumpy, so mad at the world for the longest fucking time. But now he seems to be at peace.
Here. With you.
“Bet those stupid college jocks never tried suckin’ your soul outta your cunt.” Joel mumbles against trembling thighs, kissing and biting a little trail before he’s diving straight back into your heat.
Your head shakes and you whisper a little “no.” Speaking feels impossible, now.
And while the words won’t fall from your lips, a sharp mewl—shriek, almost—falls from your lips as your warmth devours Joel’s tongue and fingers. You tighten around him, immediately feeling your release.
But he doesn’t stop. Joel stays at it. He laps up the desire that’s pouring from you, feeling his cock start to leak at the sound of you and the way that he’s forcing your body to convulse.
You writhe and moan and he wants to take pity on you, but he can’t stop. He paws at his length and jerks his hand in time with his tongue as it slips through your folds.
“Joel—“ your hand goes to his head on instinct, wreathing fingers into his hair as his hold is relentless. “Fuck me—I—“
“You what, darlin’?” He lifts his glance, watching your eyes roll back in your fucking head. “You can’t take it anymore? You want me to show you what a seasoned professional can do?”
You cringe at your words being thrown back in your face, but you nod. Because Joel’s calloused fingertips strumming away at your clit is making you fucking ascend, and you’d like to leave his truck with at least some of your dignity.
He goes back down for another taste, drinking your come as it pours out of you. He licks a final trail through your pussy and lands at your clit, sucking it before releasing with a soaking pop.
Joel pulls away and gets on his knees bwteeen your legs, admiring the mess that he’s made of you beneath him. It’s a beautiful sight. But he worries that if he basks in it for too much longer, then he’ll blow his load all over you.
Fuck. His load. Joel grunts, pulling a hand over his face.
“Is something wrong?” You ask, propping yourself up by your elbows. “Joel?—“
“Condoms.” He rasps. “You got any?”
“No.” Joel throws his head back, frustrated. “Hey. I’m sorry that I don’t carry them around with me, but I don’t usually go fuckin’ around with people that I run into in the hardware store—“
“Sorry.” He apologises, hoping that he hasn’t ruined the mood. “Think I got some in the glove box.”
“Hope they’re in date.” Joel glares at you. “What? When was the last time that you got laid, Miller?”
He rubs his lips together. He ignores your remark, instead pulling a lone rubber from the glovebox. Joel sighs, complacent.
You peer at the back of the foil. 02.04.26.
“Huh. Got your dick wet pretty recently.” You muse, slightly downcast. But if it weren’t for being at the store today, you wouldn’t be in this situation and all would be so different.
Joel feels your trepidation. But counters with “I’m pretty sure that Tommy put these in here after I went on a Tinder date in January.”
You watch as he rolls it over his prick, and raise a brow.
“You haven’t had sex since January?”
He shakes his head.
“Fuck. That’s wild. I thought you were always out bangin’ bitches.”
“No.” He chuckles, gripping firmly his cock. He lines it up with your—still completely soaked—core. “Used to be, but not anymore.”
“Aw, I feel special, now.”
Joel leans over, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Always been special, sweetheart.”
Throbbing once more, your cunt glitters. It’s humiliating, getting so wet so fast. But Joel is fucking luxuriating in it. He loves this sight, you underneath him.
“You ready?” The search for consent—or at least approval—forces butterflies to wreak havoc inside of your stomach.
You nod at him. “More than.”
Joel’s heart pounds. He can’t believe he’s doing this. He can’t believe that he’s being so fucking stupid. But, here you are. Here he is. About to have TRUCK sex with you, like you’re just some girl that he’s picked up from the bar.
IDIOT.
But he heaves all disinclination to the side, and pushes slowly his cock into the searing warmth between your legs.
He hisses out a “fuck” while you throb around him. You’re tighter than he thought, and he can’t believe it. He can’t get over the fact that he fits you almost perfectly, like his prick was just fucking made for you.
He could stay like this all day.
But he needs to get off. Quickly. Because it’s almost eleven-fifteen, and he promised Sarah that he’d call to see how her flight to Kansas was at eleven-thirty.
“Christ, Joel.” Your head hits the seat with a thump, feeling quickly the second orgasm that he’s bestowing upon you this evening. “Feels so good.”
“Can say that again.” He replies, breathless as he starts to hasten his pace. His knees dig deep into the leather-bound seat as he strives to keep his balance while rutting into you.
Your back arches as a surge of pleasure strikes your core, and Joel puts his right hand beneath the curve of your spine while the left is gripping tightly your thigh as it shakes and shivers.
“This pussy.” He groans through gritted teeth, watching his cock slide in and out of your weeping cunt. “This fuckin’ pussy is perfect.”
More of that arousal seeps onto his cock, slick and wet. A sharp squelch urges you to cringe, but the physical sensation cancels out any feelings of sheepishness.
You’re a mess. In Joel’s truck, on the front bench, you’re a fucking mess.
But it’s some of the best sex you’ve had in—well—forever, and you can’t even dream of elucidating the gory details to anyone. Because this is wrong. Completely forbidden. Yet it feels so good.
You’d die if anyone found out, but you’re hardly being private about it.
Your moans—loud and obnoxious—reverberate through the cabin and you’re pretty sure that people a mile away can hear how well Joel’s fucking into you.
“Wanna get on top.” You muster out and take him by surprise. But he’s into it, and pulls out to sit back down on his ass.
You clamber over—and feel that pooling wetness seap down the inseam of your thighs—watching him watching you.
Both legs land either side of Joel’s, and he takes it upon himself to line his cock up with your slit. You rub over the tip, slowly sliding down onto him while your eyes are locked on his.
Joel twitches and writhes underneath you. You put both hands on his chest—exposed through his green and red flannel—and slowly ride him. You’re gentle, with your movements. Unyielding, but gentle.
“Love your cock.” Through bated breaths, you say. “So, so big.”
“Love your pussy—“
He’s cut off by the almost offensive ringtone that came default with the phone that—honestly—you couldn’t put a name to even if you had a gun to your head
“Aw, fuck. What time is it?”
You shrug, rolling your hips. “Like, eleven-thirty.”
Joel grunts and groans, fishing around for his cellphone. He pulls it from between the seat and the door.
Sarah.
“Darlin’—it’s Sarah you’re gonna have to—fuck—gonna have to stop.”
You shake your head no. “I’ll just be quiet. And I’ll go slow.”
“Fine.” He says, though knows that you “going slow” will destroy him.
Joel clears his throat, feeling quickly his release looming.
“Hey, baby girl.” He greets her, and you hear her mutter something back. Something about him needing to stop saying that, and asking him to refer to her as something normal.
She hasn’t changed. You smile. It’s cute. You just want to kiss him.
But you want to torture him even fucking more.
Both hands take purchase against his shoulders, and you rock at a pace that you know is killing him.
He grinds his lips together, humming in response to something that she’s saying.
“That’s great, Sar’.” Joel shoots you daggers as your tits press against his chest. You moan quietly, writhing on top of his prick.
You’re not going to quit, and he knows that. So as she’s describing—in depth—the ordeal that she had at the airport, he takes it as his cue to lift his hips and pound into you. All the while striving not to make a noise.
“Fuck, Joel. I’m gonna cum—“ You whisper, hating how quickly you’re unraveling atop him. He jolts his hips upwards—fast and lazy—as you’re orgasming in front of him. Again.
And it’s only a matter of time before he starts his unyielding release, and so you ride him until you’re seeing stars. You’re so sensitive and overstimulated, and feel as though your cunt is going to drop off.
But it’s worth it. To see Joel’s face contort, and his breathing grow sporadic, is so worth it.
“What—uh—what day will you be home?” He asks her, throat hitching.
“Saturday.”
He groans, watching you throw your head back.
“Dad? You alright?”
“Yes.” He says, short. “Sorry, that was blunt. I’m alright. Kinda caught up in an emergency, hon. Mrs. McKaye’s pipes are blocked. Can I call you back in the morning?”
She mumbles something about him being too nice and how he can never say “no” to anybody, and agrees to speak in the morning. Joel switches off his phone and throws it behind him, quickly fastening his palms to your thighs.
“”Mrs. McKaye’s pipes are blocked?” Joel, you are such a shitty liar.”
“I know.” He says, letting his cock hit the spongiest part of your cunt as he slams into you—hilt deep—and mumbles a slew of curses entwined with your name. “I never lie. That’s why I’m so bad at it.”
You laugh for a millisecond, before pleasure is surging over you and your sweat-slick torsos are fused together. A gorge of complete and utter rapture almost drowns the two of you, and before you know it Joel’s cock is twitching—pulsating—inside of you as he hits his release and cum is spitting from the tip of his prick.
You’re grateful for the condom—as getting pregnant by your dad’s ex-best-friend is literally a death sentence—but desire the feeling of Joel’s hot cum painting threads of white against the walls of your pussy.
“Fuck.” You whimper, wriggling as he’s still deep within you. “Joel, that was—“
“Fucking amazing.” He finishes, panting. Sweat beads against his forehead, chest and neck.
Joel—hesitantly—pulls out, and his head hits the rest behind it. You peel yourself away and reach for your dress, quickly shimmying back into it before you’re curling up next to him. Joel puts his arm around you.
“Kinda glad that I went lookin’ for a gate lock, now.”
“Mhm. Me too, sweetheart.” He replies, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.
“I’ve gotta go and get caulk tomorrow. You gonna be there?”
Joel chuckles. “Depends. You gonna come home with me again?”
“We haven’t even made it back to your place once.”
“This is true.” He says.
Joel reaches for his pants and jeans.
He leans into you, nipping your ear. “But I ain’t done with you yet.”
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guns-n-rosier · 14 days ago
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I can see that. Hey, amour x
Fuck I want him carnally. Badly. Deeply. In a way that is concerning to human rights
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jaeedraszaerysz · 1 year ago
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JOHNNY, BAM, STEVE-O, CHRIS AND RYAN WITH A NORTHERN ENGLISH S/O
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Notes: this might have some more teesside oriented aspects so I apologise and I try to keep it as neutral as possible while still writing decent shit ✨️
Warnings: swearing, injury (obv u fuckin dumbass), sexual references??
JOHNNY KNOXVILLE
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Will 100% dress up in a suit and take you to a fancy ass restaurant while working his shittiest English accent
Got confused as fuck when you started using any slang/roadman terms
Defos uses words wrong
Went round calling everyone wanker for a full day
Thought chav was a fucking food at first defos
LOVES HEARING U SPEAK
will listen to u chat for hours
MY DAYS HES OBSESSED
So let's say jackass came to England yea
And u went up north to visit ur mates and stuff yea
Wouldn't understand a fuckin thing u was on about if u were talking to your mates
Thought a parmo was a sex move and was GOBSMACKED
He defos went to a pub with u and the guys and they got the piss ripped of them by a bunch of sweaty geezas in their 50s 😭
Take him to any beach and you will 100% have to restrain him from jumping of the end of a pier into a bunch of rocks
Caught onto u saying innit so much and now says it unironically and the guys have a laugh taking the mick out of him
Poor sod
But he's devoted to you
Defos would make roadman and chav skits w u outside a maccies or a tesco extra
BAM MARGERA
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Asking if u know every single British rockstar to ever exist
Was confused when u told him it was almost 5 hours from London to anywhere near ur gaff
Got scrapped by a bunch of year 7s outside a one stop if u took him to England
Takes the mick out of yu in a cute way
Copies ur words
DEFOS TOLD JOHNNY TO PACK IT IN ONCE AND U WERE FUCKING CREASING
Told him u met Janick Gers from iron maiden and had drinks wiv him in the pub one time and he almost diedddd.
You could defos persuade him to dress up in a Adidas traccy and run fru ur local shopping center screaming sweet Caroline and tripping over eachother
you took him to hmv?
Big mistake
He never wants to leave
Defos has all the badges and posters
Spent an hour minimum sat on the floor with you looking at the band t shirts
Would complain constantly about weather but would kiss you in the rain
Got stuck in a shitty kids swing at the park
CHRIS PONTIUS
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Lives for your voice
Copies ur every word
If u took him to ur hometown he would cling onto your arm and NOT let go
Called someone a geezer at a local boots and got scrapped
Yano them rando tarzees kids make out of rope and stuff but their always like 50 meters of the ground?
He found one
Jumped off
Flew like a mufucken bird
BEANS ON TOAST
WHAT AN INVENTION
His mind was opened to the 4th dimension that day
Imagine he pulled a party boy stunt in the town center
GOT CALLED A NONCEWING BY A BUNCH OF CHAVS
Wore a tie everywhere u went while u were their
Says oh my days religiously now
Fails a stunt? Oh my days
Trips? Oh my days
Bam pulls a rocky on him? Oh my fucking days
LOVES YOU SM THO
His little English, tea drinking princess
STEVE-O
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Steve-o lived in England for alot of his childhood, always on the move so he was a bit more calm than most
BUT CAUSE HE WAS FROM DOWN SOUTH AND YOU UP NORTH THAT DONET STOP HIM
makes fun of northern chavs and compares them
Says the North is like a diff country all together js on account of the people and the weather
Thinks ur footie teams r shite
Defos got kicked up the arse for that one
Meal deals man
His fave thing after you
Esp from tescos
LYNX AFTERSHAVE IS HIS THING OMFS
Understands some British slang but is still confused by majority of ur convoz with people from ur home town
TAKE HIM TO FLAMINGO LAND
INSTANT MAYHEM
Sold gimicky vapes to some year 8s and fucking pissed himself laughing when they realised
RYAN DUNN
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Swears at everyone with "posh words"
Wanker, bell-end, twat, muppet, cunt.
Picked up the accent on the words too
Fucking fab tha
GOT APPROACHED BY A PROZZIE
was terrified
Defos asked where her teeth were and got chased off
Thinks corner shops in England r the best thing ever
Manjaros? The takeaway not the mountain?
LOVED IT
DONNER KEBAB ✨️💅
Has been chased by council estate grannies for shoving you into people's gardens
Sat with you at the top of those shitty rope climbing frames in the park and u had a legit romantic moment
SPOILER ALERT! bam got photos of u kissing up there
Yano them random tunnels under the main roads yea?
Went down them wiv u and u ended up in a field with him laying on your chest and looking at the stars
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bellrocsgf · 1 year ago
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Soft Mike afton hcs
Soft Mike Headcanons
Disclaimers: ya mum, i made these pre-death cuz idk how to make corpses cutie patooties also mention of death ooffff
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Michael has the biggest sweet tooth EVER, he goes to the shop for necessities and comes back with like 4 packets of sweets and a chocolate bar
He will cling onto pretty much anyone who comes into his life, he met Jeremy Fitzgerald then they became like besties in 2.6 seconds and Michael doesn’t go a day without texting him some random s*bleep*t
After yano everyone like died Henry adopted Michael and now Henry’s like the dad Mike should’ve had and Michael’s the child that was taken from Henry </33 (sad but wholesemjskwk)
Michael has polaroids of all of his friends and his family members plastered around his room <33
He makes mixtapes, SECRETLY! He would be soooo soo so embarrassed if anyone found them and listened to them. He also writes song lyrics in a journal, most of them are kind of love songish (there’s a song called nicotine by Can Of Bliss which i imagine would be close to what he writes <3)
Man’s a hoarder, he has soooo many keepsakes. everything thing he owns has sometype of sentimental value 😭😭 it’s cute but his space is so cluttered and crampedddd
Michael loves to read and if anyone let him he could talk for hoursssss about his favourites series and such
He has pillows all around the floor of his office, he overworks himself so much that he prepares for it 😭😭 Michael will fully work on something for like 50 hours and when he passes out he will pass out on these pillows 😭😭😭😭
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brian-in-finance · 7 months ago
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Everything You Need To Know About Standing Ground, the British Brand Making Time-Traveling Garments
Ahead of his London Fashion Week show, the designer offered a look inside his sculptural fashion label, built on Irish mysticism, fantasy classics, and an intuitive approach to craft
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Ireland’s standing stones, or dolmens, are the oldest remaining neolithic monuments in the country. For Michael Stewart, the designer behind London-based label Standing Ground, they are portals through time: stoic witnesses to the eons. He recalls taking frequent trips to visit them as a child, enchanted by the centuries-old mysticism buried deep within. “Ireland is a superstitious country, which is a good thing, because the dolmens have been preserved and protected over time,” he muses. “They’re feared in a way, so people don’t dare touch them.”
It’s no secret that Stewart’s spiritual connection to these megalithic tombs informs his brand’s name and modus operandi. Speaking from his new studio at the Sarabande Foundation in East London, he explains that the dolmens possess a transcendent quality, which he projects onto his own statuesque garments: deceptively simple creations that borrow from the futurism of sci-fi and fantasy classics such as Lord of the Rings to imagine evening wear, custom garments, and body ornaments that feel rooted in neither past, present, nor future.
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After graduating from the Royal College of Art in 2017, Stewart established Standing Ground in 2022, before attracting the attention of Lulu Kennedy’s Fashion East incubator program, and making his London Fashion Week debut as part of the Spring/Summer 2023 shows.
Remaining loyal to his source material of neolithic artifacts and figures—images of a dolmen and a Saint Brigid’s cross adorn his spare studio walls—he doesn’t have a mood board or sketches, and freely admits to having done no new research since his master’s degree. Instead, Stewart takes an intuitive, and manual, approach to draping, sculpting, and craft, developing his own lines and patterns by hand to produce alien silhouettes that flow from and protect the body like topographic armor.
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Stewart is currently working on his third collection for Spring/Summer 2024, which expands on the dialogue between distant pasts and otherworldly futures. “It’s different to what I would’ve presented last February, which was very beautiful, but not as menacing,” he confesses. “I wanted to take some time to figure out what I was doing, and not pigeonhole myself.”
This collection dials back the clock to pre-human times, focusing on primordial, skeletal, and fossilized forms to create uncanny garments that explore the relationship between objects and their surrounding environment. Imagining a world where ancient objects grow and shapeshift across each collection, the designs suggest a speculative place where humankind and nature are mirrors for each other—or, as Stewart puts it: “seeing the body as a landscape and the landscape as a body.”
Makeup by Machiko Yano / Hair by Moe Mukai / Casting by AAMØ Casting / Model is Nyaueth Riam / Fashion Assistance by Florence Thompson / Makeup Assistance by Krishna Branch-Mackowiak
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Brian’s Note: Cultured magazine’s story was published last year on 15 September. It mentions “Stewart is currently working on his third collection for Spring/Summer 2024.” Some of the dresses included in that collection are the dress Caitríona wore to the IFTAs and the ones below.
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Remember… Ireland’s standing stones, or dolmens, are the oldest remaining neolithic monuments in the country. ☘️
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yuzurujenn · 17 hours ago
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[2023.11.11] AERA Special Edition - Yuzuru Hanyu x Keiichi Yano
Sound Designer: Keiichi Yano I finally met an athlete who could perform ‘their own story’
Accompanying Creator Vol. 3 Keiichi Yano has been supporting Yuzuru Hanyu’s skating, which combines both precision and grandeur. A “request” from Hanyu marked the beginning of a journey together with this one-of-a-kind performer. The soundscapes created by Yano further solidify Hanyu's worldview.
-Hanyu is a skater with a strong passion for sound, but in what ways do you feel his dedication?
The first time I received a request from Hanyu was the year before the Sochi Olympics. He expressed concern about a small noise heard at the transitions of the ‘Romeo & Juliet’ piece and asked if it could be eliminated. It was such a tiny noise that one wouldn’t notice during a performance at the venue, but it seemed to disrupt his focus when listening with earphones.
-From there, your collaboration began, and you also produced 'SEIMEI' which Hanyu performed at the PyeongChang Olympics.
The final form of 'SEIMEI' exists because of Hanyu. He had two specific requests: to include the sound of the flute and the final main theme, and then he said, 'The rest, I’m sorry, but I’ll leave it to you.'
At first, I had no idea about his preferences, but I selected sounds, tempos, and atmospheric pieces that would fit his skating from about 50 tracks in the movie 'Onmyoji.' Sometimes, along the process, he would send me a version that he had put together himself, saying, “The tempo of the piano doesn't really match, so I'll go with this tempo.'
Hanyu has a very strict approach to the movements and breathing in his programs. Not all athletes are like this, but when I watch their choreography, I often feel that many skaters aren't fully aware of the music. I feel frustrated and wish that more athletes would be conscious of the music and perform their own stories.
On the other hand, I also heard people saying, 'You shouldn’t be too focused on the music because it will throw you off after a fall.' Since I have never skated, I thought it might actually be difficult.
It was at that time that I met Hanyu. He has the music and choreography so perfectly ingrained in his body that even if he falls, he can quickly get back on track with the next note. I was really happy to see an athlete who could perform the music as if it were his own.
-Meeting Hanyu was also a striking experience for you. After competing in PyeongChang and Beijing, Hanyu announced his turn to professional status in July 2022.
When I heard about his turn to professional, I thought, 'Finally, this moment has come.' I also felt a fear of whether I could keep up with him now that he would be able to perform more freely (laughs).
-You participated as the sound designer for both 'Prologue' and 'GIFT.' Both were of high quality and truly wonderful. I imagined there must have been many hurdles to overcome to reach that point.
For 'GIFT,' the sound was originally handled by a different company, and I wasn’t scheduled to be involved. However, since they had never done an ice show before, I was asked to take a look at the sound plan. In managing competitions and shows, I always aim to create an acoustic space where the skater’s performance, the music, and the audience can all come together as one. When I reviewed the plan, I feared that it would not be possible to “synchronise with the sound,” which is what he is most particular about.
In figure skating, we hang speakers from the ceiling to ensure that the sound resonates evenly. However, this isn’t possible in a dome. To ensure that the music reaches both Hanyu and the audience simultaneously, I proposed placing speakers around the rink and erecting a sound tower on top, even though that would cause some visual obstruction. This led to a complete overhaul of the sound plan.
-Was there difficulty with the live orchestra performance as well? Since it was the first-ever Tokyo Dome performance in figure skating history, everything was exploratory. I wasn't sure if the sound would be as good as I thought it would be until we actually played the sound at the venue.
My other role was to have the musicians recreate the performance at the same tempo as Hanyu's program. Unlike music editing, it is not possible to make much adjustments in a live performance. It was also quite challenging to request renowned musicians to accommodate our needs.
Additionally, there are two types of sound: the live sound and the sound coming from the speakers. When you get close to the orchestra, the live sound comes through faster, creating a slight delay compared to the sound from the speakers. It's a matter of mere milliseconds, but that can blur the sound image. We tried to fine-tune everything until the last minute, but after the performance, Hanyu mentioned, 'Yano-san, that part just didn’t sync no matter what.'
-What kind of exchange did you have with Hanyu when you joined the show midway through?
Actually, we didn’t get into many specific details. I listened to his ideas, and then he entrusted me with the rest, saying, “You understand my program.”
-I’m sure Hanyu felt reassured with you on board.
I hope that’s how he felt. As long as I continue to receive requests, I’d like to create his sound environment as I always have. If there’s ever an issue with the music, I’m always willing to help.
-It’s hard to believe that it’s only been a year since he turned professional, considering all the challenges he’s taken on.
Until now, it was unimaginable to perform solo. While some aspects can be imagined in a typical show, Hanyu’s vision far exceeds that. I feel that moving forward, it will be a struggle between what is physically possible and what is not. How can we respond when Hanyu requests something that differs from what I imagined? I’m prepared for the increase in challenges.
-You will also participate as the sound director for the 'Yuzuru Hanyu ICE STORY 2nd "RE_PRAY" TOUR.'
Just like with 'Prologue' and 'GIFT,' Hanyu’s vision is grand, so there are many challenges to overcome. We are looking for ways to clear each hurdle and move on to the next step. There are still unknowns about what kind of show it will be. But one thing is clear: Hanyu values the audience above all else.
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Source: AERA Special Edition 2023.11.11 - Yuzuru Hanyu: The Solitary Driving Force, pg 88-89 Info: https://www.amazon.co.jp/exec/obidos/ASIN/4023323500/
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chocogoblin · 5 months ago
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ToA x LMK (?)
Had a random crossover idea. Spoilers for people who haven't seen the last season of Trollhunters, but then again that show is years old so like :p
Basically, in the final fight between the Trollhunters and Morgana, when Claire and Morgana go into the shadow realm. Yano how it's not shown? Yeah had a funny idea if Macaque from LMK was coming through, and looked at the two and was like (to Morgana) "Bitch for the last time I told you not to start fights here," and beats the ever loving shit outta her.
Anyways, bro is looking around and is like "oh shit kid you're still here-" as he looks at Claire, who is still recovering from the fact Morgana is dead and gone now, and everything is over, and hey the shadow realm is nice without the fear of Morgana being there looking over her shoulder.
This is my convoluted way of saying that Macaque after seeing a baby shadowmancer, (cause you can never find any of those these days who aren't absolutely ancient) just looks at Claire and goes "you can do better than that" and starts helping her with shadow magic. Maybe at first it was a way to get more power and then he just starts to care for her. But in my head a majority of the reasoning that Mac decided to help her is because it's a dying art and she's probably the youngest shadowmancer in the world at the moment.
I can see a lot of stuff coming out of this. Like just from the top of my head:
-Claire becomes one of those immortal wizards and flash forward to the future meets LMK crew. (from this idea stems my second idea of Pigsy and Tang trying to unlock Claire's tragic backstory(TM) even though there isn't much of that here.)
-Dad Macaque, because, come on.
-ROTT movie just, not happening now that there's a monkey on par with the guy who beat up all of heaven including all it's gods on their side. I'd imagine Demi-gods (because that's what arcane order is listed as on the wiki) is alot easier than gods, and def a lot easier than losing (lol) to Sun Wukong.
-Angsting to eachother. Think of any lmk x toa pairing, and you can make an angst conversation out of it some way or another.
-Half-troll Jim just going to Megapolis with Claire to visit Mac and becoming obssessed with the anti gravity arcade because it's open at night and just hell yeah.
-Lore building perhaps with the two universes mixed together??
-Claire helping out with the shadow play stuff while she visits Mac. Bonus points if she gets a mention in his vent play about the hero and the warrior.
-Toby and Mei playing games together, and Toby getting his ass absolutely handed to him.
-Mac going away to visit Claire during s3 or between seasons to vent about "what the fuck is going on kid- " because alot of the lmk villains don't go outside asia except if they want to rule the world (cough, lbd) so they can't really find him all the way in California, America lol.
-Bonus points if Claire learns how to speak Mandarin or Chinese (i forgot what the LMK gang spoke originally because i'm a silly lil english speaker who only watches the eng dub) so now she's trilingual. Spanish, English, whatever the hell the lmk gang speaks.
I dunno the ToA fandom is pretty dead, and I don't know how many LMK fans know about ToA, so. rip me ig. if this post gets a few notes i'll consider posting the art i made for this so far ('art' as if i'm not talking about a few sketches in my lil book of sketch).
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linagram · 1 year ago
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OK with the last ask I sent, I kinda had a few hcs I want to share!
-They had to shoot Keis vd like 20 times because Eiji and Kei make each other laugh so easily.
-Asahi only joined because they let him say the fuck word
-Reina is the straight man of the group (the one who puts up with everyone else's bs)
-For one of the Anni pictures, it was all the prisoners in guard outfits
-They held a group fanfic reading once. Everyone except Kei, 06(I forgot her name) and Yurika hated it. The aforementioned 3 were laughing at everyone else's reactions
I am so normal about your ocs I promise :)
THESE HCS ARE SO CUTE AND ALSO
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do you think if all of them were guards it would take one day for milgram to just. explode (the answer is yes)
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yaoisex · 2 months ago
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After re-listening to umi e many many times, I realized Yuuma is singing backup vocals for Imai in the chorus. I didn't know he was also part of the song, but that makes sense since Ritsuka was part of the making of this song.
I knew he was singing backup vocals for Yano on Fuyu no Hanashi with Ritsuka ver. And it's beautiful. ;___; The slight changes in Yano's singing... and then Yuuma in the background too. My heart.
And then there's yuigon by Centimillimental, which was already out earlier this month but I just listened to it today and it absolutely ruined me. It's literally Yuki's song to Mafuyu and my heart can't take it. The 'la la la la' like in Mafuyu's song... the scream like in Mafuyu's song... all the similarities were too much!! ;___; Imagine if Yuki's seiyuu was the one singing it ;____;
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sonia-kate · 11 months ago
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Ok, I guess that confirms it
From Twitter
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Mr. Yano's birthday at King-Ohger set
He's alive and back in black red!
I guess that solves it. At least for the next episode. Christmas is saved! XD
Everyone is so beaten up, though XD I imagine it's the final battle or sth
EDIT: Then again that could be from a flashback, damn! But I doubt he'd be so beaten up in a flashback and those short hair, plus other hints, so I guess we can be quite certain about next week's episode anyway!
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