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[sunnie-angel]

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

Part 5: Homecoming

fem!jason todd x fem!reader summary: jay's finally home and she's got some promises to keep tags: somnophilia, oral sex, fingering, biting, strapping, resolved sexual tension rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 2.5k a/n: so this is the last of my pre-written chapters. i'm putting this series on temporary hiatus, but there is an outline for the second half i just have to actually sit down and finish writing it.

part 4 | series masterlist

The sound of the key in the front door has you tripping in your haste to get off the couch. You come careening around the corner just in time to watch Jay drop her duffle bag on the welcome mat with a thud before you’re on her. She catches you one handed, arm a crushing bar around your lower back. Jay honest to god dips you, spins you around until you’re on your toes and dips you into a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. Her hair is a wild mess where it drapes around your face. Breathless she spins you upright, pulls back and rests her forehead against yours.

“Miss me?” she teases and it’s all you can do not to burst into tears now that she’s finally home. “Hey, hey, none of that now,” she murmurs pulling you close. “Thought my baby girl’d be happy I’m back.”

“I am! I am, just missed you s’all,” you reassure her, hands tangling in the fabric of her t-shirt. Tentatively you rise back up on your tiptoes to kiss her when the most awful growling noise erupts from her tummy. You giggle until your sides hurt, her face going from embarrassed to sheepish in the span of seconds.

“Was in a rush to get home,” she says, colour dusting her cheeks.

“Go shower Miss Saved the World,” you tell her, then press a quick kiss to her lips. “Got some leftover rice from dinner, pretty sure I can whip you up something quick.”

“Sorry,” Jay says, dropping a grateful kiss to your forehead before dragging her bag with her to the washing up area.

It’s easy to simmer the eggs and chicken together, the sounds of the pipes running hot water coming from the bathroom. With a start you realize you’re humming, mirin and soy sauce getting added to the beat of the song. Warmth bubbles up in your throat as you hear the water turn off, the sounds of Jay puttering around finally filling the apartment again. A waft of steam escapes from the bathroom door just as you turn off the heat on your pan. The barstool’s legs scrape the linoleum as it gets pulled back in tandem with you carefully pouring out the mixture on top of the rice. Proud of your efforts, you place the bowl on the counter in front of her with a flourish. She catches your hand and presses a soft kiss to your warm palm, her gaze a mixture of grateful and tender.

“Wait! Wait!” you interrupt her before she can dig in. You turn around and start rooting through the freezer. “Knew I forgot something– aha!” Triumphant you pull out a baggie of frozen chopped green onion and sprinkle it across her bowl. “Okay now you can eat.”

With a fond huff she tucks in, eyes dropping closed at the first bite. A final weight lifts off of your chest as she suddenly goes ravenous, attacking her makeshift dinner with the feral attitude of someone that hasn’t eaten well in a while. Jay lets you hold her hand as she eats, bears your careful inspection of her knuckles with their fading bruises without a word but tightens her hold on your fingers whenever you try to let go. Sighing heavily, she leans back full and sated.

“You treat me too well,” she says, stomach warm and full.

“Nah, just the way you deserve,” you reply honestly. Still keeping hold of her hand, you hug her from behind, burying your face in her damp hair. It didn’t smell right when you stole some of her shampoo while she was gone, something essentially Jay missing from it. It smells like her now and you breath it in.

“Said a lot of things about how I was gonna treat you,” she murmurs, lax in your arms and eyes still closed.

“Later,” you tell her. “Right now you’re more likely to fall asleep face first in my pussy and I don’t need that blow to my ego.” You card your fingers through her hair and feel her shake with laughter.

“Probably,” she admits.

“Go sleep it off and just let me enjoy having you home for a bit. Go!” you urge her and finally she listens. Plants a kiss to your cheek before stumbling off to the darkened bedroom. It doesn’t take long to clean up, mostly putting things to soak in the sink for you to deal with in the morning. By the time you make it to the bedroom, Jay’s already fast asleep. With a smile, your curl up behind, arm looping around her waist to keep her close. You’re not letting her out of your sight anytime soon.

The dream is warm. A kaleidoscope of memory folding together. Jay holding you close, Jay kissing down your chest, Jay looking up at you from between your thighs like some dangerous creature just breaking the surface of the water. She kisses your inner thighs like she did on that rainy day two months ago. Pets and blows on your mound the same way she did last spring. Parts your folds with eager fingers to nibble at your clit like she did right before the first time she fucked you. You breath out a heavy sigh, plaintive as she starts to build up a rhythm. Dreams of Jay are always welcome – frequent now that she’s not here to help you relive those memories – even if you always wake with a cry and the feeling of clenching down around nothing.

This time, the dream feels even more real than usual. You can practically feel the heat of her breath on your cunt, the blunt shape of her nails as the drag along your skin. You grind your hips down, dig your heels into the mattress and toss your head side to side as you chase your pleasure, desperate to come before the dream ends and you’re left with your empty bed.

Something solid prods at your hole and you wake with a gasp, sleepy confusion making you slow and stupid as Jay curls a finger inside of you. She suckles on your clit and your back arches as the sensation lights you up.

“J-jay?” you call out, hands blindly searching for the back of her head between your legs. “You’re really home?” It comes out more vulnerable than you’d expected, voice hitching into a high pitched whine as she curls a second finger into you.

“Never leaving home again if my baby girl can’t tell the difference between me’n a dream,” she growls into your thigh before biting down, teeth sharp as she litters the skin with blooming marks. Thumb steady on your clit she keeps finger fucking you, slick dripping down her wrist. She finds the gummy part of your cunt she’s been hunting for, hooks her fingers in and pulls just as she latches onto your clit again. You come on her face with a squeal, head falling back as the electricity rips through you. She pats your thigh patronizingly.

“There she is, there’s my good girl.” She kisses her way up your trembling body, the burning warmth of her skin telling you she lost her pyjama shirt a long time ago. “Came for me so quickly, your cunt knows exactly who she belongs to, doesn’t she,” she coos at you, a hand reaching out to tweak at your breast. Reflexively your body arches up into her and she grins. “But I made a promise, didn’t I? Said I was gonna make you scream.” Jay rolls her hips against you and you can feel the hard, cool tip of her strap notch at your entrance. “Scream for me, okay baby girl?”

The strap slides home in one long thrust that has your body pulled tight, head dropped back and slack jawed as she pries open your still sensitive cunt. Jay mouths at your throat, sucks a necklace of pretty marks as she slowly draws back and then slams back in. You keen as the textured length of the cock scrapes your insides, fat girth bigger than anything you’d let yourself take in her absence. All the tiredness has drained out of you, replace by something simmering in your blood. You can hear the wet sloppy sounds your cunt makes as she thrusts into you again, her hips hitting yours. She hooks a hand under your knee and readjusts the position of your hips before drilling back down into you.

You gurgle as she hits something you think might be your cervix, deeper than she’s ever been before. She’s carving a place for herself inside of your cunt, walls stretched thin around her. Your whole body jolts up the bed with every thrust and it’s all you can do hang on.

“Jay, Jay need it. Need more, please,” you beg her, her strap fucking you just right.

You claw at her back when her calloused fingers find your clit again, moaning loud and wanton as she picks up the pace. Pleasure bloating in your gut as sparks start to collect under her fingers, your cunt clenching. She leans down to kiss you and you can taste yourself raw on her tongue, still dripping with the leftovers of your first orgasm. Jay pinches your clit and you come with a scream, whole body spasming under her as she fucks you through it. Your vision goes blurry and your thighs twitch around her hips but she keeps going.

“Don’t I always keep my promises?” she purrs, voice thick. “Keep you well fucked in my bed, my sweet girl?” Jay slows the roll of her hips to slow, filthy grinds. Threads both hands through yours and pins you to the bed with her full body, the vulnerability of the position making you gasp high in your throat. Knuzzles into your cheek with the tip of her nose. “Knew you’d wait for me.”

“Didn’t like you gone,” you whimper. “Missed you too much.”

“Missed you too,” she says, rests her forehead against yours. Lingers just out of reach to kiss you, shares your air, your greedy gasps. “Missed my little love.” Finally she givens and kisses you. “Couldn’t sleep without you.” She grinds her strap into you. “Couldn’t think without wonderin’ about you, ‘bout that picture.” Jay kisses the corner of your mouth as you pant at her hips undulating. “Wanted you chatterin’ in my ear ‘stead of the others. Fillin’ up the room with laugher.” You squeeze her hands, her damp hair tickling the sides of your face.

“Don’t leave again,” you beg her.

“Love you too much to let you outta my sight,” she reassures you.

“You– you love me?” you repeat back in wonder, heat rising in your cheeks. She stops moving and you mewl at the loss.

“I– what? I’m literally balls deep in you at 4 in the morning and you want to know if I love you?” She asks. You try to hide your face in the pillows but she won’t have any of it.

“You’ve never said it before,” you tell her shyly.

“Yes, baby girl, I love you. I’ve loved you since the minute I walked into that bar and saw you sittin’ there all doe eyed. Happy?” she says exasperatedly, punctating her last word with a filthy grind that has your clit throbbing. You grin and bury your face in her shoulder. Her words put to rest an annoying little part of your mind that hadn’t been able to put the what if aside since the moment she left.

“Love you Jay,” you mumble into her skin.

“What’s that?” She says, pretending not to hear you. “Gonna need you to speak up a bit.”

“Love you love youloveyouloveyou,” you slur as she fucks you until you’re keening, words warm and true. Her brows scrunch up the way they do when she’s close, mouth dropping open as she works the both of you closer to the edge. Your third orgasm rolls over you, takes you by surprise and washes you clean as you tremble and shake under the weight of Jay’s solid body. She kisses you, soft nips that have you chasing after the comfort of her mouth.

“Such a good girl for me, my little love,” Jay coos into your hair.

The alarm doesn’t wake you up in the morning. It’s the kettle, the one Jay insists makes the best tea because it boils the water right on the stovetop, the one she always forgets is loud enough to reach the bedroom if the door isn’t shut fully, that wakes you with it’s rattling whistle. There’s a book face down on the pillow besides you, the cracked spine softly touched by sunlight. With a sigh you roll back over and close your eyes, still hopeful the last of your tiredness is still enough to pull you back under for a few more minutes before your alarm goes off and you have to drag yourself out of bed and off to work. Wait.

With a shriek you try and rush out of bed, uncoordinated, sore limbs only tangling you up in the blankets and almost causing you to faceplant onto the carpet. Your elbow stings with the slight friction of the rugburn buts its going to be nothing compared to showing up to work 4 hours late if the wall clock is right. Whatever dignified noise you made must have been louder than the teakettle because suddenly Jay’s there to help you up.

“Hey, hey what’s all this then? Miss me that much?” she jokes and you scowl. You can’t afford to get your asshole of a manager any more on your case than he already is.

“I was supposed to be at work 4 hours ago,” you seethe, still not quite angry enough to pull back from her touch after so long. “Did you turn off my alarm?!”

“Yup,” she says unapologetically. Before you can storm off to the bathroom, she wraps you up in her arms even as you hiss and scowl. “Aaaand I also called in and said you were taking the day off because your fiance was back from deployment.”

“I— bu- what?” you sputter. Jay just presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Real piece of work that manager, said if it was for one of our brave boys then you could take tomorrow off too,” she hums.

“You told my dick of a boss with his Top Gun hard on that my fiance – who does not exist – is back from a deployment – that didn’t happen – and he just gave me two days off without any notice,” you spell out slowly, still trying to figure out at what point you had slipped into a different universe.

“Well there might have been a little—” she pitches up into a tearful voice “—we didn’t know if Richard was going to make it, but he’s alive and asking for her.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you tell her, rolling your eyes affectionately at her.

“Yeah, ridiculously in love with you,” she says semi-seriously. She plants a kiss to the top of your head. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you tell her and savour the warmth of finally having her home.

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Three

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 2,6k

Warnings | +18, Coarse and explicit language, sexual insinuations, humiliation, prostitution, angst, smut noncon, non-consensual touch, forced blowjob (Jimin is not the one forcing her), Jimin is driven by hatred, this is not for minors!

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | The third chapter of Dark Moon has arrived! There will be more and more explicit details in the story that are not suitable for minors, remember this is a yandere story!

Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @dragons-flare, @m00njinnie, @seokjins-luigi, @pjmsneverland, @jimincrystal , @ajkwww, @ungodlyjoon, @hecateslittlewitchling

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That day the girl finished arranging her new clothes in the closet, she thought back to Ester, now she understood that such an asshole attitude, even if she still did not share it. She had recently arrived and had in no way tried to attract that bastard's attention, if that woman had lost her place as "favorite" it was certainly not her fault. And if she had to be honest, she found Ester to have horrible taste in men, how could anyone want to belong to that beast? She recalled Jimin's mocking eyes with disgust and thought back to his fingers mercilessly rummaging through her intimacy, a shiver shook her. No, that guy would never even lay a finger on her again, she would rather fight to the death.

Far more different thoughts crossed Jimin's mind. He had not thought twice about dumping her in his personal room at the Dark Moon, sending Ester away unceremoniously. He had found the hatred in Y/N's eyes delightful when he had played with her a bit and Ester on the other hand was now an old toy for him. "Is the newcomer already to your liking?" Jimin turned to Jin, they were all gathered at the big table of a high-class restaurant and one hundred percent sure, no one would ever know about their dinner there, the manager was a close friend of Seokjin's. "Actually, I haven't tried it yet," he stretched lazily, crossing his legs, "But it looks interesting." "What about Ester?" asked Taehyung, intrigued, at which Jimin rolled his eyes. "It's not for me anymore, you know how I am, I get tired easily," he replied with a grimace, his friend laughed. "So you won't be offended if I have a ride with her," said a voice ahead, Yoongi was grinning felinely, Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"You've always had a chance to take a ride, even more than one, I remind you that she kept opening her legs for many other men as well," he said sarcastically, Yoongi moved his hand as if to chase away an annoying insect. "You are my friend, I could never touch your stuff without permission." "But last time I found you with your cock in Mirin's throat, or am I mistaken?" asked Taehyung with annoyance, a roar of laughter erupted, Yoongi did not deny it. "Man, it's not my fault that your favorite is among the horniest in the Dark Moon." Taehyung's face at first irritated, relaxed into a wry smile, "Indeed, I chose her for that." Hoseok briefly spat the wine he was sipping onto the table, even Namjoon shook his head with amusement. Seokjin, unlike them, did not take his eyes off Jimin. "And will you allow me to take a ride on your new prey as well?" Jin's question left him unprepared for a few moments, was he okay with it? He wondered, and a strange discomfort in his chest intensified as he reflected on those words. Everyone stared at him waiting for an answer, but the boy was unimpressed, his firm expression unchanged. "She's still one of your girls, Jin," he smiled, "Who am I to forbid you?" The chatter at the table resumed, everyone went back to his own business, and Jimin's smile faded little by little as he continued to think about those words over and over again.

Hanon entered her room without bothering to knock, found her in front of the mirror ready for that night. Y/N had been forced to wear an evening gown with a light fabric, the deep blue color would have suited her, if the dress itself had not had a neckline so deep that it reached her navel. She felt naked, dirty, and the falling straps on her arms did not help the discomfort the girl was feeling. "Oh! You're ready, I thought I'd have a harder time convincing you," she said cheerfully, Y/N lowered her gaze mortified, she still cared too much about her life to risk a deadly ride in the Han River and this demolished her more, another woman with more pride and self-love would have gotten herself killed, she was just a coward. "But..." Hanon squared her with a critical eye, "Something is missing." She joined her in front of the mirror and retrieved from the bag of expensive makeup she had been provided with a lipstick, and not just any lipstick, it was red as sin. "You have to put this on" Hanon chirped not giving her time to retort, she took care of it herself to pass it over lips of the younger girl, "Well, you know...clients like it when you make a mess" Y/N immediately flinched, what little she had managed to swallow at lunch was coming back down her throat.

"How can you talk so easily about such a thing?" she hissed, disgusted by the older woman who seemed more than willing to make her irresistible to those pigs. It was as if she was more than willingly selling her out; she could not bear it. Hanon huffed, closing her lipstick quietly; after all, she had managed to put it on anyway. "I'm sorry, sometimes I forget you're new, I've opened my legs so many times - and not just those - that I consider this to be normal," she pointed around the room, most likely referring to the Dark Moon in general. "I don't want this to become normal for me," Y/N shook her head nervously, but Hanon was unimpressed. "If you want it to become bearable, you're going to have to make it normal, and I don't want to come across as the bitch who has no heart and doesn't understand you, but believe me... I'm the only one right now who wants what's good for you, the others can't stand newbies, and you're not Ester's favorite person right now, maybe you never will be for obvious reasons, so just accept it," she explained harshly, before giving her a key, "Room 508, you will wait there for your first customer and smile, asking him what he wants to start with or if he would like to relax with some soju first."

Y/N sent down a knot in her throat, nodding. "What are the clients like?" she asked, unable to imagine what kind of men she would have to serve with her body. "They are ... clients, there are many kinds with very different positions, the most dangerous ones however are left to us mature, you don't really have to worry about that." After that Hanon escorted her to the room, letting her open it because, as she had said, she had to learn how to best juggle in there without the presence of the older woman. The room in question was average, so it did not have to be a high-ranking client, just wealthy enough, Hanon left her alone and she took to inspecting the room, ran a palm over the soft blankets and with a shuddering sigh lay down on top of them, she had been told that she had to make herself ready on the bed because clients preferred it that way. She waited for the man to arrive, trying to relax the muscles in her face and body; it was true, she was no longer a virgin. But it had always happened in one bleak way, she petrified and afraid, until she had made the decision to take her sister with her and run away, even changing her last name. He wanted to give his sister a better future, and now she had ended up like her older sister, if not worse. She gritted her teeth in guilt, she would never forgive herself and it was only fair, she did not deserve peace.

Jimin arrived at the lobby at that moment, let a girl take off his coat without so much as a glance at her, adjusted his shirt collar, and headed for the elevator. There he met Namjoon, who was going in his exact direction. The man inside the Dark Moon dealt with more boring matters, such as taking customer reservations or arranging meetings with associates, plus he himself took care of the girls' most urgent needs. In a sense, he could be seen as a kind of janitor in there. "Hey, Jimin," he greeted him, Jimin reciprocated with a gesture of his head, "Have you seen your beauty? It's been three days and you haven't told me anything, should I be worried?" he joked, the dark-haired boy raised an eyebrow. "No, I haven't seen her, Seokjin sent me elsewhere," it was true, Jin had filled him full of commitments, but only because he himself had asked him to make him do something, he didn't want to see the girl, there was something that made him stay away from her, a feeling... something that told him that if he saw her one more time, the unthinkable would happen and that scared him, "Why should you worry, anyway?" Namjoon lifted his shoulders, "She has her first client tonight, I wouldn't want to have someone on my hands who doesn't know her business."

That news blocked Jimin from saying anything else, his jaw stiffened and his breathing quickened due to the constantly racing pulse. "Who would this client be?" he asked instead, feigned detachment. Namjoon thought hard about what to say to him, but opted for the truth; he could not lie to him. "Choi Minho, he was looking for entertainment with something new and I proposed her to him, it's just business, Jimin." Namjoon saw Jimin snort through his nose, amused. He didn't like that reaction; when Jimin found something funny - and there was absolutely nothing to laugh at - it meant he was up to something. "Jimin..." he said in a serious tone. "The room number, Namjoon." "Seokjin needs him, he got engaged to a minister's daughter, such a connection is not to be missed, and the waters are calming down." The tension inside the elevator was palpable. Jimin hated Minho. Didn't he wear all those piercings for pure aesthetics, every single piece of metal covered micro scars that still stung the boy, that piece of shit had gone unpunished and now he wanted to fuck with his prey? "Namjoon, look at me," he hissed, "I will not let him or another member of his family find pleasure in here, in my territory, among my comrades, he is polluting my air and I will not tolerate him," he said harshly. The silver-haired boy let a sigh escape, "Seokjin will not be pleased."

"I will talk to Seokjin, I have a few things to say to him on the subject." "... The room is 508, don't make me regret telling you." When the elevator doors opened with a gentle ding, Jimin darted out, moving confidently through the corridors of the brothel, leaving Namjoon to scowl to himself, realizing with a few seconds delay that he had screwed up big time. "Shit." On the other hand, several girls immediately distanced themselves from the young man; Jimin did not enjoy much popularity. If his appearance was that of an angel, his practices had been invented by the devil himself. He looked up counting the room numbers with manic attention, he didn't know what he would do once he got there either, he just knew he didn't want Minho in that place, in that room. With her. 510, 509... 508. Reaching in front of the door he tried to open it, finding it obviously locked. He mentally imprecated, this was not going to take. He would have to get tough sooner than expected, then. He gave the door a mighty kick, followed by a second and then a third, the latter breaking the lock with a dull bang that allowed him to enter. He could have simply asked for a copy of the key, but he did not want to waste further time.

He thus found Minho with the zipper of his pants open, but with his clothes still on, was towering over Y/N, the girl was lying on the bed and staring at him with a blank expression, as if she had surrendered to what was to come. The now-open dress gave a wide view of her naked breasts, as well as showcasing the obvious and fresh bite marks that were now purplish, a motion of disgust invaded Jimin's stomach. "What the fuck do you want, Park Jimin?" asked visibly irritated Minho, who until a few seconds earlier had the clear intention of playing a little with the girl's still untouched mouth. Minho had to admit, Namjoon had given him the gift of a nice treat, but Jimin's presence had never been required. "I don't want anything from you at all," he emphasized, pointing to Y/N who, like an automaton, was watching the pierced man in front of the door almost as if she had not seen him.

When Minho had entered the room she had as if immobilized, she had simply done his bidding, he had told her to open the neckline of her dress and she had done so, he had bitten and sucked her skin and she had not said a single word, she was a sad little doll, little doll who would have even sucked his cock if Jimin had not come in by smashing the door with unheard of tranquility.

"Forget it, I paid to spend an evening with her, wait your turn," growled Minho, who could already feel his cock drooping in his pants because of that bastard.

"We also do refunds, you know?" he asked, clearly ironic, before changing his expression altogether, "Get out of here, Choi. You're contaminating my territory, sullying what belongs to me." "And you get out of my way, Park. I will not leave without finishing." The two hurled lightning bolts and thunderbolts from their eyes, then something shone in Jimin's, something the girl could not quite define, standing there motionless and nervously awaiting orders, she gazed fearfully at Jimin's sharp smile, who shifted his eyes to hers. "Did you hear that, cupcake? Get to work, Mr. Choi wants to start with the mouth?" he addressed the last question to the person concerned, who was unimpressed. "I have no problem getting it out in front of you," he hissed, before finally lowering his pants along with his boxers, Y/N felt dead, she would eventually do it. For a moment she had hoped, she had hoped that this monster would save her from such humiliation, but no, if possible he had only made that situation worse, because he would watch her being used as a soulless sleeve. She refused to look toward that pig's loose erection, her eyes were still on Jimin, who in return did not take his gaze off her.

The tense jaw testified to Jimin's true discontent, who felt his blood boil with rage when Minho forcefully grabbed the young woman's hair, forcing her with a stern, violent move to take her full length, Y/N widened her eyes horrified, gasping for air. "Keep still, you little slut! Show your boss how you make me come." Minho used the girl's mouth with unprecedented force, heedless of her shrill cries, his only thought at that moment was to fuck her, proving to Jimin that he could do nothing against him, even on his own turf. Jimin felt the bestial urge to kill the bastard, but another idea took shape. Minho was about to come when he heard the sound of a trigger ringing in the room. The barrel of Jimin's glock was pointed at his side, just waiting for a slight pressure on the trigger to release the lead that would surely take him down.

[hadilsblog]

Cooking with Luffy 🤏🏻💗

I apologize if there are a mistakes , as I said, English is not my first language 😭

Warnings: nothing

Fluff

"Mommmm, I'm hungry!!!" Luffy sighed in frustration.

You chuckled slightly as you handed him a cookbook you recently bought.

"How about we cook something of your choice?" you said, smiling as you handed him the book.

He jumped with joy, picking out what he wanted, his eyes landing on a dish.

"Mom, what do you think about this?!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, pointing to a dish consisting of meat, rice, and eggs.

"Oh, that's called Jūdon. It takes about twenty minutes to cook," you replied, smiling.

"Let's make it then!" he shouted excitedly, pulling you into the kitchen.

"First, I need to put the rice on the pot-" You were interrupted as you found the rice container in front of you.

You patted Luffy's head, then started putting the rice on steam to proceed to the next step.

"Alright, next, we need beef, and we have to cut it into slices," you said calmly as you took out the knife from the drawer.

"Here's the beef, go ahead and wash and cut it into slices," he handed it to you.

"Now, we also need white onions and cut them into small slices."

"Let me do this!!!" he shouted eagerly as he cleaned and started cutting them, tears forming in his eyes.

"Luffy, are you crying over an onion?" you asked dramatically.

"No, I'm not like that, I'm a man!" he said as he continued to hold back his tears, showing you the plate of onions he cut.

"Well done, very good!" you said as you patted his head.

"Now, do we have soy sauce? All I see is dust," as Luffy ran to the fridge and returned before you could blink.

"Yes, we do!" he said enthusiastically as he handed you the sauce.

"We won't use mirin in this dish, so we'll put in sugar syrup, honey, rice vinegar, and water," you explained as Luffy put the ingredients in a bowl and mixed them.

"We also need brown sugar."

"We have itttt!"

"And we also need pickled ginger."

"Is this enough?" Luffy innocently wondered, his eyes sparkling (I want to eat him already).

"Yes, it's enough. Now let's start. Get the frying pan ready," you said.

"Got it."

You placed the pan on the stove and started frying the chopped white onions.

"Look, Luffy, watch us first fry the onions until they become soft like this," you said calmly after noticing the smoothness of the onions, Luffy watched with interest.

"Now, we'll add the beef we cut earlier with the pickled ginger," you said with a smile as Luffy handed you the plate of beef and ginger for you to put in the pan.

"Look, Luffy, isn't the color of the beef beautiful?" you said excitedly as Luffy stared at the meat as if it were his salvation, muttering the word "meat" as he reached his hand towards it, only for you to gently slap it away, making him withdraw his hand.

"Careful not to touch hot things, Luffy!"

"Okayyy."

"Now we add the sauce we mixed earlier and wait for about three minutes until it thickens," you explained calmly as you added the rice.

Luffy brought two plates to put the rice on.

"Luffy, please turn off the stove," you asked calmly as you set the table.

"Got it!" he shouted enthusiastically as he looked at you with warmth.

"Now let's put the sauce on top of the rice. Do you want to do this?"

"Yes!!!" he placed the sauce gently, shaping it into a smiling face on his plate and a heart on yours, making you laugh a little and pat his head.

"I feel like we forgot something," you said, putting your hands under your chin to think about what you forgot, Luffy ran to get the book and placed it in front of your face.

"We forgot the boiled eggs!" he said, pointing to the picture of the dish with his finger.

"Oh, you're right." You quickly boiled the eggs and placed them on the plate, starting to eat.

"Delicious!!!" Luffy exclaimed excitedly as he tasted his food.

You smiled back.

This is what food looks like 😭-

[casteliacityramen]

Previously: Hana ordered a bowl of Kitsune Udon and Ray asked a rather deep question to which Hana responded with clarity. @pokitsune

Ray listens attentively. But, as Hana takes a pensive stop to think, his hands sneakily shifts to the x-transceiver behind the counter away from their view.

Sounds easy enough...

His attention is brought back to Hana as they started to talk once more. Other than a slight twitch at the words "I hated it-", Ray gives Hana his full attention..

It wasn't long until Rio came back.

She trots off, shooting a thoughtful glance over to Hana to see if her presence bothered them any longer. Nevertheless, she continues to do some "book keeping" away from Hana’s area–most likely to give them the reprieve from the cynophobia she was informed about.

After unpacking the groceries, Ray takes stock of what he has in front of him.

Hana has already humored him with a deep response to a heavy question, so to keep them waiting without food would just be rude. He’s going to have to work with what he’s got and take short cuts.

Short cuts or not, this was a delicate operation. Skipping the steps to soak the seaweed to boil it might risk a bitter and slimy stock if boiled too long. Take time too little to twice fry the tofu and you’ll end up with a sad addition of soggy tofu. He has to time it right…

The broth shimmers with golden clarity. The noodles look like they are not too firm and not too soft. While there may be traces of some of the spice falling to the bottom of the bowl, it looks complete and carefully concocted.

A tasteful addition of the necessary toppings sit proudly on top. The Inari-Age looks like it's not typical of what you'd expect from Kitsune Udon, but reminiscent of the sweet and salty taste despite its hardened and crispy texture.

This is the type of a lunch that will have you ready to take on the afternoon without feeling too bloated. 

By all accounts, Ray thinks he did a pretty good job. He’s quite proud of himself for this one. 

I followed this recipe to do some research!

I gave myself the limitation of "ok there's a customer who needs their food asap." So 10-15 minutes max. Here's what I found:

The recipe is absolutely right in claiming that dashi powder isn't as good as homebrewed dashi. HOWEVER I live in a place where Japanese ingredients are hard to come by. I'm actually surprised I didn't find bonito flakes.

You can skip the soaking konbu part, but I hiiiighly recommend it. You'll end up with a broth that doesn't feel complete if you skip this part. Speaking of broth, udon noodles are also extremely filling--if you make a broth with it, it better not be heavy because you'll be a vegetable after you eat. But if you get all the ingredients right, you'll end up with a good meal that I totally forgot to take a picture of. Just imagine it's what I drew because that looks better anyway

I didn't read the instructions close enough--the inari-age is supposed to be a marinated/seasoned in dashi, soy sauce, and mirin. I just had bland tofu puffs... In my defense, there's a lot of Japanese terms thrown around and the recipe blog was un-intuitive to follow.

Granted, there's absolutely no way you can make inari-age in the span of 20 minutes, especially if you're making the tofu from scratch. One way to change that, however, would probably be in the process of combining the seasoning/marinating process with the frying process. I can't confirm this, I haven't tried it and I was getting too antsy to let this reply go unfinished.

[vinodiriso]

Mirin's owed list

Hello! I will try to knock down as many owed stuff as I can throughout the day~ since I finally hit the perfect combo today (not busy + will to write + none to burst my bubble), I need to take advantage of it!

ASKS (latest ask call, not accepting!)

n.b: some of the people I owe to left no preference for muses, so either you let me know now by commenting on this post or I will go with my gut.

@shinobinvku || Yoshino for Sakumo

@historias-multorum || Yoshino for Hana

@torntruth || no preference

@sunchascd || dealer's choice! (Kankuro for Temari)

@hatredcurse || no preference

@suturedninja || no preference

PLOTTING! Latest plot calls: 1 (not accepting), 2 (accepting)

@dcvium || requested Geralt or Rolan

@ninjatales || requested Morgana

DRAFTS (asks + replies): 27 21

[eolewyn1010]

This is not even my desk and I'm surrounded by about twenty things to do. (Clarification: My sister allows me to use her computer while mine is at the repairshop because she's a lovely human being.)

Things that went good:

I'm currently brunching a bowl of noodles and leftover veggies, fried in my soysauce-mirin leftover from my Ramen cooking adventure. It's delicious; go leftovers.

The kitties are snoozing in the sun, not knowing that it's, like, 3°C outside. They're so cute when they sleep.

I've tried out one of the recipes from the Ramen book my mother bought me, complete with wood ear fungus, miso paste, sichuan pepper, all that good stuff I never really dared before. Went well, and I'm inspired. Gonna try out so much Japanese cooking, you guys. Next up: bonito flakes and kombu. Also, I now have, like, four liters of unseasoned chicken broth in the freezer XD

I'm about to finish three books, which I tried to read parallel which gave the appearance of slowing down my reading year. Gonna dial it back now they're done. One is a repeat from last year; getting back into Flavia de Luce. The others I have yet to review.

I'm one and a half coloring away from finishing my OCkiss Week drawings.

Things that went not so good:

The repairshop still hasn't called back about my laptop. It's been two weeks; what gives?

My psychiatrist was super not helpful about the entire maybe-get-autism-diagnosed business. But he only seems to pay attention for half the talk anyway. Also, his secretary is still a rude bint who won't even wish me a good morning when I wish her one.

I keep forgetting to reply to my brother's messages. I'm thinking of it now that I don't know where my phone is, but once I've found it, I will have forgotten. *sigh* Brain...

Things to do tomorrow:

Go to the bank. I burned some cash on a nice shirt, fancy cooking ingredients from the Asian supermarket, and a few new pencils, and only felt mildly guilty.

Things to do these days:

Weave a hex against Lindner. I will not stand for another Bundestag that includes him.

Go visit my friend for a couple days to get some shit sorted out.

Scan in my last OCkiss Week drawings.

[saerins]

i hope sae has a REALLY good explanation for that lipstick mark because what... 😭 ALSO I WANT TO KNOW WHY HE NEVER TOLD Y/N ABOUT MIRIN OH THIS MAN HAS SO MUCH EXPLANATION TO DO

BAHAHA i was reading through the replies too and i love the reactions from you guys 😭 I WONT SPOIL ANYTHING but next week you guys will receive a whole chapter of his POV from the beginning :) (if nothing changes !!) but tbh his closest friends in the series are oliver and eita and they are both 🚩🚩🚩 lmao

[vodika-vibes]

Okay, I think I have Evie figured out. Here's a rough appearance (my art ability reverted back to stick figures after high school, lol)

Evie Mirin, Pantoran Jedi Padawan

Apprenticed to Jedi Master Feemor when she was 12 years old.

She uses the Shii Cho fighting style, and her kyber crystal is pale green, and she is in training to become a Shadow.

Evie is both clumsy and accident prone, though she claims that she's just unlucky.

She plays the ocarina, a musical instrument she picked up on a random planet and was encouraged to keep playing. And she's trying to cultivate cacti in her room.

Evie genuinely believes that people are inherently good. And that people who are walking a shadowed path only need someone to guide them back to the light.

(A fact that has nearly gotten her killed on more than one occasion)

She isn't so arrogant as to believe that she has to be the one to lead them back to the light, though.

Evie recognizes that people who walk on the dark side of the Force can be dangerous, she just...doesn't recognize that at times. She's not naive, just a little oblivious.

And now, a snippet~

"Thank you for coming, Feemor," Mace says to the Master Jedi, "As I understand it, your Padawan is 18 now. Old enough to be considered for knighthood?"

"Absolutely not." Feemor replies bluntly.

"Need Generals, we do." Yoda chides his former grandpadawan, "Old enough, Evie is."

Feemor nods and pulls a little notebook out of his robes, "Three days ago, Commander Wolffe brought my padawan back to me after she was almost eaten by a man-eating flower at the botanical gardens."

He flips a page, "Last week, Commanders Bacara and Neyo saved her from being mauled by something in the Works. Why was she in the works, I don't know. But they followed her and saved her from being killed."

He flips one more page, "The week before that, Commander Cody returned my padawan to me after she tripped over her robes and slammed into a tree. Which knocked a hornets nest down, causing the hornets to swarm her. Which, in turn, caused her to fall into the Dagobah lake in the room of a thousand fountains. Accord to the Commander, it took four of them to free her from the mud, and it took them thirty minutes to pick the leeches off of her and wrap her injuries." Feemor pauses, "She broke her ankle when she tripped into the tree."

He closes his notebook with a snap, "all of those incidents happened in the last month. So no, Master Yoda, I will not be recommending Evie for Knighthood, unless the Order is going to splurge for her to have a dedicated babysitter."

Masters Kenobi, Koon, and Mundi all look like they're trying not to crack up, and Feemor is pretty sure that Mace is fighting a smile, "Very well, Feemor." Mace says solemnly, "You're dismissed."

[chaoticallycosmic]

Elijah smiled at her reply. It made him chuckle softly as he focused on finishing the starter for her. "It'll be ready soon, don't you worry. I am a man of my word. I am glad you enjoyed the milkshake," he grinned over at her as he turned off the stove and started plating the prawn and ginger dumplings he had made for their starter. "Prawn and ginger dumplings with mirin and soy dipping sauce," he announced as he placed the plate in front of her and waited patiently for her to taste the dumplings.

"Well, you've impressed me so far with the milkshake but the jury's still out on the starter...which will be ready in how long?"

[fruitanddarkness]

Continued from: x || @likesguyskakarot

⭑･ﾟﾟ･:༅｡.｡༅:ﾟ::✼✿　　✿✼:ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

That wasn’t the reason? Maybe she misread the impression she got from him... but Mirin was certain that she felt a great power emanating from this man. The way he carried himself and the way he seemed to draw the attention of others was enough to make her think so. But if love wasn’t the reason he was strong-

Well this was certainly embarrassing and maybe children's fairytales are not to be trusted...

“Oh.” 

Her furry appendage curled and swayed lowly in the face of her slight discomfort, only to perk up at Kakarot’s question of having previously met.

“No, we haven’t. But I wanted to meet you. You’re different from the other Saiyans I’ve seen. Really different...”

[cake-writes]

So I'm running on pure adrenaline and minimal sleep buuut I have a good idea for your positive marvel things. "Sam Wilson would want you to keep fighting. Even if it's winning the fight to get out of bed." Maybeh? Idk maybe not maybe needs tweaking??? Ifuckingloveyousomuch kthnxbai

AHHH I LOVE THIS! AND YOU 💖💖💖

Sam would be the most encouraging out of anyone! (Not to mention he’d use that sense of humour to get you doing some self-care.) PRECIOUS BEAN

[cantillat-moved]

@lovedloyalty ❝oh, nothing. It’s just that those are some special-looking rice balls you’ve got there. ❞ (vritra @ archer)

❝ You have a good eye, Divine of Confined boundaries. ❞ the bowman couldn’t help but be respectful with titles, even when it might sometimes backfire spectacularly. The rice balls in questions had some orange and green colored mixed with the pale grains. ❝ This is called Devil’s Onigiri . ❞ with a name like that and the way Archer said it in his deep, imposing voice one could be mistaken to think it could be some delicacy with a special story behind it and generations of tradition – but, in fact, it was something that a convenience store chain came up with. The name wasn’t because of any connection to actual demons – the advertisement claimed it to be “devilishly addictive” and “devilishly delicious” as well “devilishly high calories”… ❝ It is made with the usual short grain rice, tenkasu, aonori and tsuyu souce. ❞ he explained, placing one finished onigiri on top of the others in the place. ❝ Feel free to help yourself. ❞

[mikanrulz]

But what if lucifer wears a skirt because he got one hell of a butt ( like azazel's) and prefers that no one sees how fine his butt is 🍑��

It’s also probably the reason why Lucifer wears an armor that covers only half of his chest: so that ppl would be distracted by what can be seen and not what’s purposefully hidden.

otoh it’s also possible the half-chest armor and skirt thing is actually a part the “in” fashion style in Lucifer’s generation.

this is bcs Grigori, currently the only known fallen angel hinted from Lucifer’s generation, also sporting the same style of armor and skirt thing; and in Grigori’s case, its even more outrageous.

At least Lucifer’s armor still pretends it’s an armor by covering half his chest; meanwhile, Grigori’s armor does nothing except emphasizes how Grigori has such nice chest and abs, look at all this nice exposed skin pls.

but if armor style is based on generational fashion thing, then why does Arakiba, who explicitly claims coming from the same generation as azazel and seems pretty close to him, actually goes no-armor and prefers to expose everything?

(unless you count his accessories as armor, which I don’t)

But Arakiba also wears one of his two belts (they probably count as 1 and a half but humor me here) the same way as Azazel, diagonally loose, so maybe at least the belt style is a generational thing.

while Azazel’s leather clothes might be skin tight, considering he wears that bigass distracting chain on his chest in his original card (and genesis), it certainy looks like he prefers ppl to not look at his chest.

idk how his body type is perceived within SnB world, but judging from card illustration above he’s thinner than Demon Lucifer. And in GBF, he’s officially “skinny”. And Arakiba, his close bff, is glaringly “big and muscly” (those big thighs, damn).

I don’t count female fallen angels here bcs regardless of generation most of them (except Olivia) like to expose their chest. Below are Mirin (who appears together with Lucifer in events sometimes) and Samael (who loves snakes. and also has loose diagonal belt style. /coughs)

But, uh, back to Lucifer.

While Lucifer certainly has a nice ass (and he may and may not try to hide it with that skirt thing), considering he is also the 2nd-in-command in Hell, and the actual Leader of the Fallen Angel Army, and not to mention that giant bigass sword he likes to visibly carry whenever he’s out of his room…

…it’s just kind of scary to even attempt to think of him in *that* way.

Gossiping about the scandalous love lives of Lucifer’s (admittedly attractive) direct subordinates (grigori, azazel, mirin, samael) are fair game and totally fine, but when it starts skirting around Lucifer’s affairs… ppl take a thousand steps back.

this is to say, if there’s such thing as The Sexiest Demon polling, then Lucifer will totally top it a thousand years in a row probably. But otoh, if the polling is on The Demon You Want to Sleep with the Most, then he won’t even rank.

ppl admire him, but they also would like to just admire him from far, far away.

so when one of said direct subordinates kinda starts having frequent “private audience” with Lucifer and Lucifer in turn shows blatant favoritism, the Heaven Guys (bless their pure souls) call the aforementioned direct subordinate “Lucifer’s right hand man”, while the Hell population calls him “Lucifer’s public secret”.

Everyone knows but they much prefer to not know also they really want somebody, anybody, to erase their memories of the knowledge please and thank you.

I kinda lose track of the original ask but uh we were talking about lucifer’s appeal how it affects his and azazel’s relationship right? :D :D :D

/is shot

[lunalillyhbhb]

Lea's home

Chapter 8 pt.1

With test season coming up, I request Lea's mom if I can take some time off and focus more on my material and practice questions. This time of is much needed, I need to really remove myself from creating more situations that could potentially eat into my study time, and at Lea's place, those possibilities are everywhere. Lea, Mrs. Nicole, Mirin, Khushi and Roxanne too, I see them too often, and one thing always leads to another and I end up spending.... "quality" time with them. I can't have that now, I need to distance myself from them and my work and really get into preparations.

I miss Lea. Bad. Really bad. I want to suddle up on her chest and listen to her heart beat for me.

To make up for my absence, Lea's mom opened up a few spots and Lea recommended some of her juniors who she's close with, and asked me to meet up with them and give them a general gist of their duties before they agree to an interview. I plan on meeting them after 3, roughly at the time their classes should get over with.

Three o'clock rolls around too soon and I leave my things behind in my spot in the library and make my way to the gym where the meetup was planned.... let's see, if I remember correctly, their names should be Arielle and Arianna? In their 2nd year I'm guessing, should be around 20 years old.

I wait by the bench outside with a small note in my hand with the general duties of a maid and what's expected in their household. For 10 mins I see no one nearing the bench. This is bad, it doesn't reflect well on their character. Being tardy on the first meeting doesn't show them as reliable people. Or maybe they just got the meeting place wrong and are waiting somewhere inside the gym...... I decide to check before assuming the worst and dropping a message to Lea.

The gym is usually empty during this time, most students prefer working out in the morning or after 6 pm. Looking around, the place is clean and the equipment is shiny and inviting, but empty, save for a trainer sitting by the front desk. I walk up to her and inquire if she's seen 2 girls walk in and she replies that she did in-fact, see 2 girls walk into the women's locker room 20 mins ago and assumed they left already. I thank her and continue to the locker room just to check.

I open the door quietly and step inside. I hear the hushed sounds of heavy breaths and small moans. Of course, there's nothing suspicious about this, if anything this happening in the gym makes most sense.

"Arielle and Arianna? You guys in here?" I call out as I turn the corner. I'm met with 2 red head identical twins, tousled together in what I assume is some stretch position looking hot and bothered, panting slightly with their cheeks flushed, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights as they stare at me. I guess I must've interrupted these twins' private stretch routine.

"Sorry I was looking for someone, please don't mind me!" I turn back to head outside. "Wait!" one of the redheads call out. "I'm so sorry, we should've paid attention to the time."

"-We thought we'd squeeze in a quick workout-"

"-and didn't realize we overshot our meetup time!"

Wow. I always thought the whole twin completing each other's thoughts was a made-up thing, guess not.

"I'm Arielle"

"-and I'm Arianna!"

Ooh! They're Lea's juniors!

Arielle and Arianna dressed in their workout gear look cute but also very sexy, their thin shirts hugging their large breast quickly rising up and down with their breathing, their slim waists accentuated by high tights and thick thighs. I remember them now. These two are quite popular on our campus, the sexy twins who are very smart and studious and extremely shy, only ever seen with each other and no one else. Many have tried to get in their pants to no avail, so there's no point in me trying either..... I mean, it's totally not like I want to steth them right now and see if their heartbeats are beating equally fast at the same time.

"Just give us a minute-"

"-we'll pack up our things and be with you in a bit!"

"Sure!" I reply, stepping out quickly before I let them see my thoughts running wild..... just a simple glance at them in their workout gear has me quite riled up. I start thinking, just how far does their identical part go? Do they make the same expressions, have the same emotions, react the same way? Do they have....the same sensitive zones....do they squirm the same way when stimulated, do their moans sound the same, do their hearts beat in sync-

"We're ready!" They say in unison, as if taunting my train of thoughts. Today is going to be rough, but I'll power through this somehow, and try my best to keep that image out of my head.

I go over their duties for the time being and how they can manage their time alongside work, getting to know a bit of them in the process. Contrary to the rumors circulating around, they don't seem shy.... in fact, they were very friendly and nice to be around. I wonder why they don't hang out with their classmates more often.

I walk with them to Lea's house, determined to finish this as quick as possible to return to the library and continue my study session. For now, I just need to get them acquainted with the house and the rooms. While walking, they kept chatting about various things but somehow, they seemed distant, as if their mind was elsewhere, as if they too wanted to finish this soon, probably due to other plans. They kept fidgeting with their hair and fingers, trying to be as calm as possible.

Lea's house is quiet, no one seems to be home at the moment. Nice, no need to stop for pleasantries. I walk through the place quickly, guiding them through the important rooms and their quarters. As the tour continues, they abruptly stop.

"Any doubts/questions for me so far?" They shake their heads no, and look at each other, silently communicating something desperate with their eyes.

"Do you mind.... if we use the restroom?"

"We'll be back quick, promise!"

"Sure!" I reply. "We'll meet back in 10 mins? I'll be waiting in the maid's quarters." They nod at me and then walk away quickly. Their strange behavior is starting to worry me.....maybe their classmates have seen this side of them and that's why they find it hard to approach them?

Ten minutes pass by quickly yet there's no sign of them. Late again. This habit of theirs is very concerning, maybe I really should warn Lea and ask her to find someone else-

No. Let me give them a fair chance before making up my mind. I walk around the house looking through each room. As I pass by the storage room I hear the same noises like back in the gym locker room- muffled breathy moans. This time, coming from the storage room.

I quickly pull the doors apart and find the twins.....entangled in each other's arms, making out with such intensity and passion, eyes tightly closed. I am unable to pull my eyes away from them, while they are so engrossed in each other they still haven't noticed me. I watch them as their tongues intertwine, wet sloppy moans escaping, hard to differentiate who it's coming from. Their hands roam each other's bodies and I notice each of them has firmly placed her hand under the other's left breast, as if firmly holding the other's heart in place. My mind instantly remembers what it was thinking and before I lose myself, I clear my throat loud enough to be heard over their moans.

Their heads snap back so quickly it almost gives me whiplash. Again, the same deer caught in the headlights look.....so this was their private stretch session. Mortified faces, as if their dirty ugly secret was exposed for the whole world to see and yet....their palms never left the other's heart. As if even in that moment when their shameful secret was out, they still couldn't let go of that sensation, and I know beneath the mortification they are secretly enjoying the way their hearts are beating out of control.

I have something to use against them. The corner of my lips curl up slightly. "Make yourselves presentable and meet me downstairs. Now." I order and walk away.

Time to put my thoughts to the test. Let's see just how far their identical features really go.

[vinodiriso]

Hello! I am gonna be free for the rest of the day, so I hope to be more active this afternoon/evening!

I will prioritize backstage work, such as putting up a bio for my fandomless muses + a few AUs/headcanons.

I will try to sprinkle in some asks/replies as my inbox and my drafts are getting full. I will also send the asks I owe people, don't worry!

I am also toying with the idea of adding Hidan as secondary muse. I have a lot of ideas for the Jashinite Cult and immortality in the Naruto world, so maybe I will. Who knows. If you want Mirin to pick up Hidan, try convincing me! LOL