#i almost forgor to post him here...

[trixibebe]

Have a Zhao :3

[writtenapoiogy]

the party & the after party; satoru gojo

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: You don’t know how you ended up in this predicament exactly. At one moment you were at a party looking for your roommate then you were bumping into star basketball player, Satoru Gojo. And then you were in his car heading to a basketball court to learn a lesson or two about the sport. One thing led to another and you ended up at his apartment.

word count: 5k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, porn w lil plot, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, protected/unprotected sex (you'll see what i mean), penetrative sex, choking, you match his freak and he can't get enough of you, use of pet names: baby, pretty, and pretty girl, and probably some more i forgor

a/n: i definitely promised to have this posted DAYS AGO sorrryyy life was doing its thing but i had a lot of fun writing this and writing for satoru so definitely be expecting more from me. this is also the most i've ever written for a oneshot so enjoy HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SATORUUU (ill edit this lattteerrrr)

It had been officially forty five minutes since your friend ran off and disappeared. You didn’t know what she was up to. But you were going to go home feigning tiredness.

You went up stairs and checked every unlocked door, which were few. You tried the last door at the end of the hall and, “OH MY GOD! I’m sorry, fuck, sorry.” Your hand flung to your face, covering your eyes. You were not expecting to see Suguru Geto balls deep in your best friend on top of the bathroom sink.

You slammed the door shut and began to head towards the front door. When you turned the corner to go down the stairs, you came face to face with a mans strong chest. Your hand that was still covering your eyes, for god knows why, flew out to grab onto something so you didn’t fly completely back and hurt yourself. Long calloused fingers wrapped around yours arms, pulling you flush against his chest.

When you finally gathered yourself and look at who was in front of you, you were met with striking blue eyes and stark white hair. Satoru Gojo, star basketball player. “Shit, I’m sorry.” You uttered.

He beamed a smile at you. “It’s okay. Glad I was here to catch you. You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

“Have you seen, Suguru?” Satoru peeked his head down the corridor, “haven’t seen him in almost an hour.”

“Don’t open the last door at the end of the hall, unless you wanna get flashed by your best friend.” A shiver runs through your body at the memory of your friend digging her fingertips into Suguru’s buttocks.

Satoru scrunched up his face at the image. “Wait, where are you going. It’s only eleven. The night just started.” He reached for your arm as you began to head down the stairs.

“Uh, parties really aren’t my thing.”

“You run the basketball webpage right?” He was quick to change the subject in a sad attempt at keeping you here a little longer.

You felt your face heat up and your eyes went wide. That’s an anonymous site. And also not your proudest work.

“Based on your reaction, I’m going to assume I’m right.”

“How’d you know..”

“I always see you courtside with a notebook. Didn’t take long for me to put two and two together.” Satoru was very observant and had had his eyes on you since the start of the season. During your freshman year, a senior was running the webpage and after they graduated it was passed on to you. He took notice to the badge you wore during games that stated ‘special media’.

You continue to walk away from him, completely embarrassed. You knew your reports on the games weren’t the best but you didn’t care because it was anonymous. Now the star player was standing in front of you basically saying he has known this whole time.

You ran your hands down your face. “I know, I know. Not the best sports reporter. But to be fair, I’m a creative writing major. I just took this on for the extra credit.”

“It’s not that bad…”

“But still bad. Oh my god. This is so embarrassing.”

“No really you just need like a tiny basketball lesson so your reports are more engaging.” He offered. 

“Yeah. I’ve been to every game this season and it still makes no sense to me.” Maybe because you were a little too focused on the star player and not enough on the game itself.

“Then you’re just in luck because I was just about to head to the court play some ball.. You’re free to join me.” He most definitely was not about to leave. He was actually looking for Suguru to play beer pong but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to hang out with just you.

“I should probably wait for my friend so she’s not worried.” Your friend and Suguru had been messing around for sometime now so you knew she was fine and you also knew that she didn’t care if you just disappeared from the party, she’d find you back home anyway.

“They probably aren’t coming out anytime soon. Just send her text. C’mon, at least I’m not forcing you to stay at this party.”

He had a good point. You would rather be anywhere else than this dumb party. Your friend told you it was sort of a birthday party— this was not what you were expecting. You would also be a fool not to agree to spend some time with Satoru. “Okay, why not.”

There was a silence in the car— not an uncomfortable silence, but still a silence non the less.

“So a creative writing major, huh?” He broke the silence.

“Yeah, I know, not the kind of major that pays the bills but I love it.”

He smiled over at you and your heart flipped as it attempted to break free from your chest.

New topics began to flow between the two of you. You learned new things about him and he learned some about you too. You learned that he didn’t mind the attention from basketball but it was also slightly the reason he doesn’t want to go further with it. He was a business major. 

You pulled up to an outdoor basketball court. And that is when you realized you had left your coat. You had worn a tracksuit to the party— your coat being the only thing that really kept you warm. 

“Oh fuck, I forgot my coat.” You recalled walking past the closet which held your coat hostage currently.

“It’s okay you can wear my hoodie.”

“No, no, that’s fine. I don’t want you getting cold for my sake.”

His long fingers dipped underneath the neckline and he pulled it off, swiftly. “I insist.”

You took the fabric from his hands and you were immediately engulfed with his heavenly scent. So warm and inviting. You pulled it over your head in the small space of his car, obscuring your vision— you missed the way his stare lingered on the exposed skin of your abdomen.

“Alright hotshot show me what you got.”

He smiled at you and then the two of you got out of the car. God you couldn’t get enough of his smile.

Satoru was a bit of a show off on the court, always. But especially right now with just you in attendance. He was swift and quick on his feet. Every time he made a basket he shot you a dazzling smile. “Your turn my lovely poet.” Satoru tossed the ball to you lightly. 

You caught the ball. “I’m not a poet and I can’t play basketball.” You stood and met him in the middle of the court. You were never really good at sports so you stuck to your books— that’s what got you your scholarships.

“And I’m a good teacher. I do coach a youth basketball team when I’m free.”

You sigh, “What’s in it for me? I thought I was just here to observe so I could write better.”

“Well that and to get you moving around so you can warm up. You’ve gotta be freezing over there.” He pleaded with you, “Please it’ll be fun.”

His words made you realize just how cold you actually were. You reluctantly agreed to let him teach you some things. For the sake of being warm and not to get closer to the tall man standing in front of you. Right?

He first showed you how to dribble the ball and then went on to show you how to shoot. Your first attempt, the ball flew over the backboard. Your second, the ball hit the bottom part of the net— nowhere close to the rim. An third attempt, the ball flew towards the hoop with promise before it hit the edge of the rim and bounced back to the two of you.

Satoru threw his hand out and caught the ball before it could hit you. “Okaayy, lets work on your stance a little. Yeah?” He placed the ball back in your hands before he walked behind you and hovered his hands over your hips, “May I?”

You turned your head towards him when you heard the closeness of his voice. Satoru was extremely close to you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on him. You just didn’t want to admit cause who didn’t have a crush on Satoru Gojo. 

He was attractive, obviously. You weren’t blind— you just hadn’t seen him up close and personal. He was absolutely the most handsome person you had ever laid your eyes on. He could have anyone he wanted. There was no way he’d pick you.

His bright blue eyes had a sparkle to them. You felt yourself getting lost in them before your eyes trailed down to his lips. His soft pink lips. Oh, how you would love to feel them against your own.

As he said your name he couldn’t help but smile when he saw where your eyes had lingered to. He wanted to lean in. He wanted to close that gap between the two of you.

“Um, yeah. Yeah that’s fine.”

He placed his hands on your hips and your mind went completely blank. It’s as if his fingers were ablaze and you could feel the burn through the clothes against your skin.

After he helped you fix your stance he explained to you how simple it would be from there. His hands went from your hips up to your arms and you had to take a deep breath to center yourself. “Alright now just toss it.” His lips were right next to your ear. “C’mon you got this.”

You almost melted right then and there. However, you still stood strong and you threw the ball and to your surprise it actually went in.

You hollered and hopped a couple of times before turning around and wrapping your arms around Satoru. He was so warm and he smelled so good. You could really get lost in his arms. You two stood like that for a few minutes before your brain came back to you and you pulled away, clearing your throat.

He smiled down at you, “I told you you could do it.” 

After he retrieved the ball he went in for a dunk and you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down to his exposed lower stomach. Your eyes caught white hair that trailed down into his sweats.

You scoff, “Show off.”

“What you wanna try to dunk? I can go get you a step stool if you want.”

Oh he thought he was so funny. “Jackass.”

He let out a boisterous laugh. “Hey, c’mon, I was just messing around. Why don’t you try to take the ball from me. I’ll go easy on you.”

He explained to you that this was to make sure that the person you’re guarding cannot pass the ball to their teammate or shoot the ball and score a point. 

Every time your hand got close to the ball it was immediately out of your reach yet again. “Satoru, you said you’d go easy on me.” You frowned.

“This is me going easy.”

Oh.

You continue to try and take the ball from him this time he goes for a score and shoots the ball, causing you to trip on your feet and ram face first into his chest. You both come crashing down to the ground. Just before crushing you underneath him, he caught himself with one of his forearms on the ground and his other hand right next to your head— caging you beneath him.

His breath was hitting your face and you could smell the faint sent of alcohol. “Did you drink tonight? C-cause you drove.”

“I just had one beer. And you got here safe didn’t you?”

“Yeah…” You let out a barely there whisper. You took in all of his features. His fluffy eyelashes. You fingers twitched to touch his cheek.

You hadn’t realized how deeply you were staring at his lips till your eyes moved to meet his and he was unashamedly staring at your slightly agape mouth. 

Then in the distance a car alarm went off and the two of you scrambled away from each other. Breaking the tension in the air.

Satoru quicky busied himself with the basketball and began moving around the court again. Your eyes were glued to him, much like when you attended one of his games. There were just a few things you were noticing. Things you tried so hard to ignore before. 

You noticed how his hand easily gripped the ball. His hands were large. And then when he spun the ball on his finger you thought you were done for. Your mind having inappropriate thoughts about the white haired man in front of you.

What his long fingers would feel like wrapped around your neck…. Or how they would feel inside of you..

“Hellloo? Earth to Y/N.” Satoru was now standing directly in front of you. He laughed at the shock on your face. “I thought I lost you for a second there.”

“Sorry. Uh, what time is it. It feels like its getting late.”

He looked down at his arm to check the time on his watch. “It’s just a little past midnight.”

“I should probably go home.”

“Why?”

“I-,” You started.

“Cause it’s Saturday night so I know you don’t have class.” Satoru really didn’t want you to leave. He was enjoying being around you and he didn’t want the night to end. “Please. Stay. Have some fun with me.”

You laugh. “It’s freezing.”

“I didn’t say we had to stay at the court.” Fuck it. He was gonna figure out how to spend the rest of the night with you. “Would you wanna go back to my place?”

“And do what?” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being alone with him at his apartment.

“Whatever you want.” And he did truly mean whatever you wanted. Because he wanted you and he would be through the roof if you wanted him too. 

He had this look in his eye and how could you refuse him. “Okay.”

You made your way back to Satoru’s car and you felt his hand cover yours on the door handle, “Let me.”

You turned to look at him and yet again he was extremely close to you. You were starting to think this man didn’t understand the definition of personal space but you didn’t mind it. Not when it was him.

But now you thought of this closeness as dangerous. You had been stopping yourself from kissing his soft and tempting lips all night. You knew if he got close to you again you wouldn’t be able to hold back.

You took in your surroundings and he had you caged in against his car. “Satoru?”

“Yea..”

Fuck it.

You brought your hands up to his head and tangled your fingers in his pillow soft hair and brought him down to close the gap between you two. You moaned against his lips and felt your body mold against his. He tasted so sweet and all you wanted to do was indulge in him.

Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you completely against him. All he could think was yes yes yeswhen you kissed him. He parted his lips and nipped at your bottom lip.

Your fingers tugged his locks when you felt his teeth against your lip. He moaned into your mouth and your brain turned to mush. You felt a familiar knot begin to form in your gut.

His hands that were wrapped around you went down to your ass and he ground you against his hips— making you feel how hard he was.

Satoru reluctantly pulled away from you because he knew that if the two of you stayed where you were he might’ve taken you right there against his car.

“Fuck, get in. Now. Please.” He said, desperately.

You placed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth and nodded as you got in the car when he opened the door.

When he got in the car he immediately pulled out his cell and sent a text to Suguru telling him not to come back to the apartment tonight because he had company.

On the short drive to his place his hand stayed on your upper thigh. He drew enticing circles along your inner thigh which had you spreading your legs for him. You wished you had opted for a skirt tonight and not a sweatsuit.

He was on you as soon as you guys walked in. He was standing behind you with his arms running up your abdomen underneath your layers of clothing. He walked you towards his bedroom with his mouth attached to your neck.

“Satoru..” You whined at the sensation of his touch. He was driving you insane in the best way possible.

Satoru hummed, “I love the way you say my name.” He stripped you of his hoodie that you still had on. He started to undress you slowly. When he pushed your pants down, he made sure to kiss your legs all the way down till the fabric pooled at your feet. Soon you were standing in nothing but your matching lace set. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You felt yourself getting shy underneath his gaze. You needed to level the playing field. You balled your hand in his shirt and pulled him closer to you. You turned the two of you so that his back was to the bed.

You started to push his shirt up his chest and he made quick work of removing the item of clothing. You let yourself take in his sculptured body. He looked like a greek statue. Carved straight from marble.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 

Your eyes shot up from his v-line and right to his lust filled eyes. “Shut up.” You shoved him onto the bed but he was quicker than you thought. Satoru had pulled you on top of him as he fell back. For nearly the third time this night.

He chuckled into the space between you two, “We have to stop meeting like this.” He smirked at you before he flipped the both of you over so that he was looming over you. He captured your lips in his again. It was searing compared to the last one. His wet warm tongue slipped into your mouth and you welcomed him with a moan.

With you in his bed and him on top of you, his smell was all around you. It made you wanna melt into his sheets and never leave. It was undoubtedly intoxicating. You brought your hands to his beautiful soft hair again and pulled him harder against you.

His hands were all over you. He moved his head down and laid kisses to your jaw then trailed down to your neck— his fingers occupied with unhooking your bra. When he freed your breasts he immediately brought his mouth down to one of the hardened buds.

Your back arched at the sensation. “Oh, fuck.”

Satoru lapped at your sensitive nub while his unoccupied hand tweaked the other. You felt your underwear dampen when his teeth scrapped against you. He let off of it with a pop and then dragged his tongue down you. He stopped at the top of your panties and nipped at the skin there.

It crossed your mind what he was about to do. “Oh. Satoru, you don’t have to.” Being eaten out wasn’t really one of your favorite things in bed.

He frowned, “You don’t want me to.” Satoru desperately wanted to taste you. He wanted to leave you trembling and gushing on his tongue.

“It just doesn’t really… do much for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never really, erm, finished from it…” You fiddled with your fingers, purposely not looking him in his bright blue eyes.

“Oh, baby, that’s a shame but I gotta make sure you’re ready. I’m about to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

Your heart swelled at the pet name before you audibly gulped. He smirked devilishly up at you before he wrapped his hands around your calves and pulled you down to the edge of his bed.

Satoru got on his knees in front of his bed, where your legs now dangled. He slowly pulled your panties down your legs and he let out a low groan when a string of wetness connected you to the fabric. “You’re so wet for me, hmm. I can’t wait to taste you.” He said in a pleased hum.

He pressed a soft kiss to your clit. You felt that knot tighten just a tad but enough for you to know that you had never had this done to you properly. He moved his head away from your wet heat and placed kisses on your inner thighs. Satorugripped under your knees and pushed your legs up.

He saw your hands gripping his sheets in anticipation. “Put your hands in my hair. Pull as much as you want, I like it.”

Oh?

You pushed his hair off of his forehead and ran your fingers through the strands before tugging lightly to test the waters. You were pleased to hear a low whine leave his lips. 

He licked from your entrance up to your clit before he started to lap at your clit like he was making out with it. You lost your mind. You couldn’t control the noises that left your lips.

“Ah..” You jutted you hips up against his face, involuntarily.

Satoru closed his mouth on your clit and started to suck just as he sunk his long middle finger inside of you. He began to pump into you at a slow pace.

“Shit.” You panted and tightened your grip in his hair making him moan against your sensitive nub. The pleasures he was giving you was a thousand times better than what you did by yourself. He was reaching places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. Places your fingers could never dream of reaching.

He stopped suckling your clit and laid his tongue flat when you started to grind down on his finger. You were getting close to coming so so close. He added another digit to the finger that was already inside of you.

Your back arched off the bed and you pulled his hair harder than you had all night when those two fingers curved and hit the sweet soft spot deep inside of you. You were left babbling and mumbling. All he could hear was his name and a bunch of pleas and curses.

Satoru wrapped his lips around your swollen nub again as he continued to assault your g-spot. Your orgasm hit you in a flash of blacks and reds. A loud moan left your lips and your hands went lax in his hair.

He removed his mouth from you and let out a deep chuckle. His fingers continued to pump in you, letting you ride out your high. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He looked down as he removed his fingers from you, your juices glistening his chin and his fingers. He brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, “and just as sweet as I thought.”

Your mind was completely blank from your earth shattering orgasm. You just stared at him dopey.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? We can stop now.” Satoru asked when he came up to your face after you came down from your orgasm. And you truly couldn’t believe he would ask you a question like that mere inches away from your face with your juices dripping down his chin.

You aggressively nodded your head. You needed him. More than anything.

“C’mon use your words, pretty.” He hummed and it sent you reeling. His voice sounded so sultry and melodic. “Haven’t even got to fuck you dumb yet.”

“Yes, please. M’sure. I need you.”

“Yeah? I need you too.” He moved away from you and you immediately sat up to see where he was going. You saw him going to his nightstand and grab a condom. That’s when you remember what he said before he ate you out. 

I gotta make sure you’re ready.

And that’s when your eyes fell down to the huge bulge in his sweats.

Satoru watched your eyes widen when he pulled his sweats and boxers off in one go. “It’s okay, you can take it. I got you.” He met you back at the edge of the bed. He didn’t even bother climbing in the bed with you. He was gonna fuck you off the edge of his bed. “I’ll go easy on you”

You bit your lip and watched him put the condom on and then line his thick tip with your sopping wet hole. As he began to sink into you inch by hefty inch. He made you feel so entirely full and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. You spread your legs wider for him. You wanted every inch of him inside of you.

“Heh-, See I told you you could take it.” His words sounded eerily similar to his ones earlier when you made a basket. He pushed all the way in, buried to the hilt. “Shit. You’re so tight.” 

Satoru almost pulled all the way back out which had you reaching your hands for him. You were feeling emptier by the second with every inch that he pulled away from you. You were feeling needy and you didn’t even care how embarrassing it may have looked.

He slammed his hips back in, all the way in, he left you gasping for air. He started to find his pace and began to fuck you so good. He had his headboard hitting the wall repeatedly with his thrusts.

“You feel so good. Fuck.” He had his hands on your waist—his grip tight—as he continued to plow into your wet cunt. His eyes traced all over your pleasure blown face. Half lidded eyes staring up at him as you tried to maintain eye contact. Your mouth agape in a small ‘o’.

“You’re so big.” The sounds that left your mouth were almost inhumane. You wanted him closer. You needed him closer. You needed him raw. Every time you felt your climax building you just thought of how you’d be coming on a piece of latex and not his pretty dick.

“Can you take it off.” You whined. “Please. I wanna feel you, ‘toru.” 

“W-what?” He grunted in response, you having caught him off guard. “Take what off, baby?” He didn’t stop his thrusts and brought his hands up to your breasts to tweak your nipples.

“T-the condom. Please take it off.” You mewled when the head of his cock came into contact with you cervix. You whined when he stalled at your words. He rolled his hips, his dick pressing deliciously against your cervix.

Who was he to deny you? Fuck, who was he to deny himself. “Fuck. Yes.” Satoru slowly pulled out of you. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and slowly pulled the condom off, wincing at the tightness. He tossed the condom into a little trashcan before he lined himself back up with your entrance. 

You, getting impatient, wrapped your ankles around his ass and pulled him forward. His cock slid into you with ease. Satoru let out a deep moan when he slipped in bare. You feel so much better to him this way. Nothing dulling the feeling of your wet pussy to him. He was making more noise than he had been all night.

The noises leaving Satoru’s lips made your walls flutter around him. You were so close. You just were missing something. He brought his hand up to your throat and before he wrapped it around your neck he asked, “Is this okay.” You nodded fervently, answering his question.

You were gonna be the end of him, he thought. You were so fucking perfect. The way your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he closed his long fingers around your throat. “That feel good, pretty girl?”

You hummed in response. Your hands reached up and grabbed his arm. You let out a pathetic whimper when he tightened his grip. You felt that knot in your stomach getting ready to snap

“I said you’d forget your name not mine, baby. Say it.” He said as he hiked one of your legs up with his free hand so that he was hitting your g-spot. And he didn’t let up once he found it.

“Oh fuck.. Satoru!” You sobbed out— your words sounded harsh from the pressure on your throat. All you hear were the wet squelching sounds of him fucking into you raw. “Fuck, fuck. Baby, baby… M’gonna come.”

“Yeah?” He let out a low moan. “You want me to pull out?” He felt his balls tighten when your soaked walls clenched around him, pulling him in deeper.

“N-no.” That was definitely the complete opposite of what you wanted. You wanted him to come inside of you and not waste a drop.

“No?”

You shook your head. “Mmm. I want it inside. Please, s’toru, please. I need it.” You fucked him back as best as you could. “Come with me. I want.”

Satoru let go of your throat and leaned forward, hitting that spot even deeper.“Fuck, yeah. I got you, baby.” He continued to roll his hips into yours. You were a moaning and whimpering mess below him. His next three thrusts were hard and rough and just enough to make the both of you come with a loud shout from him and a moan from you.

The two of you were laying there panting with your mouths over the others.

“Fuck.” You finally broke the silence. “That was good.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Happy birthday to me huh?”

“What?! It’s your birthday?”

“Well, whose party did you think that was?”

You roll your eyes, “Happy birthday, Satoru.” He smiled down at you and placed a soft kiss to your lips. You finally came to your senses and realized he was still in you… and he was still very hard.

This was gonna be a long night.

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paradigm shift

zoro x afab!reader c/w: jealous zoro, he raises his voice/yells at reader, possessive behavior, fwb to lovers, semi-public sex, piv sex a/n: inspired by a conversation @sunfloworcs and i had. meant to post this last night but i forgor! anyway here's wonderwall

Zoro watches you smile at the man attempting to court you at the bar. He watches as you laugh at something he says before replying in a manner that's a little too enthusiastic for the brooding swordsman in the corner.

He grits his teeth and tightens the grip on his drink, frustrated at the sight across the tavern.

The way your cheeks flush with mild inebriation makes Zoro clench the hand on his knee into a fist. His leg doesn't seem to stop bouncing as he glares in your direction, the tick going unnoticed due to his annoyance at the patron you're speaking with and himself for even caring.

You're not exclusive. The length of your shared relationship had been long decided as friends who just fuck on the side for a little stress relief, so why the hell does he care that some nobody is trying to coax you into their bed?

He takes a deep breath, exhaling through his mouth in what ultimately proves to be a feeble attempt at calming himself. It almost works, but as he brings the mug of ale to his lips he notices you lean in a little closer to the man, that undeniable look of desire flickering in your heavy-lidded expression that Zoro knows all too well.

Before he can even think to stop himself, Zoro stands from his seat and makes his way toward you, heavy boot steps trudging against the wooden floor of the tavern.

You don't notice his approach, far too lost in the music and conversation to really pay attention. It's only when his large hand envelops the small of your back that you pay him any mind.

"Yeah, if you wanna get out of here maybe we could fin-" the hopeful patron begins, the remainder of the sentence lost to time as Zoro rudely interrupts.

"We're leavin'," the pirate states bluntly, pulling you away from the man without hesitation.

"But-" You call out, a hand reaching in hopeless desperation toward the bar where your soon-to-be abandoned drink sits. "The others?"

"Fuck 'em," Zoro snaps, not looking in your direction as he leads you through the door and out into the humidity of the island. "They'll catch up."

"What's wrong with you?" Your voice wavers with uncertainty as you try and fail to wriggle from his tight grip upon your forearm. "Why're you so pissed at me?"

"I'm not pissed at ya!" Zoro shouts back defensively, stopping short to face you. "But I don't want some random asswipe tryin' to sweet talk my shipmate!"

You nearly trip over yourself when he suddenly comes to a halt in the middle of the street, the once lively town now having fallen into a slumber of its own. "So you just get up and leave?" You reply, managing to keep your balance before staring up at him angrily, a slight tilt to your head in mild confusion. "And what do you care if someone wants to 'sweet talk' me?"

"Because I care about ya!" Zoro barks, feeling his heart race in his chest. "I don't want anyone else touchin' what's mine!"

Your eyes widen, paralyzed in place as the words hang in the air somewhat awkwardly. Zoro's expression is still one of anger, brows furrowed and mouth twisted into a harsh frown. "I-" you swallow, shaking your head in an attempt to be rid of the butterflies threatening to form in your belly. "What's yours?" You finally echo, tone wavering between frustration and disbelief.

"You!" Zoro yells, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to look directly into his eyes. "Me and you, we've got somethin' special goin' on! We don't need anyone complicatin' things!"

You part your lips as if wanting to speak before averting his gaze with an unreadable expression. Your brows are raised and your hands tremble at your sides. "I thought we decided to just keep it casu-" Zoro cuts you off with a firm grip to your chin, forcing your gaze upon him once more.

"That doesn't matter!" He huffs, the hand on your shoulder twitching slightly as he fights off the urge to move it to the back of your neck. "Fuck," Zoro groans, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. He looks around quickly, and before you can say anything you feel him start to pull you along by the arm again and down a stray alleyway.

You hurry along behind him as best you can, accepting your fate within his iron grip. He stops and you hear him sigh heavily, his shoulders tensing in irritation. "Zoro...?"

"Shut up." He commands harshly as he releases your aching wrist, turning to face you with a fierce scowl etched into his features.

You let out a sound akin to a squeak, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as if you had done something wrong. Suddenly you feel vulnerable. Small. Your eyes dare not leave his, unsure and anxious emotions swelling in your mind. You feel your mouth go dry.

"I can't keep pretendin' that this is just a casual thing between us," Zoro declares, taking a step closer to you. "I know what we agreed on, but I can't help it. I want more."

You heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest. "Zoro-" you whisper, but the swordsman holds up a hand to stop you, not done speaking just yet. If he's going to do this, to expose how he feels, he needs you to shut up and listen.

"I don't want to share ya," He continues, his voice and words blunt. "I already told ya, I don't want anyone else touchin' what's mine." He leans in closer, his warm breath brushing against your earlobe.

Your back clashes with one of the outer walls of the two shops you're tucked in between. Zoro's hand finally finds the nape of your neck, leaning in even further until his lips ghost over yours. "Truth is," he murmurs, thumb caressing your soft skin. "I'm crazy about ya."

And at once, Zoro's lips crash onto your own, engulfing you in an open-mouthed, somewhat messy kiss. Your arms find purchase around his shoulders, eagerly reciprocating the gesture without a second thought. As your tongues dance together, Zoro's hand reaches down to cup your ass, pulling your body flush against his.

A surprised gasp is muffled between a mess of lips and tongue and teeth, the hands on his broad shoulders tightening their grasp at the newfound contact. With a low groan, Zoro breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily. "Now let's get one thing straight," he growls, running his fingers through your hair. "Ya belong to me."

You nod, a huff of what sounds like a breathless whimper of an 'Mhm!' falling from your parted, wet lips.

Grinning triumphantly, Zoro pulls you into another deep, passionate kiss. This time there's no hesitation, no holding back - it's pure desire and hunger and everything else that comes with wanting someone more than anything else in the world. And while your tongues continue to duel and your bodies pressed firmly together, Zoro's hand moves to cup your cheek before trailing down your neck to rest upon the exposed skin of your collarbone. He bites lightly at your jawline, his mouth leaving yours to taste your flesh and leaving a trail of fire wherever he goes.

When he reaches the hem of your shirt, his large, warm hand slides beneath the fabric and meets the soft skin of your torso. A soft moan escapes your throat at the intimate touch, and though he's heard your symphony many times, this note is different. It sends an unfamiliar, but not unwanted jolt to his heart. As if something tugs at his very soul.

Zoro stops in his tracks, thumb just brushing the underside of your breast. His mouth leaves your skin, and you mourn the loss of his touch until he raises his head to look upon the whole of you once more. He scans your face as if committing to memory, and in what seems like an instant, he locks you into another kiss that takes your breath away.

It's tender and careful, each touch working as wordless confessions.

It's almost romantic.

His arms wrap around your middle, lifting you and pressing you flat against the wall. His lips never leave yours either, it's as if you're quite literally glued to one another. When he finally pulls away, he's breathless, and there's a glimmer in his eye that wasn't there before. "You're mine," he repeats, smirking almost wickedly. "And I'm not lettin' go."

Zoro's hand resumes its tour of your body, sliding back under your shirt and grazing over your breast. Your legs wrap around him and he rolls his hips into you, watching as you writhe for him. "You're always on my mind," he admits, his voice heavy and rough. "Even when we're apart."

He descends down your neck, trailing kisses and nibbles and licks to your tender skin. "I can barely keep my hands off ya," Zoro murmurs into you. "If I had my way you'd be in my bed every single night."

"But," Zoro says firmly, breaking away from your neck to look into your eyes. "I won't settle for less than all of ya. I want your heart too."

You exhale as if you'd been holding your breath in for days. You'd be denying yourself truth if you say that you aren't interested - that you're content with just being crewmates once again. But you're not content with it; for at some point in the circumstance of your relationship, what had started as a quick means to an end had indeed grown into something more raw and real.

Something more than just infatuation, more than just lust.

"You have it," you whisper, a flood of warmth bathing your heart. "Zoro, you've had it for a while." The confession is soft, and your tone is a little rasp and hoarse from the intensity of the moment.

Zoro smiles, the gesture reaching all the way to his eyes. He leans down to capture your lips again in a yearning kiss, and as your lips lock together, his hand moves lower still, sliding up your thigh and beneath your skirt. He teasingly skims along the edge of your panties before dipping beneath the fabric. A breathy gasp falls from your lips, the sound thankfully swallowed by Zoro's hungry kiss.

He groans, feeling your wetness against his fingers. "Damn, ya drive me crazy, y'know that?" he mutters against your lips. You whine as he touches you, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure and clutching him ever closer to you. "But I love it," he adds, pulling away from the kiss to gaze down at you with a smirk. "Love how much ya need me."

"Always need you," you reply, lips swollen and glossed over with saliva. "All of you."

With a wicked grin, Zoro pulls back slightly, giving you a better view of his erection straining against his pants. He pulls his hand out from beneath your skirt just long enough to free his aching length from its confines before wrapping it around himself, stroking his cock lazily while watching your face contort in anticipation.

He aligns himself with you, carefully sliding your panties to the side. With a hiss, he pushes himself into you. Zoro's slower than usual, but still just as needy and desperate as ever. He buries himself to the hilt within your warm, plush walls, filling you completely until there's no room left for doubt or denial.

You cry out in surprise and ecstasy, back arching off the wall as Zoro begins to fuck you relentlessly. He holds nothing back, diving into you with all his strength as if trying to claim every inch of your being. His free hand digs into your hipbone, keeping you anchored to him while he pounds into you mercilessly. "Nobody else can have ya," he growls into your ear. "Nobody else can fuck ya like this either, isn't that right, princess?"

You nod wordlessly, unable to find the breath needed for anything more than short gasps of air. Your whole body quivers with each thrust, desperate to take everything he has to offer. Zoro seems determined to make sure you remember exactly what it feels like to be taken by him - and to show everyone within earshot just how much he owns you.

The sound of footsteps echo through the alleyway behind you, causing you both to stiffen momentarily before relaxing again. Clearly, whoever it was didn’t stick around to see what was going on. Zoro doesn’t let go of you though, continuing to fuck you with unrelenting force even as you both know they could come back at any moment.

And you're lost in him once again, completely bent and shaped to his will. Breathless and broken attempts at speech mix in between gasps and moans and sighs of pleasure. He moans softly into your ear, feeling your submission wrapping around him like a warm embrace. It fuels his desire even further, pushing him to go harder and faster until there's no thought left beyond the primal need to fuck you senseless.

It seems like his pace won't ever let up, soon losing any cadence to his motions as his eye closes tightly. A wild light burns within him as he loses himself completely in the act of taking you. The sounds of the village fade away, replaced by only the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh and the ragged breath shared between you both.

Your inner walls flutter around him wildly, moans befalling into frantic whimpers that tell him just how close you are to cumming around his cock. You feel yourself reaching the brink, and without warning, Zoro suddenly pulls out of you.

For a brief moment, he leaves you empty and aching - before shoving himself back inside you with a ferocity that makes you cry out in shock. His movements become frantic, almost violent as he tries to bring you over the edge with him.

As your orgasm washes over you, Zoro lets out a near-animalistic growl deep in his throat. His hips piston forward relentlessly, driving himself deeper and deeper into you with each pulse of euphoria. You scream his name, the blissful sensations coursing through your body as waves of pleasure crash over you again and again.

Zoro's moans into your ear grow more erratic, feeling his own peak building rapidly. With one final surge of power, he drives deep into you one last time before releasing himself fully inside and filling you to the brim with his spend. The sensation sends shockwaves through you, leaving you a shuddering and panting mess around him.

Zoro holds you tightly as your head lolls into his shoulder, body twitching slightly as you recover from his harsh fucking. He pulls out from you slowly, giving you a moment to catch your breath before withdrawing completely. Once he does, he helps you straighten up and adjust your clothes before leading you out of the alleyway.

Despite the roughness of your encounter, there's an underlying sense of tenderness in his movements - a reminder that he truly does care for you deeply. And as you walk toward the port where the Sunny is anchored, neither of you speak; instead, you revel in the afterglow of what just conspired between the two of you. There's something incredibly intimate about it now, knowing that you both feel the same way for one another, and it leaves you feeling closer than ever before.

"Zoro," Your voice catches him off guard, the swordsman seemingly lost in thought.

"Hm?" He replies, looking down at you with a raised brow.

You entwine your fingers with his, holding his much larger hand tightly within your own as you point in the opposite direction.

"The ship is that way."

[superkooku]

Girlfriend, HELP! I had a conversation with two girls today who took Theseus' side against Dionysus in the whole Ariadne affair. And they had the audacity to call Dionysus "the type of lazy husband who does nothing all day and gets his stupid ass drunk". What do I do?? 😭😭

Sounds like these girls are in desperate need for some good ol' Dionysus x Ariadne propaganda ! Don't worry, I'm here to save the day 🫡.

Ok, in all seriousness, these girls are entitled to their opinions buuuuuut they should at least know what they're talking about. If I were you, I'd just present them with the necessary arguments to explain why they work.

A lot of my claims depend on the source but your conversation partners clearly refer to those where he marries Ariadne and not those where she dies alone or with Theseus.

1. "Dionysus is a bad and lazy husband"

Ah yes, Dionysus the notoriously terrible husband that never cares about his wife.

The one who offers her a crown of literal starlight as a wedding gift and honors her in the sky.

The one who grants her a place among the gods and eternal youth.

The one who brings her to his epic journeys throughout the world.

The one whose love affairs are completely separate from his wedding to Ariadne (contrary to Zeus's where it's directly stated that Hera is in the picture) so we can interpret them as him having fun before settling down.

Even in the sources where Ariadne dies in the war against Perseus, Dionysus literally goes in the Underworld to fetch her soul back and resurrect her.

(and also they had a bunch of kids together so we can say they were, in fact, very active 😂).

2. He does nothing and gets drunk

I have a (almost) whole essay series dedicated to debunking this stance. The link is in my pinned post (Dionysus' iceberg)

To sum up, no he's very proactive, had to establish his cult as a god and... idk, just tell your friends to read the Bacchae if they're into Greek mythology and ancient greek plays.

Also, according to one source, he can't even get drunk. Only his followers are in the haze and he's fully in control.

3. He's stupid

Funnily enough, him being a fool is exactly what he tricks OTHERS into thinking.

When the pirates capture him because they think he's a prince, he just stands there, doesn't try to untie himself from the ropes and smiles...

Then he proceeds to fill the ship with vines, summon wild animals and force the pirates to jump at the sea, turning those who didn't drown into dolphins.

This and the Bacchae. Seriously, this play is a must-read before ANY Dionysus discussion starts.

4. They're on Theseus' side

Ok, so they have the right to like Theseus, even though my favorite pastime is making fun of his intellect (like I stated earlier, I don't even hate Theseus).

And my answer to this argument depends on the source. The ones where Theseus just dumps her from his own will or because he "forgor 💀" are 100% a jerk move from his part. Imagine her waking up alone on the island, probably without warning, as she sees the ship of Theseus going away. With black sails btw, because he didn't even think of Aegeus.

And there's Ariadne, crying, lamenting her fate and her own decisions. In the sources where she isn't rescued, she either hangs herself or dies in childbirth, which is absolutely disheartening to read about. She never lives a happy life in those.

But don't worry ! In most other tellings, Aphrodite and Eros know what to do !

Here comes Dionysus. He comforts her with soothing words, instantly smitten with her. After living in a toxic family and with a man that didn't love her, she finally finds love and a joyful entourage.

There's, however, the telling that Dionysus forces Theseus to abandon Ariadne (either by himself or through Athena). In this case, I get why some would be upset.

It's kind of possessive and she has less agency, but it's also proof that he cares about her and isn't a lazy inactive husband at all. So it's a negative that kind of makes Theseus innocent from this incident (though the rest of his love life is an absolute catastrophe).

But the divine couple still ends up happy, Araidne is hailed as a goddess and plays a role in the cult. Besides, it's Greek mythology, so a bit of weirdness and different moral standards should be expected.

This isn't perfectly fluffy or anything but still acceptable since the ending is the same.

Conclusion :

Dionysus x Ariadne supremacy, though I'm ready to take actual counterarguments into account.

At least those that are pulled from sources and not from a retelling like Saint's version.

(also, this works as an apology for procrastinating on the end of my "Dionysus' iceberg" essay. I'll work on that last part one day, promised !)

[lykos-attic]

Coming out of my cave to post art on here again

I'm trying ( heavy emphasis on trying 😭 ) to make designs for every arc 1 WoF character, and since mudwings are the easiest tribe for me to draw I started with clay and his siblings

Their shapes and stuff make sense in my head and have reasonings but I can't put them into words rghHHgdgGGRRRghhgfh

CHARACTERS; CLAY [ TOP LEFT ] , SORA [BOTTOM LEFT ] , UMBER [ TOP RIGHT ] , REED [ BOTTOM RIGHT ]

For Clay I wanted to make him simple, going along with him not thinking that he's anything special and not fit for the prophecy. He's still brighter than his sibs though, and has the brightest colored scales before his underbelly. (Do those have a name?? )

For Sora I wanted her kinda deer-like, with softer/less bold edges than the others. She has a scar in the same place Crane's death wound was.

For Umber I just stuck pretty closely to the canon design, adding some splotches and giving him a different shape than the others.

Finally, for Reed I just made him clay but duller, and more red. He nearly looks just like clay shape-wise, but is more inward. (I have no idea how to describe this 😭)

CHARACTERS; MARSH [ TOP LEFT ] , PHEASANT [ BOTTOM LEFT ] , CRANE [ BOTTOM RIGHT ]

I had the most fun with these guys can u tell

For Marsh I made him more sharp and edgy than the others to go with his anxious personality. His colors are very similar to Clay's, but he has splotches and light colored horns. (I love Marsh, he's underappreciated)

For Pheasant I wanted to base her off of a pheasant. Her markings are similar to those of a ring-necked pheasant, with her reds being the same as Umber's. She originally had green-ish yellow on her to go with her eyes (and also because pheasants have green on them) but I couldn't get it to work. (crying spongebob image) Her shape is more 'elegant' than her sibs. I think her design is my favorite out of all of these.

For Crane I based her lightly off of a crane. (🤯🤯🤯) She shares colors with sora and umber. (Sora because obviously, Umber because I needed his reds 😁) since really all we know about her is that she was protective of her sibs (as literally all of them are) I made her fierce and determined looking. Version without her death wound below

I got more confident in not following the canon designs super closely the more designs I made and it shows 😭😭 I never realized how much variety you can make in mudwings despite them being the 'boring' ones

adding image ID/alt texts tomorrow I needed to post this before I forgor but it's almost 12 and im tired goodnight jasper fans

[dare1pon]

The Peacock and The Crow

(Chapters 9 & 10)

Word count: 5,898

TAGS:

Reyno - @radkatzzstuff

Elaine (character who finds june in forest) - @lordofthefrogs11

Author's note: chat I forgor it was the 25th today lmao anyways (UPDATE LIKE 5 MINUTES LATER AFTER POSTING THIS I JS REALIZED THAT CHP TEN IS KINDA DONE SO I DECIDED TO ADD IT HERE)

CHAPTER NINE: Can't wait to tell this story to my grandchildren.

The next day was the same as yesterday, a horn woke us half bloods up and everyone headed out. I yawned and stretched, hearing the loud cracks coming from my joints and my back, sleeping on the floor wasn't ideal, it was stiff but at least I had somewhere to sleep. I saw Rey already at the hermes table, talking with some other camper who looked to be the same age as him.

“morning Junie!” Rey got up from his seat after giving the camper he was talking to a small goodbye wave. “morning.” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as he went up to me. Its energy like this that I wonder if he photosynthesizes this energy. We sat back down at the table, waiting for the food to be served. Rey went to talk about more on his life, the wolf house, Lupa, and other stuff until Keaton came by and did the same thing as yesterday. Make some big speech on how he was gonna save us all.

”I have a question, what is this prophecy Keaton’s talking about?” I looked to Rey, already tuning out Keaton in the background. “oh, it goes like this!” Rey let out a cough before speaking out this prophecy. “A child, one feared but one most cheered. Be the one, the prophecy neared.” Rey continued, this seems interesting. “through the deepest depth, lay a great name, find the one who attains this fame.” Rey ended with that, the breakfast soon came. Reyno had gotten eggs and bacon, I got a grilled cheese sandwich. “so thats what Keaton’s been on and on about? never really did get that ‘most feared’ part from him.” I told Rey, he was already shoveling the bacon into his mouth as if it was the last meal he’s ever gonna have. “Same here but the moment Keaton heard of this, he immediately started acting all special.” 

“Well, I guess whatever happens, we’ll find out soon enough, huh?” I said, taking another bite of my grilled cheese. It was comfort food, and right now, I needed that.

Rey nodded, his mouth still full of food. “Yep. Whatever the prophecy means, it’s probably going to make things interesting around here. Hopefully, we don’t all get dragged into whatever chaos Keaton’s convinced we’re about to face.”

“Let’s just hope that ‘great name’ in the prophecy isn’t referring to him,” I muttered under my breath. 

Me and Rey finished breakfast, after that he took me to do the camp activities. The first thing he wanted to do was fighting so we went to the arena. “here! I’ll teach you how to wield a sword!” As we walked in, there were already people sword fighting, some in the actual arena itself and others off to the side. I followed Rey to the rack of wooden swords, he tossed me one. It felt light in my hands, I held it on my right hand. Rey stood across from me, grinning widely. He wasn’t holding a sword, though. Instead, his eyes twinkled with mischief, and I noticed his hands were flexing, his nails beginning to elongate, sharp and claw-like.

“Ready for this?” he asked, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

I blinked, taken aback. “Uh, you’re not using a sword?”

Rey laughed, a deep, easy sound. “Nah, I’m good without one! Watch this!” His hands fully morphed, the claws extending from his fingertips in a smooth, almost graceful movement. “I’ve got my own weapons.”

I swallowed hard as he flexed his claws, giving me a wink. “No need to worry. I’m not gonna bite... unless you really deserve it.” He gave an exaggerated growl, showing off his teeth.

I chuckled nervously. “Right... okay, let's do this.”

With a sudden burst of energy, Rey lunged, his claws swiping through the air faster than I could react. I raised the wooden sword in front of me just in time to block the strike, the sound of wood meeting claw ringing through the air. The force sent me stumbling back a step, my arms buzzing from the impact.

Rey straightened up, grinning ear to ear. “Whoa! Nice block! You’ve got some good reflexes! But you gotta think quicker, yeah? You can’t just wait for me to come at you.”

I tightened my grip on the sword, trying to shake off the initial shock. “Right, thinking. Got it.”

He bounced on his toes again, clearly enjoying himself. “Good! ‘Cause I’m gonna come at you fast. Don’t blink!” Without another word, Rey darted forward, claws slashing at my side. I tried to dodge, but I wasn’t fast enough—his claws grazed my arm, a sharp sting that made me grit my teeth. Everything seemed to just stop for a moment, I could hear my heartbeat louder then Rey’s voice. The blood from the slash on my arm only seemed to grow bigger as I stared at it, the metallic blood now filling my nostrils. My breath grew deeper while I felt the heat from my blood drip. I could only stand there, and hold my stance, sword still in hand. Last thing I saw before passing out was Rey lunging towards me, concerned.

It had probably been hours since I passed out, now I was in the infirmary. It was quiet in the room where I stayed, too quiet for my liking. My arm was not wrapped up in a bandage, there was a slight brown stain on it. I could still recall the smell of blood, metallic. That was the first real time where I felt just, scared? It really wasn't fear that I felt, I didn’t know what to feel. Looking around the room, Rey wasn't there. He probably felt bad for attacking me by accident.

”oh, your awake.” I heard a voice enter the room. It sounded calming. The first thing I saw was a tray of food, then I knew exactly who it was. “Keith?” I mumbled out, he must've heard it “how do you know who I am?” Shoot, I probably sounded like a creep “Uhm, a friend told me? Reyno. I don’t know his last nam-“

 “wolf guy? I saw him rush you here in a hurry, after that he left” I watched as Keith placed the tray of food down by the table to my right. As he got closer to me, I started to notice things I didn't yesterday: he had a mole on his upper cheek, right underneath his left eye, Keith also had an earring, it looked like a peacock feather. “how are your bandages, not to tight?” He snapped me back to reality as he touched my arm.

”Oh! yeah yeah, not too tight” I sat up while Keith was making sure my bandages were just right. Keith finished adjusting the bandage on my arm, his touch gentle but precise. I could feel the warmth of his hand linger for a moment, and I couldn't help but notice the careful attention he gave to making sure I was comfortable. 

Keith then turned around to place the tray of food on my lap. It was bread, some fruits and soup.”You should eat something. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.” “thank you” I mumbled, picking up the bread to eat.

Keith nodded before heading toward the door. "Take care of yourself, June. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask." He left, I was alone again. As I picked at the food, my mind drifted back to Rey. I wondered if he felt guilty about what happened—he must’ve been worried. I couldn’t blame him. It was my fault for freezing up like that. I should’ve reacted faster. 

I stayed in the infirmary, it had probably been a few hours since Keith had left me alone. I wonder how Rey’s doing, I should apologize to him, I should've been faster, should have countered his attacks. 

Then I spent the rest of my afternoon just at the infirmary, soon will came in and checked up on my arm before telling me that I could go back to cabin 11. He gave me the same yellow liquid from when I first arrived. It still tasted like mango pudding cubes. Leaving the infirmary with a new scar, the first person to run up to me was Rey.

He hugged me so hard I swear to you he would have broken my ribs. He was saying sorry a thousand times for his earlier actions, saying that he should have just used a wooden weapon rather then his claws. I just said that I forgive him and that it was my fault for not reacting faster. “WHAT?? but it was my fault that I slashed you an- and you didn't even know how to fight!” He rambled into my shirt, the anxiety prominent in his voice. “I know I know but, I should've dodged your attack. Reflexes, am I right?” I tried to lighten up the mood by smiling in the way that Will does, but Reyno just looked at me worried. I knew that look too well. 

We continued training, but Reyno was a lot more cautious than before. He watched me carefully as we fought, moving a lot slower. Reyno flexed and unflexed his claws, gripping the wooden sword he grabbed from the rack beside the training dummies. The scar on my arm stung a little, not fully but just a little. It felt like an ant bite, or a jellyfish one.

Reyno and I trained for awhile, we trained until it was dinner time. Same routine as yesterday, except Keaton walked up to me.

 “Hey, you! You’re the other new camper  that arrived here, right?” He gave me a look, the same look that one gives you before they start being mean for no reason at all. “Yeah…?” I mumbled, Reyno had left me by myself because he needed to talk to some other friends, maybe something important. I fidgeted, averting my eyes uncomfortably from his gaze.

 “What? You think you’re too  good to look me directly in the eyes?” I looked at them, just for a second. They pierced into mine like bright rubies, the moonlight reflecting off them menacingly. The effect made him look more threatening than how he really was. I winced, turning my head away. “Ha! So you do, huh?” He slowly stepped forwards, which a “Well, listen up, okay? I’m not gonna let you upstage me just because you’re also new. If you do anything remotely fancy like become some child of the big three!” He exclaimed, almost as if he was saying that I was gonna upstage him. “Stay in your lane, four eyes.” Keaton turned away right after flicking my forehead, it didn't hurt really. It felt like a fly just flew right into my forehead. That was a weird interaction, thankfully Rey came back and sat next to me. “Sooo, what did I miss?” “nothing really, Keaton just told me to stay in the background.” I shrugged, not really knowing what to say. 

The next day came by faster than I expected and Rey was called to go on a quest with some other campers. I recognized one of them as the camper I saw at the arena, the one who was practically beating the hell out of that training dummy. I wanted to go with him of course, but…

“It's better if you stay here at camp, Junie.” Rey put his hand on my shoulder, looking at me with a serious expression rather than his silly sunshine one. “But why?” I asked him, a bit confused. I know I didn’t know how to wield a sword or a bow but. I didn’t want to be alone. “You need some more training, but don’t worry! I’ll try and finish this quest as fast as I can!” He soon slung his bag over his shoulder, walking away after he ruffled my hair. I watched him leave with the others, he disappeared into the foliage of the trees, walking farther and farther away from where I stood.

This felt familiar somehow. 

“You look lonely” I hear someone remark from behind me, I quickly fixed my hair as I turned to see who it was, it was Keith. “Don't worry, I've seen Reyno finish a quest as fast as hermes, he’ll be fine.” I nodded, not really wanting to speak after Rey had left. The next day felt short, it passed, one blink and it was gone. All I could remember from that day was…Keith?

I woke up early, before everyone else. Shuffling through the covers of my sleeping bag, I found my glasses and stared at the small clock the person beside me had, 6:30 am. I got up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. It was extra cold that morning, almost freezing. I pulled the covers of my sleeping bag off my legs, the cold hitting them. I shivered, even with socks on it still was cold for me. Honestly I don’t get how the campers here can wear shorts in the morning. 

The only and last clothes I had left that I had found in the lost and found were just some plaid white and blue pants and a black and red nirvana shirt. I wanted to go back to bed but my mind was telling me to take a walk outside. Quickly and quietly I left the cabin, looking around the place. It was plain, no campers running around or training. The slight sound of the trees and the wind whistling felt calming.

My eyes scanned the area, looking left and then right. Something, more specifically someone caught my eye, I saw a camper sitting by the campfire, wrapped in a blanket. It took me a second to realize who it was, Keith. I wondered why he was awake at this ungodly hour of the morning. There was something about him that felt somehow mysterious? I couldn't explain it but it was drawing me in.

Before I knew it, I was standing right behind him, Keith must've heard my footsteps. “I see i'm not the only one who wakes up this early” Keith looked at me, turning his head. 

He looked tired, almost like he’s never slept a day in his life, “what time did you wake up?” I asked, sitting next to him. 

“around 5? 5 or 5:20” I nodded, “I woke up at 6:30” 

We sat there in silence, just enjoying the warmth of the fire, Keith broke the silence “is your arm okay? you should probably change the bandages soon.” He said, looking down at my arm. It still stung a little, felt a bit numb, “oh, okay.” I replied, looking at my arm too.

“not much of a talker, are you?” He commented, “Your name's June right? June Manalo was it?” 

“yeah, how'd you know?” I was a bit surprised at that. I mean sure a few days before when Rey rushed me to the infirmary he would've said my first name but even I haven't told him my last name… 

Keith looked at me with a small smirk. "Rey mentioned it, when he was panicking about you getting hurt. It wasn’t exactly hard to piece together." He stretched, adjusting his blanket around him. “He talks about you a lot, you know. How you’re quick to forgive him and all that. Kind of cute, actually.” I let out a small chuckle “did he ask you to watch over me while he was gone?”

 Keith chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Nah. I just like the quiet. It’s peaceful, you know? I don’t get much of that during the day. And I’m used to being awake when everyone else is still asleep.” His eyes flickered toward me for a moment before he added, “I’ve seen you around camp. You don’t look like you fit in, not yet anyway.”

I frowned, not really sure how to take that. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “You’re different. You haven’t really found your place here, have you?” His gaze softened as he looked at me. “But you will. It takes time.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t know Keith had this way of seeing through people, like he understood something deep down that no one else did. And honestly, it kind of scared me.

“So, what about you?” I finally asked, breaking the silence again. “Do you feel like you belong here?”

Keith looked at me for a long moment, his expression blank. Then he exhaled slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around him. "Not really," he said, his voice quieter than usual. "I’m just here because I have to be. But I don’t really fit in with anyone either." He glanced at me, as if deciding whether or not to say more, but then shrugged it off. “It’s complicated.”

I didn’t push him for more, though I was curious. There was a lot about Keith that I didn’t understand, and something told me that if I kept digging, I might end up finding more than I bargained for. But for now, I was content with the quiet.

The fire crackled between us, and the silence felt less oppressive as the minutes ticked by. It was strangely peaceful, being with someone who didn’t feel the need to fill every moment with words.

Soon the breakfast sound rung, all the campers now leaving their cabins to eat food. 

Keith stood up, wrapping the blanket around him like a cloak, and stretched his arms above his head. "Guess it’s time for breakfast," he muttered, I started to follow him as he walked to the pavilion. It was the same old crowd, one I've gotten used to over the past few weeks. Separating from Keith, I felt his hand catch my wrist “Why don't you come sit with me at the hera table, June?” 

“...okay” I said, letting Keith pull on my wrist to his table. I watched him sit down and pat the seat next to him, I just kept my silence and followed. 

I followed Keith that day, wherever he went I went too, whatever he did I did too. I followed him like a lost cat or his shadow, Keith would pop in from time to time, saying something about the activity we were doing. He was pretty good at a lot of camp things, archery, arts and crafts and sword fighting. I sat off to the side most of the time since my arm still had to heal. I was able to do some camp activities though, like arts and crafts.

There was still that same feeling that someone was just watching me, my every breath, move, and speech. Looking around, nothing was out of the ordinary. That apollo camper and nico were hanging out, probably just chatting, younger campers were running around and playing some game, and others just doing what they wanted to. I shook my head, must be paranoia, but the moment I looked back to nico and that camper to check again, nico was staring at me as if I had some answer to a question he was burning to ask. 

Before I could even get up to ask nico to stop staring, keith tapped me on the shoulder. “do you want to head to the pavilion early?” I nodded, I'll just ignore nico. Maybe he’ll stop.

Dinner was just the same routine, except I had keith to sit and talk with me. We chatted about today’s activities or just some campers, “did you hear that demeter kid’s on her fourth boyfriend this week?” Keith whispered to me, I looked in the direction he was pointing at and saw a curly haired brunette hugging a dude’s arm “oh damn…how old is she?” I asked, she didn't look older than 13. “somewhere around…14 or 13 I think, her boyfriend is like 17”  I was surprised that a thirteen year old had a boyfriend who was 4 years older than her, was that not reverse pedophilia? 

Soon after dinner ended, keith walked me to go get more sleeping clothes in the lost and found. I didn't find much except for long baggy pants with stars on them and a t-shirt with a cat. He waved me good night after He walked me to the shower rooms.

I prayed to whoever and whatever gods that the shower rooms where empty, surprisingly they were. Turning on the shower valve, the water came out hot. The hot water felt good against my skin, its warm enveloping me like a warm hug I'd get from my friends. Showering was quick, I wanted to get out and onto my bed immediately. 

I was in and out of the shower rooms quick, putting on the clothes as fast as I can before bee lining to the cabin. The door was closed as I reached the foot steps of the cabin. “damnit!” I semi shouted to myself as I tried knocking, no answer. It was freezing outside and my sleeping bag was in there. Not wanting to cause a whole scene, I just laid down on the ground and curled up like a cat would. I pulled my arms into my shirt, crossing them for warmth. Why was it always so cold during the nights?

I felt sleep soon take me over, my eye lids getting heavier and heavier by the second. The last thing I saw before succumbing to the slumber was the moon…

CHAPTER TEN: The calm before the storm

The sound of laughter rang through my ears, eyes staring at me in every direction. I felt the void around me close in, taking every breath I had. When I looked up, I saw Keaton laughing at me, pointing to my shoes and my outfit. He laughed like a hyena, being joined by his group of friends. All of them surrounded me, predator and prey, pointing and whispering stuff unintelligible, their eyes were pure white with a black dot. 

I couldn't think, couldn't breathe out a word to say something. My mouth was covered with a piece of red tape. Their voices became louder and louder, filling up my ears. I tried running away, to find anyone or anything besides them. It was a dark and empty void that followed me with every step I took. I covered my ears to block out the sound of their laughing but it was no use. I soon stopped as a hooded figure, boney in structure appeared in front of me. He held his staff and lifted his hand up to point at me…

“your next, little crow.” His voice was raspy and hagarred, sounding like nails on a chalkboard. I stared at him and before I knew it, I was being dragged down into the depths of where I stood. It was red, blood red, I looked down to see what was pulling me and it was a white string that burned like a thousand fires. I tried to swim up but the surface only seemed to get farther and farther away. I just gave up, letting the blood red liquids seep into my lungs, the laughing stopped.

Is this what death felt like? Was this the freedom I needed? Death isn't something to be afraid of, it happens once and once only. Death is a beautiful thing, for it lets you be released from all the sins you have committed.

But soon, I woke up to a sharp pain to my stomach. “wake up four eyes!” I heard a familiar voice say, I jolted awake to see Keaton kicking my stomach as hard as he could. I winced but didn't do anything about it, “I said get up!” He yelled at me, I flinched. I got up as fast as I could, dusting myself off of the dirt Keaton had kicked onto me. “Sorry” I looked down to my shoes, feeling embarrassed that someone saw me sleeping outside on the ground like some dog. “Next time at least find a tree to sleep in, little bird.” Keaton scoffed and walked away, his entourage following him behind. My stomach hurt like hell after Keaton kicked it, all I could do was clutch my stomach with my bandaged arm as I walked to the pavilion for breakfast. I didn't want keith to see me right now, I looked pathetic, I looked like a homeless man. 

I headed straight to the hermes table, sitting beside two tall campers to avoid Keith seeing me. They didn't notice me sitting in between them, maybe it was because I was short. 

The two campers beside me were talking about something—probably the latest prank that had gone down—but I wasn’t really paying attention. I grabbed a piece of toast from the tray in front of me, the crunch almost too loud in my ears, and forced myself to take a bite.  The bread was dry, barely tasting of anything as I chewed. My mind kept drifting back to the nightmare, the feeling of suffocation, of being dragged deeper into that suffocating red abyss. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to push it out of my head. I wasn’t sure if the pain in my stomach or the memories from the dream were worse. Maybe they were both a sign that I wasn’t really awake yet. 

"Hey, you alright?" A voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see one of the campers beside me looking at me with mild concern, her dark eyes studying my face. I hadn't even noticed her sitting there until now. I blinked, caught off guard. "Huh? Oh, I’m fine."

She gave me a skeptical look, clearly not buying it. "You sure? You look... off."

I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "Just tired. Bad night."

She nodded slowly, her expression softening a little. "Yeah, I get that. The camp can mess with your head sometimes. Just don’t let it drag you down."

Her words hung in the air like a distant echo, and for a moment, I couldn’t decide if they were comforting or just another reminder that I wasn’t really fitting in here at all. Still, I appreciated the gesture. She wasn’t Keaton, who seemed to take pleasure in making my life more difficult.

"Thanks," I muttered, trying to sound more at ease than I felt. 

As I finished the last of my toast, I forced myself to stand and blend into the crowd, pretending to be like everyone else. My eyes wandered for a moment, and that was when I saw Keith—his usual calm demeanor as he sat by the fire, chatting with a few campers. He didn’t seem to notice me right away, and for a second, I almost let the chance slip away.

She gave me a small smile before turning her attention back to her own breakfast, and I did the same. But my mind didn’t settle. It never did anymore. Every second was a battle between the familiar chaos of camp life and the unsettling thoughts that kept creeping in.

I didn't realize it at the time, but the more I looked at the campers around me, the more I felt like I was on the outside looking in—again. No one knew what I was really going through. No one understood. Not even Rey. The day continued on as normal, like everyday but I tried my hardest to hide away from keith. Every activity I did I made sure keith wasn't there or looking my way.

The activities were a blur, each one slipping by faster than the last, but the weight in my chest never quite lifted. Every time I thought about Keith, I felt a knot twist tighter. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching me, even when he wasn’t. That constant, gnawing sense that I was always on the edge of something terrible, something I couldn’t control.

I still followed the same routine, after dinner I showered and got a new set of clothes. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky, casting long shadows over the campgrounds, but I hardly noticed the change. The unease gnawed at me, crawling beneath my skin like a bug that wouldn't leave. I couldn't escape the feeling that someone was always lurking just out of sight, waiting for me to slip up. My thoughts kept drifting back to Keith. He was there—somewhere in the back of my mind—like a shadow, just out of reach but always there, like the echo of a bad memory. 

The sun sank lower, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink, I found myself walking toward the edge of camp, away from the laughter and the noise. I needed to breathe, to get away from everyone and everything. I felt bad, not more or so depressed but bad, I didn’t do anything wrong though? Why am I feeling this way if all I did was wake up? Maybe that was the problem, maybe me just being here was the problem all along. I didn’t even notice when I walked up to a tree somewhere on the outskirts of camp. 

I let out a long breath, hoping the air would clear my mind, but it didn’t. It never did. My eyes shifted to the campfire, far off into the distance. It was cold. I missed the warmth from the campfire, the heat from the flame warm against my skin.  There had to be something else, something I could focus on that didn’t tie me to this dark place. But every time I tried, my mind circled back to the same fears, the same dread. It was like a storm inside me, relentless and impossible to ignore. The feeling of the shadows wrap around me, covering me like some shield. I pulled my knees up to my chest, hiding my face in my arms.

I want to disappear.

“Hey is anyone over there?” I looked up to see a camper, she had blunt bangs and glasses. Her hands were cupped against her mouth, making whatever she was shouting louder for me to hear. I immediately got up from my spot, brushing myself off as I walked over. “oh hey, just uh…needed some air to breathe?” I said, my voice a little higher pitched then normal.

The camper blinked at me, clearly not expecting that response. “Yeah? Well, you might want to breathe a little quieter next time, or someone’s going to think you’re dying out here.” Her voice was sharp but oddly casual, like she wasn’t fully invested in the idea of small talk. I had expected her to keep walking, maybe even roll her eyes at my awkwardness, but she just stood there, watching me with a raised brow.

“Not dying, just... drowning in my own thoughts,” I muttered, quickly regretting it. "But hey uhm…I mean, it's not like anyone cares about that anyway, right?"

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling slightly, but she didn’t shoot back some snarky remark like I expected. Instead, she just gave me a look that said she wasn’t entirely convinced, but also not entirely interested in making me feel worse. Right, 'cause it's totally normal to just let your brain run wild like that. Must be so easy to ignore the chaos," she said, with a sardonic edge. There was a moment of silence, before she sighed dramatically, almost like she was annoyed with herself. “Look, I'm not here to lecture you, but whatever mess you're swimming in, don't think you're the only one who’s drowning.”

She paused, and for the first time, her gaze softened, if only just a little. “But hey, everyone needs air sometimes. Just... don't stay out here too long, or you might catch a cold. And then you’d really be miserable.” Her voice was still blunt, but it didn’t feel quite so harsh anymore. I walked with her back to the campfire, she waved me off before going to sit somewhere else. I didn't see Keith, surprisingly.  I sat back down by the fire, I tried to push the feeling of unease away, but it lingered, like a shadow I couldn’t shake. The embers crackled in front of me, casting flickering orange light over the ground, but even their warmth didn’t seem to reach the cold that had settled in my chest. I glanced around the fire, noting the others talking and laughing, the familiar sound of camp chatter that I’d been trying to avoid all day. But nothing felt normal anymore, not even the crackle of the fire.

I wasn’t sure when it happened, but at some point, my mind slipped back to the events of earlier that morning. The sharp pain in my stomach still throbbed, a reminder of Keaton’s kick. The way he’d smiled, how his laugh felt like a weight sinking into my chest. And then there was the red tape. I could almost feel it pressing against my mouth again, suffocating me, as if I could never speak, never escape. I could still hear his voice echoing in my mind, mocking, taunting.

I swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts away, but they clung to me, like dirt on my skin I couldn’t wash off. Maybe if I hadn’t been sleeping outside like that, maybe if I hadn’t looked so... weak, he wouldn’t have done it. Was it my fault? The fear of being seen as less than, as not enough, gnawed at me. But what did Keaton see when he looked at me? Weakness, probably. An easy target.

I rubbed my stomach absentmindedly, feeling the bruise there, trying to ignore the shame creeping up. I shouldn’t have let him get to me. I shouldn’t have let him laugh. But I hadn’t been able to stop myself. I hadn’t been able to do anything.

It didn’t matter. He was gone now, and I was here, still stuck in my own head. I could almost hear the laughter again, reverberating in the back of my mind, like an echo that wouldn’t fade. The shadows of the fire flickered, and for a moment, it felt like I was sinking again—like I was drowning in the feeling of it all. That same helplessness. I didn’t even know if I wanted to fit in here. I didn’t know if I ever had. All I knew was that I couldn’t keep pretending it didn’t matter. That maybe it didn’t hurt.

But even though I knew I wasn’t the only one drowning, I couldn’t help but feel that my weight was heavier than anyone else’s. Everyone else seemed so sure of their place, so sure of who they were. And here I was, stuck in this endless loop of self-doubt, of fear, of wanting to disappear.

The fire flickered one last time, the warmth barely brushing my skin, and I found myself standing up, walking away from it all, needing space, needing air. Away from the noise. Away from everything.

I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I needed to go. To find something, anything, that would take away the feeling of suffocation, even if it was just for a moment.

And maybe that was all I could ask for. Just a moment. A moment where I didn’t feel like I was always drowning.

[dandeleon]

BONUS POST ABT MY ADIPOCERE & URAPOCERE AMVS BC I FEEL LIKE YAPPING 😋 HASHTAG AUTISM

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hiiii first of all tysm for all the nice tags & comments on both of these it genuinely means the world 2 me ^_^🩷🩷🩷🩷yay

(theres some specific tags i talk abt & look at further at the bottom of this post ^_^)

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ok first if u read the tags on my adipocere animation u remember i said ive had the idea 4 them since august Which is true

so heres some stuff ive made b4 i realized i could make my own amvs

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this picture uve probably seen i drew it back in like october?? I think?????

i dont like this as much anymore i wanna redraw it someday maybe

BUT

did u know i made another one with urapocere ford 2 parallel that one

it was gonna be in the same post as the other one but i didn't like how it turned out sooo it got scrapped

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theres also this i made in early december

i think i planned on posting this but i forgor lol

feel free 2 read it all bc it still stands & is like the basis for my animations lol

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theres also this

which i made in ms like a day or 2 before starting my animation & ended up re-using it 2 make this part:

also heres some early parts of the adipocere one:

^ this one i was planning on using which is why its coloured and animated but then i realized it looked like ass so i redid it👍

^ early ver of the beginning (threres an extra frame in the walk cycle here i think? i dont think i kept the 7th one in lol)

^early ver of uras beginning

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heres some specific frames i like too ^_^

i think the expressions in these turned out rlly good :) esp the ford one.. my only goal for that one was to make him look like he was having the absolute worst time of his life & i think i did pretty good on that front lol

i have more but i hit the image limit LOL

anyways to finish my yap sesh off heres the last part of both animations side by side bc they parallel eachother & i think its neat :)

(hi its leon from the future, i lied here ur only halfway through this post sorry)

actually im gonna come back to this on my laptop & add more stuff maybe

if the post ends here its either bc i forgot to remove this text or tumblr decided to post this for me while trying save as draft

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heyyy im on my laptop now ^_^ and also wondering why i didnt do it on here on the first place bc this is where all my images for this are anyways lmao

anyways!

heres more frames n stuff that i like

(most of these r from the urapocere one because that one ended up being a lot more polished)

^ frame by frame of that one part towards the end

my favs of these 4 are first & last one esp the last one i really like how that one came out ough.. the hand ended up looking rlly good imo (im a sucker for nicely drawn hands)

some particular frames from the final part i like :]

some i like bc i think they came out nice some i like cause they look goofy w/o context

an adi one!!!!

this is just that one part w/o the bg & harsh lighting

OTHER ONES!!!!!!

1: bord from the begining clip i like (theres another one i like from the same clip ill see if i can find it in my sea of folders l8r)

2: from the part near the end. i think it ended up looking cute (which was unintentional but i still like it)

3: blizzard ford (blizzardless edition)

4: fidds! i like this one :) im also running out of things to say

ALMOST FORGOR 2 PUT THIS ONE from adi

this ones probably my fav part from the whole adi amv tbh i think it turned out nice

moar fiddleford

heres that other bord one i mentioned ^_^ idky i just like how this one ended up looking lol

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EXTRA SECTION BC THIS TAG MADE ME POG SO HARD

I DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THAT BUT IT FITS SO WELL AUGHHHHH

thank u person who added this tag ur going unamed bc i dont wanna put u on blast but ur tags on both posts made me smiles so big like. u get it🤝 u get what i was going for 🤝🤝🙏🙏🙏

i have more tags from these posts i wanted 2 add but apparently i hit the image limit :( sad

so im just gonna like vaguely mention them since i cant add images

another thing ppl tagged in the ura one was the yellow text changing the meaning to bill & i NEED u to know that was semi-unintentional. i literally just made the text yellow at the end so people didnt misinterpret that as ford saying it being like "thank GOD fiddlefart died i couldnt stand his ass lmao😂🙏" but thank you for making it look like i had a cool meaning behind it LOL. i think the concept of like it being something ford DID say about fiddleford when he quit the project & bill is repeating it back to him after finding fiddleford dead to torment him is a really cool idea actually waow.....

hold on im gonna be really normal abt that bc i think thats such a interesting way to interpret the lyrics.... like fiddleford left & ford was like "WHATEVER im finally free now without HIM around. hes gonna be looking at me enviously when IM the one with MY name and MY name ALONE on the nobel prize!!!!" & bill repeating those statements back when fiddleford is dead like "this is what u wanted!!! u wanted this!! ur free now!!!!" UGHH THATS SO COOL AND OR FUCKED UP ACTUALLY thank u to the ppl who tagged that im taking this interpretation & running with it i genuinely think its so cool omgggg

like i said in the tags of the urapocere post the lyrics were originally meant to fit fords warped view of fiddleford right after he quit the project but the mv leaves it kinda up to interpretation of whos saying what to who. my personal interpretation while making it was its kind of a mix of ford to fiddleford, ford to bill & bill to fiddleford and/or ford & literally any combination of those work i think tbh. choose ur own adventure who was the biggest hater there

also some tags on the adi one were interpreting where fidds was dragging ford to & i wanna say my personal vision of it was fiddleford kinda just finds fords body lying in the snow in the woods maybe (dont ask why fiddleford would be there.. idk cult things maybe..) and fiddlefords feels obligated to bring him back to the lab so he doesnt freeze to death (he wouldve just erased him & fords memory of it anyways) which is a bit ironic cuz fiddleford is the one who froze to death LMAO (and maybe ford did too idk... you decide)

another thing this goes back to that image towards the top of this post where i yapped abt the songs n how well they fit with fiddauthor & i wanna specifically talk abt the line talking abt icarus because??? oh my god????? literally i think that line alone is like half the reason i associate this song w/ fiddauthor so heavily bc its literally them??? fiddleford literally compares ford 2 icarus in j3 like... its too perfect..

that line alone is also the reason i added english captions to both of them i just wanted ppl to see the icarus line LMAO

another line i also mentioned in that pic was the one telling the other person to forget it all even their face & i think its pretty obvious why that one fits LOL

(feel free to add more thoughts abt them w/ these songs if u have any ^_^)

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anyways. adipocere is my fav song ever & for the past few months ive been doing that thing where u imagine an amv in ur head to a song u like & im very happy i can like. actually look at them now. making these were alot of fun :]

i do have a LOT of personal nitpicks with these (ESP the first one) but that also might just be cause im the guy who had to make it frame by frame LOL

(one minor one is fords skintone in urapocere ended up a bit more grey than i wanted but also he is like. in the middle of being possessed & tortured by a whole ass demon soo. it works i suppose LOL [makes him look zombie-ish])

also i thought making these amvs would make me less insane abt associating these songs w/ fiddauthor but tbh i think i just strengthened it LMAO

Sorry if literally nothing in this post makes any sense im just typing shit 😭🙏

i was gonna add more in tags but it wont let me add anymore so i think that might be a sign to stfu now LMAO

[the-sleepy-conductor]

May I humbly ask for what headcanons you have for the Submas blorbos?? The beloved skrunkly train bois?

I meant to post this almost a whole month ago and forgor I am so so sorry 🙏🏻

Anyway, here's some train blorbo headcanons!

• The twins are younger than Elesa by a few months.

• Ingo's got a big appetite with an even bigger sweet tooth, so he's usually the one to snarf down any leftovers. It doesn't matter if it's Emmet's, Elesa's, whatever. If there's extra food, he's eating it. Bonus points if it's a dessert, he loves anything sugary. He's got a monstrous appetite with a bottomless pit for a stomach.

• Ingo is a messy eater and tends to eat quickly. Emmet likes to take his time and is more careful about not making a mess since he wears white.

• Ingo and Emmet definitely pay a visit to any place that will host model train shows and/or railroad conventions. They have a model train layout themselves, and collect old and new HO scale model trains. (Only bc I have HO and want to match lmao) They primarily have DC trains but also a few that are DCC.

• Ingo's coat pockets are always filled with candy, mainly so he has something to munch on or hand out to children who visit the Battle Subway. Any kids that were previously afraid of him will soon run up to him at the first chance to maybe get some more sweets from him.

• Ingo gets cold super easily where Emmet is the complete opposite. Ingo will wear hoodies on a hot day and drive Emmet and Elesa up a wall.

• Both twins are deathly afraid of heights. No they will not ride the ferris wheel thank you very much.

Sorry it's not much I don't have very many

[justslightlymental]

Aren’t you curious, little one? Na’vi OC x reader

okay so i already did post this on ao3 like 2 years back but figured I could also post this here since i actually use tumblr now.

yeahhh surprise i also write tor Avatar yipiii (i forgot to add it in my introduction)

to give u a better image on wtf this guy looks like heres some old ass photos. (Im so much better now at art)

His name is Aakesh, age: 24 (i forgor if navi have diff age system but at least 24 in human years😔)

bro is 11ft tall, very buff for a navi (yeah bc bros half human half navi, dont ask me how it works)

anyway enough yappidy yap, get in on the ficcy, has like almost 5k words i think if not more idk

WARNINGS: This is just filthy smut with plot.

Breeding kink, knife play, choking, veryyyy slight dub-con bc woman is like noo get off even tho she wants it. Uhhh, obvious size difference, cervix fucking and past that. Biting, scratching, cringy writing, I FORGOT WHAT ELSE.

Pandora...

The beautiful planet, basically the opposite of the now dying earth. You had been one of the few lucky scientists that were chosen to travel to Pandora and help with the Avatar project, but things didn't really go as planned, after that guy named Jake Sully decided to fall in love with a native female.

A war soon broke out between the humans and the Na'vi, but of course the natives were victorious after Jake managed to gather all the tribes together to lead an attack against Miles. You had never been one to enjoy violence and didn't like how all the humans were doing the exact same thing here, that led to the death of our own Mother Earth. 

'It was fucking deserved for him, honestly.' You thought, taking a sip from your drink, while looking through your iPad.

Honestly, you just wanted to live your life as a Na'vi, everything just seemed so much more free and exciting. Imagine being able to ride your own Ikran, jump across the huge trees, and find your own life long mate. Sounds so much better than my current life, and to be honest. The natives here are quite attractive.... 

Sometimes you just look at them, whenever you visit Jake's tribes camp, the way their muscles basically shine against the sun, their slutty thin waists and broad shoulders, not to mention the lack of clothes~

'What the fuck am I thinking. Snap out of it dumbass, no Na'vi could ever love a human.' You groaned to yourself, already feeling so flustered and hot just from thinking about them.

Sigh

You were truly hopeless, weren't you? 

You made your way towards the main area, seeing some of the other people that were chosen to stay on Pandora, mostly those who were friends to Sully and helped him in the war, but some of them probably just begged their way into staying, who knows.

You talked with some of your co-workers about where some of you guys would be transported to for the following months. Lucky for you, you would be transported to work in the heart of the Omatikaya clan, Jake's clan to be exact.

Getting into a chopper or whatever the fuck these things are called, you couldn't care less and taking off towards the sky. The view was magnificent from up there, seeing all of the wild birds and Ikrans flying around, and the beautiful green forests blooming with life down there, you wouldn't trade this for anything. 

When you finally reached your location with the other people, you were greeted by Norm. He smiled and gave you a quick hug, returning that smile to him. He quickly said hello to the 2 other scientists that came with you, and led you all to the "human" area, it was just a medium sized research silo that could host up to probably 20 humans or so. 

While walking with Norm by your side and him talking about his research, you couldn't really focus on his words, as all you could think about was the feeling of being watched, like a prey to some predator.

Looking around you and finding no eyes on you however, that was weird? Perhaps It's just my mind playing tricks on me again. Humming to yourself and then focusing your attention on Norm.

"And this is your room." Norm opened a door to a small but comfortable looking room, it had pretty much everything you would need, even a personal bathroom.

"Thank you Norm. This is more than enough." You smiled and gave him a small nod.

"No worries, oh and when you feel like it, could you go outside and grab me a few samples?" He handed you some papers that had whatever he needed listed there, with precise instructions on how to handle the plant ect.

"Oh yes. You can count on me, don't worry." You smiled, sitting down on your bed and looking through them.

Norm gave you a nod and closed the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

"Strange, I can't seem to shake off the feeling of being watched." You muttered to yourself and looked through the window in your room, and you SWEAR you saw something quickly hide into the bushes.

"What the fuck? Am I seeing things?" You asked yourself. "Oh whatever, let's just get this task over with."

Getting ready and heading outside towards your first destination which wasn't too far away from the camp, just far enough for all of the talking and sounds to be completely silent. You had to walk for a while until you finally found the first specimen of vegetation. Inspecting it, seeing it was a beautiful shade of purple and blue, it seemed to have some sort of berries hanging from it, but wouldn't try your luck at tasting it. You took out your sample kit, and got to work. 

When you were done, and about to get up there was a sudden loud thump behind you, like someone had just landed from high up. You turned around only to find an extremely tall Na'vi male, looking straight down at you, and oh my god he was handsome. You hardly reached his stomach, your face just about the same height as where his dick would be- 'and oh my god stop thinking like that you idiot!' Mentally scolding yourself.

"Uhh.. H-hello? D-Do you need something?" You asked, stuttering over your words purely from slight fear and nervousness.

"No. I just wanted to check you out 'closer'." He had a strong accent, his voice was deep with a rasp, it almost sounded like his voice had a natural filter on it.

"C-Check me out closer? Why?" You asked, feeling a little dumb founded, no other Na'vi had ever paid any attention to you, usually it was just a bunch of side eyes or dirty glances, they didn't really like your people.

"You caught my attention all those years ago, but I could never get close, or even talk to you, but now I have a chance." He said, crouching closer to your face, his fingers holding your cheeks. It was like he was inspecting every little detail your face offered.

"M-ME?!" You gasped, cheeks turning a little red from his attention on you.

"Yes you. Who else would I be talking about while touching you like this?" He asked with a chuckle, his eyes staring right into your own, they were beautiful, the orange / yellow-ish color almost shining, captivating your own eyes in a trance.

"W-well... I guess no one..." You chuckled awkwardly.

He then let go and stood up, looking down at you, seemingly deep in thought.

"Do you have a mate?" He asked, like it was the most casual thing to talk about.

"WHAT? W-We just met, is this really appropriate to talk about-" You quickly answered, shocked by his question.

"I asked you a question. Do you have a mate or not?" He seemed to be demanding an answer, his eyebrows furrowing a little, his eyes held a serious look in them.

"O-Of course I don't. I haven't dated anyone in a long time, guess I just don't really feel attracted to humans..." You muttered the last part pretty quietly.

"Why would you not think of your species as attractive? I think you are quite divine." He asked, his hands folded against his chest.

"O-Oh..." You blushed at his compliment, smiling to yourself like an idiot, before looking up at him again.

"I-I find your people more attractive than mine.. Guess it's because I've seen humans all my life." You confessed, looking away from his face.

He just stared at you for a while, both of you standing in silence, just the gentle hum of the breeze was heard around you. You started getting awfully anxious, what if he didn't like what you said? What if you really offended him? Okay that's impossible, you didn't say anything mean, at least you hope you didn't. You were about to ask him if you said anything wrong, when you felt his hands on your waist, your eyes widened as he lifted you up like a feather. 

"W-What!" "I've watched you for a long time. I have fallen for your charms, no Na'vi or other human has ever made me feel this way." He just straight up confessed, even if he just officially met you.

"B-But we barely know each other!" You yelped. 

"We Na'vi believe in what you would call 'love at first sight'. We choose our mate, but they must also choose us." He said, voice low as his ears twitched. 

You took a moment to admire his face, the way his cheekbones were slightly more defined, his jaw line was very sharp. Your eyes wandered down towards his body, he looked very buff, his biceps larger than an average Na'Vi would have. He had a good pair of tits on his chest, his stomach muscles were defined, and his thighs were very large. 

Honestly, this is probably the first actual buff Na'vi you have seen. Your eyes lingered on his bottom half for longer than they should have, and when the male in front of you cleared his throat, your eyes snapped back up again.

"Are you curious, little one?" He asked with a chuckle.

"M-me? N-no..." You tried to deny yourself.

"I know what you want, and I can give it to you, if you just choose me as well." He said, bringing his face closer to yours.

"W-Well. It would be nice at first to know your name... And if you could put me down..." You were seriously getting too hot and bothered, the way he just held you in air and lifted you up stirred something in you, perhaps its the MASSIVE size difference between you both.

"Oh right, my apologies." He smiled, and placed you down, this time crouching in front of you.

"My name is Aakesh." He bowed his head a little.

"That's a lovely name, does it mean something? Oh and mine is (Name)." You smiled.

"It means Lord of the sky, and your name sounds rather beautiful too." He answered, very proud of his designation.

"Woah! You truly must be a great Ikran rider then?" You sounded so excited to be actually having a decent conversation with him, this isn't everyday you know?

"The best of the best."

"... About your other thing, even if we just met... I'd like to choose you too." You told him very shyly, it felt so weird to confess to early, but maybe its how they roll over here in Pandora.

"Really? Oh! This is great, thank you ma (Name). I promise to love and cherish you until my last breath." He let out a breath of relief, taking your hands into his and kissing them.

"A-As do I..." You blushed more.

"May I kiss you?" He almost purred, his lips so close to yours, feeling his hot breath on your skin.

"O-Of course." And in an instant his lips attacked yours, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as left hand traveled behind your head to hold onto your hair, tilting your head for a better angle.

 Groaning into the kiss, feeling the heat build up between your legs, he pulled you closer to his body. His other arm sneaking around your back, his hand taking hold of your ass, squeezing it and giving it a few firm smacks.

(3rd pov)

Her legs latched around his waist as his hands traveled up to her chest, squeezing her breasts through her shirt. He took a firm grip of the shirt and ripped it open, her bare chest exposed to his eyes. He leaned closer, his tongue licking her collarbones and traveling downwards between her tits.

"One thing I've grown curious about, is the way your species is naturally so much more curvy." He chuckled, his hands tearing the bra away, her nipples becoming harder against the cool air.

"A-Aakesh!" (Name) yelped, trying to cover her breasts out of pure shyness, only to have her hands yanked away.

"Do not cover yourself. I want to see everything you offer, you are mine after all." He hissed softly, his possessive side making its appearance.

He looked around at the trees and cliffs near them, carrying her and pushing her up against the rough texture of a nearby tree. His lips attacked her neck, sucking and licking, leaving marks. (Name) moaned out his name, moving her head to the side to give his lips even more access to her neck. His hands again around her chest, groping and squeezing them, obsessed with the fat between his fingers, this is something you could never enjoy with Na'vi females.

"You are a gift sent down to me, by Eywa." He muttered, biting into her neck, hard. He wanted everyone to know she was claimed, and only his to ravish.

"A-Ah. I'm y-yours Aakesh. P-Please take me." Her fingers ran through his dark hair, taking a firm grip and pulling whenever he kissed a sensitive spot.

"Careful, you are pushing every fiber of my being not to slam you onto the ground and pound into you until your vision blacks out." He said in a warning tone.

"If that's... what it takes... then so be it." She said between breaths, looking straight into his eyes and kissing his neck.

"Uh- Ngghh..." He whined out, feeling her sweet plump lips sucking on his skin left him breathless, his fingers digging into her skin, not too harshly but enough to leave a mark.

"You are... really naughty aren't you? Perhaps I should teach you a lesson, pet." He spat, turning them around and placing her on the ground, his left hand on her throat, while the other pulled down her pants.

She was soaked by now, pushing her thighs open as he stared at her underwear, she felt her face heat up from being so exposed. His right hand softly traveled upwards her inner thigh, closer and closer to her covered intimate parts. His  hand pushed against her pussy, feeling the warmth through the thin fabric separating their skins, she let out a loud yelp, arching her back off the ground.

"Someone seems excited huh?" He teased, his index and middle finger rubbing her slit, slowly and painfully, like he wasn't even going to remove her underwear to begin with.

"S-Stop teasing me! Please-!" She moaned, trying to grind against his hand, anything to get rid of the almost painful heat between her legs.

"Hmm... Since my little pet asked so nicely." He chuckled, and moved his hand to retrieve a knife from his small weapon case placed upon his right thigh. 

Her breath caught up in her throat as he hovered the knife in between her breasts, before slowly moving down, slightly touching her skin, but not breaking any. The knife traveled all the way to her underwear, before hooking it under it and cutting it off completely. He just stared with a huge smirk, his eyes seemed to darken, his tail swaying slightly, like some cat who is ready to pounce on their prey. He threw the knife somewhere nearby, and crawled on top of her, seeing her small body completely covered by him, driving him mad.

His hands took hold of her waist, as he scooted back with his body, lifting her lower half off the ground. His face was now basically in front of her exposed pussy, she kept trying to trash out of his grip, not wanting him to stare, but he wouldn't move a muscle. 

"W-What are you doing!? S-stop staring, it's embarrass- AH!" She couldn't even finish her sentence, feeling his mouth around her pussy.

His rough tongue pushed against her sweet opening, before pushing in. He was eating her up like a starved man, his mouth did wonders and it almost had her thinking if this was really his first time. She couldn't keep quiet, not when he kept hitting her sweet spot, just with his tongue, and not to mention the way he sucked her clit, the way he kept her in such a vulnerable position, it made her come closer and closer to her climax. 

"S-STOP! N-No more, Ahh- T-Too much~" She moaned out, her hands trying to grip anything on the ground to pull herself away, but any attempt had him pull her closer to his mouth, he wouldn't give her any chance for escape.

And there it was. He finally hit that sweet spot for the last time, before her strings snapped, cumming all around his tongue, he separated and swallowed everything. He hummed, licking his lips, placing her on the floor as her body kept twitching slightly from the intense orgasm she just felt.

"My dear, you taste divine, I can't wait to have your sweetness around my dick." He laughed, groaning as his hard-on was painfully pushing against his cloth.

"Haaa.... S-so good..." She said quietly, panting, trying to get as much air as she could.

"Don't think that we are done yet, this is merely the beginning." He said, removing his cloth quickly and swiftly.

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she stared at his massive cock, at least massive for her. No human could achieve those inches naturally, oh hell no. She slapped her thighs closed, feeling her core heat up once again, becoming even more horny and needy. His cock was probably around 13-15 inches, if not more, and considering Aakesh is actually one of the tallest Na'vi she was seen at around 11' ft

"Scared? Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He chuckled, crawling near her again.

"T-That thing is going to rip me apart!" She quivered, trying to fight the rising neediness, honestly she just wanted that fucking alien dick in her, right now.

"It won't. But  I can try if you really want me to." He smiled, a hint of insane need in his eyes.

'Should I play with fire? Or should I play it safe?' (Name) thought for a moment, looking into his eyes, while his dick was dangerously close to her needy hole. A little bit of fuel to the fire won't cause a huge explosion right? It will just make the flames bigger and hotter.

"I was expecting better, is that the smallest your species has to offer?" She teased with a smirk, her hands in front of her chest in a sassy manner.

"I bet a human could fuck me better than you." She finished with a laugh. 

That was it.

It felt like actual fire burned in his eyes, as he leaned closer to her face with a very threatening aura. He chuckled dryly right in her face, taking hold of her hair and pulling her face backwards so he could bite her neck again. 

"Is that so? I am glad to tell you I am close to the biggest our species has to offer. And I won't hesitate to fuck your cervix open if it means I'll get that bratty mouth of yours to scream my name." He said. He picked up his knife he had tossed earlier and brought it near her face.

"Tell me... Do you wish for a... temporary reminder?" He asked, caressing her skin with his fingers.

"...N-No Master...I'm..I'm sorry-" She was cut short with his hand in front of her mouth, pressing the knife closer to her throat. She couldn’t lie that the fact he could end her right then and there aroused her.

"Don't apologize to me dear... Apologize to yourself once I'm done with you." And with that he lifted her legs over his shoulders, the knife long gone as his fingers traveled to her slit, rubbing up and down before inserting his middle finger in her pussy.

"Nnnh- Aahh- Y-Your finger is s-so big!" She tried to mutter out words, feeling how even his fingers could literally match up against a human's cock, at least length wise, oh what had she gotten herself into??

"I have to be so kind and prepare your tiny needy hole, otherwise you wouldn't be able to handle even an inch of me." He hissed, picking up the speed, inserting another finger into her sloppy hole, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

With all the moans and whines coming from her, it only fed his huge ego further, his fingers were going at an awful fast pace, she felt like exploding all over again, the way his fingers slid in and out so easily because of all her leaking wetness, it was honestly embarrassing how horny she had become. When she was getting closer her moans also grew louder by the moment, grabbing anything she could, his biceps, hair, the ground. 

And then he stopped.

She stared up at him with a shocked expression, all that built up pleasure almost completely gone in a single motion. She groaned out, begging for release, she did not like being edged like this at all.

"W-Why did you.. stop?" She asked, breathing heavily, hair sticking into her forehead from sweat.

"I want you to cum on my cock, not my fingers, no matter how tempting your reactions are." He muttered, aligning his cock in front of her pulsing opening.

"W-Wait!-" She yelped, the air leaving her lungs as the tip of his huge cock squeezed inside of her.

The way her walls were forced open around his cock as he sunk in more and more, she was gasping for air, trying to push him away, it was too much. She moaned and whined, scratching his thighs with her nails, back arching off of the floor. He was only half way in when the walls of her  cervix stopped him, he groaned, the way her pussy squeezed around his shaft, pulsing, not letting him move out. He laughed loudly, a little out of breath, trying to control his instincts.

"You're sucking me in like no tomorrow." He panted, his dick twitching inside her.

"A-AH- So big~" She mumbled, eyes rolling back.

"Give me more." She slurred out, dragging his face down and kissing him hungrily, her actions driven by lust and need.

He took that as a hint and started moving himself, thrusting in and out slowly at first, gradually speeding up his movements. (Name) felt the tip of his cock kissing the opening of her cervix with every single thrust, feeling like he was all the way up in her stomach. He almost folded her, holding her legs against her shoulders, keeping her in a mating press, drilling his cock into her pussy. He let out loud pleased sighs, his ears picking up all the lewd sounds of their skin slapping together, the sounds of his dick going in and out of her lewd opening and most importantly her begging and pleading for more.

"M-More More! Give me all you have, USE me as you w-wish!" She screamed out, tongue rolling out of her mouth, her body sticky with sweat and the smell of sex strong around them.

It felt like he got even harder at her words, squeezing her legs together as he pounded into her harsher, forcing more of him inside her, even if it should be logically impossible to do so. His hands held her breasts squeezing them while kissing her mouth hungrily, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. His thrusting was growing animalistic and uneven, his dick swelling and twitching, indicating he was nearing his peak. She could feel how her walls squeezed around him more, seeing one of his fingers travel to her clit and rubbing it to give her more pleasure, she was starting to see black dots in her vision, yelling out his name. Both of them came at the same time, his cum flooding into her welcoming hole, feeling her walls being painted white as her own fluids mixed with his.

"I have so much more to give you.. little one~" He whispered into her ear as he pulled his cock out, her pussy was leaking of his juices, smearing her thighs and staining the ground below.

"What a lovely sight. You are mine now, pet." He purred, lifting her legs up to stare at her abused hole.

He used his fingers to push any leaking cum back into her, not wanting anything to go to waste, he wanted to see her bloated and full of his cum, he would keep filling her up until even Eywa herself cannot deny pregnancy. Her body was still so sensitive, her legs shook as his fingers pushed back into her gummy walls, she couldn't speak or focus on anything else but the almost painful pleasure and over sensitivity she felt.

She yelped quietly as she was turned around on her stomach, his hands on her waist as he pulled her to his body, her ass rubbing against his lower stomach. She could feel his growing hard-on against her stomach, the pre cum staining her, she bit her lip just thinking about having all of him inside her again, this time literally.

"FUCK! Just take me a-already! BREED ME, MAKE ME FULL!" She demanded, pushing against his dick, feeling him rubbing along her slit.

"... Be careful what you wish for" He let out an almost feral growl.

Before she could even mutter out a reply he had invaded her lower regions in one single thrust, not giving her a single warning nor a moment to adjust to his massive length all over again. His hands holding her head into the ground, while the other was attacking her clit, all the while thrusting into her harshly. He bit into her neck, leaving such a deep mark it started bleeding, licking up all of her blood and letting out satisfied grunts and sighs. She didn't even register anything else he was doing, only focusing on how his dick was forcefully digging deeper and deeper into her uterus, forcing more and more of him inside.

She moaned out, pushing against him to meet his thrusts.

"Aren't.. you such a dirty one... I'll make sure.. to fill you to the brim... nggh..~" He groaned, taking hold of her hair and pulling her up.

Her back against his chest, both of them on their knees, he thrusted upwards into her, his other hand pulling her towards him, until he was completely in her. She yelled out his name as he kept hitting her spot deep and rough already past her cervix. His cock shape would surely be engraved into her after this. She kept scratching his arms that were around her and his thighs as she neared her climax, feeling like she would explode any moment now. When he finally reached his last thrust, he stopped, his cum filling her womb completely, she came hard at the feeling of being filled, her pussy clenching around him, her essence mixed with his. 

"Are you okay?" He asks finally, after a long pause.

"Mmm... mm... Y-yeah..." She mumbles, forcing herself to stay awake, her whole body still recovering.

He finally separated his body from her, pulling himself from inside her, seeing all of that cum sweeping out. He chuckled, staring at her fucked up body, he quickly placed his cloth back on and used her jacket to cover her body up. He lifted her up bridal style and walked towards the camp, she was fast asleep in his arms.

"I will make sure to treat you well princess."

-

YAS

[aeskit-ifnie]

Oh, i never posted that here. Im toopid.

After the events of 2025 [coming in another post] June takes a while to get back on her feets. Joongi is extremely worried about her and if she actually gonna make it out of this headspace.

One day, she wants to go out. Their first date out since. Joongi wanted to plan something for her, pampered her so good she forget everything event her own name.

But she refused and said "lets make a date about you" confuse and unsure. She explains how she wants something that isn't revolving around her, where she can just listen to him, something he loves and wishes to show her. Where did he come from and what was important to him before Ijincho.

He brings her to Stardust, to Kamurocho and spends the night talking to her about what he loved about the city, his old Master and what he considered home long after his own dad gave him up.

A night of fun, good food and club and so much stories and laughter, she almost forgot herself in all this. Forgor the lingering pain replace by this light of joy in his eyes. Gone was the worried if only for one night.

And as the sun rise once more, she is glad to see this with him. For him. For herself.

She is glad to be alive.

[the-insouciant-scientist]

All your craft supplies are increasingly red and gold...

Jumping on the Manager Plush train, here's a crocheted doll of him for @thedeafprophet! Done with sport weight yarn and a 2mm hook, this little fellow took me almost two months to make (LOTS of trial and error), but I couldn't be prouder. He's very poseable, has the sweetest smile, and will absolutely watch you while you sleep. (I should know, he's been doing it to me ever since I gave him a face.)

Well, at least that's pretty accurate to canon!

Patterns used under the cut for anyone who's interested! Feel free to message me if you have questions, though, I freehanded quite a bit here but I'm very willing to share my notes. :-)

Main body pattern (minus head, which I freehanded) - https://boosty.to/olyaradost/posts/6a40dd5f-35b5-4c61-a7e2-cbf21b1bb468?share=post_link

Ears - https://www.oldbaycrochetrental.com/blog/2017/3/1/human-ear-crochet-pattern but sized down slightly, using sc's instead of dc and only doing 6st in the magic ring/4-5sc around (i forgor, just do as many as seems correct)

[yourlocalartsonist]

MONTHLY MFIP UPDATE✨✨

9/24 | Month 2 | Next Month | Month 1

Hey folks 🦐 I finally got the chance to make this month’s MFIP Update cuz god damn life was kicking my ass. College is fine for the most part tbh, just a lot of reading and writing cuz of the specific classes I chose. HOWEVER I have 💥FUCKING PMDD💥 so um skill issue on my part but it’s why I’ve been kinda exhausted as shit this week and was late with the update so my bad folks! (Also for more info on PMDD, click here! I don’t wanna spend this post yapping about it but wanted to leave a resource to spread awareness just in case :3). Also, Imma be tagging some of y'all who have been reading/supporting MFIP consistently just for this post, so yk you guys actually know these updates exist. I was gonna do that for the first ever update but as with many things, I forgor, so I'm doing it now! They’re supposed to come out on the 18th of every month, but yk sometimes life happens and I’m a lil late. It won’t be any earlier than the 18th tho so look out for these once it hits that date! Anywho, cheers to this month’s update!

Alrighty folks we be starting with the Art~!

Alrighty so obvious new thing, WE GOT RAPH’S REF SHEEEEEEEET TEEHEEEEEEE

BRO IM SO HYPE ABOUT IT! It turned out so genuinely amazing and I’m ridiculously proud of it! Especially cuz I honestly thought Raph was gonna be a harder design to figure out yk? I’m not used to drawing his body type, I wasn’t as familiar with his outfit, and even tho I’ve sketched him a few times before, I was just a bit nervous with Raph. Funfact, he’s also been the hardest to figure out how to write back when I was first starting MFIP. I genuinely don’t know why, but I got there eventually (I actually really love writing him now—) and same thing happened with his design!

Since MFIP’s taking place a few months after the Krang invasion, i’m able to take creative liberties and update the boys’ designs more! For some clarification btw, in my story’s lore, the invasion took place in September 2020, and MFIP starts on March 2021. Anywhizzle, my ideas for the boys’ designs is to combine their movie look with their show look, cuz while I do LOVE the black on them, it doesn’t feel right to me to not make them still unique in their own ways. These guys are all about authenticity, so why make their gear exactly the same, ya get me? I basically recolored his show gear to be black and red (and added a lil asymmetry on his legs) cuz I think it makes Raph feel older and more sure about himself, just feels right for him! I also just think the red fade on the black is hella cool! Fun lil color theory i think application, the black is more of a really dark, inky blue, so it makes the red pop out even more! I decided to make a bow out of his mask tails, too! I don’t wanna spoil the entire lore reasoning for it yet (it’ll pop up in the story), but I can indeed say it’s intentional that it looks a little like a lunamoth with damaged tails :3 I also took a BUNCH of creative liberties with his sais’ handles, since we haven’t really seen it much so like idk gaslight yourselves into thinking it’s always been this epic✨✨

Also I gave him his shorts back because FUCK YOU I LIKED THE RED TRIMMMM—

OH I ALMOST FORGOT yes he has longer eyelashes! I saw he grows to have really pretty eyelashes in the future cuz of his turtle species, and I wanted to lean into that by showing they’re starting to grow now :3

Bullshit Gag Because Yes‼️‼️

There ain’t shit to say about this, I just pulled a silly. I saw the fact Donnie was supposed to have a “Doctor Donatello” persona in the deleted episode where Dale turns into a werewolf. I’m really heavily on the train of Leo being the team medic and into medicine in general. I don’t think it makes sense for Donnie to be the medic judging by his sensory issues and this mf being as much of a germaphobe as my mom, and in my opinion it felt too stereotypical anyway to have Donnie be the medic. Ofc, to each their own, and this is just my interpretation of it, but I thought it’d be funny if Donnie still had this persona and was passionate about it, but was like horrifically bad at being a doctor. I made this dumbass sketch that I’ll finish sometime in the future (it’s gonna be a chapter in Arc 3 probably) and I just wanted to share it with yall~

THEY’RE HUMAN NOW⁉️

My ass wanted to show off cuz I’m sketching out some ideas of what my human designs for the boys culd be. I already did Leo’s like ages ago so he’s not on here but I’m realizing as I’m typing this my dumbass forgor to post it so um my bad I will do that in a few days—

But I wanted to design (or more accurately, redesign cuz I did draw em once a while back but I’m not satisfied with them) and I think I ate so far so uh yea. There isn’t any logic to sharing this, I just thought it was cool😭

And actually, imma share them here too just so y’all can see my boy ;w;

(A lil outdated cuz I didn’t give him lips at the time)

Okay there we go~

As you can see, I want all the boys to look kinda etherial and like they'd turn heads, and I think I am SUCCEEDING SO HARD SO FAR CUZ DAMNNNN THEY'RE ALL PRETTY AS SHIIIIIIIT TEEHEE✨ Also am tryna make sure they actually look Blasian since that's what the canon of my story says they are. I'll talk about them more another time when I have all of them on here~

But yea that's all for art this time folks :> ONTO THE NEXT THINGGG

Chapter Progress Time Whoop Whoooop‼️‼️

I didn’t make much progress on anything this month due to college—again, it’s fine, but there’s a shit ton of time management going on in my part to just manage everything and make sure I’m on track—BUT I am indeed still working on chapter 10. We’re up to 20 pages now which is only two more pages written from last month, but it’s kinda cool writing Donnie and I feel like I’m getting a better understanding of him! One thing I’ve been tryna do is understand autism better as a condition cuz I do wanna acknowledge and show bro’s autism instead of just ignoring it due to a lack of understanding. Donnie ain’t Donnie without it, ya know? I don’t know everything and tbh I would say I still have A LOT to learn on the subject matter, but I’m tryna expand my knowledge every opportunity I get and experimenting with how to better show it! This is to say tho, I’M NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, NOR AN EXPERT ON THE AUTISM SPECTRUM. This is what I’m finding and comprehending via my own research, and can tbh end up being wrong so please don’t quote me as a reliable source, I’m still learning ;v;

I remember one of the things I kept hearing about was autism leading people to struggle with empathy. The best way I heard it being described was someone bringing the example of when their friend was upset. That person can’t truly feel their friend’s emotions because they’re not the one experiencing it, so can’t properly understand how it’s making their friend feel. But they can see that their friend is communicating their sadness, and they still try to comfort them and make sure their friend knows they’re there for support. I understood it as bringing logic to emotions in a sense; collecting data and figuring out how to handle the situation based on the data rather than using intuition alone.

I’ve been using that to figure out how Donnie might handle more emotionally subtle situations, where he might try to rationally work through what’s happening and kinda substitute it in place of natural empathy. Like the little tidbit I gave above! Instead of just automatically being able to get vibes that the other person is upset, I felt maybe Donnie would instead notice the fact their tone is kinda different from before; it’s basically a data point. With that data point in mind, he could connect it to past experiences where a tone change could indicate a mood change, and as a result he might conclude that Salena’s tone change means she’s upset. I comprehend it as manually working through empathy rather than it being second nature, if that makes sense. Obviously and thankfully Donnie isn’t gonna spend the entire chapter playing a guessing game or anything with Salena’s emotions, it’s just one lil moment that I thought was cool challenge to myself with when writing him! I really love putting myself in the characters’ shoes when I’m writing them or their dialogue. I highly recommend it as a tool too, since it's helped me a lot with staying in character!

Last Lil Segment Y'all

Aight so, I wanted to try doing something cool if y'all are up for it. I really love rambling about my story and lore and characters blah blah blah, but I don't really know how to do so tbh. I'm not that familiar with how social medias work cuz I just never took it seriously, and I don't wanna just keep being like HEYYYYY ASK BOX IS OPENNNNN like I'm screaming from the top of the hill either. Sooooo insteaddddd

I think it'd be fun to do Q&As here! Or at least something similar. I'll open my ask box again and feel free to send any questions you want; it can be about the story, past lore, design questions, getting to know the characters, absolutely anything! Then when I'm gonna do my update for the month, I'll compile all y'all's asks, (prolly will have to tag to make sure you guys know I answered it, or if you ask anon then uh idk look out for the monthly update) and then answer them during the monthly update as the last section! I think it'll be a cool way to make this feel more interactive, and gives me an excuse to ramble. Don't be afraid to ask potentially spoilery questions either! If it's something I can't spoil yet or even give hints or vague answers about, I'll just say so in the update!

Anywhizzle, That's All Folks~!

I'm glad there was so much to talk about this month! I actually deadass thought it would be short but I should know better with my yapping' ass💀✨ But yeah, thanks for reading everyone! I hope y'all enjoy the rest of your days, and I shall see you next month~ Bye :D

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ROTTMNT: Moths Fly In Packs

[drachonia]

𝐚 𝐫 𝐜 𝐚 𝐧 𝐢 𝐭 𝐲 .

Kinktober 2024 Day 10 Jude Jazza x OC insert (Camille)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this one is gonna be a lil' different; if you've read the 'Dark If' stories from JP. Not much spoilers here, but it will be referenced a bit - so if fairytale AUs aren't your jam, feel free to skip this one <3. sorry it got posted later than usual, i've been pretty busy with school and had little inspo for this one in particular. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: i am so sorry i forgor the tags! @candiedcoffeedrops @candied-boys 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: accidental stimulation, jude being jude (with a hint of spice).

The large library thrummed at every square inch with magic, its owner thumbing quietly through the spines that lined the sturdy ornate shelves.

He heard the quiet padding of the princess’ flats across the tile before he saw her, glancing out of the corner of his eye at her. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and back like tiny waterfalls of ink, some tendrils falling to the floor like a dress’ train.

“Whaddya want, princess?” The fae curled his lip, staring her down as she sat in the chair beside the one he usually sat in. He rolled his eyes when she didn’t answer, waving a hand to pour a cup of tea for his guest. The pot levitating as it poured over into a cup, silverwares stirring the milk and sugar in quietly before settling back into place on the tray.

The young woman watched her guarded sorcerer intently as he lingered at the shelf a while longer before finding the title he wanted and walking back over to the chair beside her.

It had been awhile since the pair had — shockingly — become lovers, but the princess wouldn’t trade his company for the world. As soon as he settled in next to her, she grasped his hand gently, lacing her fingers through his and pulling it to her chest gently, giving the curve of his knuckles a tender kiss. The fae’s breath hitched as he watched her lips travel gently down his wrist along the back of his hand. He shifted slightly, glancing back to his book and trying to focus on the bland book in his other hand. Then her lips turned his hand in hers, kissing his inner wrist.

And the sorcerer snapped.

He turned sharply and gave his lover a deep, hungry kiss to hide the heady moan that built up in his throat, only to part with both of them gasping for breath.

“Ya should know better by now that ya don’t start kiss in’ any part of me unless ya want it back tenfold.” He growled a hair’s breadth from her lips, each word fanning with heat across her cheeks, “Do it again, I dare ya. You know exactly what’ll happen.” The man narrowed his eyes

his big hand held her head with an almost claw-like grip, cheeks squished gently. It was a rather attractive sight to see her looking at him with flushed cheeks pressed between his fingers, those pale eyes of hers lidded as she still held his other hand, slowly lacing her fingers through his, turning it back to kiss at the veins that ran along the back of his hands. He even felt the light brush of her tongue against his skin for a moment, jaw clenching and unclenching.

“Alright, that fuckin’ does it…!” He snarled, standing upright and lifting her roughly into a princess carry in his arms. Her soft squeaks and protests were quieted the minute he snapped his fingers and whisked them off to his chambers in the opposite wing of the castle. He lightly tossed her on the bed, “You know I told you not to do that, and you didn’t listen.” He huffed as he tugged the ties to his shirt loose, slipping the garment over his head and exposing lean muscle when he leaned over her body.

“I know…” she answered softly, “Sometimes I like when you let go like this with me, you trust me to see you vulnerable like this.”

Heavens above, this princess was awful for his health.

“You don’t know nothin’…now you’re gonna shut it and feel me for a bit or ya won’t like the consequences.” he chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he pressed kiss after kiss to her wrists, trailing up to her elbow and toward her inner arm to kiss her shoulder. Eventually the sweet but rough pressing of his lips and tongue to her skin left the princess no other option than to let out a breathy whine.

“That’s it…Nnn…” he hummed against her collar, biting deep near the base of her neck and lapping at the harsh marks with the tip of his tongue. He admired his handiwork for a moment before he started to tug roughly at the ties holding her gown in place. Eventually, a loud and harsh ripping sound filled the room as he pulled the binding of the corset behind her back apart, too frustrated to deal with the lacing to wait. He felt her hand thump against his chest as she squealed,

“That was my favorite—“

“I’ll buy ya another fuckin’ dozen…” he snarled, kissing her deep and pressing her wrists against the bed, his knee nudging her legs apart beneath her skirt and feeling how her bare flesh warmed his thigh. The loud rip repeated as he tore her skirt down the middle and let the fabric rest beneath her hips as he reached for the fabric tied at his waist, loosening it to relieve some pressure as his hand found her soaked folds.

“For such a bratty princess, ya sure do like gettin’ tormented, huh?” He purred, her slick folds yielding to the pads of his fingers as he eased two of them in slowly, grunting at the tight warmth that enveloped, “Shit, you’re tight…” the fae hissed, leaning over her and curling his arm to ease his fingers deeper into the princess, her arms released above her head, now fisted behind her in the sheets as she whimpered his name over and over like a mantra that kept her sane. Each pass of his fingers over her clit as he pulled them back only led to another delving of fingers back inside until the sorcerer had set the steady pace of thrusting them into his princess. Once she was wet enough, he started to spread the fingers slowly, gently working her insides to open up for him slightly. His amethyst eyes focused in on how wet she’d gotten and how she dripped around his knuckles in such a way that contradicted her sweet and ethereal appearance. Her cries grew in volume, prompting him to pull his fingers out, earning a whimper from her.

“Alright…” he grunted, sucking his fingers clean and staring down at her like he was appraising an artifact of great value. He fumbled with his pants, pushing them down his hips and kicking them off at his ankles along with his shoes. Climbing over the maiden, he positioned himself at her entrance while her deep sapphire begged for him. With a single thrust, he managed to push inside, her whine mixing with his groan in a soft harmony. The sorcerer braced both hands on either side of her, rolling and flicking his hips each time with heady, addicted moans, staring down at his princess as if in a trance. For a moment he questioned to himself if he was even sane anymore because of her.

"Fuck…!" he panted after awhile, the pleasure in his gut building like mana in the core od his being. Gentle and oh so warm.

Managing to give a few more deep strokes with his hips, the fae finally spilled into his beloved with a low, gutteral moan, his nails digging into the bedding enough that feather down started to fall out of the quilt.

"Fuck, ya drive me mad, princess…" he panted, brow relaxing as he rested his forehead against hers, feeling cool hands on his heated cheeks and gentle lips on the tip of his nose.

He was tormented by her sweetness, soft as moonlight, but he figured that — at this rate — maybe that torment wasn’t too bad if it meant their eternity.

[edwardallenpoe]

Hullo dearest! Please tell us about your thoughts on the several cowardly versions of Sherlock Holmes?? 💛

:v

Well then. I suppose I have been forced to, woe is me.

Anyways. The ONLY acceptable adaption I will not be shitting on is Granada. I love u Jeremy Brett 😘 as for everyone else, they are COWARDS!!!!

First reason why they're cowards, being the obvious reason:

Johnlock

(pt: Johnlock)

Not letting Sherlock and John get together. COWARDS. So many adaptions and only, like, one that I know of let them be together??? (That being this amazing short film I watch ten times a day) And it would be different if they let their relationship just be and let them be platonic while still letting them have that familiar depth like in Sherlock & co., but NO, shows like Sherlock BBC and The Irregulars tease and queerbait to hell and back, and even make the one of them queer and in LOVE with the other (like in The Irregulars, John is in love with Sherlock but as far as I know, doesn't tell him because he's unstable or smt idfk) but they don't get together for one convoluted reason or another. It's frustrating as hell because it's not like there was no substance between the two in ACD/Original canon, it's not like the TJLC invented it bc of Sherlock BBC or the RDJ Adaption, no, their relationship was so deep and so real and so beautiful in ACD canon and if there is gonna be an adaption where their relationship stays the same, that's fine, perfect even, but NO, they add extra bullshit that make you think there might be something and then give unreasonable reasons why they can't be together, making you feel like YOUR the weird one for seeing something that wasn't there apparently.

Reason number two why I find most of these adaptions cowards:

Irene Adler

(pt: Irene Adler)

For some reason, every single adaption (except for my love, Granada<3) they fuck her up. Like. ACD Irene Adler vs BBC, RDJ, Enola, ect. Irene Adler are not the same Irene Adler. Who is she????? Because the Irene Adler I heard in The Scandal In Bohemia, was an upper class woman who had an affair with the king of [Forgor lol] and kept the photo of them together as collateral when he ditched her and tried to get married to a princess.

The Irene in these adaptions??? She's a trickster, a Dominatrix, an Assassin, the Lover of Moriarty, and INSANELY IN LOVE WITH SHERLOCK HOLMES. what the FUCK

Like. Please please please someone correct me if I'm wrong, but is there another Irene Adler in the ACD canon??? Who is all these things?? Because when I watched Granada, when I read the story, and now listening to the audiobook (which, off-topic, found a playlist of free audiobooks of all the short stories on YouTube with a fantastic narrator here) The Woman described in these stories, yes can be secretive and sneaky, but was NEVER fucking like RDJ or BBC's level of Irene Adler. It kinda feels like they just picked whatever character they wanted to make a Pandora out of (which is doubly weird that BBC made Mary Morstan like that when they had Irene but I barely acknowledged post season two canon outside of @gaylilsherlock 's fantastic fics, plus they almost completely left ACD canon after Reichenbach which I don't really mind, but post-reichenbach is a whole other post) instead of making their own character. So I find them cowardly for a) not making Irene at least semi-accurate to the canon besides a tiny photo (even tho canon photo was a FUCKING CANVAS- okay I'll stop) and b) not making up a new fleshed out character of her own to be a secret spy.

And uhhhh I can't think of anything else rn. Yeah:D I would complain about Sherlock & Co. But because it's not finished yet and I like how they're treating Sherlock and John's relationship and also them as their own individual characters I don't have too much to complain about, and I would complain about Irregulars but I could not get past the first five episodes. I just couldn't get into it. It kinda felt like they made a whole story that just so happened to have Sherlock Holmes characters in it. Idk tho.

Tldr: Johnlock and Irene Adler deserved better.

(pt: tldr: Johnlock and Irene Adler deserved better.)

[einsatzzz]

Normal and Sane KHR Merch Haul (it's mostly Hibari btw)

It's been a while since I posted and gushed about the merch I've been getting, and I received a lot since then (esp with the recent Ju/mp Fe/sta) so I'll just combine them all in one post! (this is a long post bc of my yapping, ignore the texts if u just wanna see the pics dkdhdkdb)

The first one here is Hibari's Pri/maniacs perfume! (displayed with the Hibari nitotan nui for size comparison 🤣)

Credits and a very loud eardrum shattering shout-out to @amiahoshi for translating the product description for it and for always saving my life from shit MTLs 😭💜✨🫂 That TL gave me doki dokis hahahahaha helphdhdvfhvdf I'm way too deep into this, I'm beyond cooked 🤣 (I'll just make a separate post for the TL!)

Though honestly, it's kind of a dumbass decision on my side to buy perfume in the first place because I get nauseous from most of them. Not to mention, since this is a flammable item, it's extra costly to buy them from JP.

But surprisingly, when I tried smelling it, it's kinda okay? (or maybe I'm just coping since he's my oshi) So in the end, maybe it's not that much of a dumbass idea to buy this after all.

I won't be using it regularly because every drop of this is gold 🗿💸 and I don't go out often anyway. But maybe when I attend certain occasions I will. I'm almost tempted to buy a second one (one for display, one for use???...das crazy...shut up Ein, have mercy on your wallet)

Next one is Ill/egal Factory Studio's TYL Hibari figure! This one's an unofficial merch btw, but it looks so good that it's definitely worth it! 😭🙏✨

It's quite huge, the product page says the height is around 37cm (at least taller than a regular ruler?). It even came with this really nice-looking photocard and the box looks so good too (which I'm keeping under the desk because I didn't wanna throw it away).

Now, I'm praying for GSC to release an official figure for TYL Hibari. Right now, we do have his Nendo 2.0 coming up, so I'll just be waiting for updates on that one.

Speaking of GSC, I also got his Nendo (1.0) some time last year! The poses are so cute, I'm glad Hibird is with him in this! 🐥💜 (for the GSC Pop-up Parade figure it's here)

This reminded me, I should buy a BJD body for this so I can buy custom clothes for him 😈😈😈 That also means custom nendo for a certain other blorbo hehe 🍎 That'll be another project for a different day and post.

In terms of figures, I'm still on the look-out for the G.E.M. figure (where he's wearing a suit in a dynamic pose ft Hibird) and Ill/egal Factory Studio's Varia Arc Hibari (ft him obliterating Gola Mosca *chef kiss*). Just need the right timing (+ right listing), since I'm doing 5D chess budgeting over here and losing lots of braincells 😭😭😭 PRICE GOUGERS/SCALPERS WHEN I CATCH YOU!!! 🤬🤬🤬 WHEN I CATCH YOU!!! This stupid mf says as she buys their shit anyway. Sorry, I'm part of the problem. I buy the less price gouged one at least???

This Nendo also came with a bunch of free Shikishi boards from the Hikokuji set! 1 x Tsuna, 1 x Hibari, 1 x Dino, 2 x Mukuro, 2 x Xanxus, 2 x Squalo and 2 x Bel. I gave the dupes to my brother (the ones with dupes happened to be his faves lol), so here are the ones left with me (the extra Hibari one is already in my shrine).

When I rearrange my Hibari shrine, I'm thinking of also setting up a general KHR(e) shrine so I can display them there.

Anyway, here's the whole package I got for that batch of shipment!

This includes merch from the Am/ano Aki/ra Exhibit plus Vol 2 of the KHR x San/rio Collab merch. I really love the Sanrio merch they're releasing (it's just so cute! 😭💖 H.K. & H.K. duo, you will always be famous to me) so I make sure to at least get the acrylic stands from Vol 1 and Vol 2. But I spectacularly failed for Vol 3 (it's a lottery, I was so depressed that time I forgor to buy pulls...), so I'm at the mercy of the JP marketplaces again for this and the prices are making me fall to my knees.

For the Am/ano Aki/ra Exhibit merch, I was actually a bit hesitant to buy this tbh because I was planning to personally attend at their last location in Nagoya, so I might as well just buy it there? But plans fell through so I went ahead and bought them. At that time, I thought Nagoya is the last one but apparently there are plans to continue? So if there's another one later this year, then I'll make plans again to finally attend. I just need someone to go with me! Even if I already went to JP before, I feel like I need to go a few more times with someone to get used to international travel 😭 (also I'm slightly a workaholic perhaps, I feel guilty when I take time off work)

Here's the tapestry at the upper-left corner by the way! (plus some other ones I have) It's in-between the two blankets I got from that one auction that got me sweating a lot and almost gave me high blood pressure.

It's so worth it, I wake up to this every day 🤣🫶✨ I adjusted the display from the left pic since then, to make space for the new one in the right pic. (My room has zero windows, so I had the curtain rod installed there just for this purpose ssjdhvfjhsvf the things I do for my oshi...tho I think it's easy to tell how small my room is from this wall, I'm struggling to cram all of these in there fr fr)

Next up is my copy of the KHR's English Dub by Diskotek! I honestly haven't watched it yet because I keep forgetting to buy the Blu-ray External Disk Drive 💀💀💀 I should really order one soon, I'm very curious about how they performed.

Then, after that is my haul from Anpanic's listings! I happen to come across it within like 10 minutes of them posting it, and I never zoomed in on someone's Sho/pee link so fast hahahahaha Anyway, I was fast and managed to grab most of the Hibari-related ones.

And I'm so happy they even included me some freebie Knights (En/stars) merch!!! 🥹💖✨ They probably noticed that my pfp in Sho\\pee is Leo hehe 🥰🥰🥰

I also got merch through The Vongola Hideout too! My favorite from this is the handkerchief showing Hibari feeding Hibird some takoyaki! 🥹💜✨ I've been looking for it for a while now and the ones I've seen before are so overpriced. My other fave is the fish Reborn I caught for Butter ahahaha it looks so funny, I love it so much 🤣🥰🤣🥰 I didn't know this merch existed helpsdjfshjf

Besides those, I got a bunch of CCG of not only Hibari but for my dearest girlies as well 🥰✨ Please look at them!!!

And I really just wanna put the spotlight on this particular card with Kyoko and Ryohei!!! Specifically, this very rare expression for Kyoko-chan awawawawawawa IT'S SO GOOD!!! SHE SLAYED SO HARD!!! I REALLY REALLY WANTED A COPY OF THIS BC OF THAT AND NOW I HAVE IT~😍😍😍

Finally the last ones is the recent batch I got from FJ, which includes the merch sets from the recent Jum/p Fest/a! They were actually two boxes, but one got stuck in Customs due to the holidays, so I have two packages arrive at the same time in the post office lmao

Here are the misc ones I got too! The Ryohei and Reborn ones are what I got because they're in a set with the Hibari chibi gashapon (will be gifting them to my friends too). Then the Fran photocard is an Ani/mate freebie, and I gave him to my brother.

Anyway, that's all for now! I'm still figuring out how I'll fit them all in the shrine in my room lmao For now, I have them chilling in the dining room display case, I'm thinking of extending there too 🤔🤔🤔 Anyone who read this far for some reason, thank you and sorry hahaha I just want to yap and gush about my merch-collecting activities, because I was way too low-energy to do so the past few months. This won't be the last batch 😃😃😃

[hoktom]

Here’s the story I wrote for my English assessment. I’m quite proud of it.

Meant to post it last Friday but forgor.

1100 words

The Accountant in the Tower

The job position was officially “Camp Security”, but each “Guard” knew what they really were: an executioner. Despite this, it was a boring, mundane job no different really to any other; they were accountants sans numerics. Standing at a post instead of sitting at a desk. And instead of calculating overhead or tabulating losses and profits, they theorised probabilities. Who and when and where the next “brave” act of the week will come from. Of course, these accountants didn’t look outward for intruders, but inward for escapees.

“SEC-PO 17 -”

Jacobson was perhaps the guard furthest from the camp, in a watchtower several hundred metres northeast of it. He was often bored, but not so bored that any call over the radio would not elicit a groan. What now?

“- CODE GREEN -”

He had been filing his tax returns. He wasn’t supposed to be, of course. Any distractions were strictly prohibited for a camp security guard.

“- I REPEAT - CODE GREEN.”

The taxes by now were on the floor after a clumsily unsuccessful attempt to grasp the radio. A couple pages sailed out the doorway. Jacobson would later lament, at a quieter moment, how the prohibition of electronics while on the job meant the use of paper. The rule was in place to prevent the leaking of “State Falsehoods”, but he could care less about the image of the state when he was later collecting the paper strewn across the wasteland that surrounded the 30 foot tower.

“This is SEC-PO 17, acknowledged.”

“STANDBY FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.”

A Code Green was not out of the ordinary. Boring, Jacobson thought, another “missing” inma- …refugee. The word “inmate” to describe those in the camps was discouraged by methods not-so-gentle. “Inmate” may infer they were being held there against their will… that these camps weren’t, in fact, for the benefit of those in them. Regardless, refugees went “missing” all the time; it was mostly just an excuse for the accountants in the camp to beat someone.

Still, he had a duty, he reasoned, and so he ambled outside into the heat of the treeless run, not bothering to grab his issued rifle from its rack by the door. It was 5:50 and the evening sun was just above the camp from Jacobson’s view. It was nearly blinding just to look at the camp. Several hundred metres opposite, he spied, were the protesters. Perched on a rise just on the edge of the cleared and salted area, beyond a simple waist high wire-and-post fence. Among these thousands of protesters were the Red Cross, a myriad of foreign press and journalists, and even some UN group complete with peacekeepers; the result of a past incident in which some guards from the camp told a previous set of protesters to get lost… at 1000 feet-per-second.

But the public needn’t be told all this. There were some protesters of low moral quality: sympathisers. That was all.

“SEC-PO 17 - CODE GREEN IS NOW CODE BLUE - I REPEAT - CODE BLUE.”

There it was. An escape. Some would find this exciting; thrilling, even. Not Jacobson. Nor most of the perimeter guards. Just another thing to do. Another ledger to balance. It was a job, not a passion, after all. He dragged his feet back through the door to grab his rifle.

“This is SEC-PO 17, Code Blue acknowledged.”

A dozen klaxons went off in the camp while he secured the rifle in the mount affixed to the walkway railing. Damn! The sun! The sun was a halo of fire behind the camp, blinding the magnified sight of the rifle. He could still make out the vague details with his eyes… There! Movement! He could almost make out a figure running.

He could hear a growing buzzing behind him: the protesters.

The escapee was a woman, he could now see, a cheetah sprinting as fast as its malnourished state would allow.

“SEC-PO 17 - WHAT IS YOUR STATUS? - THE ESCAPEE IS APPROACHING YOUR POST - OPEN FIRE.”

“This is SEC-PO 17, the sun is blinding me, I can’t get a sight until it gets further from the-”

“SEC-PO 17 - DO NOT LET THE ESCAPEE REACH THE FENCE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.”

“This is SEC-PO 17, acknowledged.”

Escapees usually made it no further than 100 metres. This one was approaching the 500 mark.

The cheetah was near perpendicular to Jacobson now. He was still semi-blind when he looked down the sight, but he could follow it…

The spent shell casing hit the ground at the same time as the cheetah. Whereas the shell landed on the flat grate floor of the tower walkway, the cheetah landed in a slight depression, shielded from Jacobson’s view by a flat boulder, no wider than a metre. He knew it wasn’t dead.

Jacobson slid the mount across the rail and swiveled the rifle in any way he could, but he couldn’t see into the ditch. He did see something, though. Out of the corner of his eye. A dozen protesters had jumped the fence and were running toward the rock.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

This never happens.

“This is SEC-PO 17, the-”

“SEC-PO 17 - YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO ENGAGE HOSTILES - OPEN FIRE IMMEDIATELY.”

“This is SEC-PO 17, acknowledged.”

He had never shot a protester before. They are trespassing… Why the hell didn’t the peacekeepers stop them?

They were soon upon the rock. Jacobson could just spy them helping the cheetah to its feet. One got under each arm while the rest seemed to be huddling around it.

Why the hell did they jump the fence? How could one of them be worth 12 lives?

They were moving now. 200 metres from the fence. Jacobson glimpsed a stain of red spreading down the cheetah’s arm.

“SEC-PO 17-”

He switched off the radio at his hip.

150 metres.

He could hit it. He could make the shot.

100 metres.

More protesters were jumping the fence.

50 metres.

Fuck!

Three bodies hit the ground, one screaming. The cheetah was among the mute. By this time the previously indecisive peacekeepers had also jumped the fence and moved in to the scene.

The accountant took a look at the woman he just killed. An inhuman twist of agony had spread like plague across her face. How would they spin this one? He wondered, what absurdity could be twisted into the “truth”? He didn’t dwell on it too long. Bigger lies had been told. Lies that were believed.

He turned to the camp. The halo was mostly gone. The view wasn’t perfect, but he could see the camp clearer now.

Jacobson switched his radio on.

“This is SEC-PO 17…