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Whilst browsing my dash I came upon a couple of posts of yours. One being the citrus garland one, and the other being the completed pepper juice to the eye post. I've wanted to do citrus garlands for *years* but I am allergic to citrus. Only upon seeing your post did I realize that I should be fine if I wear gloves.
Now to the second post and my reason for being here. Forgive me for being a bit long-winded, I promise it goes somewhere. I am the director for the elementary DnD after school club. I had intended to run a wizard themed game, but multiple things got in the way and I was unable to get any of those ideas off the ground. However, my students did come up with what their wands were going to look like. And so I have a new quest: make wands for my kids. I have the wands themselves already made, and today I picked up things to make the wands unique (paint, gems, clay, etc.) But upon seeing your post about making the big batches of stuff to give away as gifts I went, "Ooh, I want to do that!" But I am no good in the kitchen so I turned to Pinterest for potential ideas. I saw many tutorials on how to make tiny potion bottles, and reached out to a friend who also hoards crafts like a dragon. I sought for her to make me stop, but truly I wanted permission to go for it. She suggested that I go all in and make a jar of homemade spice blend, decorate it with witchy stuff, throw in some fake potions, and make a whole gift box for the holidays.
So yeah, I guess I'm making wizard boxes now.
You should be able to use the orange drying method on most fruits, for what it's worth (persimmons, especially, give a very vibrant orange color, though they are still citrus) including apples and pears. So if the gloves don't do the trick, maybe try a different fruit entirely?
From the depths of my tiny bottles drawer: a handful of spell component jars, made for a campaign that's years ago now!
Spice mixes are fun, but because they generally go into hot beverages, maybe not the best option for elementary schoolers. Instead, may I suggest "mystery" powdered drink mixes, re-packaged into tiny potion bottles like the two above? You could label them and have a pitcher of water and cups with each character's name at the table, and let players dump the powder into their cup and drink whatever it is, either when they use a potion or as a spell component. (Small cups just larger than a shot glass may be preferred to stave off constant pee breaks.) You could also mix in festive sprinkles or food-safe luster dust for visual texture; a little extra sugar in most powdered mixes won't be highly noticeable.
But I do love the idea of a little wizard goodie box to take home! That sounds like a super fun campaign; I hope they enjoy it.
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FINALLY had time to play some Minecraft for the first time in a while and I just learned about all the new wolf variants, and you cannot tell me that Angel didnât tame and name the ones that looked like the guys (GN) in their wolf forms after them!
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted angel#poly.damn.ory#this has probably been said before but Iâm still pretty new to the redacted fandom so#you may forgive me I give you my permission#I canât decide which the others would be but I feel like Asher would either be rusty or spotted#David says he thinks itâs weird but like the tiniest part of him is like âof course Iâm also protecting you in a video game đ¤â#heâs like the littlest bit prideful over it lol#heâll never admit it tho
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Just glimpsed the cover of People magazine (I can read it free with kindle unlimited, sometimes I like to see what entertainment the old folks and straights are into, donât @ me) and itâs Prince Harry with an inset picture of King Chuck and the headline The Real Reason Theyâre No Longer Speaking. It really sums up the sincere readership as the kind of folks that write advice column letters asking why their ungrateful adult children (and most of their peersâ adult children) have gone no-contact, as though itâs a trend and something their offspring do to spite them that has absolutely nothing to do with them and their parenting in any way, shape or form.
#Iâd like to state for the record that i was well ahead of the curve having gone no-contact with my father in 2001#both of my folks have shuffled off this mortal coil and i miss my mother but yâknow#whatever about the old boy#i know this might sound harsh to people with loving parents but if you know you know#you donât have to be in contact with a person who dehumanized and abused you instead of caring for you#providing a roof over a childâs head is not a complete sentence nor the extent of a parentâs duty#even if it was âjustâ emotional detachment and lack of involvement that still warrants not having to keep a relative in your life#though most people i know who have gone NC had explicitly abusive parents/siblings i just wanted to state that it includes emotional absence#anyway if calling your mother hurts because she never asks about you and talks about your siblings all the time#or it never feels like youâre good enough and your father says heâs ashamed of you for not living up to his expectations#yâknow⌠fuck âem#you might have a therapist or mentor or someone who suggests playing nice or forgiving them#and they mean well but in the end forgiveness is for you and if you donât have a connection with them you donât have to do that#i never forgave my father to his face#just made peace with him being a complete stranger to me#and Iâm doing pretty well with it actually#that is my situation and yours may vary#but if youâve never considered that you donât actually have to pick up the slack or take the high road and be the better person#Iâm just giving you permission to think about it#one internet stranger with a shitty dad to potentially another#and remember once your shitty dad dies you no longer have to pay dues to the shitty dads club#anyway love you fellow survivors! bye! âĽď¸
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i want her to place me on her lap, holding my waist and guiding me as i ride her strapâtaking it well, like the good doll i am for her. she whispers sweet nothings in my ear, praising me for how well i'm taking her. her breath on my ear sends shivers down my spine. i can't help but moan softly, lost in pleasure. she kisses the side of my face, her hand gripping me harder, just as i like. i feel owned and she loves to be in control. we complete each other. her dominance is intoxicating, and i find myself completely surrendering to her.
i nestle my head in the crook of her neck as my moans grow louder. she pushes her hips up, the strap hitting deep inside me, and i see stars.
"you feel so good, baby," she purrs in my ear. "you're taking me so well." i whimper in response, overwhelmed by the sensations. "that's my good girl," she coos, nipping at my earlobe. "now ride me harder. show me how much you want it."
i obey eagerly, my hips moving faster, grinding down harder on her strap. the pleasure builds intensely, my body trembling with each thrust. i'm close to the edge, desperately seeking release, but i know i need her permission first.
"please," i beg, my voice a desperate whimper. "please, may i come?"
she chuckles, low and sultry. "not yet, baby," she teases as her hand travels up under my shirt, pinching my nipple and making me gasp. "i want to enjoy you a little longer." her hips thrust up sharply, and i cry out in ecstasy, teetering on the brink of orgasm but unable to fall over the edge without her command.
"i've been so good for you," i whimper as my nails dig into her shoulders. "please let me come." i moan desperately, my hips still moving, seeking release. "i'm so good for you, aren't i?"
she smiles, a mix of pride and desire in her eyes. her hand cups my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip. "you're perfect, baby," she purrs. "such a good girl for me." her hips thrust up again, making me gasp. "but i want to hear you beg a little more."
her hand slides down between our bodies, and her thumb brushes against my clit. i lose it completely, coming hard, my body trembling uncontrollably. my hips buck wildly as waves of pleasure crash over me, my inner walls clenching around her strap. i cry out her name, my voice a mixture of ecstasy and desperation.
"tsk, tsk," she chides, her voice a mixture of disappointment and amusement. "what have i told you about self-control? look at you, my eager little slut, not waiting until i give her permission to come. was i simply too much for my pretty little slut? did the pleasure overwhelm her so completely that she couldn't help herself?"
i lower my eyes, a mixture of shame and lingering pleasure coursing through me. "i'm sorry," i whisper, my voice trembling. "you just... you make me feel so good. i couldn't hold back." i look up at her through my lashes, hoping for forgiveness.
she raises an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and stern authority. "oh, my little one," she purrs, her voice low and dangerous. "you know what happens when you disobey, don't you?" her hand slides up my thigh, nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin. "i think it's time for your punishment, doll."
(men and minors do not interact)
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SAYING- to them
I love you..you may as well take my heart [....] it's already full of you. When I heard beautiful music I thought you'd like it. I've looked at flowers and known that one day ill give them to you.
...Xiao...wanderer...kazuha...kaeya...
Xiao
Speechless, utterly speechless...what- what is he suppose to say to that?
"i-...ah..um.-" is this a trick? Are you joking? Are you lying are you taking his feelings for a joke because...its not possible you or anyone could actually mean the things you just said
R-right y-..you must be playing a prank!
For thousands of year's he protected people suffered for the well being of others and never has anyone of those people said anything as sweet as what you just said
He turns to you ready to dismiss your claim to tell you to stop lying to him to stop playing pranks but...when he looks into your eyes, the sincerity behind them tells him all he need to know, and a quiet sob escapes his lips...then another, then once more
"i-i really hope...i-in the name of rex lapis you're not lying to me-.." his voice becomes small and weak at the end bearly a whisper.
He cries softly but this time for the first time in his life, his tears are those of happiness
Wanderer
Immediately defensive
"..i- I don't need flowers nor your silky words.."
He doesn't believe you. Not one bit he feels as though you're lying and if he shows you his true feeling you'll take advantage of him.
Your lying right? Your going to betray him if he shows signs of being weak. But then, there's the thoughts that linger...what if..what if you did mean it...? Then what?
He- he can't deal with this! So he does what he knows best. He runs. He runs away and hides too afraid to approach you again especially after he ran..
Wanderer hides beneath his blankets like a small child curled up with his legs touching his chest softly crying some sliffles leave his mouth
Oh he's done it now!! you're gonna leave him too!! He- he can't why did he run! And y-you haven't come to find him...that means it is true you've left him-
He stills...then there's another knock with your sweet voice on the other side gently speaking urging him to open the door for you even though the door is open you ask for his permission to enter his private space
He wants to tell you to leave. But..he can't
Suddenly the door opens and his body crashes into yours, he sobs into your clothes and begs for forgiveness he's sorry!!..and...he loves you
Kazuha
Lover boy is stunned
He's used to being the one who says all the romantic stuff he's the one who's so used to you being shocked and surprised by his honey words..
So..when it happens to him...he- he's speechless, he's never been in this sort of situation...hes not sure of what to say to you
You chuckled seeing him be so speechless, on the occasion that you say something really sweet to him he usually has a quick remark back, he usually says something sweeter...but, but this time..
"m...my- I-" what's he supposed to say to such sweet words!?
He finally gives you the reaction you want buy blushing heavily and hiding his face into his hands "i-im the one who usually says such sweet words..i-..im not sure how to react my love.."
He gently hides his face before pulling his hands away and giggling so cutely "..thank you"
For once in your life you've rendered him unable of saying something sweeter back to you
Kaeya
As much as pretty boy wants to act like he has experience, he doesn't.
Especially not with such romantic words from another directed to him
He's all bark and no bite, he has no clue on how to even process said information
Like kazuha he's used to saying such pretty and delicately crafted words,
Not once has someone ever said something even slight close to this to him
He stands there looking at your face dumbfounded- did you really say that? No- yo-you wouldn't say such a thing...and to him?? Really..?
He's skeptical at first, he doesn't take you seriously. He doesn't take your words seriously he just tries to brush it off as a passing comment or something you said but didn't mean...
But oh you were so sweet! So gentle with him reassuring him again and again no matter how many times he tried to brush it off, you did mean it! Truly from the bottom of your heart and soul!!
But he just can't find it in himself to be able to believe you..he trusts you but, why..him?
Surprisingly he sheds a few tears then blame you for making him cry as you comfort him and panic a little he smiles softly, the words you spoke to him, He's sure he'll never forget them.
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May i ask a headcanon list for Luffy, Sanji and Zoro reaction to their s/o being a cp0 agent?
A/N: I am just now noticing as I finish up this work that you asked for a headcanon LIST. Forgive me for the mix-up!
Characters: female reader x Luffy, Sanji, Zoro Cw: betrayal, angst with no happy ending Total word count: 1.6k
Double Agent
Luffy
âIt canât be,â Luffy muttered from the doorway. Â
Shit. You had been compromised. Luffy was supposed to be off in the jungle. How had he tracked you to this abandoned building?
âLuffy!â you hissed, stepping in front of the other agent. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI left that emergency steak with you,â he said, his eyes wide. You had promised him your lunch and forgotten to give it to him. Of course he followed the scent here.Â
âWe have to get rid of him,â the agent behind you said, reaching for his weapon. You didnât even know his name, but you couldnât let him kill the captain of the Stawhats.Â
âAbsolutely not!â you reached for your own weapon, glaring at him. âYou know our orders.â
âIf youâre position is compromised-â
âThen killing the captain isnât going to help much!â
The other agent raised his brow. âGetting soft? Theyâre pirates. Itâs reckless to let him live.â
You scoffed. âYouâre the one being reckless. Leave him be. We can still watch from afar.â
âThis is a joke, right?â Luffyâs shaky voice came from the doorway again, full of uncertainty.Â
You steeled yourself and faced him, putting on a bored face. âIt is no joke. Iâm afraid Iâve just been sloppy in covering my tracks.â
âYou canât be CP-0.â His face slowly turned to rage. âYou would never-â
âApparently youâve sparked the interest of some very important people.â
The man behind you clicked his tongue in disapproval. You were saying too much. But you needed Luffy to leave here. He had to leave alive.Â
Luffy stared into your eyes, and you swore he was staring into your soul. âI refuse to believe this is the real you. I know you. I love you. This isnât you.â
âYou donât know me at all, Monkey D. Luffy.â You put an extra taunt in his full name. âYou have no idea who I am or what I am capable of.â You gave him a wicked grin, letting the worst parts of yourself out into the open for him to see.Â
âCome back to the Sunny,â he begged, unphased by the wickedness on your face. âWe can figure it out together.â
âI have no reason to return there. Besides, you would just make me a prisoner when I set foot on deck.â
Luffyâs brow furrowed. âI would never restrain you-â
âLeave, Luffy.â You tried your hardest to keep the desperation out of your voice. âLeave now, or donât leave at all.â
âPermission to terminate, then?â The Agent took a step towards Luffy, and it took everything in you to remain where you stood.Â
You pulled out your weapon and threw all of your hate into the stare you gave Luffy. âLeave.â
âThis isnât over until we talk-â
You fired a warning shot, missing his head by a centimeter. âLeave.â
âIâll get you back. This isnât over,â Luffy promised, and then he walked out the door.Â
Sanji
âThis is an interesting place for a picnic, my love!â Sanjiâs kind voice rang out amongst the trees. âWhere are you hiding?â
The other agentâs eyes widened. âYou left a trail?â she hissed.
âNever,â you whispered back. âI-â
âThere you are!â Sanji launched himself toward you, wrapping you in a hug. âAnd who is this fine young woman with you? Did you bring company?â
The agentâs hand moved to her gun, and you gave one quick shake, trying to prevent her from blowing your cover.
âJust a friend,â you said between gritted teeth. âWe were just saying goodbye. Could you give us a moment, Sanji?â
âThe lady can stay if sheâd like!â Sanji quickly said. âI have plenty-â
âI would never sully myself with such company,â the woman snapped. She looked at you. âYouâre being called back in.â
âNo,â you shook your head. âNo, thatâs impossible.â
âCome on,â the woman said. âNo more use for appearance. Weâll leave him alive for now.â
Sanji, somehow, kept up a smile. He had no idea what was occurring, but you could tell that he was nervous.Â
âMy love?â He asked, looking at you with a forced smile and worry in his eyes.
âI have to go, Sanji.â You shouldered your backpack with everything you had collected.Â
âNo,â he said softly. âYou can stay. I donât know who this woman is but-â
âThis woman is your loverâs superior,â the woman said. âAnd she never loved you. She was just using you for intel.â
âNo. Tell them, my love. Tell them what a mistake they have made.â
It wasnât supposed to hurt this much. He was a pirate. You were a government agent. It was supposed to be easier than this. You were used to betraying people, and yet this created a strange ache in your chest.Â
âI work for CP-0,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady. âI was tasked to infiltrate your crew and obtain records. Watch you all from the inside.â
âImpossible-â Sanji said
But you had to keep going. You had to break him so he would never come looking for you. âI chose you because it was the easiest. You had access to everything. And when I needed to look for specific things, I added sleeping medicine to the tea you served everyone. It was too easy.Â
âI donât believe you.â Sanji had tears in his eyes now. âIt wasnât all fake.â
You sneered at him. âYou were so desperate for love, you accepted the bare minimum of affection without a second thought.â
He slumped to his knees, his eyes getting a far-away look in them. Your heart cracked, but your face showed no emotion as you looked down at him. âIâm only letting you live now so you have to live with this failure. But I will come for you one day. And I will kill you.â
He gave a single nod of acknowledgement, as if he had expected this; as if he deserved it.Â
He didnât deserve it. You didnât deserve him. But if you showed an ounce of weakness, you knew the agent next to you would kill him. So you turned and left, knowing that his empty stare would haunt your dreams forever.Â
Zoro
âYou wanna tell me what the hell is going on?â Zoro shouted. âWho the hell is that guy?â
The agent next to you fired a bullet before you could react, and you cried out in warning. But the bullet only met steel. Zoro had sliced right through it.Â
âI knew you were getting weak. No wonder they wanted to pull you from this mission,â the agent chuckled. He kept his gun aimed at Zoro, but was watching you carefully.Â
No. No. How had Zoro found you? He was the last person who should be here right now. He always got lost. How on earth had he found you?
Zoro was still staring at you, waiting for an answer. He didnât even bother to acknowledge the man or the weapons he had.Â
âStand down,â you growled between clenched teeth.Â
âI do not take orders from you,â the agent snarled back.Â
Zoro was still watching. Hell, how could you play this to get him out alive? You couldnât have him getting hurt. You had already said your goodbyes in letters to the crew. You had made up some reason to leave. But Zoro, of all people, had managed to find you.Â
âIâm leaving the crew!â you shouted to him.Â
A trace of hurt passed over Zoroâs face. âYouâre taking some government recruitment position over us? You canât be serious.â
âNot recruitment,â the agent next to you purred, and you froze. âHave you ever heard of CP-0, Roronoa Zoro? Of course you have. You were at Enies Lobby, werenât you?â
You stiffened at his words. You could see Zoro trying to figure out the secret meaning the man was taunting home with.Â
Just leave, you begged silently. Please leave.Â
But the agent sent to retrieve you was not finished burning bridges for you. âYour âcrewmateâ here isnât a new recruit. No, theyâre a seasoned veteran of the organization.â
Zoro stilled. Only his fingers twitched, itching to reach for his blade as he watched you with predator-like senses.Â
âZoro,â you whispered. You werenât sure what to say, but you had to say something to him.
âGo. Get out of my sight.â You could see him shaking. From rage, most likely. From betrayal.Â
The agent next to you gave a humorous laugh. âDo you think we are going to let you live?â
âWe are letting him live,â you said, too quiet for Zoro to hear. âThat was the agreement.â
The agent gave you a wicked smile. âHe brought this upon himself, following you out here.â
âLet him go,â you snarled softly. âOr you will not leave this island.â
You had been baited. You knew it the moment his eyes lit up. Proof that your allegiance was to the Strawhats over CP-0. Proof that you needed to be reprogrammed in some capacity.Â
He waved a hand lazily at Zoro. âYou may go. We have to go as well. We have some work to do.â
You gave Zoro one last look, trying to convey how sorry you were about everything. He shouldâve just stayed on the ship, read the damn letter, and accepted that you had left the crew. Â
Your eyes met Zoroâs just for a moment, and then you turned away and followed the agent down the path. And as much as you wanted to, you didnât look back.Â
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𫧠Bubbles of love đŤ§
Exactly one year ago, a very special game was released for the Nintendo Switch:
𫧠Super Mario Bros Wonder đŤ§
And it's a game that I loved and enjoyed so much, that I decided to write a little something to celebrate it! đ
As I mentioned here, I came up with this idea when I was trying to fall asleep a few nights ago and wrote it in one go the following evening. Don't even ask me how, because I always take FOREVER to write a story, but in this case, and as shocking as it sounds, this story is short.
Yes. You read it right: short. Again, I don't know how, but without setting a precedent, I was able, for once, to write a story that is actually short đ
Anyways, thank you so much to those of you who reacted to the aforementioned post to try and guess what this story might be about! You're about to find out... and I'll just say a few of you got it right đ¤ (And those who didn't, you gave me amazing ideas... I may or may not be taking notes for the future đ¤đ)
I hope it's okay that I tag those of you who showed interest, as well as some folks who I believe might enjoy this 𼰠Of course, if I'm wrong, you're more than free to ignore this post, and please forgive me for bothering you đ
@megamagimugi @kelbreyworshipper @pepperycar @peaches2217 @bberetd
@itsavee4117 @coffeecat1983 @keakruiser @doodleydoo101 @stripetkattelalala54-gf (no rush at all of course! Take your time đĽ°)
@smokszyvverstar @eleventhhourfactor @marioandluigi1983 @c-lavanda @zocchini37
@teegeeteegee @akiiame-blog @dragon-fly34 @wahooitsamee @supergay-64
My beloved big sis @vulpixfairy1985 deserves a special mention, as you'll find a part in this story that might remind you of her beautiful story A moment together đ¤đ Thank you so much for giving me permission to do so, dear sister! đ
Without further ado: enjoy! đđŤ§đ
As always, you can continue reading under the cut! Likes, comments, kudos, reblogs and any kind of feedback is always more than welcome! đĽ°đ
𫧠Bubbles of love đŤ§
Mario can't stop looking at Peach.
Heâs been staring at her in rapt attention for a while now. Specifically, since heâs seen her touch the Bubble Flower that has caused her familiar pink dress, which suits her so well and which Mario adores dearly, to turn a shade of purple, though not a very dark one. Peach has immediately begun to throw bubbles to catch the enemies that were stalking them, facing them without hesitation, bravely and keeping every bit of her characteristic elegance untouched.
And Mario has confirmed, once again, that heâs absolutely and irremediably in love with her.
Now, fortunately, the road theyâre following is completely clear. Theyâve all stopped to rest together in a clearing in Pipe-Rock Plateau, and Peach, her power-up still on, is sitting on a rock and chats absentmindedly with Toadette. Mario is not even aware that heâs smiling wider than ever as he watches her; heâs just reveling in her infinite beauty, her long golden hair and deep blue eyes that resemble two sapphires, and her gestures and expressions, never lacking in sweetness and demureness.
Mario suddenly finds himself lost in thought, his mind filling with the moments they shared together on their first visit to the Flower Kingdom a year ago. How much Peach was surprised when the Piranha Plants started singing, just before she started smiling and clapping as she let herself be carried away by the music, being the first of the whole group to do so. The various races with their friend Wiggler, with whom they had such a great time, despite the dangerousness of some of the places they ran. The unexpected Halloween-themed party they stumbled upon when they arrived at Fungi Mines. How Peach liked to chase him as they dived into Petal Isles, making reaching the finish in the watery areas a fun and always healthy competition. The catchy and lively music with which the Ninjis greeted the whole group when they arrived at their hidden disco in Sunbaked Desert and how Peach enjoyed jumping to the rhythm of their melody.
The wonderful feeling of flying away clutching his cap while Peach did the same at his side, which gave them the opportunity to share a brief moment of complicity and fun that belonged only to them.
A sigh escapes Mario's lips. What heâd give to relive all those moments with his beloved princess just one more time.
What heâd give to muster the courage to go one step further and declare his love to her at last.
A loud laugh startles him and brings him back to reality. Puzzled, he turns his head in search of the source of the laughter. He smiles immediately when he notices Daisy, who, not much farther away, pulls Luigi's hand, who is also laughing, although a little more shyly and nervously. Mario notices that both of them are also using a Bubble Flower, as evidenced by Luigi's pink shirt and hat and his green overalls and Daisy's purple dress. A sudden memory assaults Mario's mind: his little brother, completely blushing, confessing to him, without looking him in the eye, that he loves how well Daisy looks in purple, as according to him, it matches perfectly with the yellow of the edges of her skirt and with her auburn hair. And, besides, it's her favorite color.
Mario's smile is full of tenderness as he watches his beloved little brother being carried away by his fearless princess. Daisy is creating bubbles incessantly and, without letting go of Luigi's hand, she starts bouncing on them, dragging the younger plumber along with her. Mario watches them while he remembers another special occasion: that time when, after taking Luigi to Sarasaland in his Odyssey ship, he began to create bubbles near the princess' balcony to invite her and Luigi to share a moment together. Mario recalls how much fun they both had, holding hands as they danced on the bubbles, the purest and most primal happiness radiating from their every gesture and face.
Mario couldnât be happier that theyâve decided to recreate the scene they shared back then, this time being in charge of creating the bubbles themselves. Tenderness dances in his chest as he witnesses how his twin, despite his initial insecurity and reticence, gradually gains more confidence, no doubt infected by Daisy's boldness and the self-assuredness she gives him. Marioâs heart fills with joy when a laugh finally bursts from Luigi's lips, showing that all traces of fear have been buried under layers and layers of fun and bliss.
With dreamy eyes, Mario watches as, in a matter of seconds, Luigi and Daisy are dancing in the air, holding hands and surrounded by bubbles that seem to be in tune with their movements. A giggle escapes Mario as Luigi spins Daisy around and then holds her around the waist, Daisy's arms around his neck. His little brother is quite a ladiesâ man.
A soft giggle then reaches his ears. Mario's attention is immediately diverted to Peach, who, like him, looks at the couple and seems touched by the happiness they radiate. It is at that moment, watching the princess cover her mouth with her hand, always so restrained, with her golden hair falling in waves down her back and her distinctive heart-shaped bangs crowning her forehead, that Mario gets the idea.
He doesnât miss a beat and starts turning everywhere. Fortunately, his search soon pays off: not far away, at the other end of the clearing, he spots a block that, he hopes, hides a Bubble Flower. He rushes to it without a second thought, but on the way, heâs assailed by the possibility that itâs an Elephant Fruit or a Drill Mushroom. What will he do then? His plan will only work with a Bubble Flower... Although there might be something he can do for Peach if he finds himself transformed into an elephant. After all, he's pretty good at improvising.
He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he reaches the block and looks at it while giving himself a few seconds to catch his breath. His fate is locked inside that bright yellow box with a white question mark inscribed on it. His mind tries to come up with ideas, options that he could carry out in case he doesn't receive the desired power-up, but Mario has never dealt well with uncertainty.
So, without further thought, he jumps up with his fist in the air.
A beautiful flower with a pink center in which two black eyes gleam, surrounded by purple petals which, in turn, are encircled by other petals, these of a snowy white, welcomes him.
Mario laughs and lets out a shout of victory before jumping back up, hand outstretched to touch the flower at its very center. As soon as he does, he notices how his body absorbs the power-up and performs a small spin in the air as his clothes change color, his blue overalls turning red and his shirt and cap turning pink. Before he hits the ground again, heâs already created his first bubble.
Satisfied, he quickly turns around and makes sure that Peach hasn't noticed anything, as she has resumed her conversation with Toadette. A little further on, Mario is surprised to see that, among the bubbles, Luigi and Daisy are now dancing closer than ever, their mouths very close to touching. He looks away immediately; even though theyâre in a clearing with their other companions, he understands that this is a very intimate moment for his brother and the princess of Sarasaland. He tells himself that he has to remember to congratulate Luigi later, but not before teasing him a little as any good big brother would do.
Determined, Mario stands with his back to everyone and begins to carry out his plan. First he creates a huge bubble to serve as a base, and on both sides of it he places two others, also very large. He has to stifle a giggle as he realizes that heâs inadvertently formed a head that reminds him of a certain very famous mouse whose tone of voice is quite similar to his, or so he has always been told. He doesn't think there are that many similarities, but he's gotten used to the jokes.
He shrugs and continues with his task. He continues to blow and originate large bubbles that he places in the appropriate positions and climbs through them as his creation takes shape. He has no idea how long it takes him, but during that time, short or long, only he and his plan exist. He completely forgets where he is and who is around him. He can only recreate in his mind Peach's beautiful face, the living image of grace and pureness, as he works tirelessly. How will she react when she sees what heâs done? Will she be very surprised? Will she be happy?
Will she be... horrified?
Suddenly it occurs to Mario that, perhaps, what heâs doing is too bold, too obvious. He may indeed be taking a big risk. With his hand outstretched and about to blow yet another bubble, Mario thinks for a few seconds. Should he stop? Should he go on? What if it's too much?
However, he immediately shakes his head. He knows he wants to do it, no matter what, and that nothing could stop him. Not when resolve courses through his veins like a fast-flowing river and floods every corner of his body.
Besides, he loves the power of creating bubbles, bouncing on them and feeling himself fly higher and higher, and what better way to finally take the step of expressing his feelings for the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom than to use them?
Mario forces the torrent of tremendous thoughts that appear in his mind to stop and ignores the rapid beating of his heart. Firmly, he finally blows and creates a new bubble with which to perform his plan, and skillfully directs it to the point where he wants to place it.
Whatever happens next, Mario is willing to take the risk.
When, at last, he blows the last big bubble that puts the finishing touch to his work, Mario sits on it with a soft snort, eyes closed, and runs his sleeve across his forehead. He smiles absently and gives himself a few seconds to enjoy the sensation of being high up. Thereâs not much distance between the ground and where he stands, but itâs enough for him.
When he opens his eyes, however, his serene smile is replaced by an expression full of the most infinite surprise.
At his feet, a large part of his group of friends has gathered. The two Toads and the four Yoshis gaze at his creation with amazement gleaming on their faces. Nabbit is there too, his head tilted back so as not to miss a detail, but the scarf covering half of his face prevents Mario from reading his expression clearly. Even Luigi and Daisy have abandoned their close dance to come closer to watch, and theyâre both beaming with smiles full of admiration and eyes shining with enthusiasm. When his glance meets his brother's, Mario smiles sheepishly as Luigi gives him an energetic thumbs-up while winking approvingly.
Next to his twin, Mario spots Toadette, who is clapping enthusiastically, and he waves at her quickly as his brain starts to process that, if she's there, that means...
Indeed, standing by her side is Peach herself, causing Mario's throat to suddenly go dry as his heart skips a beat.
His beloved Peach, for whom he has just built a huge heart made of bubbles.
His beloved Peach, who gazes at the result of his efforts with wide eyes as she covers her mouth with both hands.
His beloved Peach, whose sparkling sapphire eyes meet his own.
Mario is speechless. Are those... tears? He can't tell for sure, as he stands at a certain height, but he could swear heâs seen something glistening in the evening sun on the sides of his princess's beautiful eyes.
To say that his heart is bouncing in his chest would be an understatement.
Embarrassment invades Mario in a sudden surge that sweeps everything in its path. He hadn't counted on having such an audience. He had hoped it could be something private, something to share only with Peach. Of course, considering that the whole group is gathered in the middle of a clearing, he supposes it was too much to ask.
Still, the plumber puts his hand to his mouth and blows again. He sends the new bubble floating gently to Peach's very feet, and she lowers her head for a moment before raising it again, questioning him with her gaze. Despite the insecurity that always floods him when it comes to her, Mario nods, his lips drawing a nervous and somewhat crooked smile, and hurries to blow a second bubble that he also sends down, though at a slightly higher distance than the first one.
And Peach, without taking her eyes off Mario, lowers her hands to grab her purple skirts and begin the ascent.
Mario's heart swells and sings as he notices the wide, radiant smile adorning the pink lips of his beloved princess.
He forces himself to hold back a giggle of joy and keep blowing. His eyes never leave Peach's, who, in turn, can't take her eyes off him. Mario watches as his princess climbs towards him, those deep eyes getting closer and closer, her approaching him as if in slow motion. His rapid heartbeat thunders in his ears, but heâd love to continue living this moment forever, to extend it in time, to never end the sweet anticipation of knowing that, soon, his princess will be with him.
He never wants to stop looking at those eyes, which, as he very well knows, can never, ever have an owner, because of the simple fact that theyâre not of this world.
However, sooner than he expected, Mario finds himself having to look up slightly, as Peach has finally reached him. They both gasp slightly, but the princessâ smile is so wide and shiny, brighter than the sun itself, that Mario doubts there can be anything in the world that would be able to erase it. He was about to create a new bubble, his hand outstretched, so instead, he extends his arm a little and offers it to Peach. She lets go of her skirts without a second thought and accepts his hand, her slender, delicate fingers resting gently on his rough, calloused palm.
Mario can hardly believe his luck.
Quickly, he leans to one side and invites Peach to sit next to him in the bubble that closes the heart, which she does with diligence and gracefulness, their hands still clasped together. The instant Marioâs brain registers that his beloved princess has just taken a seat next to him and that their fingers, despite the gloves, remain touching, he feels like he might faint. The outside world disappears completely for him, as does the entire group that continues looking at them on the ground. He barely hears, as if in the background, the voices of Luigi and Daisy as they urge the others to disperse to give the couple some privacy.
At this very moment, only he and Peach exist.
When they look at each other, she seems to want to tell him so many things. Why he has just created an entire heart made of bubbles, perhaps. Why he's invited her up, only her. âYou're crazy,â even.
Peach doesn't utter a word, however. She doesn't need to, for her bright, expressive eyes speak for her. Mario senses that theyâre communicating, that theyâre speaking despite the absence of words, that theyâre having a conversation that only they understand, a conversation that springs directly from her heart and reaches into his own.
And yet, despite this, he could never have foreseen what Peach does next.
She raises her hand, causing the touch between them to break. For Mario, it's like having a little piece of his heart ripped out, like his lungs shrinking in size. He will recover, however; for a few precious seconds heâs held his princess's hand between his fingers, and nothing can take away the joy that this brief but intense contact has caused him.
Even so, before he has time to understand whatâs happening, Peach's palms rest on his cheeks, so that sheâs cupping his face with infinite tenderness. Mario has just short-circuited again, so heâs unable to react. Unless melting inside and feeling his face burning like the fiercest fire counts as a reaction.
And suddenly, with the swiftness of the blink of an eye, Peach's lips land on his.
Mario's heart stops suddenly.
Suddenly heâs no longer there. Suddenly, heâs gone up to heaven and heâs not even aware that heâs done so. Suddenly, his eyes can do nothing but close, his ears cut off from the outside world, his hands rise to rest on Peach's hips with a certain possessiveness that he doesn't know where it comes from, but that heâs unable to contain.
Suddenly, Mario is in heaven and does not intend to come back down.
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Guide for Black Doms to make white sissy
Found this Guide on another unrelated site;Â it describes how to make white bois into sissies for use by Superior Black Masters, and would willingly submit to have this done to me!
This is a guide for Superior Black Men that want to usurp their rights over crossdressing white boys. I will tell you the weaknesses and inner desires of white boys, so that you may more easily enslave and own them. If you want an obedient and addicted white boy, read on.
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1) Getting a real meeting with a boy is the most crucial part of beginning the white boy emasculation.
The rest comes easy and naturally for the sissy boy. Most fantasize about being forced into it. They like the risks and are completely aware that it is a slippery slope. Blackmail and Domination is part of what they want. On some level, they want and feel they deserve to lose their identity as a man and to serve Superior Men. More than anything in the world. Any kind of resistance is just part of what the fantasy; white sissy boys have a desire to be freed from their choice. Younger and not married are more desirable.
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Degrade and humiliate him in your emails. Ask him how small his little pee pee is. Tell him how you will slap his face with Your Superior Cock. You will put him on a leash. Sissy âs like to hear confirmation they are not real men. Call them a girl. Tell him he has a girly ass. Or if he is skinny, call him petite and effeminate. Ask him if he likes looking at a picture of Your Cock. Give him a female name as a reminder. On the reverse, make him call you Daddy (this is the absolute most humiliating name you can use, but Sir or Master work well too). If he doesnât, tell him you will punish him. Try and get a phone number or address before he can back out. Always push to meet sooner.
2) Establishing follow up sessions. This is where most sissy boys get away. My greatest advice here is to ask the sissy if you can record and take pictures of him for your personal collection. In the moment, they will tend to say yes and do it. A simple picture of him on his knees sucking your cock could well be the key to his entire enslavement. You only need suggestively say you like the picture and want to send it to his friends if he is reluctant to meet. Record him every time after.
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Chastity is another way. This is better long term and for training. Just like other males, white sissy faggots have that moment of wake-up and sometimes regret when they finally cum. They will do anything before that moment, but can feel like they went to far once cum. Not allowing them to cum will keep them submissive, turned on, and obedient. You can do whatever you want for however long you want. They on some level, even like the denial. They feel trapped and needy to be nice to you.
If they are resistant to this initially, you can keep pushing it, and just put it on them if you can convince them to be tied up. Forgiveness over permission. Use a device that cannot be removed without a key.
During the first meeting, make them cum, be verbal, make them tell you what a bitch they are. Make them promise they will be your sextoym. Make them give you their word they will suck you next week.
3) Training will transform the white sissy into a total, obedient slut. You should not let them cum more than once a week. Suggest tying them up when you let them cum and you take off the device, so they have no say if it comes back on. Prolonging how long they cum will make it more intense and they will have much less chance of regret. You can anally train them to cum without stimulation from their little white penis and eventually to cum without being hard. Google sissy gasm. Teasing around their butt with your fingers will help. The goal is to have them only cum from anal stimulation. If you have to, make them wait another week if they canât do it without touching their tiny pee pee. Stroke them from behind like a bitch so their cock is pulled behind their legs. If theyâre really are unable to cum after two weeks. Also suggest stroking like this the first time you meet them until they cum.
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4) After some time, you may introduce more changes to the white sissy. Changes that cross the âpoint of no returnâ will keep a white boy as a sissy longer than anything else. They may resist to these ideas, but you can keep pushing it on them, and on some level they want it more than anything in the world. Ultimately, it is their choice.
Shaving smooth will make a huge difference in how girly the sissy looks. If you are keeping the sissy shaved,, You could eventually encourage the sissy to get laser hair removal.
Another suggestion would be a tramp stamp or other tattoos. Perhaps âsissy slutâ, âEmilyâ, âBBC Ownedâ. You could have her do a trial with a Henna tattoo or just go all the way. Permanent makeup is another humiliating way to feminize the white sissy.
The final step is the one white sissy boys think about the most. They feel it is their destiny and that is a final step to submitting and giving up their ego for humiliation. Hormones. Two types, anti-androgen and estrogen. Estrogen will have the most effects, such as face breasts, and submissive tendency. Anti androgen will make them more petite, less muscle, and make their tiny pee pees even smaller. You can find more online about it. Whatever you want of them, tell them they need to look pretty and pleasurable for Men. And that they are better off this way. Affirm it is who they are on the inside.
5) Enslaving the sissy is the goal. Establish Dominance and always push the little white boys to say they are inferior. Treat them like a sextoy. Text them you want blowjobs on random days. White sissies should be your on-call fuck toy. Punish them when they are bad. Use chastity to control their rewards. You can do whatever you like, turn them into a live-in maid if you like or a discreet obedient sex slave.
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CASE 143 | HAN JSUNG
forty-one | Iâm in charge now, baby. (written + social media)
Han Jisung smirked, his eyes were full of mischiefs.
ÂŤÂ -Youâll never have her back, Han. 
And thatâs at this exact moment that Jisung snaps and he throw the first punch towards the boyfriend of the girl he still loves.
A lot of screams could be heard, Lee Minho grabbed his best friend by the arm and pushing him back.
ÂŤÂ -Sungie, heâs not worth it.
-He stole my girl. 
Suddenly, a sweet and gentle voice could be heard, Han Jisungâs favorite melody.
ÂŤÂ -Iâm not your girl, Han. Not since you decided to go back to your fucking ex and fucked her while pretending that you were in love with me. 
His body is frozen, his heart is beating so fast in his chest.
ÂŤÂ -I-Iâm so sorry, baby..Â
-Sheâs not your baby anymore, sheâs my fucking girlfriend. 
It was the turn of Jaehyun to snaps and try to punch Han Jisung in the face but Bahng Christopher grabs his arm.
ÂŤÂ -Donât.
-Channie? What are you doing ?
-He may be not my friend anymore but at some point he was, so please, donât.
-You are taking his defense now?
-Iâm not. Itâs stupid. Fighting for Y/nie. Sheâs a grown ass woman that can decide for herself, you donât deserve to treat her like that. I know that you love her Jaehyun, but you know damn well what you got yourself into when you started dating her.
She told you no at first, but you insisted knowing what her feelings were and she said yes. Let her decide. 
Jaehyun looked intensely at L/n Y/n, the woman was biting her lips, tears in her eyes and thatâs all it took for him to snaps again and go for Jisung once more, punching him.
Han Jisung punched him back, the both of them were fighting.
 -S-stop guys, p-please.. 
The words of Y/n were only some murmurs but Jisung heard them, heard the crack in her voice and he immediately stopped, letting Jaehyun that didnât seem to have heard or even care, punching him again and again.
 -J-Jae..please.. 
But he doesnât listen to her, he was still punching Jisung when L/n Y/n looked at Christopher with pleading eyes, and he took Jaehyun, pushing him off of his ex-friend and looked at Jaehyun, a look of disapproval in his eyes.
ÂŤÂ -She asked you to stop. Why didnât you?
-Because he fucking deserves it !
-What he posted on twitter wasnât cool but what you just did isnât better. Looks at your girlfriend. She asked you something almost crying and you didnât listen to her. But the one who isnât her boyfriend did, he stopped. 
Jaehyun doesnât say anything, keeping his head low.
L/n Y/n looked at Jaehyun, shaking her head.
ÂŤÂ -I-Iâm sorry, Jae..forgive me.. 
And thatâs how L/n Y/n and Han Jisung found themselves in the bedroom of the latter, just sitting on the bed and looking at each other awkwardly.
 -So.. 
Han Jisung tried to spoke but the look that Y/n gave him was stopping him instantly.
 -No. You are gonna let me talk, okay, Han? 
He nods, biting his lips.
ÂŤÂ -What you did was such a dick move, telling me you love me and then going to your ex and letting her giving you hickeys? What the fucking hell man? I thought what we had was fucking special ! You wrote me a song ! You told me I was your volcano..I thought you really loved me ! I fucking loved you, I would have did anything for you, for fuck sake Han, you donât have a say in who I date because you dated her ! You saw her while you were with me..Why ? Why did you do that..? 
The young woman started crying, putting her hands in front of her face, sobbing violently and all Jisung could do was taking her in his arms, giving her the best hug ever and patting her back, whispering some ÂŤÂ Iâm sorry  into her ear.
And when she was done crying, she looked at him and without thinking, crashing her lips into his, kissing him harshly. She puts her hands all over him, touching him everywhere she can and Jisung groans into the kiss, pressing her into the mattress and looked her in the eyes, asking for permission and she nodded.
With her consent, he started kissing her neck, caressing her curves and she leaned her head, giving him more access. Jisung bit and licked her neck before going lower, removing her shirt. Once he had discarded it, he kissed down her breasts, her stomach, her thighs and when he was finally faced with her pussy, he made eye contact with her, lifting her skirt before kissing her clothed pussy. She moaned softly and grabbed onto his hair, pulling it.
ÂŤÂ -D-donât tease, Sungie.. She begged, feeling needy.
And he obliged, slowly getting rid of her panties before licking a long stripe up her folds, groaning in pleasure at the taste.
 -Taste so good, baby. Gonna be my favorite meal, I just know it. 
Y/n giggles and suddenly moaned, Jisung licked at her clit like a champion, fingers now inside of her. He quickly found her sweet spot, eating her out like his life depended on it.
She started to shake, her hips bucking up and Jisung put his hands on her hips, to stop her from squirming around under him as he kept eating her out, trying to make her reach her high.
And finally Y/n snapped, her toes curling, her mouth wide open, as she moaned loudly and her hand tightened on Hanâs hair. She closed her eyes as she came, hard, squirting all over his face and he gladly kept on licking in order to drink every last drop she gave him.
He crawled up her body, kissing her passionately once her reached her lips and she grabbed his arms and flipped him off of her before crawling on top of him.Â
ÂŤÂ -Iâm in charge now, baby. 
She smirked down at him.
He groaned at her words, causing L/n Y/n to smirk down at him before she started to kiss his neck, leaving hickeys in the shape of her initials on his veiny neck. She giggled and moves lower, getting rid of his shirt and pants, giving her access to stroke his already hard cock. The sight of him now naked, made her bite her lip before kissing the tip of his head.
 -So big, baby.. Fuck, I need to feel you inside me. 
She slowly aligns herself on top of him before slowly and sensually sinking herself down around his throbbing cock, moaning his name loudly as she felt him splitting her open.
She started to bounce herself on his dick, riding him, causing him to put his hands on her hips, thrusting hard and fast into her. She moaned loudly from on top of him, screaming his name, already feeling her second high approaching rapidly.
 -Gonna cum again, S-Sungie 
She moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure.
 -Cum for me, my volcano.. 
He groaned in response.
And with his words she came, harder than ever, clenching around him, creaming all over his cock.
ÂŤÂ -W-where do you want me to cum, babyâFuck..feels so good and tight around me..
 -I-inside please..please, need to feel you fill me with your cum.. 
Her words pushed him over the edge, making him shoot his load inside her with a loud moan.
She get off of him, laying next to him, panting.
ÂŤÂ -Be my girlfriend again. I know you just broke up with Jaehyun but please, be mine again..
-I-I donât know Sungie..Iâm afraid that youâll do the same with Sooha again.. 
He bites his lips, caressing her lips and Han Jisung looked at her in the eyes.`
ÂŤÂ -Iâm sorry, so fucking sorry, my volcano..I guess I was still affected by her, not in love with her but..I dont know how to explain this..But I fucking promise to never go back to her, baby.. 
Y/n bites her lips.
ÂŤÂ -Promise..?
-Yes, my baby..
-Okay, Iâll be your girlfriend again, Sungie.. 
He smiled, his heart was beating faster and he kissed her passionately, feeling complete again.
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Great Leader Character Who Doesn't Know How Deep The Loyalty Their Teammates Have For Them Prompts
When the team goes out of their way to fight someone attempting to harm Leader but never mention it
A team that consistently remembers Leader's personal life (family, friends, town of birth etc...)
Getting excited when Leader calls them for a specific job or by their name
"Shhh... No one should be talking when Leader is."
Teammates that often joke around with each other openly with Leader
Everyone wants Leader to sit beside them
^^^To avoid this, Leader usually just sits next to their Right-Hand
"I know how you can't eat gluten so I cleared my entire kitchen to bake you this cake."
When Leader says no, they understand
Leader leaves for business for a while and the rest of the group have internal distress
"Look Leader, I tattooed your name onto my back."
Giving the best part of their food to Leader
Asking Leader for permission
Arranging surprises/celebrations for Leader
Withholding information that may only further burden Leader
Leader gets the bed if there isn't enough available for the team
^^^Everybody sleeps on the floor because Leader refused the offer
Medic's undying devotion to Leader means they always heal them first
Someone in the group always has an extra blanket, shoes, umbrella etc... to give to Leader
Opening the door for them every time
"Here you go!" "The remote controller was right in front of me, you didn't need to do that."
The collective relief the group feels when Leader appears safe or is there to rescue them from trouble
Leader is forgiving to the Traitor but everyone else holds a grudge
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Hey. I heard you wrote for gn reader? AHEMFNSUDHDJSJDJDJ IM SO AHHHHH/pos
Forgive my manners. Could I have a Malleus with a very sleepy s/o? Like they can fall asleepâŚanywhere
Even in dangerous situations đ and like Malleus just falls in love with them even more.
If not, no worries! I saw your repost and I was eating that up so good đ please and thank you sm!!!
Character(s) | Malleus Draconia, Silver
Type | Romance, Fluff
A/N: SO SORRY IT TOOK A BIT LONG HERE KITH KITH KITH
Mhm..." it was the only sound that came out of you. It was the last class of the day. Trein's class...the most boring of them all.
Trien was talking about some magical sorcerer or something, you didnt really pay attention. You where just trying to stay awake, Rubbing your eyes occasionally or yawning..maybe scratching your arm. All in a weak attempt to not drift off.
"Hey," Sliver said, poking your cheek with his pencil end. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked, a slight concern lacing his voice.
"Barely...I do this so much. I stay up on my phone, and then regret it the next day...doesnt help im already tired normally."
Silver chuckled, spinning his pencil in his hand. "I get that..not the phone part but y'know, just being..tired. all the time."
Not long after, classes ended, and right there was Malleus waiting by your class door. "Ah, child of man. How was your day?" He asked, grabbing a hold of your hand.
Still rubbing your eye, you replied "it was fine i guess. Jeez, im so tired. I swear im about to pass out..." you complained. "Oh my, let us go to my dorm, it would be best if you didnt pass out on the floor like Silver."
"Yeah, i guess so...Wheres grim?" You asked, worried for you little friend. "Do not worry, I believe he is with Trappola, Spade, and Rosehearts."
Sighing in relief, your mind was put to ease by his words. Soon, both of you left to his dorm, he held your arm tightly. Making sure if you did pass out, he would catch you immediately and make sure you didn't fall to the floor.
Getting to the dorm, you practically fell to his bed. "My, your quite comfortable, are you not?" He chuckled, sitting on the bed as it slightly dipped down. You groaned, shifting and moving around to find the perfect spot.
It wasnt long until you were absolutely comfortable and very sleepy. Malleus laid next to you, he reached his hand out towards to you. "May I?.." He asked permission to hold you. You nodded and yawned slightly.
Malleus wrapped his arms around you, holding you carefully and delicately. As if any pressure would shatter you.
"My love.. I am glad that I get to see you everyday. I am glad to be your lover. Each glance that you give me, every smile that we share, all our moments together, I treasure them all. I am proud to be with you, your kind heart had no bounds... I love you."
Awh. How sweet... But you where already asleep by then, his low and smooth voice luring you to slumber.
"Ah.. I suppose I will tell you again when you awake." He kissed your head gently and closed his eyes.
"Rest well my dear."
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I'm coming to DEFCON! On Aug 9, I'm emceeing the EFF POKER TOURNAMENT (noon at the Horseshoe Poker Room), and appearing on the BRICKED AND ABANDONED panel (5PM, LVCCâ-âL1â-âHW1â11â01). On Aug 10, I'm giving a keynote called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE! How hackers can seize the means of computation and build a new, good internet that is hardened against our asshole bosses' insatiable horniness for enshittification" (noon, LVCCâ-âL1â-âHW1â11â01).
As per the uje, I've arrived upon a Saturday with a backlog of links that I have not managed to squeeze into the week's newsletters/blogs, so it's time for another linkdump, 22nd in an erratic series. Here's the previous 21:
https://pluralistic.net/tag/linkdump/
Let's start with some seasonal material, and by "seasonal," I of course mean Hallowe'en. Yes, August is the official start of Spooky Season, and yes, I am a monster for insisting on this, but being a monster is the point of Spooky Season (which is what differentiates Spooky Season pushers like me from the creeps who insist that you need to start prepping for Xmas in late September â they're monsters, too, but Yule Monsters are bad) (with the exception of Krampus).
I was a monster kid and now I'm a monster adult. It all started when I was bitten by a radioactive Haunted Mansion at the age of six:
https://memex.craphound.com/2012/10/22/how-a-haunted-mansion-addict-fell-in-love-with-the-greatest-ride-on-earth/
I am a sucker for all things monstrous, and so I was intrigued when I got a book of "creepy-cute" stickers in the mail from a publicist at Simon & Schuster:
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/The-Creepy-Cute-Sticker-Book/Gaynor-Carradice/Creepy-Cute-Gift-Series/9781507222515
"Creepy-Cute" turns out to be an official designation, embraced by the illustrator GaynorCarradice, who has created several books on these lines, featuring her chibi/monster crossover creations, which do exactly what it says on the tin, by which I mean, there's some genuinely creepy stuff in the mix, along with the cute.
It's when the cute pastels rub up against the gore, skulls, eyeballs and other visceral viscera that these illustrations really kick off some heat â I've rounded up a few of my favorites here:
https://craphound.com/images/creepycute.jpg
One of the surefire signs that Spooky Season is upon us is that the (sometimes NSFW) Tumblr account Halloweenlandmotherfucker emerges from dormancy with a stream of images of vintage Hallowe'en cards (these were a thing!), photos of people in costume and other delightful visual novelties:
https://www.tumblr.com/halloweenlandmotherfucker
Monster culture isn't just for Hallowe'en, of course. The ancient and noble tradition of compiling and publishing bestiaries is alive and well, thanks to RPGs. In the beginning, there was the D&D Boxed Set, with its Monsters and Treasure booklet:
https://www.americanroads.us/DandD/ODnD_Monsters_and_Treasure.pdf
Then came the Monster Manual, the first hardcover D&D book, succeeded by the Fiend Folio, which featured Charlie Stross creations like the githzerai and slaad, Indeed, there was a whole, iconic library of hardcovers that fit perfectly in an oversized backpack that I dragged everywhere so that I could obsessively read and re-read them.
Eventually, these gave way to new hardcovers with new rules as well as new corporate owners (Wizards of the Coast, then Hasbro), culminating in the release of the Open Gaming License, an "open content" license that was a) grossly defective; b) largely irrelevant; and c) hugely controversial in 2023, when Hasbro terminated it:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/12/beg-forgiveness-ask-permission/#whats-a-copyright-exception
The Open Gaming License purported to license out game elements that weren't copyrightable (rules, tables, etc), as well as material that you could likely use under copyright exceptions like fair use:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/01/beware-gifts-dragons-how-dds-open-gaming-license-may-have-become-trap-creators
And worst of all, it was revocable, so games publishers who tooled up to publish supplements and sourcebooks based on the OGL could have the rug yanked out from under them at any time (that time turned out to be early 2023).
Hasbro's OGL rug-pull had three salutary effects:
I. It gave gamers a crash-course in what was â and wasn't â copyrightable in an RPG design;
It encouraged game developers to look beyond D&D's OGL rules and into truly open (and often superior) alternatives; and
It inflicted so much reputational harm on Hasbro that, 20 months later, they announced that they would release a new set of D&D rules under the Creative Commons Attribution Only 4.0 license:
https://www.dicebreaker.com/games/dungeons-and-dragons-5e/news/dungeons-and-dragons-2024-srd-wont-be-another-ogl-fiasco
Now, CC BY 4.0 is a real-ass license. Notably, it corrects a defect in the earlier versions of the CC licenses that gave rise to a class of predatory copyleft trolls like the odious Pixsy:
https://pluralistic.net/2022/01/24/a-bug-in-early-creative-commons-licenses-has-enabled-a-new-breed-of-superpredator/
If Hasbro follows through on their promise, the new CC materials will kick off with the 2025 release of the next edition of the Monster Manual:
https://dungeonsanddragonsfan.com/new-2024-dnd-monster-manual/
It's wild to think that tabletop RPGs are now a cutting-edge way to learn about digital policy, but on the other hand, D&D arrived in my home around the same time as my Apple ][+, which was also around the time I first heard the name Ronald Reagan (rest in piss).
The legacies of the 80s â RPGs, digital technology and Reaganomics â cast a long shadow. Last month, many of us discovered the hard way that Reaganomics â specifically, the embrace of monopolies as "efficient" â has produced a world of unimaginable brittleness. Millions of people around the world found themselves cut off from ATM cash, flights, hospital care, and many other essentials thanks to the Crowdstrike Blue Screen of Death outage. While many of the explainers have focused on how Crowdstrike fatfingered a software update that crashed all those computers, there's been a lot less commentary about how it is that one company had it in its power to do so much harm.
Writing last week for EFF's Deeplinks blog, my colleague Rory Mir tackled that (far more important) issue:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2024/07/crowdstrike-antitrust-and-digital-monoculture
Market concentration â monopoly â is the common thread wound around so many of our daily horribles. Think of the tech billionaires who threw in their lot with Trump last month. How did they get to be billionaires? Monopoly power. Remember back in 2017, that notorious photo of the tech industry meeting at the top of Trump Tower, with Peter Thiel at Trump's left hand?
https://techcrunch.com/2016/12/14/donald-trump-meets-with-tech-leaders/
People were appalled that this group of corporate leaders, who between them controlled virtually all the technology in our lives, would debase themselves by paying fealty to this buffoonish would-be dictator.
But far more consequential was the fact that you could fit everyone who controlled all of our technology around a single table. Once everyone important to an industry can fit around a single table, it's only a matter of time until they find a table to sit around, and that's when it all starts to go wrong. As the Communist firebrand Adam Smith once wrote, "People of the same trade seldom meet together, even for merriment and diversion, but the conversation ends in a conspiracy against the public, or in some contrivance to raise prices."
Enshittification starts with market concentration. This is a subject I'm going to be going very deep on next Saturday, when I give my Defcon keynote, "Disenshittify or die! How hackers can seize the means of computation and build a new, good internet that is hardened against our asshole bosses' insatiable horniness for enshittification":
https://info.defcon.org/event/?id=54861
When I give that talk â and afterwards at my book signing â I will be wearing an N95 mask, just as I did last year. Why am I wearing a mask? Two reasons: first, Long Covid is a horror. One of the best writers I know â a living legend â recently told me that their book-writing days are likely done because of Long Covid brain fog.
A new Lancet article gets deep into the science of Long Covid:
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S014067362401136X
The principle author of the Lancet article is Oxford health professor Trish Greenhalgh, who gave an excellent lay summary in her newsletter:
https://independentsage.substack.com/p/long-covid-a-dystopian-game-of-pinball
In particular, Greenhalgh describes why some people don't get Long Covid, and some people do â and, most important, explains why the fact that you didn't get Long Covid last time doesn't mean you won't get it next time:
https://independentsage.substack.com/p/long-covid-a-dystopian-game-of-pinball
So I don't want to get covid, and so I'm gonna wear a mask. Because masks fucking work. A new study reveals just how well they work:
https://www.thelancet.com/journals/ebiom/article/PIIS2352-3964(24)00192-0/fulltext
The study shows that wearing any mask, even without knowing how to fit it well, offers substantial protection against both contracting and transmitting covid. Even better: wearing an N95 (even without paying attention to correct fit) offers "near perfect" protection against covid:
https://today.umd.edu/n95-masks-nearly-perfect-at-blocking-covid-umd-study-shows
I didn't get covid at Defcon last year, and I didn't get it at HOPE, and I didn't get it on our family vacation in July â all events where friends got sick. The difference? I wore a mask. Which works.
OK, I need to go work on my Defcon speech some more, so I'm gonna sign off, but I will leave you with just one more link, the wonderful new public domain image search tool, Public Work, which crawls and indexes the Met, the NYPL, and other sources:
https://public.work/
I rely on public domain, CC and other freely usable clip art to make the collages that accompany this newsletter/blog's stories. While I have very little talent in the visual arts, I'm getting steadily better. I mean, look at this amazing image I womped up for last week's story on Bitcoin bros' election campaign finance fraud:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/doctorow/53893519593/in/album-72177720316719208
You can see a collection of my recent collages in my Flickr gallery for them:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/doctorow/albums/72177720316719208?sd
Support me this summer on the Clarion Write-A-Thon and help raise money for the Clarion Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers' Workshop!
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/03/smorgasbord/#creepy-cute
Image: Anne Lindblom (cropped) https://www.flickr.com/photos/kajsawarg/3600415175
CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/
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NCT 127 AND PLACES THEY WOULD FUCK YOU
(just so yk this is dirty asf and inspired by my moot @neoculturecollectives)
Taeyong
On a High rise balcony
I said what I said
He likes to show off his pretty things
and that is exactly what you are
OMGGGGGG
If someone happened to see you both...
"Be a good girl and show them just how much you love my cock"
HE WOULD WANT YOU TO BE LOUD
And the toys he would use???
pleaseeeeeeeeee
the vibrator that he's been fucking into you for the past 3 minutes???
and you better not cum bitch
NOT WITHOUT HIS MF PERMISSION
Makes you spread your legs wide so
"Everyone can look but they will never be able to touch"
MAKES YOU SQUIRT OVER THE RAILING!!!
a stranger probably thought it was raining or something
Johnny
The dark VIP section of a very much alive nightclub.
Let's get one thing straight
YOU WILL BE ON HIS LAP!
He wouldn't try to be discreet
If you're gonna ride him
Ride him properly babe
or else heâll take matters into his own hands
and bend you over the table and fuck you
And yk we've discussed this
He's 100% fucking a baby into you
When he cums
he's cumming hard
so hard that it actually starts to run out of you
uses his tip to push it back into you
then slaps his tip on your clit and laughs as you tremble
ALSO
YOU WILL BE GIVING HIM A BLOWJOB!!!!
as I said earlier
he will not be discreet
"The men over there a touching themselves so go ahead and give them a show sugar plum"
Yuta
In the dressing room at one of his concerts specifically 5 minutes before he has to go on
It may seem like a short time
because it is
but It's Yuta Nakamoto we're talking about
He's making it work
Fuck a condom (Ya'll better wear protection and don't play with me)
He's going in rawwwwww
I'm sorry but
no foreplay
he ain't got the time for that
the most you'll get is a slap on both your tits
and him roughly palming you
then he forces himself inside of you
one word
BEAST
THIS AIN'T ABOUT YOU!
understand that this is one of the rare times
where he doesn't care if you cum or not
once he's done
HE'S DONE!
"This pussy is mine so I'll use it how I please."
Doyoung
IN A CHURCH!!!!!!
Everyone say thank you ANDYYYY
@neoculturecollectives this is because of you (yall go look at her blog rn and you'll see what I'm talking about)
IM SO SORRY BUT...
Doyoung would fuck you in the bathroom while the sermon is going on đđ
He would also fuck you at the back of the bus on the way to the annual church picnic
DARE I SAYYYY
RIigth after bible study toooo
And this ain't no regular fuck
THIS IS THE P0RNST4R TYPE OF FUCKINGGGG
spit would be everywhereeee
leaving the bathroom with a white stain on your brand-new church dress...girrrlllllll
The smirk he would give you knowing he did that
and he'll do it again
The same fingers he uses to skip the pages of the Bible
are the same fingers that were inside of you a couple of minutes ago
Made you squirt all over the bathroom mirror
"We'll ask for forgiveness after but right now, this will be our dirty little secret okay?"
Jaehyun
In a crowded elevator
Jaehyun has class and etiquette I swear.
But when your ass is rubbing against his cock in a crowded elevator
He's...tempted
doesn't matter what type of bottoms you're wearing
he's finding a way to fuck you lmaooo
slow and steady because unlike Johnny
he'd try to be discreet
pretends to adjust himself but in reality
he's just trying to thrust a bit deeper without making it obvious
he cums messily babessss
his hips would start to buck
beads of sweat would be all over his forehead
would let out a low groan.
even when you get to your floor he's staying on until everybody leaves
fucks you while looking into the elevator camera
I SAID WHAT I SAID.
"Such a dirty and classless slut you are"
Jungwoo
On a hiking trail when it's most active
like animals
yall are fucking in the nearby bushes
He uses a condom
he's a good boy
but he's also fucking you on the bark of a tree
so...
don't worry though
I promise he makes it worthwhile
Loves to use his fingers
when he sees someone coming
he'll use one hand to cover your mouth
and the other to finger the daylights outta you babeeeeee
USES HIS LEG TO MAKE SURE BOTH OF YOURS STAY OPEN
note: he doesn't care if you came 100 times
you are doing that shit again
also
DOGGY STYLE!!!!
like actual animals
"Just one more time. Come on baby show me how far you can go."
Mark
In the practice room while he's on a 10-minute break
First of all
Baby is frustrated as hell
and also in a rush
Trust me when I say
HE'S PUTTING THOSE BIG ASS MIRRORS TO USE!!
oh hell yessssssss
yall got ten minutes
and he turns you into a damn gymnast
There is a s3x position called
"Seashell"
OH YESSSS
and you better look in that damn mirror
omgggg
makes you watch through the mirror
as his cock slowly sinks into you
in reverse cowgirl position
in less than ten minutes
he makes you squirt all over the mirror
and cums in your panties and tells you to put them back on.
"Don't you fucking dare take your eyes off that mirror"
"Even if my cum is dripping down your legs don't take those panties off "
Haechan
In a supply closet LITERALLY ANYWHERE
A classic hookup place
but when I say ANYWHERE
I mean it could be a Walmart, a school
a church
An office
bitch it doesn't matter
as long as a supply closet is there
he's ready
ALWAYS does it raw (Again, please be smart yall use protection)
Even when he's not in a rush
he fucks like he is
rough
and extremely harsh with his wordsđđ
Gets carried away sometimes
and overstimulates you
yall started out standing
but he will fuck you to YOUR KNEES!
don't play with him
Makes sure you're okay when he's finished
and he's ALWAYS the first to walk out of that closet
with a smirk on his face and your panties hanging out of his picket
No, he wouldn't try to be discreet.
"Such a need whore. Practically begging for my cock"
"Aw, are you crying because it's too much? Stupid Slut"
#nct imagines#nct yuta#nct fanfic#nct taeyong#nct dream#nct doyoung#nct fluff#nct 127#nct smut#nct scenarios#nct mark#nct taeil#nct jaehyun#nct jungwoo#nct johnny#nct haechan#multifandomslxt
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Hear me out maybe you are pregnant and when itâs time to give birth alessia is there for everything and itâs just super sweet
Pregnant // Alessia Russo
Being pregnant was exhausting. The belly was always in the way, you craved weird food combos and often had mood swings but still you loved being pregnant. You loved that there was a tiny human in you and that you and Alessia would soon be mommies.
Since Alessia knew that you were pregnant she treated you even more like a princess.
If you woke up late at night, craving bacon with honey she would make it. If you craved Ice cream and mc donalds fries she would buy them. She did anything for you, even If that meant that she needed to drive to Mc Donalds at 3am. It didnât matter; what her wife wanted her wife got.
On free days, Alessia would lay in bed with you, her hands always on your tummy. Knowing that you were pregnant made her the happiest woman alive. "Hi, hereâs your mama. I love you very very much" she would whisper against your baby bump. And when you were asleep she would admire you, scratch your belly and ask herself how she got so lucky to call you her wife and the mother of her child.
When you found out that you were pregnant you were so nervous. You didnât know how Alessia would react but her reaction was pure joy. That night she kissed, loved and cherished you.
Now 9 months into pregnancy there was the chance that it could happen any day. The italian knew that and because of that each day which she had to leave for training was hard. She was afraid that she wouldnât be there on time when you gave birth. She wouldnât forgive herself. As well she didnât want to leave you alone. The thought that something could happen was freaking her out. So you found a solution that worked for you. Due not being able to have her phone in training you had the phone number of one of the staff members who was always with the team. So If something was wrong he immediately could tell your wife. And during breaks she had permission to call you to check on you. The whole united team agreed to this because firstly, they would want the same thing if they were in Alessias position and secondly, they know that the striker is better when she knows youâre fine.
May 25
Alessia was as usual at training while you were at home with her mom. The italian had asked her mom to visit you every now and then if she wasnât at home, just to be sure. And when you went to grab a glas of water for you both, you felt it. Your water broke. "Carol" you shouted with your arms resting on the kitchen counter.
The baby was about to come.
As soon as you sat in the car you gave Carol your phone to call the staff member. You werenât in the state of mind to do that. While you were panicking, Carol was the calm itself.
Alessia already felt that something was off and when the staff called her name she knew. "your mother just called-" he couldnât even finish his sentence as the blonde ran off. The only thing in her mind: you. She ran in the changing room to grab her keys, she didnât bother to change out of her gear. There was no time for it anyways. Not even 15 minutes later she stormed into the hospital. "Y/n Russo! My wife! Sheâs pregnant" she was out of breath.
"Amore" she sighed in relief as she saw you. With two quick steps she was next to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
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Your hand squeezed Alessias so hard, her free hand wiping away the sweaty strand of hair off your face "Youâre doing great" she whispered. Alessia didnât know what to do. She was nervous and excited yet she hated to see you in pain. Your body was in so much pain and while the midwife told you what to do, every so often you looked at your wife. She calmed you, she eased your pain.
Everything was a blur, you remember that the midwife directed you, the pain that left your body by the last push and Alessia holding your face. "You did it!" a loving kiss was pressed to your forehead.
"Hereâs your son" the midwife laid him on your chest. You were in awe as well as your wife. "He looks beautiful" the italian said while you thought the exact same thing. Tears were streaming down your face "weâre mommies" you cried. "Yeah" a teary Alessia answered. She felt so much pride. Her fingers stroked his little nose which scrunched up as a reaction. It was the cutest thing ever.
At home she made you breakfast, lunch and dinner. While you fed your baby boy. At nights when he cried Alessia was the first to stand up to go to him. Most of the time she pushed you back in bed, telling you it was her turn and that you should rest. The first few days after giving birth you were grateful to go back to sleep but after a few days, now back with new strength, Alessia and you did it together.
One night you figured out a quick way to put him back to sleep (singing lullabies and stroking his nose).
It was a precious moment. It was around 3am when you heard the baby cry. You took him out of his crib and his crying stopped immediately. His blue eyes (which he definitely had from his mama) looked at you. Alessia came up from behind, hugged you and started to sing an italian lullaby. Your baby boy yawned, his eyes grew sleepy and when your finger stroked his tiny nose he fell asleep.
You use it every time you want him to fall (back) asleep.
You laid in Lessiâs arms, holding your sleeping son "I love you both much" was whispered as she rested her head on top of yours.
A picture perfect family.
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Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden Drama CD Translation â˝ Vol. 4 Mukami Saga â˝ Track 3ăťAbout 'Him'
Original title of this track: ăăŽćš (1) ăŽă㨠Voiced by Sakurai Takahiro (Ruki), Suzuki Tatsuhisa (Yuma), Kishio Daisuke (Azusa), Kimura RyĹhei (Kou) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (as always, BIG thank you to @karleksmumskladdkaka!)
TRACK 1ăťTRACK 2ăťTRACK 3ăťTRACK 4ăťTRACK 5ăťAFTER STORY
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
This is the fourth volume of the Lost Eden drama CDs! I'll make separate posts for each track and update the links above as I go. This is the third track on the CD, containing a good dose of spice ( â¸â¸Â´ęł`â¸â¸) I keep forgetting how slowly Azusa talks so by the time I finally got around to translating this track, I actually finished it in less than an hour... Happy listening and reading along!
Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
00:00 Kou: Ah⌠Itâs like Iâm being brought back to life! I know they always say bath time is when all your everyday troubles just fall from your shoulders (2), but it actually is. Ah? Kitten, why are you sitting all the way in the corner like that? Are you embarrassed? You looked pretty confident before you changed into that towel, though. Hehe. How cute.
[You ask him where you are.]
Kou: Hm? Oh, right. Lord Karl Heinz built this place for us when he took us to Eden. To remind us of our former humanity even after we became vampires, in a way. He was kind. He really was, but he was pretty much the vampire to rule all vampires, you know? Sometimes, he could be cold as ice, and quite strict, too. I donât know what itâs like to have parents, but if I had a father, I wonder if he would be like Him.
[You desperately try to carry on the conversation.]
Kou: Ah, you donât have to try so hard to follow that up! I forgive you. However... could you comfort me? The scent of your blood is so strong. I wonder if itâs because of the bath. Itâs been difficult to resist since we got in⌠Let me drink. Youâre fine with it, right? Well, I would dig in even without your permission, thoughâ
[Kou bites you.]
Kou: Mm⌠Ah⌠Delicious. Tasting you fresh out of the bath is heaven already, but the taste of your blood while weâre in the bath is the best, too. Give me moreâŚÂ
[Kou bites you again⌠until Yuma and Azusa come in.]
02:42 Yuma: Ah! You predictable asshole.
Kou: Ah? Oh, Yuma. Youâre late.
Azusa: Eve⌠Your face is⌠very red.
Kou: And you too, Azusa!
[Kou turns to look at you.]
Kou: Ah, it really is! Youâre so red youâre practically glowing!
[You immediately lose consciousness.]
Kou: Huh? Kitten? Hold on!
Yuma: Ah, sheâs passed out.
Kou: AhâI mightâve gotten a little carried away.
Yuma: âA little,â you say?Â
[Yuma punches Kou.]
Kou: Owâitâs not worth punching me for, though!
Yuma: What? Donât exaggerate. I barely poked you.
Azusa: Eve? Are you⌠alright?
Kou (in the background): Yeah, well, try thinking about the difference in strength between us.Â
Azusa: EveâŚ? Pull yourself togetherâŚ
Kou (in the background): You may think you only poked me, but Iâm your weak little brother Kou and youâre the big, beefy guy. That makes it practically the same as punching me!
Azusa (to you): Ah, youâre too far goneâŚ
Yuma (in the background): What, youâre admittinâ to being a weakling? You are by far the most headstrong out of all of us, though.
Azusa: It canât be⌠helpedâŚ
[Azusa lifts you out of the bath.]
Kou (in the background): Thatâs harsh! Câmon, Yuma. How can I enjoy myself when youâre being so mean to me? (3)Â
Yuma (in the background): Huh? The fuckâre you sayinâ? Thatâs got nothinâ to do with it.
Kou (in the background): That has everything to do with it!
Azusa (to you): Letâs go somewhere more⌠quiet, and cool⌠Alright?
Kou: How do you not understand? Itâs my damn right toâhuh? What? Kitten?
Yuma: Sheâs gone! How?!
Azusa: Hehehe⌠Eve, I caught youâŚ
[The scene shifts to âyourâ room. You wake up in your bed with Azusa beside you.]
04:37 Azusa: Are you⌠awake?
[You shoot upright.]
Azusa: You might be surprised⌠right? Eve⌠this is your room. You lost consciousness in the bath, so⌠I brought you here.
[You look down to your body in a fit of panic.]
Azusa: Itâs okay⌠Iâve already dressed you⌠and dried your hair. I wouldnât want you to⌠catch a cold, EveâŚ
[You get embarrassed.]
Azusa: Oh⌠your face is red. Are you still⌠not feeling well?
[You shake your head.]
Azusa: Thatâs a relief⌠Would you like something⌠to drink? You have to stay hydratedâŚ
[Azusa pours you a glass of water.]
Azusa: I have plenty of experience with⌠passing out after staying in the bath too long, as well⌠Whenever that happened, Ruki always told me⌠to drink a lot of water, soâŚ
[You ask him about it.]
06:22 Azusa: Well⌠I used to enjoy hurting myself, but⌠When you go into the bath with fresh wounds⌠it stings, right? It heightens the pain⌠So, thatâs why I would⌠soak in the bath for too long⌠But Lord Karl Heinz would get upset with me⌠so I stopped doing it. Oh⌠You have to drink some water, thoughâŚ! Iâll help you⌠so please stay down⌠okay?
[You nod.]
Azusa: Can you⌠lift your head, just a little?
[You do as he says.]
Azusa: Alright⌠here, drinkâŚ
[Azusa lifts the cup to your lips and you drink, but some of the water spills.]
Azusa: OhâŚ! You spilled a little⌠Iâll wipe it offâŚ
[Azusa wipes off the water and pats you dry.]
Azusa: Itâs okay⌠Your clothes arenât that wet⌠Would you like some moreâŚ? You donât have to hold back⌠I will do whatever you wishâŚ
[You thank him and tell him youâre okay.]
Azusa: Oh⌠I see. Ah, Iâm sorry⌠I wanted to take care of you a little longer, so⌠Itâs no goodâI shouldâve told you⌠just like Kou did⌠You look troubled⌠Iâm sorry. Itâs my faultâŚ
[Azusa comes closer to you.]
09:41 Azusa: I donât want to⌠trouble you⌠If I did⌠I wouldâŚ
[Azusa shakes off his indecisiveness and lifts himself on top of you.]
Azusa: I should just be honest and tell you⌠that I would like your blood⌠Iâve only touched you a little, but⌠my desire is so strong⌠I canât hold myself back⌠I wonder if itâs because⌠Kou drank from you earlierâŚ
[Azusa leans in.]
Azusa: Iâll only take a little, so⌠Itâs okay⌠right?
[Azusa licks your neck and bites down.]
11:12 Azusa: EveâŚ
[After a little while, thereâs a knock on the door. Ruki comes in, which startles Azusa.]
Azusa: OhâŚ!
Ruki: Dinnerâs ready.
Azusa: Ruki�
Ruki: Come downstairs before it gets cold. Donât play around with her too much.
[Ruki closes the door.]
Azusa: Iâm not playing around with you, thoughâŚ
[Azusa lifts himself off of you.]
Azusa: Iâm sorry, EveâŚ
[Azusa helps you up.]
Azusa: Letâs go⌠You must be hungry⌠right?
[The two of you go to the dining room.]
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
ăăŽćšďźăăďź: Lit. âthat person.â The Mukamis always use this (relatively neutral) term to refer to Karl Heinzâeven though they rarely call him by his name, everybody knows the only person they could be referring to is Karl Heinz. It wonât really stand out in the title of this post but I always translate this term as âHe/Himâ with a capital H, mostly because you could argue that the Mukami brothers revere Karl Heinz almost as though he were a deity.
He actually said ă風ĺďźăľăďźăŻĺ˝ďźăăŽăĄďźăŽć´ćżŻďźăăăăďźwhich literally translates to âa bath is like washing your lifeâ but that sounded a little odd, and ĺ˝ďźăăŽăĄďźăŽć´ćżŻďźăăăăďźalso just means to kick back and âcast off the drudgery of everyday life and doing as one pleasesâ according to Jisho.org (my favourite online Japanese dictionary, by the way).
Couldnât figure out for the life of me what Kou was yelling in the background at this point (half the sentence was muffled because of the splashing sounds) but judging from the context, I think he said something along these linesâŚ
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Sovereignty, Citizenship, and the Bookshop
Credit to @flameraven for scripts
Read on Ao3 at: Sovereignty, Citizenship, and the Bookshop (1702 words) by indigovigilance Summary: The rules regarding who may enter the bookshop, and who may give others permission to enter the bookshop, are revealed by events rather than exposition. Parallel themes surround the Bentley. In this meta I generate a theory of sovereignty and citizenship as it pertains to the Bookshop, and what that implies about a statement Crowley makes and Aziraphale's final decision in S2E6.
What actually is the Bookshop?
First, Aziraphale explains to Crowley:
S2E5: AZIRAPHALE: We're perfectly safe in here. Technically, this bookshop still counts as an Embassy.
But then, speaking to Shax, Aziraphale further defines the bookshop:
AZIRAPHALE: Out of the question. Might I remind you, that this bookshop is technically an independent embassy. Being a former outpost of Heaven, and as suchâŚ
Which doesn't actually make any sense.
An embassy, by definition, is a satellite of another larger nation. It is usually the residence of an ambassador, and is considered the "soil" and jurisdiction of the home country, regardless of where it is in the world: "An embassy is considered âforeign soil,â meaning that it operates under the jurisdiction and laws of the home country, not the host country (the country where the embassy is physically located)." [ext source]
So an embassy, by its basic definition, cannot be independent. It's an oxymoron. I'll interpret this to mean that the Bookshop constitutes its own nationstate (and that Aziraphale just doesn't say it that way because he's a funky little guy).
Bookshop: A Sovereign Nation of Two
There has been extensive discussion about why Crowley seems never to have told Aziraphale that he was living in his car, and why, if/when Aziraphale figured it out, he didn't say anything about it. (I wrote a meta discussing how we know that Aziraphale knows by the beginning of S2E4 that Crowley is living in his car. Additionally, in S2E6, Aziraphale doesn't seem to look particularly surprised when Crowley announces to the room that he's tired of living in his car; you can interpret this as being distracted and phased out but I don't think Aziraphale is ever so dissociated that he would miss a statement like that and simply not react. So by then, he certainly knows.)
I posit that Crowley did not ask to move in and would have refused to do so even if offered for one very simple reason: moving in would have made him a citizen of Bookshop, and therefore a point of vulnerability for Aziraphale. Because as he explains to Shax in S2E3, he can't technically invite her in:
SHAX: if you won't let me in⌠CROWLEY: Not technically something I can do.
Of course, Crowley is a demon: he could be lying. But let's take the statement at face value, since Shax, also a demon, who seems reasonably familiar with the rules of entry, doesn't question it. So Crowley, by never establishing citizenship, ensures that he can never be coerced or tricked into letting anyone into the Bookshop. He maintains his foreign entity status on purpose to protect Aziraphale.
One more note, in passing: Crowley stays at the shop in S2E3 and S2E4, but he has been charged by Aziraphale to "mind the bookshop, and Gabriel." His role is more akin to a house-sitter than a houseguest. He's there on work visa, and it does not establish citizenship.
So Crowley isn't a citizen of Bookshop. But someone other than Aziraphale is.
S2E1: MAGGIE: I can be out of here in two weeks. AZIRAPHALE: Out of here? Why? Don't you like it anymore? MAGGIE: Oh, Mr. Fell, I love this shop! I've loved it since I was a baby. But I know how behind I am on rent. (âŚ) MAGGIE: You can't just forgive me eight months' rent. AZIRAPHALE: Oh, I can. I'm very good at forgiveness. It's one of my favorite things. Now, you have paid your rent, I have my music, and I know exactly what I'll be doing for the next 21 minutes. [he giggles and leaves] (creepiest most disturbing giggle in all of cinematic history BUT ANYWAYS)
We've established that Maggie not only is a tenant of land owned by Aziraphale, but that her accounts are all paid up. Her citizenship (or at least, permanent residency) is secure. If simply renting out the space wasn't enough, we learn that she is a fourth-generation resident of the space owned by Aziraphale, which started inside the bookshop itself, and so Maggie may have been born into citizenship. Either way, the consequences of this arise in S2E6:
AZIRAPHALE: Maggie, what just happened? MAGGIE: I⌠I think I might have just told them they could come in.
Crowley can't tell demons that they can come in. But Maggie can. My explanation for this is because she actually lives (and is up on her rent) in a territory of the nation of Bookshop. It could be posed that Maggie can invite demons in because she is a guest of the ball, and so this is a temporary power, but Crowley was a "guest"/house-sitter and didn't have this power, so I reject this explanation and affirm it as a citizenship/residency power.
The Metatron's Offer
At time of writing, the fandom has spent two months trying to figure out why Metatron offered Aziraphale the job of Supreme Archangel. Was it to get him back into Heaven where he can keep a closer eye on him? Was it to get him away from Crowley? Did Metatron realize that he is a wellspring of power and wants to tap into it for nefarious purpose?
I'm going to propose a different, much simpler reason: he needed to get Aziraphale out of the bookshop. To explain that, we look to a line that Crowley delivers during the Conversation:
CROWLEY: I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell, they're toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say? AZIRAPHALE: Come with me⌠to Heaven. I'll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference. CROWLEY: You can't leave this bookshop.
Hang on, didn't Crowley just say that they should run off together? Why is he now saying that he can't leave the bookshop? These statements seem contradictory, but through the lens of sovereignty, they're not. You see, if Aziraphale goes off to Alpha Centauri without rejoining Heaven, the Bookshop still belongs to him and constitutes the sovereign nation over which he rules. It is the anchor and touchstone of his independent status. What ever new residence they establish will, in turn, be an embassy of that "independent embassy." The Bookshop then (I hypothesize, and posit that Crowley does too) grants Aziraphale protection from Heaven and Hell no matter where he is in the universe.
A Brief Aside on the Mechanics of Satellites
We have some evidence that Bookshop rules extend to wherever Aziraphale happens to be "residing," in that when Aziraphale borrows Crowley's car, Shax must trick him into giving him permission to enter (S2E4):
HITCHHIKER: I'm so sorry, can you be an angel and give me a lift? Only m-my car's broken down and my phone's dead. Just to the next town, there's a garage there. AZIRAPHALE: Oh⌠yes, well⌠I suppose you better climb in, then.
Thus establishing that, theoretically, Crowley and Aziraphale could "go off together" and still have the protection of the Bookshop.
The Consequences of Aziraphale's Final Decision
Crowley tells Aziraphale that he cannot leave the bookshop, but then we know that Aziraphale takes the job and ascends to Heaven. Metatron looks extremely relieved. No sooner do they ascend than Muriel enters the bookshop, where we know Metatron has placed them. Let's take this point by point.
The Bookshop is no longer a sovereign nation
By rejoining Heaven, Aziraphale has reclaimed his citizenship as an angel of Heaven. I'm going to go ahead and say (for sake of argument and because it is thematically consistent) that Heaven does not honor duel citizenship. Therefore, Aziraphale has given up his citizenship of Bookshop, but as it still belongs to him, it is now territory subject to the jurisdiction of Heaven. Muriel has been placed there as a representative of Heaven. Having been (we can surmise) the only "independent embassy" in existence where both angels and demons had to ask permission to enter, it is once again a good and proper embassy of Heaven.
This is important because now, neither Aziraphale nor Crowley have any place to go that is protected from both Heaven and Hell.
Muriel has unfettered access to Aziraphale's collection of books
My very simplistic theory for why Metatron went to so much trouble to get Aziraphale to cede control of the Bookshop is that he needs access to his collection of books. Specifically, he needs a certain Scrivener who enjoys reading to set up camp there and peruse every single book. This is because he is looking for something.
Gabriel left Heaven with a large box; he arrived at the Bookshop with an empty box. We can punt around all sorts of possible reasons but let's say, for sake of conjecture, that Gabriel stole the Book of Life on his way out to protect himself and Beelzebub from erasure. We don't know where the Book is now, but Metatron (who doesn't know the box was empty) has good reason to believe that the Book of Life is somewhere in the bookshop. But it's too dangerous to admit that they've lost track of it, so the best way to find a Book in a bookshop is to get the owner out of there, install an avid reader as steward, and wait patiently.
Other consequences of this theory of citizenship
We are given to believe that Crowley and Aziraphale are both outcasts of Hell and Heaven, respectively, yet Aziraphale seems to be the only one of them that benefits from the protections of independence. We could say that it is because Aziraphale owns land, and so that allows him to establish a nationstate, whereas the Bentley does not, but since Aziraphale brings the protections of independence with him when he borrows the Bentley, that seems flimsy. I find it more likely that in S3 we're going to learn something about Crowley that explains why he lacks these protections, and if I dare to make conjecture, it will be the subject of another meta.
I didn't get around to a discussion of the consequences of Aziraphale throwing his halo and "declaring war," or that war declaration being maybe-cancelled by Crowley; suffice to say, that may again be it's own meta.
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If you enjoyed this, you may enjoy: Honolulu Roast: the story of a coup
another meta on the topic of ownership re the Bentley by @ineffable-endearments can be found here.
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edit: I was reminded by @rekishi-aka to note that in S1, Gabriel and Sandolphon walk right in, because at that time the bookshop is an embassy of Heaven. For all of S2 except the final 30 minutes, celestials all have to ask permission to enter, including Michael, Uriel, Saraqael, and Muriel, because the Bookshop is independent. After Aziraphale throws his halo, celestials just appear inside the Bookshop: by declaring war, Aziraphale has relinquished his protection. It's unclear whether it would have been reestablished by Crowley cancelling the war, but it's a moot point because then Aziraphale agrees to become the Supreme Archangel.
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