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[digiflora]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘!

ꪆৎ choso ⸝⸝ sukuna ⸝⸝ gojo ⸝⸝ ino wc.

summary. life as a streamer creates all sorts of potential interactions- whether between other creatives, or just some random person in a csgo lobby...

contains! ꪆৎ streamer au ⸝⸝ cosplayer reader (choso) ⸝⸝ some suggestiveness + downbadness lmfao ⸝⸝ nerdjo my beloved

𐔌 gia's notes! ☆⌒(ゝ。∂) woioi chat. i've been on such a 2020 first lockdown nostalgic kick recently im ngl... hence the title of this fic LOL. and lowkey the content too 😞 you can kinda tell that i ran out of steam while writing this... but o well

streamer!choso [@/ch0k4m0] who is relatively well known- technically, for his gaming abilities, though what solidified his online fame was his rather candid commentary, with seemingly no filter between his thoughts and the words that come out of his mouth. that, and his looks which had broken the internet when he had face revealed, catapulting him from a fairly unknown but well loved streamer to regularly getting hundreds of thousands of views on his streams.

his current streams mostly consisted of him working his way through resident evil. viewers could expect to see a decent progression within each stream due to choso not being completely useless at playing the game, alongside his dumb comments diminishing the fear factor of the franchise ever so slightly. and of course, his ever so subtle crush on the character ada wong.

'chat oh my GOD i've never been so in love with some pixels before'

'ada baby please, just one chance. i know that i'm 3d and you're 2d but we'll make it work'

every time a cutscene of her plays, there's an absolute torrent of messages and donations teasing him for his poorly hidden crush, ones that choso takes the time to properly read through during his breaks in the stream. such an occasion happens now, with choso reading out some random comments when a new donation rings out, the text to speech voice that comes with it bearing a demand

'choso you need to look up this account RIGHT NOW and look at the video they just posted'

his brow furrows as he reads the username, deliberating on whether he should actually follow those instructions or if his viewer was just trying to mess with him. ultimately, he conceded to his chat's wishes and opened a new browser window, typing it in.

a mere few hours later after the stream, you found your notifications to be blowing up more than usual. you had posted a new cosplay video earlier today, but even then there was a little TOO many notifications to be your usual audience. you noticed that you had been tagged in an edit, inclining you to click on that before wading through the likes and comments. every time that you received one it was a special kind of joy, with the knowledge that someone enjoyed your cosplays enough to inspire them to make something. you hear the music begin to fade in once the edit loads, though the intro clip has you confused as you don't think that you've seen it before.

obviously, you recognise choso, the handsome and funny streamer who got really popular recently, and one that you have unfortunately joined many others in appointing as your resident e-crush. you weren't big on watching streams, but every time a clip of choso appears when you scroll, you can't help but watch the whole thing, partially for its entertainment value, and partially because of just how cute the guy looked on your phone screen.

so really, it was quite the surreal experience to hear your username fall from his lips as the clip plays on your phone, and you watch the edit in disbelief

'am i spelling this right, chat?'

'and the latest video, right- oh it's, holy fuck-"

the beat then kicks in. clips of your ada wong cosplay flashing across the screen, one final flashbang of choso's face as he watches your video with an almost comical expression of awe. you're left absolutely flabbergasted as the video begins to loop, clicking on the comments to see what the hell was going on

'get in damn line choso 😩'

'BROOOODJFNSJG I WAS WATCHING THE STREAM AND I JUST KNEWWWWW SOMEONE WAS GONNA MAKE AN EDIT WITH THAT CLIP 😭😭😭'

'the stream was like 2 hours ago this edit was so fast wtf'

'it should have been meeeeeee ughhh'

'the way choso scrolled thru her ENTIRE account and then followed her... that man's finally got a crush on a real personnnnn'

that last comment captures your attention specifically, and sure enough, you see his username amongst your many new followers. it pays to get noticed by a popular streamer, you suppose.

and then, to your utmost surprise, you also see his name pop up within your dm requests

@/ch0k4mo: sooo are you in need of a leon kennedy by any chance

the dm isn't exactly suave, but it has its intended effect as you blink at your screen as you process it, finally letting out a squeal of excitement, screenshotting the message shamelessly. your friends are not gonna believe this. and then, only after running laps around your room and waiting for your erratic heartrate to return to a normal tempo, you type out a shaky response.

@/yn: funny that you ask that, cos i had a few video ideas in mind ;)

you can only hope that on the other end of the line, choso is having a somewhat similar reaction to yours.

streamer!sukuna [@/kingkuna] who is notorious for causing chaos online, whether on fps games such as cs and valorant, or even on the more inane roblox games where he makes a living off of terrorising little kids. actions speak louder than words, though the streamer is quick to utilise both when instilling terror on whichever server has the misfortune of having him

'i do this for the love of the game, chat'

'well, that, and because bullying little runts is fun'

all of these actions, streamed live every wednesday and friday, helped to garner sukuna a rather.... distinct reputation.

despite being considered an asshole for all intents and purposes, sukuna had somehow amassed a following, all from his persona of being an online troll.

so this week's particular stream was especially shocking to his fans for all of the wrong reasons.

it started off like any other stream, sukuna casually reading off the odd message in his chat whilst preparing for the stream, retorting some snarky comment that has the chat getting more and more riled up, all with a shit-eating grin on his face.

it was more or less a love-hate relationship between him and his chat, though everyone seemed happy with the dynamic, expecting no less from the streamer.

this stream in particular was particularly anticipated, if the steadily increasing viewcount in the corner was anything to go off of, probably due to the fact that this wasn't quite like his other streams. despite the countless hours of his content, very little was known about sukuna, and as a 1 million subscriber goal, the man had acquiesced to people's demands for a q&a.

it started off as well as it could have, with rather generic questions rolling out. but of course, knowing sukuna's audience (and his lenient moderators), some raunchier ones started to worm their way through

'does it... jiggle when i walk? mods, get this clown out of here'

sukuna rattles through the questions, his fans clearly revelling in his embarrassing childhood stories, in the knowledge that his hair is not dyed, and how he views his streams as training to continue defeating his nephew in fortnite whenever they play together.

and then, finally, the fated question

'kingkuna i have to know for all the ladies out there... do u have a gf??'

it's a special donation message, one that rattles off loud and clear in a way that absolutely cannot be missed, though with the amount of time it takes for him to respond, he may as well have.

'hm, wouldn't you like to know?'

there's a torrent of outraged messages, before a deep booming laugh emits from the man.

'ehhh, i'm just fucking with you. of course i do, she's my forever girl.'

there's another torrent of messages in chat, though they're now oohing and ahhing at just how uncharacteristically sweet the streamer is being. his eyes flit over the incoming messages, his grin widening as his gaze lifts to somewhere beyond the webcam's reach.

there's a silent exchange, no words needed before sukuna reclines back in his chair, his legs spreading as he makes room for whoever's coming into frame.

'she's right here, too. everyone say hi to y/n'

and when she situates herself right on his lap and his arm wraps around her waist, the chat goes crazy. the streamer seems to remember his regular image, cackling at the desperate onslaught of messages eager to get even a morsel of information about the two of you, instead starting to click away at the preparations needed before he ends the stream

'oh would you look at the time, looks like i'll be having to end the stream now. see you suckers on wednesday'

'byeeeee!'

you can't help but chime in, giggling and waving right at the camera before the stream shuts off, and you feel sukuna begin to truly relax into his chair, shuffling you impossibly closer to his chest, hugging you to him and burying his face against you.

'aww, you big baby'

'dunno what you're talking about'

you giggle at your boyfriend's antics, though definitely used to them by now. instead, you get comfy, letting sukuna use you as his personal pillow as you card through his hair with one hand, the other unlocking your phone and you begin to scroll through twitter. #kingkuna1m was already trending thanks to the premise of his livestream, and you can't help but click on the tag, looking through some of the most recent tweets.

'never would i EVER have expected SUKUNA of all ppl to be relationship goals'

'praying on his downfall fr 🙏🙏🙏 he doesn't know how good he has it'

'he's so EVIL for ending the stream like that omfg'

'the way he looks at her IM SICKKKKK ☹️☹️☹️☹️'

that last one comes with a video, a hasty screen recording of those last few moments of the stream as you wave at the camera, though you're focusing on the shamelessly lovestruck expression on sukuna's face as he watches you. it's enough to have you giggling and kicking your feet right in his lap, and he grumbles, his spare hand catching onto your flailing ankle

'quit squirming, brat'

'but you're just so cute, kunaaa'

you show him your phone screen, and it's your turn to study his face as he looks at the video impassively, though he can't hide the little twitch of his lips.

'my camera must be faulty, gotta get a new one'

streamer!gojo [@/sago] who is affectionately known by his fans for being a big fat nerd. it's not like he tries to hide it, the background of his setup decorated avidly with all sorts of posters and memorabilia from his favourite shows and games. compared to other streamers, too, gojo wasn't one to particularly shy away from details of his personal life, his laidback and easygoing persona making it easy for people to become regular viewers of his streams.

on said streams it was commonplace for his chat to ask him questions about himself, and more often than not he would give them an answer- and on one of these such occasions is when he let slip the fact that he had a roommate. and that in itself isn't anything too worldbreaking to hear, but it's the way he almost lights up as he mentions your name that has his fans intrigued.

even more interesting is gojo's reluctance, for lack of a better word, about relinquishing more information about you. how quick he is to change the subject, or act as if he never read the original message at all.

and in an impressive effort which has the streisand effect in strong contention to be renamed to the gojo effect, this only further instils a need for his fans to know everything that they possibly could about you.

it's arguably one of his most well-loved bits with an incredibly long longevity, with a large amount of fanmade compilations of him at least alluding to it

'who's my roommate? i'll let you know when i find out'

'come back with a warrant, fed'

'that's some very personal information there which i would be hesitant to spread online. what do you MEAN i was telling you all about where i grew up 2 minutes ago-'

(you get the picture)

therefore, it's a rare and delightful treat whenever a new tidbit about you is let slip by the streamer. the day that your name got accidentally revealed by him on stream was a day for the books. and of course, since gojo's fans were deranged, your insta account and subsequent face reveal were soon to follow.

and once the cat was out of the bag, gojo seemed to begrudgingly relax about your secrecy. you started popping up in streams a bit more often, usually just a face peeking in to the room of gojo's setup, a sneaky wave that satoru would notice later and grin to himself about. he's got a highlight reel of your appearances on his twitch profile that he likes to rewatch more than he cares to admit.

one time, he even had you sat next to him during a just chatting stream, the two of you shooting the shit. his fans were quick to point out how red the tips of his ears were throughout the whole stream. and how he looked at you like you hung the moon and stars whenever you spoke. and how he kept looking at you like that even when you weren't speaking.

it was never official, but satoru's feelings for you were.. rather obvious to anyone with the time to tune in to his streams. his touchiness regarding you seemed to make a lot more sense now, and became the newest aspect of satoru's life for his chat to ruthlessly mock.

today was just a regular stream- some mindless shooter game that satoru was way too invested in, no mentions or guest appearances of you. until now.

the door opened in the background of the stream- satoru's eyes flick up just before the door even moves, as if he had a sixth sense just for you- and you storm into the room, closer to annoyed than your usual cheery self.

'toru, you forgot to take out the bins. they're being collected tomorrow so don't leave it too late

and just like that, you're gone again. there's not even an ounce of hesitation before satoru is getting up from his desk, headphones coming off despite the yells of his teammates for him to stop fucking around and help them rush a.

chat is making their usual comments, a spam of their love for you and excitement that you've made an appearance. a few keener watchers were geeking over the toru nickname that's sure to make their way into the next y/n and gojo compilation video.

and despite all of this, satoru's heading out of the room.

'my girl's mad at me guys, i gotta go fix it'

and he's only gone for a few minutes, at most. but it's like an implosion of oncoming messages, all scrolling past his screen with no eyes to see them.

gojospinkietoe: FIRST TORU THEN MY GIRL!!!???? OHHHH MY GOD 🥺🥺🥺

iwatchmen: the gojoyn fans are gonna loveeee this

gojoyn5evrrr: SOMEONE CLIP THAT

funnily enough, satoru doesn't even realise the slipup until he's almost back to his room. at least he can blame the blush this time on having to have gone outside very briefly.

it's not exactly the same as his usual slipups when it comes to you- usually, there's at least an element of truth to them, but this appears to be sourced from somewhere deeper in his brain, a lot more of a subconscious desire that he hoped wouldn't breach into the conscious realm.

not until he was ready, at least.

streamer!ino [@/yunglean4ever] who's more of an up and coming streamer.. but he's slowly and steadily making his way up the rankings!! his game of choice is usually an fps, with his default usually being csgo. or something like that. he enjoys the straightforward nature of it. and teabagging his opponents when he's in the mood to be a little shit.

during these livestreams he's met many a different player, some friendlier than the regular silence or automatic irritated mood that most seemed to have- or some russian guy screaming words into the mic that was anyone's guess as to what it meant.

and while interacting with said teammates is always a promising aspect of entertainment, ino wasn't one to remember most of these interactions, save for a few especially distinct ones.

one such occasion is when he meets you. you've got your mic on, which is always more appealing for ino than having to communicate via typing or reading chats, and even better is the almost instant connection that the two of you make. you giggle at his silly username, he indignantly defends his love for drain gang, and the rest is history.

one match played together turns into a friend request, which turns into becoming a party, which turns into playing duos, which turns into goving each other your discords, which turns into many more rounds which extend way after ino ends his stream.

it was merely a start to this new... something, but with the way that ino caught himself laughing a little too hard at your mildly funny jokes, he had a feeling that it would turn into something much more.

so when he boots up his pc the next day, it's not much surprise to him that there's some giddy emotion that he feels when he says a message from you

'wanna play? had a lot of fun last night w u :D'

he couldn't type out a response fast enough to contain his excitement.

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[httpsserene]

Hello hello! How are you?

I wanted to request a Yuki Tsunoda one-shot before you close your inbox.

I was thinking of a GN!Driver!Reader (if possible) and Yuki going out for a stroll after the Japanese GP in which the reader got P1. Yuki is showing them around, local places to dine and such... Seeing them be so interested in his ramblings he starts to realize some stuff and decides to act on it!

Please and thank you! Have a nice day! ☀️

why don't we go there — 𝐲𝐭. 𝟐𝟐 yuki tsunoda x gn!driver!reader (reader's race/ethnicity/appearance is not described but, they're bi-poc < 3) 2.7k words. requested! by @anicega 🤎 oneshot & smau. yuki pov. fluff. feelings realization. pre-relationship. explicit language. alcohol consumption. flirtation. author's never been to suzuka, i apologize for anything that's incorrect or inaccurate.

synopsis: yuki's private tours include exclusive features, just for you.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. serene returns with a yuki fic/smau she was hoping to post in celebration of him being promoted to RB...have this as consolation instead. belated happy holidays and happy new year, 2025 will be all you wish it to be x

title inspo from one direction's why don't we go there (miss u liam🕊️) they were my #3 artist of 2024 and i'm not ashamed to admit that. when i read this request for the first time i instantly thought of this song and it just had the vibe of realizing you're crushing on somebody.

in other news, my 3k followers celly will serve as my v-day special this year and will last the entire month of february (this is how u properly celebrate black history month) !!! so, trying to finish writing the last of my requests so i can focus on doing the 3k celly requests :) more fics and info coming soon but in the meantime, enjoy reading xxx

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twitter • april 7th, 2024

Yuki watches your expression bloom with awe as you take in the endless sprawl of Sakura trees within Suzuka Flower Garden. Your hand grasps his forearm gently, tugging happily and exclaiming in delight as pink and white petals float through the sky. The flowers (while not as novel to him as they are to you; he’s seen many Sakura seasons growing up in Japan) make him feel nostalgic, memories of his youth—before F1, before karting—tingling somewhere at the back of his head. It feels like a lifetime ago.

Your mouth remains open in amazement until you end up sputtering around a mouthful of blossoms, and Yuki laughs. 

“Take a picture of me, please?” Yuki accepts your phone, not complaining as you make him take hundreds of photos before you find two or three that you deem acceptable. 

Yuki remains silent during your stroll underneath the trees. He allows you space to inhale the vanilla-like scent, to marvel at the image of graceful, falling petals. Every so often, the comfortable silence is interrupted by a passing fan sharing congratulations. They smile kindly while praising your first-place finish, but grin wildly while cheering for Yuki’s first home-race point. 

“She sounded happier about your point than she did about my win,” you remarked, not offended or annoyed, but charmed. 

Yuki denied the idea, but his pink cheeks undermined his credibility. The earlier silence is absent, but not missed as Yuki begins to explain the significance and traditions of cherry blossom season in Japan. 

“The sakura is our national flower. It symbolizes Spring—the time of renewal, life and death, beauty and violence, the fleeting nature of life. The blossoms only last for two weeks, which tells us to appreciate what we have,” Yuki relays, recalling what he was taught in elementary school verbatim.

“We have cherry blossom parties,” he grins at your envious gasp, “—called hanami. The translation is ‘watching blossoms.’ It can be just a walk like we’re doing now, but we also have picnics under the trees with family, friends, and even colleagues. There is also something called yozakura, which is doing the same thing but at night. My middle school held a hanami every year.”

You come to an abrupt start, turning to look at him with pleading eyes, “Let’s do a yozakura! Can’t we have dinner here? I want to see the trees at night—it must be beautiful! ”

Sympathetically, Yuki frowns, “We don’t have enough time to have dinner here if you still want to make it to the shrine before it closes.” His resolve weakens at the growing pouty downturn of your lips, “…I guess, we can have a snack here before leaving.”

He lets you drag him to the closest takoyaki cart, pleased to see the vendor’s patience as you order in choppy Japanese. While the food is being prepared, Yuki tasks you with finding the perfect tree to sit underneath while he stays near the cart.

“The two of you make a cute couple,” the vendor comments, smiling adoringly.

Yuki chokes on his exhale.

The two of you are far from resembling anything near a couple. Or, at least, Yuki thinks so. He thinks of you as a close friend but, do you see him as a friend? What if you view him as a colleague, or worse: just another annoying, backfield, competitor? Banishing his spiraling thoughts, Yuki considers there is no need to correct the kind lady. She doesn’t seem to recognize him. And, if she did follow Formula One, she would know you two aren’t a couple.

“Arigato gozaimasu,” he utters after a beat, reaching for his wallet as she begins plating the snacks.

She refuses to accept payment, ushering him to grab the small plates, “You’ve earned this meal; for your point and their race win—it is free.”

Yuki nearly exhausts himself expressing his gratitude to the vendor as he thanks her and deeply bows. When he finds you sitting underneath the chosen tree, he realizes he forgot to correct her assumption about his relationship status. Instantly, he forgets again, as you reach toward him to tuck a blossom behind his ear with a smile.

“Kawaii, Yuki-chan~,” you tease, grabbing your takoyaki dish off his stunned-still hands. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he flusters eventually, cheeks burning at the sounds of the word cute and his name leaving your mouth in quick succession. Even if the grammar is incorrect and it’s nothing more than a joke.

Yuki practically swallows his snack in one bite. He didn’t know he was terribly longing for authentic street food until his first bite. Not wanting to rush you to finish, he busies himself by searching for the most unblemished flower he can find on the ground.

Yuki waits for the perfect moment when you're distracted by brushing away the petals clinging to your clothing and tucks the near-perfect blossom he picked behind your ear.

“Now we match; kawaii desu~,” he chirps, his grin deceptively innocent. “Close your mouth, it would be a shame if you swallowed more petals.”

Yuki snorts at your offended gasp and dodges the soft punch you throw out as you both dispose of your trash and head back to the car. 

The drive to Tsubaki Grand Shrine is filled with anecdotes about his childhood mischief on these very streets you're passing by and questions about shrine etiquette. He didn’t realize you were so concerned about acting respectfully in the temple until you forced him to quiz you on appropriate manners and the important steps. Your dedication to having the perfect etiquette makes him think you’re one of the kindest people he’s ever known. It’s characteristic of you to be mindful of different cultures and kind overall; the fact that you willingly chose to celebrate a win by letting Yuki show you around Suzuka is telling. 

Yuki parks smoothly, and soothes your worries calmly, “You have no reason to panic. It sounds like you have it memorized—and if you forget anything, that’s what I’m here for. I would be a terrible tour guide if I let you fuck around and get cursed.”

With a healthy amount of side-eye, you quip, “I will write an extremely negative review and give you one star on Yelp. If you decide to fuck around, be ready to find out! Is this your intricate plan to get me cursed with bad luck so I don’t win another race this year?”

With an appalled expression, he earnestly denies, “If I had to pick any driver to win besides myself, I would pick you,” Yuki sees your eyes soften sweetly and he swallows nervously, needing to deflect the attention, “And, maybe Pierre. Only because he would be mad if he found out I chose you over him.”

The soft tinge of your stare remains even as you roll your eyes at him and giggle, “Of course! I could never compare to your lil’ boyfriend Pierre.”

He shrugs, the two of you exiting the car and making your way to the entrance. Feeling devious, he speaks loftily, “Hey. we both know there’s nothing little about Pierre.”

Yuki can admit he deserved to be deafened by your shriek of disgust. His ears continue to ring as you adamantly state that you don’t need any image of the Frenchman in your brain besides the view of his car shrinking away in your mirrors.

The distraction was effective, your earlier panic about proper manners is nowhere to be found as you confidently navigate purifying yourself at the chozuya, only looking toward Yuki once for reassurance. While you’re busy being awestruck by the architecture and natural beauty, Yuki carefully makes sure you don’t stray into the middle of the pathway and finds himself taking candid photos of you. He knows you’ll be disappointed that you forgot to take any, but he doesn’t want to interrupt your reverence. Hopefully, his idea of what makes a beautiful picture satisfies you. He pauses at the thought, wondering if it’s odd that you’re in the forefront of all the images. 

You’ve always been attractive—photogenic, to him.

The two of you reach the shrine and Yuki lets you pay your respects first. He offers you a handful of coins to choose from, reminding you that the amount doesn’t matter, any coin will do. You decided on a 5-yen coin; Yuki’s certain you’re unaware of the belief about that coin increasing your chances of finding a significant other. Although, he is aware that it’s an urban legend. It doesn’t stop his chest from tightening when he thinks about you in a relationship, with somebody who isn’t him. He tosses a 5-yen coin in the offering box to match.

He doesn’t believe in the myth, but if there’s any chance it helps him get together with you he’ll take it.

Burning incense at the temple comes without any more romantic realizations. Buying omamori, on the other hand, has Yuki thinking that what he feels for you is more than a simple crush. He forces himself to not stare at your selections and focuses on his purchases. An en-musubi (for finding love) for himself, and he’s chosen two for you: kotsu-anzen (for safe driving—he thinks it’s a little ironic) and katsumori (for success and victory—he knows you don’t need it).

On the way to dinner, Yuki notices your shuin and asks needlessly, “Is that to remind you of visiting?”

He can feel your gaze as he watches the road in front of him, hearing you ponder over your response, “Of visiting the shrine with you? Yes. Um, I don’t know if this is weird but, I bought you a couple of omamori, if that’s okay?”

Your tone is bashful and when he spares a glance, you avoid eye contact, fiddling with the shuin anxiously. 

Yuki sighs giddily, relieved, “It’s not weird because I bought you a couple too. We can exchange at the restaurant?”

He sees the shock on your face from the corner of his eye, as if you weren’t expecting him to do the same. It angers him slightly, his previous obliviousness. If you didn’t ask him to show you around tonight, he never would have been aware of his budding feelings for you, nor the feelings he thinks you already reciprocate.

You’re overwhelmed with the number of choices at the hole-in-the-wall sushi establishment Yuki chose for the night, eventually slamming the menu shut and asking him to order for you. He sits up straighter at the responsibility, rattling off the plates he’d like to the server, mindful of any preferences and dietary restrictions you have. 

A flight of sake samples is brought to your table, and Yuki finds it fitting that you enjoy the sweetest flavor because it compliments you. The alcohol loosens the tension gathered in him, helping him maintain a semblance of a regular conversation while he refrains from thinking about the shape of your lips, your attentive shining eyes, the length of your neck, your inquisitive questions as he recalls his childhood, the dip of your waist—Yuki doesn’t take another sip after he feels his eyes straying. He’s enamored with your undivided attention and it makes him feel hotter than he was in Qatar last year. 

He asks to see the omamori you’re gifting him before you can comment on the flush spanning from his cheeks down to his collar. Receiving kotsu-anzen (for road safety) and katsumori (for success and victory) from you only serves to make him redder. He thinks about asking for your hand in marriage when he reveals he’s bought you the same and your flush blooms to match his. 

With impeccable timing, the server begins to deliver the endless amount of plates Yuki ordered and the moment passes without being addressed. He almost whimpered aloud when your eyes fluttered shut at your first bite of food, moaning appreciatively at the taste.

Desperate to distract his hindbrain, he stutters, “W-What was I talking about before?”

Yuki feels like you know what he’s trying to hide, your eyes omniscient. He spots the corner of your lips tilting upward into a smirk, but it vanishes before he can be sure and you remind him, “You were talking about beating Natori in Motegi to win the F4 title in 2018.”

The rest of the meal remains lighthearted, intrigued chatter flowing around bites of food as you compare and contrast your junior careers and hometowns. It carries to the final stop Yuki brings you tonight, Isozu Beach. The vast, dark ocean is bathed in moonlight, the salty breeze cooling the air, and the coastline is lit up with buildings. The sound of waves crashing against the shore melts away as the heart-to-heart you’re sharing becomes his sole importance. He’s holding both pairs of your shoes in one hand, listening to your occasional giggles as the tide slips high enough to wet your feet and tickle your ankles. Your lilted and somewhat slurred speech tells Yuki you’re tipsy, but you’re insistent on simply linking your arm with his to prevent yourself from stumbling as you continue to walk the length of the shoreline. The stroll resumes and you slowly lean more of your weight into him; your head nestled on his arm, hand wrapped around his bicep, and Yuki feels you shiver at the next wind gust.

Like a gentleman, Yuki pulls off his sweater and helps you into it when your arms prove to be too clumsy to manage on their own without ending up stuck. Briefly, he squeezes his eyes shut to regain his composure after you bury your nose into the collar of his sweater with a pleased hum. 

“Okay,” he says, sounding strangled, “Let’s get you back to the hotel—you’re more drunk than I thought.”

He suffers quietly during the short trip to the hotel you're staying in. The way you’re humming quietly as you play with the hem of his sweater has his grip tightening around the steering wheel, stopping him from reaching for the handbrake to halt the car and leaning over the console to kiss the tiny grin on your lips. Yuki escorts you to your room door, making sure you arrive safely.

He takes the keycard from you and unlocks the door after you fail at your first few attempts.

The door clicks open and Yuki speaks, “This was…nice. It’s the best celebration I have had in a while. We should do it again, sometime.”

You smile shyly, agreeing quietly, “I think so too. Thank you for showing me around.”

Nervously, Yuki’s voice wavers, “But, next time, I want it to be a date.”

“I think…I think I would like that,” your small smile grows into an unrestrained grin, pupils wide with infatuation.

He exhales roughly, the tight pressure in his chest lightening as it sounds like you like him, want him, too, “W-wait—really?”

Yuki looks on as you hold onto the door for stability as relieved-sounding laughter overwhelms you. Your amusement quiets when you straighten up to meet his eyes once more, probably seeing how he’s honestly shocked at your returned feelings.

“Yuki, babe—” Oh. He’s going to sing in the shower when he gets back to his hotel room. “—I tucked a cherry blossom behind your ear and called you kawaii. I know the 5-yen coin has that myth about relationships, and I bought an en-musubi omamori for myself because it’s for finding love. Obviously, Yuki—I would like to fall in love with you.”

Lost for words, and with his mouth gaping, stunned, he says, “...You do?”

You’re kind enough to spare him with a roll of your eyes, “I do.”

“I bought the en-musubi, too,” he reveals for no other reason than not knowing what to say.

“I know, babe,” Yuki’s heartbeat skips, “I saw it in the bag during the drive back here.”

“When is your flight scheduled?” He asks suddenly, a plan beginning to form in his mind.

“Tomorrow morning?” Your brows are furrowed in confusion at the change in topic, glancing down at your phone screen to confirm, “—Or this morning, I suppose, since it’s the next day already.”

He swallows, eager again all of a sudden, “Is it too soon if I ask you to cancel your flight and spend the rest of the week here with me?”

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user1 when i put "two f1 drivers start dating e/o" on my 2024 bingo card, i meant for it to be lestappen… happy for you though haha...

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user3 BEDS EMPTY 😡 user4 NO NOTE 😵‍💫 user5 CAR GONE 😫 user2 i was going quoting rihanna but this works too LMAO

danielricciardo well well well

yourinstagram are YOU doing well 🤨 danielricciardo i’m not the one who told their team that they needed to reschedule their flight bc of food poisoning yukitsunoda0511 it’s me! i’m food poisoning 😁🙋🏻‍♂️ user6 YUKIII PLS 😭😭😭

user7 no shot u missed your flight when u told your team to be ready for it on the radio 🤡

yourinstagram do as i say, not as i do—is the phrase, i believe :) user7 okayyy mother gothel since u know what's best 😝

oscarpiastri hey you never gave yuki his sweater back, in case you forgot 😀

yourinstagram oscar please stfu i’m never telling u anything again landonorris hey don’t speak to osc like that…he’s just a boy :( yourinstagram lando u can stfu too? tf ??? these hands are rated e for everyone 🤺 user8 the threat of violence almost distracted me from the sweater exchange…keyword being almost

user9 no post about the race win and no tag for yuki on the last photo…

-yourinstagram hey i won the suzuka gp in case anybody forgot :p -yukitsunoda0511 hey i’m in the last photo in case anybody didn’t know :3

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pierregasly no point in asking who took that last photo 😏

yukitsunoda0511 your mom did pierregasly yuki please yukitsunoda0511 is what your mom said last night user10 your honor, my client pleads: boy best friends

user11 that’s a lotttt of emojis yuki-san

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yourinstagram do you have any tours available in shanghai next week?

yukitsunoda0511 there’s a spot open at a discounted price! yourinstagram how much will it cost me 🥴🤧 yukitsunoda0511 five or six kisses should cover it :) yourinstagram payment is on its way rn 🏎️💨💨💨 user13 this could have been a private whatsapp message… user14 going to say taylor swift sucks on twitter so death comes faster

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user15 WAITTT WHY WAS THIS ACTUALLY A FUNNY JOKE💀💀😭 user16 when you tell your driver to score a point and he decides to score a date as well 🫠🫠🫠 pierregasly when you tell your driver to stop harassing pierre and he cyber bullies him instead 🫠🫠🫠

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Orphic Magic

Star!Eren x Black!Read

I'm so sorry guys, i'm too excited for christmas.... :(

Summary: Christmas is right around the corner, and you've been working as much as you can as a full-time lash tech to save up enough money to buy a special Christmas present for everyone you care about. On your way home one night, you see the brightest and prettiest star and make a wish. This star shines so brightly, before quickly starting to move around in a circle until it disappears. Confused, yet very surprised, you go on with your day—only to bump into the prettiest boy known to Earth, who seems to have fallen from the sky. Out of the kindness of your heart, you take this boy in.

Content MDNI : Smut With Plot, Unprotected Sex, Unexperienced Eren, Creampie, Oral(m. receiving), spitting, tit sucking,biting & not proof read...(deal with it)

"There is no life I know To compare with pure imagination Living there, you'll be free If you truly wish to be"

The wind howled down the street, a biting reminder that winter in New York is no longer just a distant idea, but now rather an urgent & inescapable reality. Snow, like a thousand tiny white feathers, falling steadily from the pretty grey sky.

Your eyes wandered the snow-covered streets as you made your way home. You didn't live too far from your lash studio only a 5-minute walk, but in weather like this it felt so much longer. You'd slowly look up at the sky as you kept a steady pace trying to get home as quickly as possible seeing a bright star in the sky.

"Make a wish" You'd hear a voice in the back of your head say, a very nostalgic feeling drowning out any pessimistic thoughts. Your eyes twinkle from the reflection of the star, the heaviness in the air almost being completely lifted. Subcousionly you'd hear yourself begin to speak almost missing what you said.

"Star light, Star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight."

Tightly closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and made your wish. A wish you felt only magic could grant, a wish that so many people make every day, longing for it so deeply, yet unable to find it on this earth no matter how hard they try. A wish that only the lucky seem to receive. And in that moment, you found yourself wishing for it, true love.

You opened your eyes, looking around for a moment, trying to see if anything had happened. You glanced around the corner, half-expecting a boy to come walking down the street. But nothing. Realizing how silly you must have looked, your eyes met the star again. Embarrassment flooded over you, as if you'd just been fooled by a stupid star.

But to your surprise, the star began to shine brightly, so brightly it started to worry you. As you watched closely, the star quickly began to move around, startling you as you flinched slightly. "What the—" You kept watching until the star suddenly disappeared.

Sighing, you assumed you were hallucinating and that the cold air had just gotten to you, especially as you felt an awakening breeze hit you. You quickly turned the corner to continue on your way home, bumping into a tall figure. Almost falling, you were caught by the figure, and as you looked up, your jaw almost dropped.

The prettiest boy to ever exist in the world had just caught you. His brown hair, with what looked like starry sparkles fading, framed his face. His brown eyes had star-shaped pupils, and a star tattoo curved just below his neck, taking you right back to that feeling you had when you made the wish. Almost instantly, he smiled.

"I found you!"

"You—You—what—" You looked at the boy, confused, as you glanced between him and the spot where the star once was. You looked down at his clothes, realizing he was barely wearing anything but a shirt and sweatpants. "You're... not cold?" you asked, and he shook his head no.

A mixture of concern and worry followed the question as you told the boy to follow you, then started walking in the direction of your apartment. He followed quietly, very, very close behind you, his left hand searching for your right as he held it. Warmth filled your body to the brim, and you felt comfortable, even though you had just met him.

When the two of you got inside, you touched him, realizing his temperature was incredibly warm for someone who had just been outside in the snow-covered streets of New York City. He sat down on your couch, waiting as you came back with a blanket, microwaved leftover Chick-fil-A, and a change of clothes for him.

"Okay Eren, can sleep here for a few days, until we figure out exactly where you're from," you said, shaking your head as his eyes brightened.

“I’m from the sky.” He’d answer, his eyes following you as left to your room.

He'd tilt his head, quite confused on why he couldn't get you to believe him, his eyes going to the food you left on the table. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep without you, but tried just for the sake of it.

Around 2 a.m., you were woken up to this boy knocking at your room door. He towered over you at a height of 6'2, looking down at you with sad eyes as he begged to sleep with you. His pupils slightly glowing a golden color the moment you said yes. For some reason, he felt like he needed you, in so many different ways, but right now he just wanted to be as close to you as he possibly could.

By 3 a.m., you found yourself cuddling with him. Your head on his chest as he held you comfortably in his arms. You listened to his heart, which didn't sound like one but rather a shining star. You were tired, but deep down you truly started to believe he was what he claimed to be.

Not too long later in the night, you found yourself grinding against him tiredly feeling his hard-on poke agasint you. "Y/n?" He'd say quietly, starting to breathe heavily. His eyes rolled a little at the unfamiliar feeling, gasping when you picked up your pace. He'd grab you by your hips quickly stopping you, as he tried to catch his breath.

"Y/n" He'd whine, pushing his hips up into yours softly. Kissing your neck and using his hands to rock your hips at his pace. You'd moan feeling him rub against your clothed cunt. His pretty starry eyes stared up at you in awe as you took your shirt off.

Eren was completely lost and confused but loved the view above him. His hands wandered up, eyes meeting your gaze as he started to caress them. His warm hands sent complete shivers throughout your whole body. Seconds later you found him attached to it, sucking, licking, and biting.

"Eren! Be careful." You'd whimper as you felt him sightly bite a little to hard making him pull away. He'd stare at you for a while, waiting for you to lead him, his eyes soft, showing nothing but love and patience. He'd watch as you moved down into the blanket that was once over the both you.

Flinching lightly at the movement between his legs, he watched you from under pull out something he wasn't fully aware he even had. Embarrassment taking over him as he felt himself drip of pre-cum and twitch the moment you touched it. His face turning red as he shamefully tried to hide.

You, on the other hand, were shocked. This boy was packing a solid 9-and-a-half-inch dick like it was nothing, and while long it was also thick. You'd place a kiss on it, feeling it twitch n spurt out more of the clear liquid. "Somebody's sensitive." You'd look up noticing he was hiding his face.

"Aw, no, it's okay," you’d say, moving his hands and giving him a reassuring kiss. His face was completely flushed, as he had never experienced anything close to this while he was a star. "Want… more…" he’d breathe out, trying to look away. "Then you gotta promise you'll watch."

He'd look back at you nodding his head okay quickly, wanting you to do something to his aching dick. He'd watch you closely as you lowered your head back down, the sight of his dick twitching throwing him off. You'd slowly start to get to work, pumping your hands up and down it.

Eren could barely handle just the air itself touching him, so this sent him off the edge. His eye's tearing up as he started to moan, hands shooting right back to his face. You ignored his reactions, putting it directly in your mouth. He tasted sweet, something about him was so warm it felt like he'd just melt in your mouth.

You'd feel him put a hand as your head, sounding like a complete mess as you started to bob your head up and down. His eyes rolled back, as he couldn't handle the new feeling. In seconds he was cumming down your throat, pushing your head down as you choked around his dick.

The After taste of his cum had you obsessed, you'd quickly move up turning your body around pushing your pussy against his face as you went back to work on his semi-hard cock. This left Eren feeling completely dizzy, the sweet smell from your pussy having him weak. He'd hold onto you hips pushing his nose against where the smell was coming from.

This had and the fact you were sucking on his dick got him hard again. "Y/n.." He'd mumble agasin't you moving your panties to the side. "Y/nn... i wanna put it in here." He'd whine, softly kissing up agasint your slit giving light licks. "Er—" You'd be cut off by a moan feeling a finger enter you.

"Wanna fit it right here.." He'd say before pulling his finger out, your head turning to look at him a little surprised. You'd feel him start to push you down, taking matters into his own hands lining you up to his dick. You'd pussy dripping fluids all over in excitement as you slowly started to lower yourself down.

"W-ai—" you'd try to protest, before being slammed down onto all 9 inches, feeling yourself get stretched out. You'd choke out a moan feeling all air leave your lungs. Your eyes rolled back as you couldn't help but let out a moan. You'd feel your hips being moved up and down his length, Eren letting out whimpers from behind you.

You'd cry, moaning his name out as he fucked you deep and slow. His eyes watching your ass move from the recoil of his movements. Watching your pussy completely swallow his dick every thrust, as he felt something in him snap.

"Rennnnn" Your moan being cut off by a kiss, your arms quickly wrapping around Eren's neck. The sloppy make-out session came to an end as he left wet kisses and soft bites against your neck. As if his body had a mind of its own he felt himself digging himself until he was bullying your curvix.

His eyes water, he’s doing everything he could not to cum. “y/n want you to feel good too.” he'd say as he kept fucking you, your eyes rolling back as you came on his dick. Not being able to hold back anymore he'd cum in you, his eyes closing shut quickly as he hid his face in your neck.

Though he had came, he couldn't stop himself his hips moving on their own as he fucked his cum deeper into you. You on the other hand were crying, tears rolling down your face from pleasure. The overstimulation drive you crazy as his cum dripped out of your pussy.

You woke up the next morning completely cleaned up, Eren still asleep on your chest. The way he held you made you feel loved and cared for, you realized he hadn’t been lying—your wish had come true.

"Don't be shy, it's alright If you feel a little trepidation Sometimes these things don't need Explanation"

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Languages

Just a snippet of something I was working on but then got bored of the concept so didn't write it but I still want everyone to read the fluf. Tell me if y'all are interested in this, maybe I'll continue it with public demand<3

Plot: reader is kinda reincarnate. She was cursed in her first life by a witch because she had an affair with the witches husband. (Don't judge okay, my girl made a mistake!!) And the curse was to be reincarnated in every lifetime with her memories of last life still intact, and to find someone she loves and watch them die (Because why not).

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"Do you remember the languages?"

"Of course, I do. Cursed to do so, remember?" You smirk.

"Tell me something in them." Azriel's eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"我过了愉快的一天。It means, I had a good day." He looks awed by the foreign words. And then excitedly asks for more, like a child wanting to know new facts.

You laugh and amuse him, speaking in different languages, repeating a few when he asks to learn them. Speaking in these tounges, many that you forgot even existed in different worlds, it feels nostalgic, the words awakening all the happy and sad mamories that you had buried deep in your brain.

"I also remember my first language, the one I spoke in the life I got cursed."

"Oh? Tell me." He smiles softly.

You smile at him, bluntly admiring his beautiful face.

"હું તને પ્રેમ કરું છુ."

You look deep into his eyes, speaking the truth that was buried within your heart. Even though you've said it before, it feels somehow different, even more intimate in your native language. Azriel seems to have sensed the raw emotion in your words, his face filled with adortion as he asks, "What does that mean?"

You want to answer him truly but think to mess with him a little and smirk up at him. "You are weird."

The two of you bust out laughing, looking at each other, him shaking his head in disbelief with the smile still on his lips, and your head tossed back, eyes closed in pure contentment.

"I hate you." Azriel still shakes his head, looking elsewhere for a moment, trying to look annoyed but failing.

When you finally pause laughing, you crook out a reply, "I'm sorry! You are not weird-" He finally looks at you, an eyebrow raised. "You are just- odd," He scoffs. "But good odd, I promise!" The last sentence barely understandable through your laughter.

"Well, હું તને પ્રેમ કરું છુ, too."

You freeze. All signs of amusement leaving your face as you gaze at him. Your eyes widened, mouth agaped. Hearing those words, in your language, from his mouths, ignited something in you.

Also, how did he say it without mistakes after hearing only once?

He frowns at your reaction. "What- Did I say it wrong? Oh god, I made a mistake didn't I?" He winces, thinking about all the possibilities about what he could've said to have a reaction like this.

"No,You-" Blinking at him in shock, you put your hands on his neck and gently kiss him. He instanty melts into the kiss, moving his lips with yours with passion.

You pull back after a moment and say, "You said it perfectly." You're lips curved into a soft smile.

"Yeah? Now tell me what it really means."

"Huh?"

"Considering the kiss you gave me, it can't actually mean what you said."

You laugh. "Well, guess you'll never know." He sighs dramatically, then smirks. "Then I'll just keep saying it until you tell me."

"Darling, હું તને પ્રેમ કરું છુ."

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(હું તને પ્રેમ કરું છુ. = I love you. In gujarati.)

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She's what you want,

I'm what you need.

A/N: Title based off of What You Need by The Weeknd, this is my first time writing Rafe and is just practice basically, I kind of rushed the last part because it was late and I needed to go to bed lol, also my requests are open so feel free to send me some :)

Warnings: S4 Sub!Rafe, Sexual Content, Handjob, Biting, Scratching, Overstimulation.

Rafe didn't mean to hurt Sofia, he never wanted it to be like this. She just wasn't enough for him, and it hurt for him to even admit that to himself.

It didn't matter how many times he had tried to stay with her, to tell her what he wanted, to be vulnerable with her, he just couldn't.

Sofia wasn't her.

He had to end things, he couldn't keep doing this to her. He couldn't keep fucking her and pretending like she was someone else, he couldn't keep telling her to do these things that would remind him of her.

Rafe was a lot of things, but he wasn't a cheater.

So he broke up with her, the same night he knew he couldn't stop himself from driving to another woman's house. She cried, he apologized, she left, and so did he.

The roads were slick, rain pouring down heavy onto the black asphalt as he drove onto the cut. He was nervous, hoping—praying, that she would let him in, take him in.

He hesitated in front of her door, the rain soaking through his hoodie and onto his skin, goosebumps forming from the cold wetness.

It took him three minutes and a lot of nail biting to knock on her door, but when he finally did, his whole body screamed at him to turn around and leave.

He waited, his heart beating out of his chest when he heard the unmistakable sounds of her floorboards creaking, and when the door cracked open, he couldn't even look her in the eyes.

"Rafe? What are you doing here?"

Her voice was soft, familiar, and he immediately regretted coming here in the first place.

"I broke up with Sofia."

His voice was shaky, he sounded more hurt than he wanted too, like it was a big deal to him even though all he cared about was if she was going to let him through the door or not.

She was silent, and he was five seconds away from turning around and never speaking to her again when she finally decided to speak.

"Come in."

The door opened wider, and he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He walked inside, looking around like he had never been here before, but everything was exactly the same as it was months ago.

The door clicked behind him, and he finally, finally turned around. She was looking at him in a way she never had before, pity, guilt, regret maybe? He didn't really know, but he did know he wanted her to stop.

"Are you okay?"

She asked gently, taking a step towards him, and he shakily inhaled, his body shivering at the smell of her perfume, the same one he was so familiar with so many months ago. It all felt so new and nostalgic at the same time.

"I broke up with her because of you."

He mumbled coldly, gazing straight into her confused eyes, his expression never changing. Her eyebrows furrowed, her head tilted in that way it always did when she was confused or thinking a little too hard.

"Me? I didn't— what are you talking about?"

Her voice was less soft now, tone higher pitched. He took a slow step closing to her, his gaze leaving her eyes to glance down at her lips.

"I need you."

He knew he sounded pathetic, his voice was shaky, the words were borderline whined, but he didn't care, because it was her.

She quickly frowned, making him wince. The look she was giving him made him want to bury himself in a hole and never be seen again.

"Rafe, you told me that this was over, that you needed to move on."

She said accusingly, her hand gesturing between them. He closed his eyes, dragging his hand down his face in a frustrated manner.

"I know what I said, but I.."

He let out a heavy sigh, running his hair through his grown out buzzcut.

"I can't stop thinking about you, I—I didn't think it would be this hard to go without you."

He mumbled, his face softening. She closed her eyes, tilting her head down to stare at the floor while she crossed her arms over her chest. She looked upset, and he felt his heart ache at the fact that he did this to her.

"So you think it's okay to show up to my house at- at ten a 'clock to tell me this? After you haven't texted me or called me for months—"

He took another step forward, attempting to put his hand on her face, but she backed up, and his hand fell back to his side.

"I'm sorry baby-"

He whispered, but she cut him off with a scoff, shaking her head in a way that made his cower.

"Don't call me that."

Her tone was dark, her voice so quiet he could barely make out the words, and he wanted nothing more than to apologize, but he knew she would just shut him down again.

"What do you want me to say?"

He whispered, moving his hand up to his face, biting at his nails as he gazed at the ground, tapping his feet against the stained hard-wood floors.

She let out a sigh, stepping towards him. Her hand raised, grabbing his wrist, pulling his hand away from his mouth, stopping him from biting his barely there nail.

"I hate when you do that."

She whispered quietly, and his lips twitched into a smile when he realized her hand held the grip on his wrist, not letting go just yet. She leaned in closer, their faces inches apart.

He leaned in, closing the gap, humming into the press of their lips. It had been so long since they had kissed, that he had almost forgot how perfectly her lips had fit alongside his.

She moved her hand up from his wrist, resting against his bicep, the other one coming up behind his neck, keeping him pressed against her. He hesitantly reached an arm around her, grasping her waist like he would wither away if he let go.

She broke the kiss first, looking up at him with a pointed expression, making him loosen his grip.

"I swear, you put a curse on me or something."

She mumbles, making a smile break out on Rafe's lips. He truthfully was just happy that she had even kissed him back, and even allowed him to touch her, hold her like he had been craving for weeks.

She leaned in again, placing a softer, shorter kiss on his lips, breaking apart within seconds.

"You still remember where my bedroom is?"

She whispered, moving her lips down his jaw, kissing down to his neck. He swallowed, struggling to respond at the feeling he had missed for so long. He barely got out a nod, holding in the noise his lungs were begging to let out as she softly bit down.

She pulled off, admiring the teeth indentions with a smile. She glanced back up at him, he was already looking down at her with a soft smile, looking like he was lost in his world.

"Well then, what are you waiting for?"

She mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck. He finally took the hint, reaching down to grab her ass, pulling her up so he could hold her.

The whole way to her room he kissed at her neck, biting softly and mumbling incoherent words. He cracked the door open, walking over to the bed where he had gently sat her down, looking at her with a look that made her heart flutter.

She wasn't going to let the tables turn like this though.

"Lay down."

She growled, watching Rafe's expression change in an instant. He obliged, although hesitantly, his head resting on the pillows, his back flat against the mattress, his hands resting over his stomach.

She crawled over him, her hands finding their way under his hoodie, feeling him tense under her touch before finally relaxing. He watched her hands move under his hoodie, his back arching an inch off the bed when she would touch particularly sensitive spots.

"Can't believe you ignored me for months, then showed back up like nothing happened."

She whispered, her nails dragging down his chest. He choked back a whimper, his abs twitching under the touch as he looked back up at her. He felt like he was being tortured.

"I'm sorry..."

He whined when her nails dug in hard. His cock twitched in his pants, which didn't go unnoticed- by either of them.

She let up a little, pulling his hoodie up but not all the way off. He reached down to grab her waist, just wanting to touch her, but she grabbed his wrists before he made it that far.

"Don't touch me."

She groaned out, a little meaner than she meant for it to be, but he didn't seem to mind, quite the opposite actually. His hips raised off the bed, grinding against nothing at her words.

"God, you are desperate.."

She smiled, letting go of his wrists to return to his chest, this time accompanying her nails with her teeth, biting down right on the muscles above his ribs, his most sensitive spot.

He hisses at the pain, throwing his head back against the pillows and squeezing the sheets. She was torturing him, and it felt too good.

She continued to bit at his chest, relishing in the small choked noise he made, especially when she would scratch and bite at the same time. It didn't take too long for him to resort to begging, his cock leaking through his boxers and sweatpants.

"Please— please baby.."

He sighed out, his voice breathy and whiny. She looked up at him, admiring the way his face was flushed red, his eyes squinted and his mouth parted open, panting out shaky breaths.

"What do you want?"

She asks, her voice nonchalant like she hadn't just been attacking his chest for the last ten minutes. His eyes rolled back as her hands soothed over the irritated lines on his chest.

"'Wanna fuck you,"

He whispered, his voice shaking as her hands let up, leaving him all together. She snorted out a laugh at that, watching him furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

"Fuck me? No, you have to earn that, you should know better."

She giggled, watching him whine at her words. She dragged her hand down his chest, all the way down before settling onto the bulge in his sweats, teasingly running her fingers over the outline.

He breathed out a heavy sigh at the feeling, his gaze never leaving her face, silently begging her. His hips raised off of the bed, desperately trying to get more friction, making her take her hands off of him immediately.

"Be still.."

She grumbled, using one hand to press his hips down, and the other to pull his sweats and boxers down. He whimpered quietly and shifted around, trying to control himself and listen to her.

He felt pathetic, vulnerable, something he could never be around Sofia, and it was intoxicating, he felt drunk on pleasure and she hadn't even touched him yet.

She leaned down, spitting into her hand and finally placed it on his throbbing cock, forcing him to release a low groan. Her strokes were short and teasing, barely giving him any pleasure at all, just enough to keep him wanting more.

"Please—Mmph.."

He moaned out, his chest heaving at the feeling. She took pity on him a little, speeding up her strokes a little, watching his breaths speed up with her hand.

She dipped forward again, speeding up her strokes as she bit at his waistline, smiling as he flinched, hissing at the feeling. His legs started to shake, his whimpers turning into breathy moans, his hands gripping the sheets so hard his fingers lost their color.

"Please, please, please don't— don't stop.."

He begged, fighting the urge to grab her hair, anything to prevent her from letting up. She took pity on him though, stopping was just a distant thought in her brain.

At one particular bite on his v-line, he bucked his hips up, despite her best attempts to hold him down. He choked out a moan, come sputtering onto his navel, almost landing on her face as she dug my teeth into his skin.

She slowed her strokes, letting him ride out the high, but soon enough it was still too much. His body started to flinch away from her, desperately trying to avoid the stimulation, but she didn't let up, holding him in place.

"Wai— too.. too much-"

He choked up, unable to stop his hands from shakily grabbing her arm, weakly pulling her hand off of him, his chest heaving all at the same. She giggled at his frantic state, but complied with his desperate grasp, letting off of his spent cock.

His head flopped back onto the pillows, relief and exhaustion flooding his veins.

"Good?"

She asked softly, pulling his boxers and sweats back up, smiling at the small hiss he let out at the feeling. He nodded timidly as she laid down onto his chest, her hand raising to run through his hair.

"Been thinkin' about you for months.. 'm better than good.."

He mumbled, a smile twitching on his lips. She sat up for a second, pressing their lips together, before laying back down on his chest again, listening to his breathing calm down.

"Pull some shit like that again and I'm not answering the door next time."

[synergysilhouette]

How the mighty have fallen--but will something better come out of it?

I stopped playing "Choices" a few months ago and it's WILD to realize I haven't played "Fictif" since it stopped 3 years ago as well as "The Arcana" when it finished around the early days of "Fictif" (I think), but I feel like I'm experiencing the first nostalgic era of the digital age when it comes to mobile games; the mid to late 2010s was the best era of mobile games, it seems. Of course, after doing some digging, it's WILD to hear about the downfall of the companies that made these games. Nix Hydra (maker of "The Arcana" and "Fictif") is a rabbit hole that I can't even begin to explain, and it's content quickly became second priority when acquired by Dorian, despite Dorian saying it would still prioritize NH's content, instead taking the back seat to Dorian's own app--the app of which I liked in concept, but not execution. In any case, some members of the team from "The Arcana" and "The Last Legacy" from Fictif, as well as other games, made the indie Red Spring Studio company, with their first game "Touchstarved" (which had a Kickstarter that FAR EXCEEDED it's OG goals by 8x; one of the goals included a Nintendo Switch port). I think the game comes out at the end of this year, so I'll be excited to see how it goes. Unfortunately, their Kickstarter page has their updates limited to backers (people who helped fund the project) only, which IMO limits the exposure the game gets, but let's hope for the best.

As for Pixelberry, apparently they've had issues for years, and last year they had massive layoffs and were acquired by an AI company, so...there's that. Plus it seems they're still smut-focused and even the early 2024 art was victim of AI usage, maybe before that. To recooperate their costs, PB closed out two of it's other apps, and while still generating content, is losing the trust of fans, especially since, from what I've seen on their newsletters, they're focused on more "content" for established franchises--which doesn't mean sequels or spinoffs, but often a short book. Anyway, three of their creatives have went on to found Candlelight Games: the Head of Design was once the ex-creative director at PB and helped write "Bloodbound," "Blades of Light and Shadow," "Most Wanted," and "Endless Summer"; the Head of Narrative was an ex-head of Choices and helped write "America's Most Eligible," "The Nanny Affair" (man, the switchup is CRAZY), "With Every Heartbeat," "Distant Shores," and "Ride or Die"; and the CEO was the former VP of new games, an ex-head of Choices, and ex-head of Hollywood U. As someone who became disappointed with many Choices books when the decade hit, this feels promising. The company's first project, "Project Spellstruck" (codename), is expected to start releasing this year.

Seems like the mid-2020s may have me more engaged in interactive mobile games that haven't been exciting for half a decade. Check out these stories and spread the word!

[kanmom51]

A walk down memory lane.

I was feeling a little nostalgic today. Perhaps it's me missing the guys, and JM and JK in particular. Perhaps it's me sitting here and thinking about everything that's happened since 2023, culminating in their enlistment together, and now us getting, all at once, this barrage of JM - Jikook - JK content.

All this had me thinking of my own journey in the fandom, and especially here, as Kanmom51 in this little insignificant blog of mine.

The things I've learnt, the friends I've made (lifetime friends for which I have to thank BTS and Jikook in particular for - so thanks guys, love you for who you are and who you have helped me evolve into). It's nice to stop once in a while and ponder about it all.

Next I went diving into the blog a little, to remember when and where I started.

As mentioned in previous posts, I knew of BTS before, but truly discovered them and fell in love with them after basically being forced to watch MOTS ON:E live online concert. That was back in October 2020. Noticed our two and their dynamics and dived right in. Tumblr was a new discovery as well (Twitter/X came much later).

I started out by reblogging other's posts (some blogs don't even exist anymore, some are still around - makes me happy to see those that stuck around - and some I guess either didn't like what I had to say or the other way round, life happens).

What I wanted to share, oh so very randomly, was my very first post.

Now, listen here. I'm writing this without even seeing that first post yet, so it's probably a huge cringe moment, but Idk, I thought it would be fun.

So here we go. My very first stand alone post, written and posted (didn't even know you could keep drafts back then, lol) 31 January 2021:

A little cringe reading that today, lol.

Since then over 8,500 posts written. Many of which I am very proud of.

😊

Thank you all for making this journey with me.

I love you all!!

[multiverse-sya]

Some stuff on how I was before I really 'awakened':

I managed to catch up with an old friend and it made me realize a few things. It's funny how little things seem to have changed from my teenager years ~15 years ago, despite all of the breakthroughs that I went through since then with this state of being. I was good friends with someone at the time, before I knew anything about nonhumanity, kinity and the like. Despite it all, I'm some how the same person with the same personality, likes and dislikes as back then. Before I caught up with my old friend, I expected myself to be so completely aloof and different because of how differently I perceive myself now. Because now, I fully know and acknowledge that I'm an entity masquerading as a human. To my surprise, I don't behave that much differently since the time I was a teenager, despite all of these situations (excluding the current horrors of being an adult now-that one is new. I am much more tired with life now.)

Back then, I thought I was just a normal human, even though I've always had animalistic, feral tendencies. I felt like I wasn't human and despised being one, but I just ignored it. But fast forward to the present, and despite being so blindly oblivious to my sapient alien roots even when I was 15 years old, I still feel like the same exact person. Even if I didn't know I was just performing humanity as a disguised alien creature when I was a teenager because I completely forgot about it. I now have a completely different philosophical and spiritual understanding of the universe around me that differs from what I was taught in christian religion, and I do view human culture differently now than I used to before I entered my 20s, but I still treat the other humans I've already known back then the same way as I did before my awakening to this. I guess it's just that treat myself differently, even though I am always hiding it from others.

I used to feel like I was part of humanity. I thought there was no alternative to it (haha). It's in the same way an animal imprints on an adopted mother of a different species, despite never having been that species in the first place. And now I just feel nonhuman at all, because I feel like I am 'allowed' to do that and that it's possible to do so. I hated it when I was called a human back in my childhood, and was told that's the truth. I was just never content with that. I know for a fact that I would have called myself a cheetah therian back then, but now I believe it to be some sort of anteatype, and some sort of vague-heart type. I still see myself in them, without identifying or feeling like one. (I used to think I was a wolf therian, but that 'type is clearly an anteatype now. It's just completely gone.)

I know that the old discourse over whether or not you were 'valid' if you weren't born as your 'type is dumb and insignificant in day to day life. But when I look back in hindsight, a lot of my sapient alien instincts and memories were already there, they were just greatly overshadowed because I had no basis to really compare it to up until I actually looked into the source and did the research. The stylistic artwork of the media/source threw me off as well at first, so I never really considered being that species until I compared my phantom shifts to them and went, "Oh fuck."

I also experience the same sort of painful, nostalgic feelings for my old brethren from my other lifetime as I do with human friends from this lifetime. The same protectiveness, the same melancholy and sadness for not seeing them for so long, for one reason or another. I even felt this way towards kids my age that I didn't know well when I was very young, whenever I didn't know if I'd see them again, even if we met just once. Evidently, I still get it, but it was much worse in my first decade of life here. Exotrauma is a bitch. I lost many friends back then and will leave it at that.

Sometimes, I do wish to talk to my friends the same way I did back then. Like clasping a hand on a shoulder, heavy with respect, and calling them my brother, sister or friend. It's another interesting bleed over. I know alterhumans often talk about not being able to befriend humans. But despite being so very nonhuman, I'm able to befriend them just fine. I may not tell them about my exogeiny bullshit, but that's ok, even if I want to tell them sometimes. Maybe one day. Most of the people I befriend are orthohumans (or assumed to be one). The reason why I befriend so many is just because there's more of them out there in different spaces. And I only talk to one alterhuman on a regular daily basis. Yeah, it would be nice to have an alterhuman friend irl, but it is what it is.

[slaaverin]

I just wanted to point out one thing. IF Jikook are really filming AYS 2, it would really be a monumental statement. Why? Because that would be the first schedule after their MS. It would mean they prioritised something they created together. That would mean AYS was THAT important to them - I mean we all know JK said it was the best trip of his life, and he wanted to make 12 seasons. But making that reality is a whole different thing. They could easily dive into doing solo things - Im sure music producers, luxurious brands etc are waiting for them with open hands. And yet JK and JM said "hold on, we are going on an adventure" because yk they havent just spent 18 months glued to each other....

I really hope the fandom will cheer for them and support them and love them and I wish for some they will finally see how close they are, that this is SO much more than just company content, just co-workers.

And all that shit that traskkks/solos/antis are saying its just background noise.

Preach 👏🏻👏🏻

And it's amazing too bcs they are putting in motion plans they had for a long time in MS.

It makes total sense they would start with AYS just given how much the first season made them happy.

When they were enlisted they must have thought about it a lot, most likely in a nostalgic way...wishing they could go back

And that's exactly the first thing they did.

It means they are really prioritizing their own happiness first and I'm so glad for them.

I hope people will now understand that a big part of that happiness is being with each other. It's obvious and I wish people recognize it.

This is not about company content, it's about two people who genuinely enjoy spending time together and who share a very special bond.

Now that MS brought them even closer, in the next content we get from them it will become even more self-evident.

My little finger tells me AYS is not all they planned 👀 we might be surprised.

But all of it is such good news, this is so wonderful.

I can only pray many old and new people will support them and their journey moving forward.

Jikook share with us because they love us a lot, and let's hope that in return we can give them all our love back 💜

We're blessed, really

[emojellyace08]

Found you're writing really good 😈😈 and now you're my next target 😂😂 How do you think gun would react finding someone 100x times beautiful from crystal with great body anddddddd 👀👀👀 is strong like ui daniel but is not quite rich and lives a normal life working at a part time cafe ??? 😮😮😮 lordddd 🤌🤌 the reaction would be priceless, please do it 🥲

Gun Park (Park Jonggun x Female Reader!) short story

A/N: Hello fellow human! Sorry if I ever replied back REALLY LATE. I'll still make Lookism x reader content, but I'm really busy rn so sorry if this felt rushed (and I have a periodical exams to take in Wedensday oof). Genre: fluff? Warnings: mild cursing and mentions of mafia activities (unedited)

Gun isn't exactly the type to easily fall in love, even impressing him alone without trying hard is challenging by itself as many successors, enemies, and other people tried to show their all to the Shiro Oni. But every blood, sweat, and tears were wasted just trying to lay a finger by the unstoppable man, if they would even call him one.

And it is also just a normal day for everyone, people in the city are either spending their money off by their personal plans or continue on with their daily lives. Other women were having their shopping galore either with their friends or alone with quite noticeable make-up plastered on their face yet making their face sparkle up with the cosmetics. Ulzzangs posting their new selfies getting tons, if not millions of likes and social media users having a debate who's prettier or more attractive. Students were stressing out with their school activities or gossip drama with the adults wanting to slack off and get a chug of beer after a long day of their shifts or just take a long nap like a lazy cat with their eyebags being dark and hollow like a panda.

And to most people, you're just an ordinary woman living her life in the crowded city of Seoul. You wouldn't exactly call it the best life ever, but you were somehow thankful to make it this far after long days of shifts and even sometimes working on Holidays even if you want to have a sip of your own coffee at your own place. You're already a functional and working adult yet you sometimes miss your home despite you and your family having your own personal problems. Yet you continue to strive not only for them but mostly for yourself. If it weren't for some men forcing you to have a chat with you by offering their numbers quite rudely, you might even have better days without them putting you into situations you don't even want to experience just because you were considered beautiful.

It was already five in the afternoon, yet you're still there at the cafe doing your duties as a barista and a waitress. The place will be quite silent, almost weird with the sound of silence if it weren't for the chatty customers with some chilling with their drink and pastries of choice. College students doing their research in groups, office-workers updating their marketing plans, and angsty teenagers listening to their melancholic music with their Airpods on. With the stress that you are feeling right now, you felt the need to listen to your own playlist while you watched the sun sank in the sky with a splash of pink, yellow, and blue creating a splash of colors that felt nostalgic yet different at the same time.

Hours passed with people coming in and out, the sky already turning night time with white stars sparkling at night. The yellow lights of the place illuminating at the dark to not only make the place more atmospheric, but to also make the customers feel comfortable with the chill yet warm vibe.

"Miss Y/N, are you already getting the order done for customer five?" your manager with a dark perfect bun for her hairstyle with pale foundation, reddish blush and lip tint, and sunken eye bags (reminding you of a porcelain doll) asked with a raised eyebrows and strict tone as you responded with a hum for agreement while you're mixing and preparing the drink condiments. "Yes Sajangnim (boss) I'm already done with the coffee macchiato and I already have the egg sandwich." you replied while hurrying to prepare the Americano. "Good, more tickets are coming you better hurry up." she replied while she scolds your co-worker that you are deeply annoyed at when she's slumping on the side clicking on her phone instead of helping you out. "She's probably texting someone to date huh?" a voice on your side whispered while you yelped in surprise. "Fucking, geez stop spawning randomly on the side like that." you hissed as he chuckles silently trying to minimize his voice while you also tried not to laugh hysterically. "Okay fine. You're working too much. I'll do the coffee latte and get the mango graham and the croissant." he suggested while your eyes widened in confusion and a bit of surprise. "You sure Jace?" you asked the young man with big ears as he raises a thumbs up "It's fine Eonni (older sister ; metaphorically). Now you go." "You just want your fees to go higher." you teased as he manners to go shooing you away. "I need it since I got to repair Vasco's phone." "Whatever, just do the job right and smooth." you smiled while he finger guns with a tongue-click sound.

You took the orders in your hand and approached the table before you quickly noticed the two familiar guys. You sighed before going closer to the very annoying customers just then the blonde with dark shades greeted you with a dramatic enthusiasm.

"Yo Y/N! It's nice to see you where have you been?!" Goo stood up while waving his hand making the other customers look in confusion. You not wanting to create a scene, you placed the tray in the table and planned to go away. But a hand held your own in a soft but not rather affectionate touch before you swat it away.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" you asked while you felt your blood boiling in frustration. "But we're here to-" "Shut the fuck up Walmart Ken." you scolded Goo while he created a insulting gasp while the ebony-haired man smirked in amusement. "We're here for Charles orders. We're going to take you back in the place where you truly belong for unfinished business." he commented in a calm yet teasing manner making you even more agitated. "This is my business, Gun." If it weren't for the other customers if they ever got frightened and with your manager firing you, you might created a miserable scene that you don't want to happen in the first place. But these people haunts down your biggest fears like a black hole swallowing your entire existence.

"And how did you even find me here? And don't you see the no smoking sign?" you rolled your eyes making Goo and Gun grin more while Gun huffs his smoke, "We have our own ways." "And c'mon Y/N, we know you miss doing tough missions with us!" Goo again interfered while you stood their in cold feet not knowing what to do with this situation. "And besides Charles is offering you a billion won with making the four major crews stronger for him to pay you, even make it thrice the price if you did the job well." Gun offered while taking a sip of his coffee and the other man looking at the menu sheet to order more of the sweets. "Well don't you contact me when either the Workers tried to interfere or your goons stabbing all of your backs." you replied with a sass while Gun just replies. "If that ever happens, I'm not going to hesitate to beat their-" "Yo Y/N, can I get a latte with a chocolate doughnut?" the childish guy ordered interrupting Gun's long speech. Though his eye accessory hides his orbs, you can imagine (almost see) Goo flickering his eyelashes like a puppy begging to play with it's owner. "Whatever, I'm leaving." you rolled your eyes in frustration before going to the employee room and aggressively slamming the door. "Wait what? Y/N We still have lots to talk about and my order-" Goo was about to chase you before Gun kicked him in the legs under the table, successfully earning a hiss of pain from the other guy. "Let her be, she'll change her mind." Gun interrupted while Goo raised his eyebrows. "Hah?! For fuck's sake we're just going to let her run away? Again? You'll be in fault if Charles scolded our scrawny asses again." Goo ranted as the people in the cafe started to weirdly glare at them for being to noisy. "I know where she's going, besides she would get scolded, even probably fired since she left during her shift. So just stay calm." Gun replied while stealing the sweet and umami food that Goo just offered that's been sitting for a minute now. "Hey! that's my sandwich!" "Just buy another one you got twenty thousand won on your wallet." Gun replied while he wipes off the extra mayo on his mouth with a tissue. "Says the one who's chomping off my toast right now, idiot." "Stop making Gordon Ramsey references or I'll kill you."

"Y/N where the hell have you been! Don't you see that there's lots of tickets flooding in here?! Oi you brat answer me!" your manager who's been flickering your guts scolded you while your co-worker from earlier smirks at your downfall, you not only fixing your bag in your locker but also trying to make yourself composed as you don't want to lash out your anger to the people who have done nothing wrong to you (they do, a lot but you just don't complain about it). "If you won't answer my question-" "Shut up." you murmured interrupting her speech in a lifeless manner. "I'll leave. You can fire my ass." "Hey Y/N what is going on in here?" Jace asked before you again slammed the exit door, leaving the poor guy confused and lots of responsibility in his hands...

You ran, as fast as you could. You kept running and running. You ran past the tall buildings filled with city lights creating a beautiful atmosphere, yet the familiar feeling of sorrow began to linger on your mind and heart reminding you of the memories of the past that you tried to bury deep down to start a completely fresh start of the first chapter of your life. But it looks like even books can have it's pages ripped and burned.

After a long mile, you stopped your movement as you breathe deeply trying to catch air like you're being suffocated by your feeling of dread. You didn't want to go in this place, but it is the only place that you called home.

This is the place where you met them, where you grew up, and where you were turned into a monster.

It is an old and abandoned park, the fake wood texture of the metal benches started to rust with the colorful paint with vulgar words and drawings adding to the stain. Trash were everywhere, even a scary place like this looks like it's been a hang out for runaway teenagers or addicts. The trees and plants look completely dry and lifeless since it's not been watered and just not being cared of, making the crunchy leaves fall down into the ground. Newspaper with the dirty and used ashtrays and used beverage bottles were also scattered in the area. It is a complete mess like what you are right now, but the smell of toxins and beer makes your mind hazy and in peace as you try to think of the good memories that you have in here (if you ever had one).

You thought that you can finally have your moment of peace and solitude. But it looks like you have to deal with these fuckers you kept whistling and cooing at your existence. Looks like they're drunk men who's been wasting their life, completely indulged in alcohol and other things that are addicting even though they mostly look formal, decent, and clean. The police were doing a bad job for shooing away people who don't have a home but doesn't arrest people like this. People who were supposed to act normal and responsible now that they have everything, not chugging on alcohol.

"Who is this chick over here?" a skinny man with a white polo asked as his friend's arms snaked into your shoulder, making you uncomfortable. "What are you doing here alone? Is your boyfriend supposed to take-" "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone retards." you swatted his hand away and getting distance from them, but this doesn't alarm the men keeping their annoying behavior in touch. They started making laughs and mocking faces making your blood boil. "Feisty huh? Don't worry, We will take care of yo-"

Everything went fast as you slammed him into the ground. His friends were caught off guard but the other goon decided to take you down. "You bitch!-"

It looks like a bad idea huh? Since you were so fast, you managed to capture and block his punch. You put pressure on his hand as you then twisted it making it dislocate and elbowing him on his armpit impacting pain on his shoulder and upper limb. He is now crying on the ground, coughing and crying like a little toddler who scratched his elbow as the other men decided to attack you besides the leader of the group who cowers in fear. Kicks, punches, and attacks are made by you causing them to get knocked out by your bare strength. You clicked your tongue in dismay when a familiar figure approached the scene. "I knew that you would be here." he muttered while you huffed in pure disgust as Gun smirked at the damage you have inflicted. "If you asked again for me to be a slave of your shitty management I'm not going with you." cutting him off with a unsatisfied tone, you started walking away from the place but then he tapped your shoulder. But you're not in the mood to interact with anybody. You didn't even thought twice that you punched him in the face yet he didn't even budged. A flow of blood starting to drool down on his chin. The masochistic Shiro Oni starting to get excited about your sudden aggression as he let himself get hit in the first place. "Will you stop following me around like a dog?! GET LOST YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

"Punching me on the face would not end great for you, but this is why I like you Y/N. Now show me what you got can you?~" his demonic grin appearing on his scarred face.

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Lavender Gaze

The Owl House » Huntlow

Title: Lavender Gaze

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: The Owl House (Masterlist)

Relationship: Hunter | The Golden Guard x Willow Park

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: On a tour through the plant magic homeroom, the Hexsquad accidentally get dosed with the pollen of a rare magical flower that makes little hearts appear in their eyes every time they look at their crush, luring them in with familiar scents of all their favorite things.

"It's a good thing Hunter isn't here, otherwise that flower of yours would totally give you away, eh?" Luz teases. "What?!" Willow splutters, nearly sending the plant in question crashing to the floor. "I don't have a crush on— Hunter!" she exclaims, as none other than Hunter himself comes strolling into the plant homeroom. "Willow! Hi! Thought I might find you here. I was wondering if you wanted to run some practice drills before our next big flyer derby— ooh, cool plant!" he exclaims, rushing over to join Willow by the windowsill. Before she can warn him, Hunter sticks his face directly into the planter she's been holding and takes a deep breath, eyelids fluttering closed in pure delight, a big goofy grin spreading across his face as he takes in the alluring scents of maple butter pancakes, freshly-carved palistrom wood, and Willow's favorite jasmine tea.

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It's become something of a tradition, every time Willow starts a new plant magic course, to take her friends on a tour through the plant magic homeroom, showing them all the plants they're strictly not allowed to touch (and then, of course, letting them touch them anyway.) But today is a little different, because a lot of the plants Willow's been learning about and tending to lately could actually cause them serious harm. So, this time, Willow makes sure to maintain a safe distance, on her guard in case any of them get a little too curious.

"So that's the carnivorous cowplant," she says, pointing toward a horrifying plant with a many-tendriled bright green stem for a body, and a black and white spotted bovine head. "Or Laganaphyllis Simnovorii as it's known in ancient Deadwardian Simlish, bred by experimental witches Simis and Jocasta Bachelor, who liked to dabble in mixing plant magic with beast-keeping magic."

"It's mostly harmless, so long as it's fed every twelve hours…but if it offers you cake, don't accept it," she warns, turning back in time to see Gus snatch his hand away from the plant creature's mouth, where an unassuming piece of chocolate cake dangles from its pink, snake-like tongue.

"Oh, so the cake is a lie," Gus says, narrowing his eyes in contempt at the cow-headed plant. "I thought it was just being friendly."

"That's how it gets you," Willow chuckles, holding back a curtain of lush green ivy so her friends can pass through.

"And this little devil—" she begins, pointing toward a lone potted plant sitting on the sunlit window ledge, heavenly scented little clusters of heart-shaped flowers bursting from its stem in romantic hues of pink, red, and purple.

She's made sure to stand far enough away from the devious little bloom, but the alluring fragrance is evidently too much for her friends to ignore, and before she can properly warn them, they all come rushing forward, exclaiming, "Holy Titan, what is that amazing smell?"

"It's like cotton candy and a freshly-printed book had a baby," Luz sighs, sticking her face directly into one of the floral clusters and inhaling deeply.

"Oooh really? I'm getting old book smell, and something citrusy, like…lemons?" Amity muses, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Whatever it is must be native to Forearm Forest. It smells just like the soil in the Looking Glass Ruins, which is…weirdly specific, I know," Gus says, nostalgic grin slipping into a pensive frown. "And also…a little like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?"

"Wait, you guys! Don't get too close or breathe it in!" Willow shouts, sprinting ahead to step in front of them in an effort to shield them from the flower's effects, accidentally getting a damning whiff of the pollen herself — her favorite jasmine tea, the smell of her garden after it rains, and…watermelon chapstick? Weird.

"Why not?" Luz and Amity ask in unison, while a wide-eyed Gus exclaims, "Oh my Titan, is it poisonous?!"

"No, of course not," Willow is quick to reassure them. "It's just…not really something you want to be messing around with," she sighs, hoisting the potted plant into her arms in an effort to keep everyone's interactions with it to a minimum. "This is Floret Amor Oculis…otherwise known as The Heart Eyes Blossom."

"Oh," Luz chuckles in relief. "Well, that doesn't sound so ominous."

"What exactly does it do?" Amity asks, not nearly as relaxed about it as her girlfriend.

"Well…each of you said you smelled something different when you came in contact with it, right?" Willow says, glancing down at the potted plant nestled in her lap as she settles onto the ledge of the big bay window, senses overwhelmed by jasmine, petrichor, and watermelon.

When she looks back up, she sees all of them nodding, glancing between one another, looking wary.

"That's because this flower is designed to attract you by appealing to your emotions," she continues. "So, it'll change its scent for each individual person, depending on what scents hold the strongest positive emotional associations for you. Then, once you've gotten close enough to inhale the pollen—"

"Oh no," Gus lets out a horrified groan. "Please tell me this isn't gonna be like that X-rated Cosmic Frontier fic we found that one time, where—"

"No!" Willow exclaims, pulse quickening as she remembers the scalding heat of Hunter's blush as the three of them crowded around Luz's laptop in the basement and took it in turns to read the giggle-inducing spicy fan-written story aloud in hushed whispers. "I promise, it's nothing like that. No one's suddenly gonna wanna kiss each other, or…more…just because they smelled a flower. Well, no more than usual, anyway."

"And it's not like those magic school movies we watched in the human realm where it makes you fall in love with someone, or blurt out your true feelings, or—" Gus persists, looking increasingly more terrified with each passing second.

"No, no, nothing like that," Willow reassures him, and Gus's shoulders sag in relief. "It's not like a love potion, or a truth serum, or an aphrodisiac. All it does is make already existing feelings a bit more…obvious."

"How so?" Luz asks, sounding more intrigued than worried now.

"Well, according to the texts I've read, once the pollen enters your system, 'true love's gaze can no longer be hidden, for the windows to the soul shall reveal all.' Meaning, when you look at the person you love, your pupils change shape to reflect your true feelings."

"Change shape into what?" Amity asks, relaxing now that she knows there's no real threat. Maybe this time last year it would've seemed like a huge deal, but now all of her feelings are out in the open — now, instead of clutching a note in her shaking hands, too afraid to ask her crush to Grom, she's holding onto her long-time girlfriend's hand, absentmindedly stroking her thumb across the back of it in a loving gesture.

"Little hearts," Willow says with a fond smile. "I saw it happen once, when my dad accidentally brought home a bouquet of them for my papa on Bleeding Hearts Day, thinking they were his favorites. It was really cute, actually. Both of their eyes lit up when they looked at one another, just like— well, just like Luz and Amity, right now."

"Whoah," Luz says with a dreamy sigh, heart-shaped pupils nearly eclipsing her warm brown irises as she gazes at Amity, whose soft golden eyes are a near-perfect match for her girlfriend's. "Qué belleza."

"I have to admit, this is pretty cool," Amity says, lips curving into a besotted smile as she stares into her girlfriend's eyes.

"As disgustingly adorable as this is," Gus teases with a playful grin, jabbing a thumb in the direction of his best friends' semi-public display of affection. "I have to say, I'm relieved I won't be affected. After all, it's not like I have feelings for any—"

"Augustus?" A familiar voice calls out from across the hallway, and all four of them turn in time to see Matt middle name Tholomule standing in the doorframe, hand half-raised in the middle of a friendly wave. The moment he locks eyes with Gus, his brows narrow, lips twisting into a concerned frown.

"Whoah, Gus. What's wrong with your eyes?" he asks, sounding equal parts worried and annoyed (or perhaps annoyed about the fact that he is worried.) 

"Is this some kind of weird human food allergy? I told you to stop eating that junk," he scoffs, utterly oblivious to the wide-eyed expressions and barely-contained giggles issuing from Luz, Amity, and Willow, while Gus merely gapes at him like a fish out of water.

"Come on, I'm taking you to the healing homeroom," he decides, grabbing a spluttering, thoroughly flustered Gus by the hand and dragging him down the corridor.

They wait until Gus and Matt are out of earshot before they're bursting out laughing, Luz and Amity clutching each other for support, Willow giggling so hard the potted plant in her lap starts to shake.

"So, who else totally called that?" Luz snickers, struggling to catch her breath.

"Those two are even more obvious than we were," Amity agrees with a fond smile.

"I know, right? Viney owes me ten snails," Willow says, laughter subsiding to a soft sigh.

"Speaking of which…" Luz teases, turning her signature shenanigans smile on Willow. "It's a good thing Hunter isn't here, otherwise that flower of yours would totally give you away, eh?"

"What?!" Willow splutters, nearly sending the plant in question crashing to the floor. "I— I have no idea what you're talking about! I don't have a crush on— Hunter! Hi!" she exclaims with a voice-cracking squeak, as none other than Hunter himself comes strolling into the plant homeroom, messenger bag bursting with textbooks as he struggles to hoist it back onto his shoulder.

"Willow! Hi! Thought I might find you here," he says, hastily shoving his favorite chapstick — watermelon, Willow notes as a blush hotter than boiling rain creeps up the back of her neck, the one he'd picked up in the human realm to match his favorite pair of watermelon print pajama pants — into the front pocket of his messenger bag after swiping it across his lips.

"I was wondering if you wanted to run some practice drills before our next big flyer derby— ooh, cool plant!" he exclaims, rushing over to join Willow by the windowsill.

Before she can warn him, Hunter sticks his face directly into the planter she's been holding and takes a deep breath, eyelids fluttering closed in pure delight, a big goofy grin spreading across his face as he takes in the alluring scents of maple butter pancakes, freshly-carved palistrom wood, and Willow's favorite jasmine tea.

His lips are so shiny. Willow stares at him, overwhelmed by the succulent scent of watermelon flooding her senses.

"What kind of plant is this? It smells amazing," he sighs, and Willow's breath catches in her throat as Hunter opens his eyes and fixes his gaze on her.

"It's— um—" she stutters. "Floret Amor…something."

"Whoah. Willow, are you okay? Your eyes look…weird," he says, heart-shaped pupils blown wide as he gazes at Willow with a dreamy, lovestruck expression on his bright red face.

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Anime Blu-ray S2 Vol 1 SS

Series: My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! Source: Anime BluRay S2 Vol 1 Special Booklet Title / Character: Raphael Author: Satoru Yamaguchi Synopsis: Raphael has started his new life at the Ministry of Magic. Translation: maboroshi-no

Ever since that day when I, Raphael Wolt, was forcibly made to become Sirius Dieke, whenever I slept, I would dream about those horrible events over and over again, making sleeping an ordeal. That's why I cut down my sleeping time and did all I could for vengeance. My sleep was always reduced to the minimum but it was still far better than having those nightmares. I went on living like this for many years. But ever since that day when I took her hand and the black man vanished, my nightmares had completely disappeared. My dreams had become warm and peaceful.

Today too, I didn't remember its content but I had a warm and nostalgic dream, and woke up with a pleasant feeling. I was in a very good mood. I got up from the furnished bed, walked to the window, and opened its door. A pleasant breeze blew in.

After the incident, I told everything to the government officials, then the Ministry of Magic took me into custody and I began working there. As someone who wouldn't find it so strange to be put in prison, I was disappointed by the soft treatment. Moreover, while I was initially kept at a distance by the higher-ups aware of my circumstances, once I was at work, everyone interacted with me normally since my circumstances were kept secret. Because of this, I was currently leading a surprisingly normal… No, considering my life when I was forced to be Sirius, an incredibly happy life.

My room in the Ministry's dorm was incomparably small compared to the one I was given as a marquis's son, but it was so comfortable. And the meals too. Before, no matter what expensive food I was fed, it tasted like dust and I couldn't tell their flavor, but ever since coming here, my meals had been surprisingly delicious. It was as if the the world had changed colors — no, as if they had returned. I had escaped the dark world I was trapped in for a long time. This was how I felt.

I let the pleasant wind enter my room and prepared my outfit. I had grown used to wearing the Ministry uniform.

Once I was ready, I exited my room and headed to the dorm's dining hall. After receiving a tray holding a warm meal, I looked around, wondering where I should sit. At that moment, a senpai from the same department called out to me.

Senpai: Oh, Raphael. This one's empty. Come on, let's eat together.

Since I was invited with a smile and had no reason to refuse, I sat in the opposite seat, as they suggested.

Raphael: Good morning.

Senpai: Good morning.

Senpai returned my greeting with a smile. During our meal, we had idle chatter about the Ministry.

It was my new everyday life.

Senpai: By the way, Raphael. Since you're so charming, voices seem to be rising among the female staff that you're pretty good-looking.

After the idle chatter, Senpai brought up that topic with a mischievous face.

Raphael: I'm happy to hear that.

When I replied this, Senpai made a disappointed face and…

Senpai: You sound used to it, how boring. It's like being popular is just business as usual for you.

…they said while pouting.

Raphael: That's not true.

Or so I said, but it was true that I was used to being the target of women's affection. When I was impersonating Sirius, even though I was a marquis's son, I didn't take a fiancée even when I came of age due to the influence of my overly clinging mother. Because of this, I received many advances from women attracted to my status as the son of an eminent marquis. Even so, they were aimed at Sirius and not Raphael, so having people attracted to me even after I had reverted to the nobody Raphael…

Raphael: It sincerely makes me happy.

When I said this,

Senpai: Hmm~ So you're happy to have people attracted to you, huh?

Senpai poutingly said this, then stared at me.

Senpai: But your heart has already settled on someone, so you can't accept their feelings, right?

They said this while tilting their head to the side. Shaken by their words, I couldn't properly swallow my food and inadvertently choked on it.

Raphael: *cough* *cough*

Senpai: Oh, so I've hit the nail on the head. It's unusual to see you so shaken.

Senpai looked like they were enjoying this. I glared at them just a little, then…

Raphael: …What made you think that?、

When I asked, Senpai grinned, and…

Senpai: Pure intuition. I've always had a keen one about those things.

They proudly answered this. Then,

Senpai: And so, who is that person who stole your heart? Are you going out or something?

They asked this with eyes full of curiosity.

Senpai was someone in the same department who treated me well, and a good person who freely spoke to me and cared about me. But my background was kept secret from everyone except the higher-ups, so I couldn't just talk about it. Even so, I didn't want to lie to this person.

Raphael: …I indeed have someone in my heart. But I can't possibly marry her and I personally don't feel the desire to, so I just want to help however I can to protect her smile.

I still wasn't used to speaking of my true feelings like this and my words were quite embarrassing, so I muttered them in one go while looking downward. But no response was coming. When I raised my head, Senpai was shedding black tears.

Raphael: Huh? Umm, are you okay?

Senpai: …That's my line, Raphael~ You've been in such a heartbreaking love, and yet I thought you were some youngster who never made blunders. For me, that kind of tragic love is the worst!

Senpai said this with their mascara running, making them shed black tears. From the look of it, my story seemed to have touched their heartstrings.

Raphael: Umm, I'm not having such a hard time.

I was actually happy. Since I had joined the Ministry of Magic, I could be on the same site as her. But I couldn't go into details about that, which was troublesome.

For the time being, I held out a handkerchief to Senpai. They used it to wipe their tears.

Senpai: Ugh! My make-up is running.

They stopped their tears after realizing their make-up was running. Then, they immediately got up from their seat and said "I need to return to my room to fix my make-up!". Upon leaving, they told me with a pained face, "If I can help you with anything, just tell me, okay?" But I honestly didn't find my current situation as painful as Senpai seemed to think. I might not be able to marry the first person I fell in love with but I could still stay near her. I was in a place where I could see her smile and help protect her. It really was happiness to me.

After remembering this, I really wanted to see her smile again. I still had a little time before work started. I quickly ate the rest of my meal and hurriedly headed to that place.

In a corner of these large grounds containing the Ministry of Magic and the Academy of Magic, a student from the academy was supposedly cultivating flower beds. But in reality, she was cultivating vegetable plots as a hobby.

She hardly was a morning person so there was mostly no chance of her being here at this hour, but I would still be able to sense her presence if I came to this place.

When I snuck a look there, it appeared I really was in luck today. I could see her figure happily tending to the fields.

While I was captivated by her expression, she seemed to notice my presence and turned her eyes to me. As I instantly froze because I didn't expect it, Katarina Claes said,

Katarina: Good morning, Raphael!

…showing me the smile I loved so much.

[putschki1969]

2025/05/31 Blog post by Wakana 5月最後の日！！〜いつからか、恒例になりました〜

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Last Day of May!! ~Somehow, It's Become a Tradition~

Everyone~😊It's become a monthly tradition to make a blog post to remind you of the submission deadline for my podcast "Wakana's Talk Garden"! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／I wonder when it became a tradition😂

Now, the talk theme for this month's podcast is＼(^o^)／ ・Tell me about your favourite anime character!

I talked about it a little last time but there is a question I've been getting frequently and I've been dying to answer it, I just haven't had the chance…So that's what made me decide on this month's topic. The question was basically, "Tell me your favourite Ghibli character! (with different variations)"😊So for example, which character would you be friends with? Or who would you choose to be your lover? These are questions that seem like they would be a lot of fun to think about😂So in order to get an opportunity to talk about this, I wanted to ask about everyone's "favourite character," and made it into a talk theme for my podcast! I'm sure that different generations have watched different anime, and there are probably a lot of new shows that you are currently watching and enjoying✨ Most likely, there will be many characters that I don't even know, so please take this opportunity to talk about your favourite characters to your heart's content!! ＼(^o^)／I would also like to talk about Ghibli to my heart's content!! ☆:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:☆

The deadline is today! I'll be waiting for your submission‼ ︎(((o(ﾟ▽ﾟ)o))) https://wakana-fc.jp/answers/botanical_oshaberi_22/new

Finally, here are some photos from one of my recent outings📸I posted a couple photos from that day on Instagram the other day, this time there are a few more shots but once again from behind. 😂The reason why I'm so adamant about only showing my back is that we did a location shoot that day for the upcoming fan club magazine newsletter. I wanted everyone to see what I looked like for the first time in the magazine which is why I tried to make these photos as obscure as possible *laughs* All my efforts were in vain because I ended up showing my face anyway but whatever 😂(By the way, these photos are just me taking a leisurely stroll after the location shoot had already finished) The next magazine is still a long way off 😂 (scheduled for August) so please be patient a little while longer‼︎♡

At Manpuku Shokudō. (I just played around with their face panel) The location shoot that day was so much fun!! I can't wait for everyone to see it soon~♪ (in August)

That's all for now! Until next time~☆( '▽')/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

2025/06/10 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第22回目‼︎〜アニメの話は世界を救う‼︎久しぶりに熱く長く語ってしまった回〜

Talk Garden Vol. 22‼️〜Anime Talk Saves the World! It's Been a While Since I've Talked so Passionately〜

The 22nd episode of my podcast "Wakana's Talk Garden" has been uploaded!! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／This time, it's almost an hour long🤣🤣Every time I record it myself, edit it, check it and then finally send it to the staff to have them check it again. This time I felt bad sending it due to the episode's length…I was like, "I'm so sorry that you have to listen to all of that"😂 Everyone, good luck on listing!! 😂There's a reason of course why it's so long, I once again realised that talking about anime is way too much fun＼(^o^)／I just can't stop talking *laughs*.

I really appreciated everyone's love for their favourite characters😍It was fun to look up anime and characters I didn't know and talk about my impressions while looking at pictures♪ And above all (this is a tiny spoiler), I felt very nostalgic about "Future Boy Conan"…!!!!! I used to watch it all the time on Animax Broadcast Japan when I was a kid😊It was my favourite anime…✨I hadn't watched it since I became an adult but the episode with the "grandfather" was so shocking to me that I couldn't bring myself to re-watch it until now😭But this time, after reading everyone's messages, I decided to watch it again after a long time! One episode at a time! I cried so much that I couldn't breathe, especially in the shocking episode with the grandfather😭😭I cried almost the entire time I was watching😂 Conan's straightforward and pure kindness, Jimsy's wild but inherently good nature as well as his broad-mindedness that allows him to accept others. The grandfather's kind, warm gaze and his courage to teach everyone about the old world. I can't help it… just thinking about the grandfather… I can't stop crying (;;) Lana, Captain Dyce, Monsley, and many other fascinating characters appear in the show as well! I'm currently watching episode 5 out of 26! My honest impression is that the story progresses faster than I expected! In my memories, it was a really long anime, and I felt like the story progressed much more slowly😳 I'm looking forward to watching the rest of it and cry my way through it.

Well, I'm going to announce the next talk topic! This time, I chose something based on a question I received in one of your messages: ・Share things that you think have become more difficult to use and inconvenient compared to before

If you think about it, you'll find quite a lot of examples🤔There are more and more stores that are cashless only, and conversely, there are also things that remain to be cash only🤔It's because things are starting to become more convenient but during the transition period, some inconveniences do occur from time to time🙄I'm looking forward to everyone's opinions! The deadline is June 30th! ･:*+.(( °ω° ))/.:+

Finally, here are some more shots with a back-view😂I sutobborny tried to stick to back-shots only *laughs* I like the vibe if the area~ It reminds me of the underground world of Industria in "Future Boy Conan"😂On a side note, I love my Same-chan parasol♡🦈☂️

Also, on that day, I discovered a specific snack and got super excited about it! Does anyone know it? It's called "Choco Q-Suke", a specialty of Aomori! It's a traditional sweet from Hachinohe City, Nanbu Senbei, covered in chocolate!! I received this as a souvenir from a friend a while ago, and I was so impressed by how delicious it was…😍✨I'm so happy that I found it in Tokyo too!! (I bought three packages because each person was allowed to buy three *laughs*) If you have the chance, please try it🍘

Well, that's it for today! Until next time~☆( '▽')/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

Wakana’s Talk Garden #22

»»—— CLICK ME 🎁 CLICK ME ——«« ・Tell me your favourite anime character!

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on July 10th, there is the following talk theme: ・Share things that you think have become more difficult to use and inconvenient compared to before

The submission deadline is 06/30.

2025/06/22 Blog post by Wakana 嬉しいお知らせです‼︎〜♪「ジューシーな日」って覚えてください♪〜

Great News‼︎〜♪♪Mark Your Calendars〜 & Instagram Post by Wakana

I have some good news for you today! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ What could it be??... Well, it's certainly been a while...I'm going to hold a fan club event! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+ Hurray! ! ＼(^o^)／💕 The title is『Wakana Botanical Land "Music Party" Vol.3 ~Talk & Live~』 ‼︎＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ The date and location are as follows: [Date] October 4, 2025 [Venue] TIAT SKY HALL It's here‼ ︎ This is my first FC event in about a year😊 As for my Music Party, Vol.2 was held back in May 2021, so it's been about four and a half years! (°_°)(°_°) It's been forever since I've had an event where we can all enjoy ourselves like this, I hope I can do lots of fun stuff and I'm already wondering about what I'll sing😆♡ Please come and join me on October 4th! ! ! It's a while away, so I've once again come up with an easy way to remember the date! ! ! ! October 4th is spelled "Juu" and "Shi" so... It's "Juicy Day"! ! ! ! ! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ JUICY! See you all on a Juicy Day♡

Now here are some more photos from yesterday~📸 I had lunch at a stylish cafe🍴 It's been so long since I've had lunch outside... I'm staring at it with so much joy🍚*laughs* (I had salmon and herb mashed potatoes) The staff member who accompanied me for various activities also said, "I'm so happy to have such a proper lunch~"😌 Right??!!~ I tend to have the same simple meal for lunch every day (rice, miso soup, fried egg, natto), so I'm easily impressed by a meal with so many dishes😭✨ It was a lunch that made me feel grateful and impressed by the deliciousness of the food~✨

And here's the building I posted on Instagram yesterday! To think that a thing with a design like this exists😄 This was an exhibit from the "Wood Exhibition Vol. 9" of Tokyo University😊 There was a person who looked like a student watching nearby, I wish I had listened to what he had to say in detail but It was extremely hot 🫠 and I had to go to another place soon... I only got some info card and left in a hurry. I got permission to take photos and post them on social media, so of course I used that opportunity😊 The smell of wood was really nice, and if it had been a more spring-like weather instead of this scorching heat, I would have been able to stay there for a long time 😂 (it looks like I am fine but I was actually dying from the heat) The exhibit seems to be there until July 1 so if you're interested, please come and visit😊 ♡

Well, that's it for today! ! Until next time~☆( *'▽'*)/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

『Wakana Botanical Land “Music Party Vol.3～Talk & Live～”』

An exclusive fan club event with lots of singing and fun activities will be held in October! ^ ^ Please look forward to it!

『Wakana Botanical Land “Music Party Vol.3～Talk & Live～”』 【Date】2025/10/04 (Sat) 【Venue】TIAT SKY HALL https://www.tiatskyhall.jp/access/

Further details will be announced at a later date!!

Damn it, why can't this be closer to Keiko's Planetarium Live???!!! There's no way I can stay in Japan for this long but I really wanna attend both events!!! T_T

[persober]

everyone has already seen this comparison of new and old shots

in short, i'm upset that in this clip they didn't redraw the shots with Las Noches and Grimmjow

and now not briefly. I will not tire of repeating that Grimmjow is my favorite, the only man for whom my heart has been beating for many years

I watched the release of this video in a live broadcast and waited (obviously) for Grimmjow, so I have been carrying this thought for quite a long time. but as usual, I can only take a dick in the cheek and not even Grimmjow's, unfortunately. oh, this waiting for Grimmjow in life always and everywhere from year to year, I'm Hachiko, faithful to my precious man 🙏🏻😔 waiting for him in manga, anime, game, parcels with him, dreams with him, the appearance of a tulpa, I exist for this "waiting for Grimmjow"

in general, I was upset that he was not there, in that clip, but I would really like to see a redrawing of frames from past openings, where he would, for example, sit in an almost empty hall, surrounded only by Hallibel and Nell, after all, the guys are not strangers to Ichigo, how much he ran around their lands in his youth, oh

these moments are especially important for me, because as a child I rewatched this opening especially often, when Grimmjow is everything. their last fight thundered, and my cat was safely considered dead (but we all know that Taito resurrected him for me). (and I also re-watched the endings with him, but there he doesn’t walk so delightfully, swaying, and doesn’t look so sweetly at me through the screen, sitting at Aizen’s table) I turned it on again, and again, and again, and again, so that the special nostalgic role for me is played not so much by the first op, but by the sixth and seventh. it’s funny that it causes me genuine delight, a physical reaction in the form of goosebumps, screams, languid groans and clapping of hands both then and now. this is really what doesn’t change in my life

moreover, I really want content with him, really, but at the same time I’m very afraid of him, because each, so to speak, our new meeting is fucking stress for me. I worry every time to tears, screams and hysterics, because… I don't know why. I love him very much, and the feelings are too overwhelming when I see him or just hear his voice, the voice of the person who voices him, in other projects

that's why I'm sorry and not sorry at the same time that my wish did not come true. he deserves his star second, but at least I will live a day without a high temperature because of worries and screams because they showed him again. in fact, I'm glad that they showed his return in the anime, I dreamed about it so much, for years, but I don't expect a continuation now, because it's hard for me to perceive him

thanks for your attention, no one reads long posts, but it makes it easier for me