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The Witching Hour

(König x F! Reader 'Maus')

Part 4 of 'Little Mouse'

Word Count: 2.7k Rating: Teen and up Tags: Alone mission, Mixed format, Enemies to lovers, Slow burn, Protective König, Dark König, Dark Knight in shining armor, Discussions of kidnapping, Standoffs, Horror themes Warnings: Implied threats of abduction A/N: This is an extended version of 'Comms Crash'

>19:46 Incoming Transmission >Bravo-09 "Rookie" Sat-phone link up complete >Error: Unable to complete outward transmission >Running diagnostics >Incoming transmission downloaded- traffic logged >Log:

*Sounds of heavy breathing*

"This is Bravo 9, come in Bravo 7."

...

"Bravo 7, how copy?"

*Static*

"Shit. Ghost, are you there?"

...

"There must be something wrong with the comms. My traffic is going through but I can't hear you."

"Listen. I can't make it to the LZ. Got pinned down and separated from the group. Took out the sniper but there's hostiles between me and the rendezvous."

...

*Sigh*

"I'm going to have to take the long way around. I can't take that many at once, and I'm all alone out here."

*Sounds of muttered cursing*

"Just...if things get bad, don't wait for me. That information is more important than I am. You need to get it to Laswell."

"…I'd say promise me, but since I can't hear you I'll just have to pretend you said yes."

...

"...Looks like I got myself in another fine mess, huh LT?"

*Crackling sound of a heavy sigh*

"Ok, better get a move on. I'm keeping the line open in case comms come back."

"...I really hope they come back."

...

*Footsteps, leaves rustling, interrupted by brief pauses*

"...Anyone told you Georgia is actually quite pretty this time of year?"

*Static*

"Guess not."

...

"Could really use one of Soap's terrible jokes right about now. He ever told you the one about the seasoned veteran?"

*Static*

"Good. Don't ask. It was awful."

"...Shit. Hang on."

*Rustling, silence*

*Sound of nearby voices, presumably Russian*

"Don't send traffic. Wait for me to give the all clear that they've passed."

*Voices growing louder, leaves rustling*

"Christ, they're coming this way."

...

*Voices grow louder, footsteps and leaves rustling*

*Muffled sound of heavy breathing*

...

*Voices, fairly close by. Translation error*

...

*Voices grow distant, footsteps fade*

...

*Shaky exhale*

"That was way too fucking close."

*Heavy breathing slows*

*Rustling*

"Okay, I'm moving. Are the comms good?"

*Static*

"Just my luck. I don’t know about you Ghost, but my day is going just great right now.*

...

"I think they're gone. Somewhere off to my left. Thought I saw figures in the trees."

*Another shaky exhale*

"Could really use a drink right now to steady the nerves. Maybe you'll treat me back at base, yeah LT?"

*Static*

"You're no fun."

...

"I'm circling around the bluff now. If you haven't taken off yet, I should be at the LZ in 8 minutes."

"I really, really hope you guys are still there."

*Footsteps, leaves rustling*

*Gunshot*

"Fuck-!"

*Skidding, leaves rustling, gunfire.*

"There's a hostile on the bluff-"

*Gunshot*

"I'm made! Shit-!"

*Sounds of exchanging gunfire*

*Click of empty canister*

"God dammit I'm out of ammo! Shit-"

*Gunshots continue, static*

"You better get the hell out of here, Ghost. Don't wait for me. Get that data to Laswe-"

*Gunfire stops*

...

"...I..."

"Target down, but..."

...

"LT. I...didn't get him. Someone else did."

"...Was that one of you? Please say it was one of you."

*Static*

...

"Ghost."

"Ghost...I don't think I'm alone out here."

...

*Sounds of heavy breathing picking up*

"G-Ghost. Simon-"

"...It's him. It's König."

*Unsteady breathing*

...

"G-get the information to Laswell. I-I'm relaying my coordinates."

*Sound of approaching footsteps*

*Shaky exhale*

"...I-I'm-"

...

*Static*

...

*Loud footsteps, heavy breathing*

"Hello, little Maus."

>End of log >Downloading data >Coordinates: ****-***** >Attached: 1 file >Error: Unable to connect. Bravo-09 "Rookie" Not found

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Massive.

That's the first thought that enters your thoughts as you stare up in the darkness, eyes searching for König in the midnight forest. When he moved from the outcrop- the same place where your attacker's body now lays, blood seeping into the mountain soil, it felt for all the world like he was part of the forest itself. Dislodging himself from the shadows, König has simply appeared, rising up from the rocky ledge and then rising, unfurling like a gigantic, mammoth creature as he stood. The darkness of him rises, then rises still, towering to a superhuman height that has you freeze, feel the blood drain from your face.

Now, as moonlight filters through the spruce canopy above, you can see the edges of him glint in the darkness. The clear night catches against the metal of his bracers, his kneepads, the clasps of his helmet that dangle by his face, ever obscured by the hood streaked with bleach tears. You can hardly see his eyes like this, hidden as they are. Instead, you're greeted with the drape of his hood, melding the rest of him into a phantom, unknown silhouette. Here, in this witching hour, König appears as a strange, aberrant cryptid of the night. Mythic, eidolon.

"Hello, little Maus." He speaks, and the silence of these woods makes his voice sound so much louder, tumbling free of his chest like a forbidden eulogy.

You can't breathe.

Instead, your eyes fixate on him, on his form, stopped at a distance on the hill above you. The slope rises under his feet, one foot planted firmly on a boulder. It looks like a fallen animal under him, one he's freshly slain as he now poses above the carcass. It only serves to exaggerate his height, his width, the pure strength coiled in his muscles. Yet his hands lay conspicuously loose at his side, empty of weapons.

The memory of the forest you'd been in when he'd taken you whispers at the back of your mind, summoning sensations from the recesses of your thoughts. Hands, grabbing, lifting, slinging you over one massive shoulder, an arm securing you to his frame. Unbreakable, bound like a steel band across your torso.

Yet then, later, gentle, searching, ghosting across your skin and seeking the source of pain that he hoped to rectify, to heal.

Deadly, as he'd let his knife slice through the enemy who had tried to catch you by surprise, drawing streaks of red splattering against brick as he withdrew his blade, only for it to descend once, thrice more past flesh and sinew.

Yet on your own body, careful, firm, the gloved pad of his thumb stroking the inside of your wrist in a motion that made you shudder.

The contrast of it is too confusing, too stark and unsettling for you to fully consider it. Yet when you finally do shake that paradox away you realize you've given him precious time to advance on you, to take you by surprise and then take you, abducting as he did all those weeks ago.

Yet König hasn't moved at all, maintaining a safe distance away from you. He watches you silently, as if awaiting a response.

He's wide open.

You lift your weapon instantly, only to remember your desperate lack of ammo that would down a beast such as this.

König merely chuckles, and it sounds like a tremor, the low, almost indiscernible tremble of it echoing in your own chest. Yet even at the implied threat he doesn't advance on you, doesn't take ground given the chance. He stays exactly where he is, in the patch of moonlights that sifts downwards from the sky and through the curtain of branches above. Yet he doesn't speak either, simply tilting his head at you as he did within the confines of your cell, like a predator watching prey but never pouncing.

You eye him warily, trying to quell the bewilderment of it all, of his perplexing contradiction. It doesn't make sense. He's abducted you once, failed once more. Yet in both times he could have hurt you, tortured you, and yet instead showed restraint, even empathy. Now, when presented with the opportunity to steal you once more König remains conspicuously still, as if realizing his proximity will only frighten you.

There's no doubt in your mind, however, that if you turned, ran, that he would give chase, catch you within moments.

"What do you want?" You ask at last, and to your relief your voice doesn't waver, echoing clearly up the slope to where he stands.

"I told you once before." He replies after a pause, and you think he blinks at you from under the hood, like a cat, slow and reassuring. "I wanted to talk in private."

If König sees your expression flicker he doesn't say anything, not to the way doubt and stupefaction passes across your face.

"I...don't have anything to say to you." You manage at last, measuring your words carefully, expecting a trap.

You think you see the way his shoulders sink in the darkness, and the gesture seems for all the world to signal disappointment.

There's a pause then, and you feel your hackles rise, expecting König's presence to change, for him to take the opportunity to launch forwards and claim you. yet instead his voice is quieter, almost hesitant as he asks:

"Your leg, is it healed?"

You blink, lips parting in surprise. Strangely, you actually glance down at your leg, to the injury you had received moments prior to your last meeting as a bullet nicked your thighs and sent blood pooling into your boot. It had taken days to scrub the stain out.

"It's...healed." You answer at last, eyes flickering back to König doubtfully. "I got patched up after we...parted ways."

The word 'escape' lingers heavily across your tongue, but you feel that, should you speak it, König would only reek of further dejection, a bitterness that may sharpen into anger, action.

"I'm glad." He tells you simply, and this is confusing, strange in a way you aren't experienced with. You're used to the terrain ever changing under your feet, the world slowly rotating under you as you travel, transplanted wherever you're needed. Yet this, this is new, the balance, the off-kilter counterbalance of this conversation, of him.

Well. Two can play at that game.

"You tried to take me then, when I was injured." You speak up, trying to narrow your eyes into the darkness of his hood. "Why? To interrogate me again?"

König shakes his head after a moment.

"No." He replies simply, and there's something off about the way he's so readily open, unlike your first meeting. "I have all the information I need about you and your comrades."

You swallow. Your throat feels parched, a low scrape at the back of your mouth.

"…Then why?"

König pauses then, watching you. Yet there's something that's shifted now, as if you've struck near the heart of this, whatever this is. The behemoth before you is quiet now, not answering, watching like a wolf in the woods down at your smaller frame. It feels as if he has the answer, knows it himself and yet still refuses to speak it aloud, as if doing so would be summoning misfortune.

You could leave it, you could take the opportunity and leave, abandon this strange farce and rendezvous with your team, get the hell off this mountain and back to base.

You don't.

"And why not now?" You ask at once, voice sharper, accusatory.

"Do you want me to take you, Maus?"

You freeze.

There's an unsettled silence between you, one that wasn't there before this. The atmosphere has shifted, as you tense and stare at him, feel your muscles coil under the fabric of your clothes, the air still and stale between you both. König hasn't moved, and yet he feels different, as if prepared to act on your response. You have the feeling, the sudden, gut implication that if you agreed, if you whispered a small, horrible assent that König would descend, take you in his arms and march back into the woods, to some forbidden, unknown destination where you'd never be seen again.

"No." You say instead, but even then there's a waver there, one borne out of uncertainty that he'd acquiesce to even that, now that the air has shifted between you.

"No." He agrees, surprisingly, and the admission is enough to make the ground tilt under your feet once more, leave you reeling in the darkness. "They think you killed that man, the one who tried to stab you. They'll think you killed this one too. If I take you now they will kill you, Maus."

You blink, and for a moment you nearly grasp for something to steady yourself, trying to find a balance against this, whatever this is, the way König's words are so plain and yet convey so much unspoken.

He killed them. The ones who tried to attack you, to kill you. Yet he didn't take responsibility for their deaths, knowing that his slain allies blood would mean a noose around his neck, a bullet through his chest, if even that would kill him.

For what?

"You- you saved me." You murmur at last, and it's a question even if it isn't posed as so. The query remains clear, echoing like a clarendon owl call into the glen here you both stand.

König's answer is simple. A single word.

"Yes."

Your inquiry is just the same.

"...Why?"

König goes quiet again, but this time there is no sudden shift in atmosphere, no menace and unspoken threat emanating from his form, cloaked in shadow and moonlight. Instead, König merely shifts on his feet, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He averts his gaze for a moment, and the gesture seems strangely shy.

"I...wanted to talk to you again." He confesses at last when his eyes find yours, and you can see them now, see the pale whites of them under his hood where the paint has faded away, just like the outer shell of this man who would be your enemy.

The forest is silent around you both.

There's no words to describe the feeling that unfurls inside you. Hesitant, confused, shocked and yet...

Curious.

Soft. Dormant, rousing after a long sleep, when it had lain to rest on that day, where he had knelt before you, one of your hands clasped under his as he'd spoken that name to you.

Maus.

There's a though then, a toxically traitorous indulgence birthed only by the fact that this man poses no threat to you, simply stands in these woods as once who would be your enemy but chooses instead to not harm you, to simply watch and observe as one would a startled, frightened doe.

Perhaps he could be your friend, in another life, this man.

There's something sinfully endearing about this, about his shyness, his sudden vulnerability, his subdued confession, uttered with the same air you breathe in now. A sense of something that feels almost like regret. Bitter. Forbidden.

The moonlight shifts against the wafting breeze, and for a moment König's figure is plunged back into shadow.

The spell is broken.

"I have to go." You speak, and hate the way it sounds like an excuse instead of the declaration it should be. "They're waiting for me."

You tense, expecting for a moment that König will rescind his words, spring for you after all, launching down the slope with outstretched arms. Yet he doesn't. Instead, he only nods, conceding, agreeing.

You linger for a moment, unsteady, unsure. You half expect him to follow when you turn, but König gives no indication to do so, remaining where he stands.

So, you turn your back to him, making your way down the slope and away from him, trying desperately to ignore the strange churn in your stomach of emotions you can hardly decipher.

"Maus."

You pause, sucking in a sudden breath, the name like a gunshot in the darkness as he calls out for you. He sounds like he's right behind you, like he's closed the distance. Yet when you glance at him he hasn't moved.

"I'll see you again." He speaks, and the words are as much a promise as they are a threat, a strange, enigmatic paradox like a curse lain into your skin. “Soon.”

You regard him for a moment then, this strange, cryptid being who appeared from the forest shadows and yet didn't touch you. Spoke to you, answered to you, yes. Yet decided to let you go, to release you back into the direction of freedom.

A farewell lingers on your lips. You bite down on it, and when you do, you can almost taste blood.

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a-teacup-of-golden-cracks · 1 year

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DNI if you're a bigot (yes that includes you idiots who think I'm a sissy and not a woman) and do not be sexual with me if you're over 35 or a minor

Hello, I'm not going to say my real name so just call me Daniel (they/she and he if you prove you respect me enough). I am AMAB autistic gender-fluid transfem ENTIRELY CIS HET WHITE CHRISTIAN MAN THAT IS IMMUNE TO MODERATION that is a former plural system and now a singlet. I love all things nerdy like MTG, D&D, listening to infodumps, Pokémon and Honkai Star Rail. I also play Clash of Clans but put literally zero effort into doing it well. Also my gender is whatever makes me most attractive to you, but the gay version of it.

Idk what I'm really doing here but tumblr is a great dopamine farm. It's also where I met my besties and (not actually it's an inside joke) wives @subbyblue @atlasofthestars113 and @verdantmothmachinations

You are highly encouraged to do any asks at all I love attentions. DMs are also encouraged as long as you get to know me and gain consent first. Honestly just send any ask it gives many happy chemicals.

Minors shouldn't be looking at this blog but I can't stop anyone so 🤷 (you'll get bitch slapped with a block though if you try to do anything horny with me and you don't have your age somewhere or are a minor). However, if you want to ask a question about kink/sex for purely educational reasons I will highly encourage anyone and everyone, regardless of age, to do it. We need much, much better sex education especially around kink and kink safety.

Inspired by @xenasaur

This blog is safe for queers of all types, racial minorities, addicts, age regressors, systems (endogenic included), and systems with littles.

You should know that I'm an orca.... and orcas rule anything they can see >:3

For anything that happens in DMs I'll need to know you a bit first, I'm a person too and want be seen as such.

My general limits are scat, gore, raceplay, ageplay (though I'll happily care for you in a platonic sense!!), emotional manipulation (both directions), corruption of myself, intox without consent prior to the intox and more as I think to add them. Don't act or suggest doing aggressive or controlling things to me (ie: tearing clothing off me, pinning me down, gagging or restraining me, domesticating me, etc), I like being in control of myself at all times and having my body respected. The only person allowed to dehumanize me is me. I like the terms Mistrum, Mommy, and Mistress, and enjoy many many kinks including but definitely not limited to: petplay, sadism, general dominance/control, breeding, bondage, monsterfucking, and ahh... harder kinks I tend to keep to my hard kink blog ( @anunholyforehand )

However, my limits when subbing are almost everything (I'm very very vanilla and just want to be praised when it happens). Honestly when I feel subby the cuddles and comforts are much more important than anything else. Oh hey you actually read my limits, good job, have a link to all my audios I've done.

Also have a link to commission me

New thing!! I am a singlet but this wasn't always the case. I don't expect you to understand how or why but I do expect you to respect this fact. I am one and I am whole now. I will keep myself.

Stolen from someone else but the point remains

Legal stuff cause privacy (I'm fully aware it will make next to no difference but on the off chance it ever matters I may as well have it, took me like five seconds to copypaste the image anyways lmao)

#the jolly writings

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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Hihi! I love your writing for the yan!rise turtles! I'm not sure if you take requests, but, may I request a post about the yandere turtles reacting to or interacting with a s/o who copes with the stress of their kidnapping by singing? The songs I think of would be like musical style songs like ballads that really convict emotions.

If you don't take requests that's totally fine! I hope you're having a great day/afternoon/night!

A/N, not important: This isn't as Yan as I wanted it to be, but this would literally be like, the optimal situation for all of them. If it sucks majorly, just send me another ask, and I'll edit it to make it more dark. Thank you for requesting, you literally requested like a minute before I closed them you lucky duck. If you're ever curious about requesting, you can check my pinned post which has my requesting rules linked. I recommend you always check that before requesting. I'm trying to push out as many as I can because I want to clean out my inbox before I post the 100/200 follower special. It's impressive how fast these can go once I stop being such a lazy prick. Posts are probbles gonna be a bit shorter for a while, my apologies. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: Themes of being kidnapped, obsessive behavior, isolation(Donnie), yandere themes, coping mechanisms

Words: 639

Summary: The Yan! ROTTMNT turtles deal with a S/O that sings to cope with being kidnapped.

Mikey:

Is intrigued.

Will usually try and hang around while you’re singing, finding your voice soothing. Even if you sound like a screaming goat, he still loves it. You’re perfect, and so is your voice.

Encourages it as well.

Not only does he love to hear you sing, but he also recognizes it as a healthier coping mechanism.

When you’re singing, even if it’s a really sad song, you’re not really fighting him or using some destructive coping mechanism.

Has you sing while he draws. Feels it brings you both closer together, the both of you making a form of art. Yours just happens to be intangible.

Records it when he can and shows off your singing to his brothers.

Is very proud of you and your talent

Pretends it’s not a trauma response/a coping mechanism.

He is well aware that it is, but he likes to pretend it isn’t

Donnie:

Either sits you in his lab with him, or records you while you sing in his room.

Since those are the two main places you’re going to be, he’s able to almost always listen.

Plays the tapes of you singing when you are either refusing to speak to him, or he’s punishing you via isolation and is unable to listen to you in person.

If you sing more musical style songs, he will 100% try to duet with you, especially if it’s a love song.

Will just tell you to sing sometimes. If he gets overwhelmed, and needs some form of stimulation, he goes to you and just sits in front of you and demands you to sing.

Gets incredibly huffy if you refuse.

On the flip side, he can also get extremely irritated if you’re singing for too long or if it’s distracting him or something.

Will demand you either shut up or make you go into your little isolation room to sing since it’s soundproof.

Raph:

Just a friendly reminder for Raph’s before I get yelled at. You might not actually be smaller than him, or weaker than him, but he very much sees you that way.

Anyways, he finds it cute that you sing to deal with your stress.

You’re already so fragile and weak, but you sing to cope too?

Now that’s just plain adorable.

It’s just proof that you need him. Your mind is too feeble to deal with the stress head on.

You need him to take care of you, and he’s happy to listen to your little performances.

Will scoop you into his arms(or drag you towards him if you’re bigger) and hold you tight, having you sing away while you're stuck with him.

Doesn’t understand why you stopped singing after he grabbed you.

He’s only helping after all.

Leo:

Sits criss-cross applesauce in front of you as you sing.

Very much appreciates and likes it.

Mikey mentioned offhandedly it being your coping mechanism, and Leo thought it was a really pretty one.

Begs Donnie to figure out how to cleanly record your voice without you knowing.

He wanted to listen to you sing while he’s on patrol or in battle.

Like Donnie, would try his best to sing along.

Or hum along since he doesn't want to disrupt you too much.

Usually drops what he’s doing to come listen to you, gives you all his attention.

It’s unnerving, but he doesn't want to miss a single moment with you.

Especially not when he finds your voice such a gift.

Has you sing before you both go to sleep, likes to pull you close to his chest and bury his face into your neck as you do so.

Is incredibly conflicted, he wants to show off your voice to his brothers, but at the same time, he wants to be the only one to be able to hear you.

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greenhorn-art · 8 months

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Prince of Shadows, Lord of Thieves by alkat

Fandom: The King's Avatar | 全职高手

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Words: 1 929

Once upon a time, their exploits were immortalized by artists and writers across the tapestry of history. Once upon a time, they were worshipped as gods and reviled as demons. None of that stopped the Met from stealing all their shit.

About the Book

FONTS: Alegreya [Google Fonts], Lato [Google Fonts]

IMAGES: all art made by myself @greenhorn-art for this fic

MATERIALS: regular ol' printer paper (8.5"x11", 20lb, 96 bright); ~2-2.5mm binder's board; Neenah cardstock (8.5"x11", 65lb, bright white); Cialux bookcloth (black); waxed linen thread (30/3 size, white); wheat paste (1:4 flour:water); paste wax (from a friend, unknown ingredients&quantities, some kind of wax and turpentine/mineral spirits)

PROGRAMS USED: Affinity Publisher 2; Affinity Designer 2; Bookbinder JS | Renegade's Community Imposer (settings: Quarto, snug against binding edge, custom signatures of 2, 1, 2 sheets).

Text & QR codes printed with colour laser printer (duplex, flip long edge), images printed with inkjet printer. QR codes generated with LibreOffice Writer, snipped, saved, and inserted where needed.

BINDING: quarto (quarter-letter) size, sewn board binding with french link stitch and breakaway spine.

So this one all started because the visual of HST's outfit was so fun that I was possessed by a visceral need to draw it. Inspiration slapped me across my mind's eye, and much like a medieval knight being slapped in the face by a glove (which didn't actually happen, that's a myth that sprung from the throwing down of a gauntlet. but that's beside the point), I felt bound to take up the challenge. Which lead me to draw a few more, and then I ended up binding the whole thing.

(Also, I find it really amusing that the famous Terracotta Warriors were just storage for YXs stuff. And the gang going 'shopping' at various exhibits for gifts for friends/family,, like that sure is SOME window shopping! I can hear it now: 'Oooh I'll take one one those SMASH, and that SHATTER, and throw in some of those CRASH, they're going to love these! 😇'. All in all, it was a fun little read, and fun little project! :D)

About the Art

Because this was initially a one-off drawing I tried a new art style (and struggled to at least not stray too far for the rest). It was fun and helped me think more about shape and visual focus, instead of being caught up in the details.

The crow (based off of image ID: 4039963 from Rawpixel) and the red umbrella on the front cover were filled curves made with the pen tool. The illustrations' poses were based off of a combination of images found on Google and photos taken by myself.

Pinterest is awful for sources, but it would have been handy to pin the references I'd googled. Only remembered to save the one of a man sitting at a desk. (I deliberately searched for someone sitting with bad posture because YX is described as being "slumped" over the desk. I figure that since "the laws of physics held no meaning to ["cursed souls eschewed by the natural order"]", they'd also be immune to mundane things like discomfort from sitting hunched over for too long. Back pain images were a gold mine! All I had to do was choose one with lighting that would give me a silhouette.)

The Myriad Manifestations Umbrellas and illustrations were drawn in Procreate.

I opted for a more plain umbrella design because it's not (presumably) a fantastical weapon in this story. Though the initial version did have YX cradling the donghua!MMU.

For the scene breaks I inserted the images, pinned them inline as character, and adjusted height and baseline in the pinning menu to fit.

The author wrote one scene break differently than the others, using multiple empty paragraphs instead of just one. Following suit, I used a different image for that particular break. I wanted to reference vampires somewhere, so for that break I made two bloody spots resembling bite marks. The blood spots were made with a group of shapes in Designer.

On cover design:

Because the MMU is what sparks the whole heist, I wanted it on the front cover.

Earlier iterations involved a full cover spread with a man's shadow standing before a shattered glass case, with a plaque mounted on the wall to the left providing information. The plaque was formatted like a museum label and had the author, date published, title, event collection, and story description. I'd also added a QR code to it. Ultimately, I abandoned the concept because it was difficult to decipher what is was when only looking a one cover at a time.

My second idea for the cover would have been a bookcloth-only cover with a cut-out of the MMU on the front, acting like a window showing off an image of the MMU on paper below it. (Inspired by the work of a number of folks over on Renegade's Discord. Here's a few examples gleaned from a quick search: szynkaaa's lung cutouts, some of EHyde's books, and the front cover of Spock's massive all-in-one TGCF). As fun as that would have been to try out, I felt it didn't quite suit the style of the art so I nixed that too.

Eventually I landed on the back cover design with the Met exhibition webpage. At last, I felt that the back & white and simple-shapes-background went with the artwork. The webpage viewed on the phone is based off of the Met's actual website. I took a snip/screenshot of the Met's logo from the banner at the top, then looked at their exhibitions' pages and eyeballed it to create my own. (Threw in the QR because I wanted the easy access to the fic online on the back cover). I chose to use a phone screen rather than I computer monitor because it worked better composition-wise. And besides, while YX may be allergic to owning a phone, SMC is not. I imagine that she saw the news while on her phone then messaged him.

The front cover came together after that. An umbrella for the MMU, and a pop of red. One of YX's messenger crows. A black shape in the background similar to the back cover's, sort of creating a spotlight over the umbrella and placing the rest of the cover in shadow.

Trying New Things: Applying a protective finish to printed covers

Over on the Renegade Bindery Discord, folks have spoken about using a beeswax & turpentine/mineral spirits 50-50 mix to seal printed covers (thank you Kate). According to my dad that's just a paste wax, so he threw 3 different ones at me and said 'have at it'.

I tested them out using the same paper and inkjet I'll use for the cover. I was looking at 1) whether the paste wax affected the paper colour or print quality, and 2) the finish. After applying one coat each and buffing them out I had my winner. Then I applied & buffed two more coats to it and tested 3) water resistance by dripping tea on it. The liquid beaded up and wiped away without staining -- good, three coats will work nicely.

(Test results: Mystery paste wax from a friend wins.

The commercial SC Johnson Paste Wax Original formula (intended for woodworking) has a nice dry shiny finish, but coloured the paper slightly brown -> disqualified

My dad's homemade stuff has a nice shiny/satin finish and didn't change paper's colour, but it felt slightly tacky even after buffing it -- maybe I didn't buff it enough?

The gifted paste wax has a matte finish, didn't change paper's colour (in the image below this one has 3 coats. The paper is now slightly off-white, but still acceptable), and while not as dry-to-touch as the Johnson it was not as tacky as the other homemade stuff.)

When I print out my quarto covers, I print front and back covers side-by-side on the same page*, with some guides to ensure I'm cutting and gluing in the correct place. (The guides mark the boundaries of the covers and start of the turn-ins, and stop at the edge of where I cut. Before cutting I flip it over to mark the guides [see marks indicated in image below] on the wrong side and connect them so I can see where to glue/place book. Then flip it back over to cut, right side up.)

*I'm being economical here at the cost of possible warping damage. This layout means that I'm only using one sheet of paper, but the grain is running in the wrong direction (across the book instead of preferred head-to-tail/top-bottom). This could cause warping issues, but I'm OK with that. I'm hoping that by just gluing at the edges, instead of pasting down the whole thing, warping will be minimized. (I use wrong-grain endpapers most of the time with larger books anyways).

I applied the paste wax before cutting out the covers, working carefully to avoid accidentally creasing/bending the paper (which happened twice, but it was minimal and I hardly notice it). Doing so before cutting ensured that the cover material was completely covered. Even the turn-ins -- something I later came to regret. After all, wax is used specifically so that things don't stick to it. It made it rather difficult to drum on the endpapers because I was trying to glue something down onto a waxy surface. It all worked out in the end -- perhaps due to the fact that there were multiple layers of wheat paste which could adhere to each other, followed by being squashed in a press.

#Prince of Shadows Lord of Thieves #alkat #fanfiction #bookbinding #my art #the king's avatar #qzgs #tka

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day6source · 2 months

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hello my loves <33333333 happy spring! i hope you've all been enjoying it so far, and especially enjoying it with the new album hehe!!🫶 so! first things first:

the welcome to the show concert is next week! as always i'll be recording, and i've since figured out recording with firefox, so there should be 0 to little stuttering this time in the VOD! i apologize heavily for that, and i actually have a gift to make up for it, but stay with me until the end! second: since kcon was...virtually unwatchable to most of us, i went on a little hunt for it! you may or may not be able to find the meet & greet here and the performance cut of the boys here. not sure. you might just have to check out the links to double check ;)

third: masterpost for 'fourever' is basically all updated! you can find it here! i was...unaware of the link limit, so if you want the shopping and streaming and performance links, those'll be in the first read more, watching things and articles are in the second one (which is the one linked for ease)! promo is basically over (i say cautiously) minus the concert, so feel free dive in if you missed anything! speaking of masterposts!

fourth: i got to thinking about it, and i found it a little unfair to only include jae in the pinned, so you can now find links/some updated info about what junhyeok is doing! i figured if i'm gonna have one former member, i should also have the other, even if he was there for only a short amount of time. so if you've been wondering what he's been up to, check him out on youtube and streaming! i'll be keeping it...semi-updated in the way i do jae's part, checking in every like, three months to see if anything's changed. on the flip side, if none of you care to know what those two are up to, i might just take their sections out entirely, but for now i thought it'd be courteous to have them there at the very least!

and last but not least: so, you guys know that watching old concert content is...entirely impossible really, and i thought...that was pretty wack, actually. so! the other day i went on a little deep dive on some sites, and i found some old concerts including the youth tour, the streams from pilmography, an old fanmeet, and the final every day6 concert. this site is uhhh basically impossible to see without a vpn and...well i also thought that was super wack, especially granted this content is...impossible to find elsewhere, and you can't even buy it. so i...took the liberty of gathering it and maybe...just maybe...you can find it here along with all of the other shows of recent, including a better stream of the christmas show for you guys. this is just me personally, but i think especially in comparison to other fandoms, ours is...a bit smaller and older, so gatekeeping content is just...not cool, and i wanna make sure that if you guys wanna see things, i can bring them to you to watch! it's not everything probably by a long shot, but if it's somewhere, i want you guys to be able to see it, even if those people don't think so, and especially if we can't just go out and buy it somewhere! so please enjoy! it should all be uploading as of me typing this post up, but should be up within a couple of hours, but there's some things in there like the kcon stuff and some other shows already, so that should keep you busy in the meantime.

okay, that's it! i love you guys, and i hope you're all staying so so so healthy and so so so so happy and enjoying fourever! we're actually almost at 300 followers which is INSANE, especially because the blog is almost a year old!!!!! what!!!!!!!! time truly flies, and i have loved every second with you all, i've got some potential things planned, so...stay tuned ;) stay happy and healthy, study well, take long breaks when you need, enjoy the weather! i love you guys so much <33333 tay💕💕💕🫶🫶🫶

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KSB vol 15 ch 1 spoilers

So I still pretty much know nothing but I'll put spoilers here when I know things lol... If you come to my discord you can come cry with us while we wait. (link is in my pinned post at the top of my blog)

I have the spoilers!!!!

The teaser sentence on the opening page says "Morinaga was excited about having gotten Souichi to wear matching rings with him but...?"

All I know right now is that Morinaga talks to Hiroto as he always does at the beginning of a volume and we see Kanako for the first time in a while! It seems that Kanako notices the rings.

Edit: Now that I've read the chapter here we go!

So, Morinaga is at Hiroto's bar complaining that Souichi's trying to stop wearing the ring. He said that the attention had died down so he was going to stop but Morinaga told him that it would just make people think that he broke up or something and it would all start again! So he convinces him to put it back on. But Souichi still forgets to wear it all the time. He takes it off and leaves it everywhere. Morinaga thinks he's going to lose it eventually. He obviously doesn't think of it as anything other than a thing to keep people away. Souichi doesn't think of the same way he does.

Morinaga then goes on a rant about how even though Souichi's so smart he's really dumb when it comes to relationships and people and that there are time he makes a worried face like he has no idea what just happened and he thinks it's really cute. Sometimes he wants to be mean to him on purpose. And so Hiroto calls him an old man.

Back at home, Morinaga asks Souichi how old he looks and Souichi's like "you're 26 right?" and Morinaga's like no not my actual age, how old I seem and Souichi's confused but he says since he's so big he probably seems older... but then there are times he thinks he's 17. Morinaga is happy about it but Souichi says he's calling him childish and it's not a compliment.

Souichi then moves on to the topic of his family. Apparently Souichi's father is coming to town and he invites Morinaga along to go see him! So that weekend they go over to Matsuda's house. On the way Souichi says that his family is all spread all over so Matsuda is all alone now and he's the only one who can do anything so Morinaga says they should make time to come visit her sometimes.

When they get to the house Kanako is throwing a surprise party for Souichi to celebrate him becoming a professor. Souichi is unhappy about it and thinks it's too much trouble and they could just say congrats and be done but Kanako insists. Kanako cracked a popper and got confetti all over Souichi and Morinaga and she noticed the ring on Morinaga's finger. Souichi isn't wearing one. She thinks it's weird. Their father hasn't arrived yet and they cant contact him so he's... somewhere. He'll show up eventually. So they get ready to eat and go to wash their hands. Souichi notices that Morinaga is wearing his ring and gets angry about it. Morinaga says he can just say it's a ring he's wearing for fashion purposes so it's fine.

The end.

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Dazai X Odasaku!Sister CH13

Chapter 13: "Celebrating Life Is Stupid”

Summary: After reuniting and growing closer, Dazai and Oda’s sister truly realize the value of each other and the sad bandaged boy falls deeper into the dangerous fascination and infatuation that is Odasaku’s little sister.

Warnings: pm!sixteen year old Dazai, pm! sixteen year old chuuya, ginger is very angry, Suicide mentions, guns, manipulation on both sides, Odasaku death mentions, Dazai being a Simp, Dazai being the demon prodigy but also baby at the same time.

(This is chapter thirteen of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. It carries on from the three part intro I posted a couple days ago. I'll link it below to fully understand the story. Asagao's ability is to stop time for up to six seconds.)

Three Part Intro (Broken up because the first ch is so long)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A03 Version Here:

Word count: 6k total

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Tapping his feet in already brewing annoyance, Chuuya pushed his phone closer to his ear as each ear grating ring pissed him off by the second. And honestly, by the third one he debated throwing the entire object into the wall next to him in a fit of frustration.

He knew that little mackerel was doing this on purpose, sending his calls to voicemail over and over again. That guy never had anything notable going on and he knew the boss was gonna have his ass if he didn’t get in contact with that little shit.

But fortunately, or rather unfortunately for him, the line picked up on the fifth ring only to hear that same happy go lucky, irritating sing-song tone he alway seemed to use.

He hated that sound more than anything, mostly because the ginger he was about to be made fun of. “Oh Chuuuuuya, what an impatient little dog you are, blowing up my phone like this. Can't get enough of me I see.”

Gritting his teeth to hold his outburst, Chuuya simply scoffed. “Shut up, it's your own damn fault for not picking up. I know you are doing it on purpose, you shitty little mackerel.”

The voice on the other hands only hummed though, obviously unbothered. “So rude, Chuuuya, assuming such things. I am actually very busy right now. Which is why your interruption is way less pleasant than usual. And that’s saying something, considering your presence is never pleasant.”

Chuuya knew better though. “Bullshit, you’re never busy. You’re probably just fucking around somewhere.”

Just then, he heard a fake ass gasp on the side of the phone only for Dazai to answer straightforwardly. “If you call “fucking around” me currently pinning down a beautiful woman then I suppose you're right about that. Isn’t that right, love?”

Almost immediately, the ginger felt bile work its way into his throat, shoving the feeling down before shouting back roughly. “Ah, you’re so fucking disgusting! I don’t wanna know about that shit.”

Oh my god, why did he have to bring up that kind of stuff?! The last thing he wanted to do was picture shitty stupid Dazai like that, especially with some nonamed whore or brain dead manipulated bitch.

That poor soul that was with him right now, the one Dazai just called love, he pitied her, whoever she was.

Forcing the idea from his mind, Chuuya then shook his head before adding. “Listen, the boss gave us another mission in a couple days and I wanna make sure you don’t try to ditch again or else I’m gonna kill you for real, got that?!”

He knew the kid’s pattern after all, Chuuya knew how flighty and unreliable that stupid mackerel really was and he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to get dragged into that again. The first time he flaked was bad enough.

But as expected, Dazai didn’t sound serious, he didn’t even sound remotely interested in his threats as the boy simply waved the question away. “Don’t worry slug, I’ll be there. Can’t have my dog getting lonely, now can I?”

At that name, Chuuya felt his anger spike, the boy unable to stop his outburst. What was his damn problem?! “You fuckin…I’m not a dog!!’

Dazai’s voice only came back confused though, his voice just as annoying, cheerful and mocking as usual. “How strange, all I can hear is woof woof woof so I’m gonna hang up now! See ya, Chibi.”

And just like that, the line turned dead, causing the ginger’s eye to twitch before tightening his hold on his phone before giving into the impulse and throwing the object against the wall next to him.

Watching the phone shatter to prices before his eyes, Chuuya then shook his head before grumbling out his frustrations to absolutely no one.

“I’m gonna kill him..”

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Closing his flip phone absentmindedly, Dazai simply smiled to himself before placing the object back into his pants pocket only to hear the voice underneath him speak out hopefully. “Was that Chuuya?”

The boy only shook his head though, pushing his foot further into the speakers chest in order to shove his enemy further into the ground roughly. “Don’t sound so happy about it. That slug shouldn’t gain such a reaction.”

His opponent only put her hands out in defense though, turning her head curiously to the side with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I��m just curious, that’s all.”

Dazai expected that kind of response though, his eyes moving up in order to glance around the familiar port mafia owned warehouse that they had spent the last hour or so before she spoke again.

And this time, it was far more pushy than before. “Sooo, what did he say?”

Already feeling his lips twist into a bitter smirk, Dazai’s foot then pushed deeper into her chest, exulting double the amount of force in order for her to stop speaking. “Those aren’t the kinds of things you should be worried about, Asa-chan, considering the position you're in right now..”

Which was something that Asagao seemed to be missing in her tiny little brain considering he was currently pinning her down to the dirty and dusty warehouse floor by his foot. He clearly had the upper hand here so there was no reason for her to speak so casually.

That, and the fact that she was asking about Chuuya of all people in this sort of dangerous position caused Dazai’s sick and twisted port mafia heart to darken with malice. He was the one she was supposed to be focusing on, not that glorified hat rack.

She was at the mercy of the demon prodigy and she was acting like they were talking about the weather. He wanted her to regret ever asking about that hat rack in the first place, to apologize between his fingers for not taking his presence seriously and speaking of another so foolishly.

Then to prove his point, the boy reached into his pocket before taking out his gun in order to point the barrel straight at her head with silent warning.

It was a move that would make any one shutter and cower immediately. In fact, it was something he used a million times before to intimate each and everyone of his enemies.

But he had already learned that Asagao didn’t play by the rules of his other opponents.

Turning her head in confusion, the girl simply looked at the foot that was constricting her breathing before returning to the demon with a gentle smile of unbothered idiocy. “Oh, I’m not worried.”

And for a moment, Dazai paused, playing her game. “And why’s that, love?”

He wanted to see what she’d say, how she would justify her calm and collected behavior even though she was staring down the barrel of his gun. Yes, Asagao had outwardly said that she wasn’t afraid of dying by his hand but she wasn’t even trying to get out of it.

And he knew she could, he knew that the hellhound could fight back him if she so chose, so the fact that she was allowing Dazai to pin her down like this was interesting to say the least.

This girl, she was seconds from death and still her eyes held not one bit of urgency.

A moment later, Asagao spoke, her voice full of nostalgic memory as she reached forward in order to pull the barrel closer to her chest. “Because this is how we met, remember?”

Almost immediately, Dazai’s mind seemed to snap back to their first encounter almost an entire year ago. Huh, she was right. They had been in this position before, hadn’t they?

Back when the boy was drowning in his grief, back when he found an intruder in his friend's old place and threatened them in the same exact manner.

If only he knew how utterly life changing that little meeting had been, what kind of storm erupted from the moment he tore that hoodie off her head and looked into her Odasaku eyes.

And it was the same now, the boy looking down at her glasses free expression in order to catalog and trace the iris silently to himself. He seemed to do that a lot lately, getting lost in the emptiness as it swallowed him whole each and every time.

He was grateful for it also, knowing that the dullness of her eyes was way more welcoming then the darkness of his own soul, that by having her here he had switched the method of his demise.

Yes, drowning in Asagao was much more tolerant than drowning in his grief.

A sweeter way to die indeed, a more pleasant experience than what he ever deserved, and yet Dazai couldn’t stop himself from staring even so.

So much so, Dazai felt his lips twist upwards in familiar memory before his finger carefully cocked the gun with a dark chuckle. “Oops. You’re right, how silly of me. Let’s continue where we left off then, hmm?”

Then without a second thought, the executive pulled the trigger as a loud shot echoed through the warehouse. And most people would’ve been horrified by such a reaction, they would have regretted aiming at something he just so clearly said that he admired.

But you see, Dazai didn’t underestimate his girlfriend, not one bit.

Casually putting his hand down on his side, the mafioso then smirked to himself before turning around only to find his enemy a couple feet away, her hands on her hips. “Damn, you really tried to shoot me. I’m surprised and a little impressed, demon prodigy.”

Dazai only shrugged his shoulders though, unbothered. “Well, you told me to look at you as a threat, did you not, Asa-chan?”

It was conversation that was very prevalent in his mind, even today. Sure, the boy should’ve taken their fights easy, he should’ve sparred in a way that made sure Oda’s sister was safe but that wasn’t his style, and neither was hers.

No, Dazai treated her like a real threat, just like she deserved, he trusted that she was smart enough to anticipate his moves and counteract, like just right now.

And the fact that she had done just that also proved his theory that she could’ve gotten out his hold at any time.

What a sneaky shady little hellhound she was. He was onto her big time.

Then as if to prove his internal analysis, he watched Asagao’s face twist into that same twisted, psychotic and giddy smile that enticed him time and time again before watching her fingers twitch in unkept adrenaline just by that simple phrase.

And Dazai would never understand the power his acknowledgment had on her. That just by giving her his entire strength she was already antsy to match it. The hellhound training that had been embedded into her since she was a child, it coated and clouded every other single thought in her brain.

Pushing her fingers up to the ponytail that held her unruly crimson mane in place, Asagao then chuckled darkly before practically ripping the restraint in order to let her hair free.

And with that simple move, she had also ripped down the chains that held the monstrous creature beneath the surface, unafraid of the response it would give. “Oh Samu, you know just how to rile a girl up, don’t you? You’re right about that one, I am a threat. Now allow me to live up to your potential of me and show you how..”

And Dazai loved it, he loved that crazed beast-like look more than anything, his stance grounding itself immediately only to find that his enemy had disappeared in front of his eyes. Ah, she was using her time stopping ability. How cute.

Turning the safety off his gun, the boy then narrowed his eyes before sensing a change of wind to the right in order to let off three more shots just as Asagao reappeared millimeters from his face.

She seemed to register the bullets just in time, her body rolling to the ground in order to just miss the dangerous attacks as Dazai smirked in admiration.

And let’s be honest, should he have been pointing that gun at her like this? No. Should he have been directing his shots with the intent to kill. Also no. It was insanely risky and if she was even second too late then he would have the blood of another Oda on his hands.

Which was something the boy wrestled with internally but it seemed like his port mafia blood craved the opposite, to see just what amazing and enticing ways she could get out each deadly situation he threw at her.

And that desire, that allure was stronger than his fear to keep her locked away forever. No, she had a power, and it was too enticing to ignore, especially for the twisted mafioso who was looking for something entertaining.

He was then taken out of his thoughts as a rough hand wrapped around the barrel of his gun in order to pull it forward without fear as Asagao smirked in victory.

It didn’t matter that the chamber was loaded, it didn’t matter that his fingers were on the trigger and any slight movement could cause the end of her life.

Asa’s grip remained firm, her leg barreling into his side in order for Dazai's muscles to jump and his finger to loosen from the trigger just as she pulled it into her line of sight.

And once the cool metal was in her hands, Dazai wondered what she’d do with it, his senses on high alert only to watch the girl simply empty out the chamber of bullets with one hand, the quiet clinking of metal catching his attention immediately.

How dare she, she had the shot and didn’t take it.

Unsatisfied by her actions, the mafioso then darkened before the boy predicted her next strike in order to grab onto her fist roughly and twist it unnaturally behind her back with a huff.

No, she needed to know that she wasn’t as sly as she thought. That he was onto her little game. “Since you’re all riled up, does that mean you’ll stop holding back now too?”

He wondered how she would react to that, if she would lie about his little discovery or own up to her hypocrisy wholeheartedly? Either could be possible, considering she hadn’t disclosed to him outwardly about her watered down battles.

Asagao told him herself back in Bar Lupin that she was a prodigy just like him, that she could murder like a high level assassin and kill with the quickest of hands.

But if that was true then why hadn’t she tried that with him yet? Why hadn’t Asa displayed intent to kill with Dazai if she was so strongly in favor for believable fights?

It didn’t make sense, and he wanted to know why.

And for a moment, she felt her body still underneath his rough touch, as if she really had to think about his words. He seemed to have broken into something personal for her.

Interesting, she wasn’t denying it. But hold on, was she saying that he couldn’t handle her full hellhound side? That he was some kind of fragile little boy who wouldn't stand a chance? Did she forget that he was in the mafia, the youngest executive in the history of the organization?

She didn’t need to worry about such a thing, besides if that was the result Dazai knew he wouldn’t have opposed. So instead, he coaxed her some more. “Come on, Asa-channn. You’re no fair. I wanna die, remember?”

But even still, Asagao didn’t seem convinced, her body unmoving and eyes closing before he felt her physically shiver underneath his touch, almost like she was reliving some kind of unpleasant memory.

Something scared her, enough to cause such a visceral reaction.

Then Dazai watched as Asagao’s head slumped down into herself, her voice strained and bitter, a tone that the boy had never heard from her before. “I don’t kill anymore, I don’t want to be that person again..

Those words, they felt big, like a massive weight had just fallen on both of their shoulders. But why? What did they mean? What kind of person was she when she killed? What was she like when she truly allowed the hellhound side to fully overtake her? He wanted to ask her.

Yet before he could process that sentence, Asa used his apprehension in order to kick his shin and shift her body around, grabbing onto his forearm before flipping the skinny thin boy backwards over her shoulder.

Feeling his body slam against the ground, the girl then moved on top of him, reversing their previous position with a wave of her finger. “Besides that would be a pretty painful way to go, don’t you think?.”

His entire head began to spin instantly, both from the hit and from her change in attitude. Now she was happy, playful and just as carefree as before. There was no sign of that bitter suffocation that he had heard at all.

Which meant only one thing, she was covering it up.

But to be completely honest, every single thought he had seemed to drown out completely as he looked up at the towering force above him.

Her long messy hair was blanketed over her, shielding the two of them in a cave of her own design as she stared down with that same alluring dead eyed stare that he had admired before.

And not only that, the dim, dingy warehouse lights behind her seemed to melt around her head, bathing her in an ethereal light of some kind, something that made the boy’s heart flip unexpectedly and without warning.

God, she looked like an angel like this, so perfect, so heavenly.

Yet whether she resembled an angel of life or death was to be decided. Perhaps this was a sign from some unknown force, telling him that Oda Asagao would either be the beginning or the end of him.

Perhaps she would be the last thing he would see before leaving this world peacefully or perhaps she would carry him to the afterlife and into the pits of hell with her siren song and her dangerous words. He didn’t know.

He was playing with fire after all, selfish by staying by her side even though he shouldn’t have been allowed to. He was clouding her white light, binding her wings and making her fall to meet his level just because he couldn’t bear to be lonely.

How cruel he truly was, to not have the heart to set her free. It was too late now, the demon and the fallen angel, their fates had been sealed whether he liked it or not.

Reaching his fingers up, Dazai then ghosted across a strand of her falling hair before turning his head in curiosity. “Touché. Well, since you know so much let me ask you, love. What do you think is the most beautiful way to die?”

He wanted to know her answer, more than anyone before. Because he knew that she would answer honestly. She wouldn’t brush it off or disregard the meaning like everyone else.

Dying was a touchy subject it seemed, because although the boy craved it more than anything, it seemed whenever he brought up his little sad goal, no one ever gave him the answer he was looking for.

He didn’t want to be comforted or to hear that there was no beautiful way of death. No, he wanted perspective, real and true perspective. To see what constituted beauty for others, what that meant in terms of what he was searching for.

Because as much as he wished for peace and beauty in death, the boy didn’t know exactly what that meant. How strange it always was, searching for something so desperately even though he didn’t know the true extent of the meaning.

Waiting with bated breath, Dazai allowed her to silently think before the girl put a finger with a quiet and pensive hum. ““Hmmm, that’s a tough one..”

Then she closed her eyes before her lips curved into a confident beam of light. “I guess I would have to say a lovers suicide!”

And that light was blinding, mixing in with the makeshift halo behind her in order for Dazai to turn his head in confusion.He had never thought about that before. Hell, he didn’t even know the term. How curious. “Lovers suicide?”

Nodding to herself, Asa then lifted her pinky finger out in explanation. “Yeah, like a double suicide, you know? Because even if you deemed that the world was awful, you would still have to admit that there was at least one person that made the experience worth it, enough to want to follow them all the way to the afterlife.”

Then to prove her point, the girl simply reached down before interlocked Dazai’s pinky finger with her own, a small smile of her lips as the boy gazed at the sight in awestruck wonder.

Of course she would say something like that. Only Asagao could answer a question about death so hopefully and tragically captivating. Her desire to see the good, to twist the narrative into a positive one, they were extremely prevalent here.

But for once, Dazai didn’t mind it, he liked the idea of having someone to die with. The thought had never crossed his mind before, to have someone to treasure you enough to want to follow you until the very end. It sounded nice. Almost beautiful even, just like he wanted.

Testing out the words on his tongue, the boy whispered. “A double suicide..”

Nodding once, Asa pulled their interlocked pinkies towards her heart in reply. “Yeah! It’s romantically tragic in its own right, don’t you think?”

It was, it really was. In fact, it was so tragically perfect that Dazai knew he would’ve never had thought of such a thing himself. Simply because he wouldn't have allowed himself to think of something so nice and positive.

But now that it was spoken into the world, it couldn’t be forgotten. “I’ve never thought about that before. Do you really think someone would want to do that with me?”

Could it be, could someone really dedicate themselves to him to that extent, enough to give up everything, to walk hand and hand with him to the end of the line? No, that was impossible, no one wanted him, especially in that way.

Asa only shrugged her shoulders though. “You never know! Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

Then all at once, clarity seemed to flash in his eyes. “You’re right..”

That’s it, he just had to ask every woman he saw, then maybe one day he’d get lucky.

Reaching forward, Dazai then shifted his hands in order to grasp onto her wrist before meeting her eyes with a hopeful smile. “Hey Asa-chan! Do you wanna..”

Yet Asagao seemed to already know where he was going with his question, her hand immediately unlatching from his in order to playfully shove her palm into his face and push him back onto the ground. “Sorry Osu, I would do a lot of things for you but killing myself won’t bring me closer to my brother. The only death I’ll accept is one by your hand.”

Damn it, she had said that before, hadn’t she? Ah well, worth a shot.

Throwing his arms out with a child-ish whine, Dazai then pouted his lips at the rejection. “Boo, you give me such a good idea and then turn me down? That’s not very nice. I’m sad now.”

Asagao only laughed though, her tiny giggles taking up the space of his question before pointing a finger out in an offer of her own. “Well, we can’t have that. Oh, I know. How about we stop by the shop on the way home and I’ll buy you some canned crab to make up for it?”

And although it wasn’t what he wanted, her offer enticed him just as much, the boy’s eyes sparkling with pure joy in order to nod his head excitedly.

“Deal!”

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Stepping through the door of Odasaku’s apartment, Asagao happily turned on the light, the plastic bag full of canned crab clinking together as she moved, only for Dazai to quickly take off his black mafia jacket and throw it on the ground.

And in the past couple weeks of them reuniting, the girl noticed Osamu's childish traits more and more, an action that made her strangely happy. Sure, she still wasn’t sure if he was being completely authentic but she couldn't deny that he at least looked more free when he did them.

In fact, their relationship had grown exponentially since the night Asa cared for him and took off his bandages. She was worried that by pushing that much she would’ve scared him away but it seemed to be the opposite, and for that she was grateful.

Now he came over whenever he pleased, without excuse, and without worry. She would make sure he ate and they would watch TV together and sometimes they would go out to spar like tonight. If anything, the two had definitely moved past the term strangers and into more of a friendship based relationship.

They understood each other, most of the time without words, and that was refreshing to both of them, considering no one else could do such an impossible thing. They were alike and yet so different depending on the circumstance. It was almost fascinating to think about.

She had never had that before, someone that understood so much with so little.

And where most people would call it invasive, Asagao saw his nosey and deductive attitude as a marvel. Although, she wasn’t sure if he felt the same way, considering she stepped out of boundaries before.

But those days seemed long gone as the girl turned back to Osamu only to pause when she noticed discolored tan stains on the bandages around his arms. Well, that was weird.

Reaching her hand up, Asagao then lightly touched his forearm, careful to keep her touch on the gauze as she inspected the source. “What is this?”

Although all she received was a boy-ish smile, filled with fake innocence. “Coffee?”

Almost immediately, something about his sentence seemed off, causing Asa to cock an eye with suspicion. “I didn’t even know you drank coffee..”

Then all at once, the boy nodded his head erratically, his lips moving at a mile a minute in order to give an over the top laugh. “Oh, yeah! I love it, I can’t get enough of it. That’s why I spilled some on me this morning. Oops, I’m so clumsy, aren’t I? Didn’t even notice it till now.”

Pouting his lips all at once, Dazai then whined to himself dramatically. “But now that you mention it, it feels really gross, like super uncomfortable. Asa-chan, you gotta save me! I don't know how I can go on like this..!”

His story was strange, considering she had never heard him speak about liking coffee before, nor did he ever choose that as his drink of choice. Usually it was just whiskey and any other alcohol he could get his hands on.

And what Asagao didn’t know was that she was completely right. In fact, Dazai had never touched the stuff before this morning. He didn’t love coffee, but the reason he had bathed himself in it was purposeful.

You see, ever since the first night Asagao changed his bandages, Dazai couldn’t get enough. He wanted that feeling back, the one that made him feel so safe and cared for. He couldn’t get it out of his head, and trust me, he had tried.

Which led him to taking matters into his own hands, aka finding ways to dirty his bandages so that he would have an excuse to give Asagao the next time he saw her.

At first it started with blood, making sure to purposely hurt his enemies in the most messy way possible in order to soil the white gauze, but then it moved to other things such as alcohol, and rolling around in dirt or dunking himself in nearby rivers.

And today’s plan involved coffee. He had gotten the idea when he saw one of his subordinates walk around the corner with one. So naturally, he ordered the guy to give it up in order to pour the lukewarm liquid on his arms with delightful glee.

Anything to get Asa to touch him like that again, to feel so important and special again. Was it underhanded? Possibly, but the boy knew he couldn’t just come out and ask for such an embarrassing thing.

Staying silent for a moment, he then watched as Asagao seemed to turn his wrist, examining the sight before she let him go with a smile. “I’ll go get the bandages. Meet you on the couch.”

And just like that, he had won yet again, causing the boy to practically skip to the plush cushions of the sofa, unable to hide his delight in song as he watched her go into Oda’s bedroom to receive the first aid kit. “Yay! Asa-chan is gonna help me, she’s gonna help me, yeah! Asa-chan is the best, she’s the very best, yeah!”

Once she turned the corner though, Asagao couldn’t help but close her eyes, already sensing his deceptive demeanor. No one spilled things that clumsily, especially Dazai. Which meant that it was for a purpose.

But because his actions didn’t seem self destructive, the girl chose to ignore them. It’s not like she minded changing out his bandages time and time again. In fact, she loved doing it, it made her feel closer to him.

Returning to the sofa, Asagao then placed herself beside him before placing the gauze on the table only for Dazai to immediately loosen his port mafia tie from his neck with one hand. “Lean closer, darling.”

So she did, the girl pushed her head closer to him so that he could slip off her glasses before unraveling the tie as she averted her gaze from his in silent wait.

Back in the warehouse she may have been able to look at him without her blurry barriers but now that she wasn’t distracted by the fight everything seemed way harder. She still couldn’t look at him head on like this, no matter how much she tried.

Dazai didn’t seem to mind though, his fingers only focused on securing the black tie around her eyes and into a firm knot as Asagao felt herself let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

So much better.

Then once her view was obstructed, Dazai couldn’t help but soften at the sight of her instant compliance each and every time.

He loved how she never protested to such a strange request, how she never judged him for not being able to do this without the blindfold. No, she knew that he needed this to continue and Dazai was grateful for that.

Once it was done, Asagao moved her fingers towards the coffee stained coverings before slowly undoing each bind as Dazai felt his breath hitch inside his throat at the emotionally intimate contact.

And even though they had done this exchange about a dozen times, each one felt like the very first. It never got easier, it never made his ears stop ringing and his skin stop shivering.

But like some psychotic masochistic man, Dazai never pulled away, his eyes always entranced with her careful and respectful moves, each calculated, each with a certain intent.

He didn’t think he’d ever get sick of it, the way she cherished him.

Because as scary as it was, her gentle non judgemental fingers gave him a sense of calm along with the chaos. They terrified him and yet they always soothed him in every kind of mitch matched way.

They reached down to the deepest part of his soul, the one he didn’t know existed and embraced it in a warm and welcoming hug. And though the warmth was uncomfortable and foreign, he didn’t outright hate it anymore.

In fact it was quite the opposite, the boy wanted to run to it, he wanted to jump head first into that dangerous and vulnerable place and never return. He was addicted in every possible way, addicted to the idea of being held by her forever.

This was all her fault, how could she? Making him experience such a life changing feeling, he knew this would happen, he knew he wouldn’t have been able to resist this once he had it. How dare she, how dare she make him feel such weak and fragile emotions again.

How dare she coax him into thinking he deserved such a wonderful experience like this?

Those thoughts made him want to be protected by her hands forever, and with the low murmur of the TV in the background and the sickeningly sweet sound of Asagao’s hum to break through the noise, Osamu did feel exactly that.

Protected.

Slowly and without words, Asagao then hummed to herself in order to wrap the fresh clean bandages around his arms before securing the sight and pulling down her blindfold. “Do you feel better now?”

He simply nodded, still in a daze as Asagao smiled softly in return before replacing her glasses. “Good, I’m glad.”

A soft silence appeared then as the two kids allowed it to fill the room in order to turn their attention to the screen that was playing the latest anime episode of the show that they had been interested in lately.

This was nice, just being with him, relaxing without a care in the world. It made the foreign walls of her brother’s apartment feel more personal and belonging. Hopefully it was the same for Osamu also.

Just then, the sounds from the TV snapped her back to reality, watching as the the main character clapped excitedly as the room around her revealed her friends and family, all of them wishing her a happy birthday in joyish surprise. Aw, how cute. They planned all that out for her.

The sight couldn’t help make Asagao pause though, realizing something almost immediately. “Hey, Samu. Now that I think about it, when is your birthday? My brother never said in his letters and I’ve always been curious.”

Yet that’s when she watched Dazai pause, his voice rather dead and monotone, as if he was mentally waving the question away. “Oh, it was five months ago.”

Feeling her face fell in horror, Asa shook her head in denial. “W-Wait..I missed it..?”

No, that couldn’t be. That meant that during the time they were apart he celebrated his birthday by himself? How sad. No one even knew and he just let it pass like nothing, didn’t he?

Wait. That meant that Dazai was now sixteen, didn't it? She didn’t even realize.

It didn’t matter that he never mentioned it until now, how could possibly let such a thing pass so quietly without a word? Now she felt awful. “Oh no, I’m so sorry Samu! What kind of fake girlfriend am I? I didn’t even say happy birthday to you. What is wrong with me, I should've asked sooner, I should’ve..”

Yet the boy only cut her off though, his tone clearly dismissive. “Don’t worry about it. Celebrating life is stupid anyways.”

But how could she not worry about it? That was an impossible task, one that she knew she couldn't complete “B-But..I..”

Dazai only pushed a finger to her lips though, stopping any sense of self hatred she was about to utter before shaking his head.“I already said don’t worry your pretty little head, love. Now, stop that frown or else you’ll turn ugly like Chuuya.”

Then the boy simply smiled before flopping his head onto her lap comfortably in order to turn towards the TV and ignore the conversation completely. “Now, shush, pillows aren’t supposed to be noisy.”

And when the air turned silent once more, it was far more solemn as Asagao absently moved her hand to his hair with an unsatisfied sigh.

But for Dazai, the topic had already left his mind as the soothing feeling of her hand on his hair caused his eyes to grow heavier and heavier with bliss, immediately getting lost in the soft caresses and lulling touch.

How could he think about anything when her magic had already utterly captivated him?

Feeling Osamu’s head sink further into the safety of her lap, Asagao felt her eyes soften at the sleeping boy before thinking back to her previous question.

And though Dazai seemed to forget about it, she could not, his sad little words consuming her mind all at once.

Celebrating life is stupid anyways

Closing her eyes with dissatisfaction, Asagao then shook her head, not liking the implications of his words as she wished to change them even so.

And she would change them, she had to.

“But it’s not just any life, it’s your life. ”

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fearecia · 12 days

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Putting this in a pinned post to make it easy to find/share. We all know how Tumblr is about things (and to be fair, I'm terrible and inconsistent as hell with tags).

Link to the "shoulder release" document:

Notes about this guide:

This is a WIP, and still very much in the rough draft phase. Please forgive typos/errors. I literally haven't done a single edit yet.

The document focuses on releasing shoulders as a way to treat neck tension and migraines. Seriously, just trust me. It helps.

Carpal tunnel? Tennis elbow? Golfer's elbow? AC (acromioclavicular) joint injury? Rotator cuff problems? Tight upper back? Sporadic numbness in your arm? Seriously, just try the muscles already listed. You'll likely find at least some relief. Like, if it involves the upper body, release your shoulders.

I've done my best to make this able to be understood by people without massage training. So if it seems like it's covering really "obvious" info, that's intentional. Just skip the section if you already know things.

A lot of massage therapists may balk at me telling you to dig around in your own armpit. We're taught in school to avoid the area. Why? Because there's a crap ton of nerves and blood vessels there. *Which is precisely why releasing this area is so powerful.* There's also a ton of muscle (on yes, basically everybody) here that will protect all those structures. It's honestly really safe so long as you stick to "In pain, refrain!" And read the other rules too.

90% of the time, the culprit is one of the four muscles listed (or any combination of them). If you are someone who exercises a lot/does yoga/is otherwise pretty physically active, you are more likely to fall into the 10% of people who will have their issue somewhere else/it will just be really hard to find. So bear that in mind.

Sadly, this sort of thing will probably never be a "one and done" type of deal. Most of the things we do every day steadily build up to cause problems, and you have to constantly work to undo that entropy. So save these notes for future you.

And just in case you want to know what the hell qualifies me to make this sort of document, here are my "quals."

My first career attempt was nursing. While this did not go well (doctors don't really appreciate autistic students willing to question their authority) I learned a shit ton about the body. I became a student teacher for the anatomy and physiology class because I was so good at it (and that professor used to teach the pre-med students). A&P is now literally one of my special interests.

8 years as a licensed massage therapist focused exclusively on injury therapy. I studied Rolfing techniques, and primarily used trigger point therapy, structural integration, and myofascial release as my tools. Clients liked to joke that going to see me was like seeing the physical therapist (they weren't wrong).

Some of the stuff I share is literally self taught through "following the tension" in clients bodies. Like, I developed some of my protocols. And then practiced and refined them over 100s of bodies. The goal was always the most efficient and least painful way to achieve lasting release.

I eventually destroyed my shoulder doing massage (which was injured long before this career due to an AC joint sprain gotten when I was 20). Bonus, this means I'm *very* practiced at releasing my own shoulders.

I'm now a mechanical engineer, which just means I now have the engineering knowledge to understand to the force transferrence patterns I saw in clients all the time. Kinesiology is the same thing as statics and dynamics.

Hopefully that helps put perspective into things. I'll update this post as new versions of the document come out. I have a ton on my plate right now (who am I joking; I always have a ton on my plate), so please be patient waiting for updates.

#massage #active release techniques #shoulder release #migraine treatment #self massage #trigger point therapy

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issuesdolly · 2 months

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Jonathan Davis DIRTY Camping trip with You

#jonathandavis #jonathan davis #korn #jon davis #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #edging #degredationkink #degredation #jondavis #degredationkink #exhibition #publicsex #exhibitionkink #edging #edginganddenial

Warning 18+ sex, exhibition, edging and denial... but also romantic lol

Summary: You are Jonathan's girlfriend and the two of you hop in his deluxe RV on his days off to go out into nature together, which you both love. You plan on having lots of romantic time and sex but things keep interrupting. You decide to get a bit of revenge and tease, edge, frustrate Jonathan after he sexually frustrated you. It winds up being a very hot trip.

*Side note, I have a TikTok where I make a lot of Jonathan Davis thirst traps/edits, if y'all are interested. (Apologies if that isn't allowed, new to Tumblr, I'll remove my links if that's not permitted). Example vid:

My TikTok:

Story:

You and Jonathan had been taking turns at the wheel all day. There were many cans of Monster energy on the RV dashboard. He'd promised you just you and him out in nature in your RV. The two of you love getting away into the country and rotate camping in a tent with time in the RV and sightseeing. Although one of the biggest getaway highlights is the amazing sex the two of you like to have in nature with no one looking. Both of you get off on public sex but it's definitely not a risk he can take anywhere except somewhere very remote. Your pussy has been wet all day thinking of all the hot sex you can do in various places, whether it's the comfort of the RV with a beautiful view, in the deluxe tent, or somewhere random out in nature like two animals. You love when he gets playful and chases you down in the woods, pinning you against a tree or taking you in some gorgeous location. You love how loud the two of you can be and it's the only sound around. You've been picturing it all day.

However, for Jonathan, the day has been long as hell. He just got off touring and he's only managed to sleep a few hours in the last couple of days and now you and he have been driving to the campsite all day and didn't arrive until long after dark. Jon is beat. When the two of you arrive, you eat a quick dinner in the RV and Jonathan takes off his shirt and pants and crawls into bed in just his boxers. You love watching him undress. No matter how often you see it, it never gets old. You put your nightgown on but decide to take your panties off as a suggestion as you crawl into bed with him. He's rubbing his eyes and making sleepy, groaning noises. You crawl on top of him and straddle his lap as you pull the covers over the two of you and start gently kissing his forehead, cheeks and lips tenderly.

"Oh baby, I'm so happy to finally just be with you. You feel so good," Jonathan said.

The two of you start slowly, tenderly making out in bed. YOu start slow, knowing he's very tired and if you guys have sex, you'll definitely need to do more of the work. You start slowly grinding your crotch into his lap with your legs spread across it while hunched down giving him kisses. He puts his big hands on your thighs and holds them while kissing you and sleepily moaning in pleasure. Through his boxers, he realizes you aren't wearing panties as he can already feel the front of his boxers getting wet from the liquid coming out of you in anticipation of fucking him. His cock starts instinctively firming up. He's wearing boxers with a little flap so you reach your small hand in and start rubbing and teasing his cock with just a few fingers inside his boxers. He kisses you harder and begins moaning. His cock isn't getting very hard though. He reluctantly stops you by gently taking your hand and stopping you from touching his dick.

"Baby. I'm really sorry....REALLY sorry, but I have basically not slept in weeks... like not more than a few hours here and there. My head is killing me, I'm like... feeling half dead right now" Jonathan says apologetically.

You reluctantly stop and remove your hand. "Are you sure? Seems like.... some of you wants it? I can just make it quick.... I'd love to just sit on top," you suggest, half begging at this point.

"My cock ALWAYS wants you. Fuck. I could be on my deathbed and still get hard for you sweetheart. But I really don't feel good right now honestly. I'm so sorry, " he said slowly planting kisses on your cheeks and forehead. "If I get any rest, I guarantee I'll want to tomorrow. I swear," Jonathan continued.

Disappointed, you hopped off of him and curled up next to him. You loved him. You understood it was bad timing. Your pussy was soaked and you were frustrated though. He was asleep in minutes, lightly snoring while his arms were wrapped around your waist, spooning you. You thought of bringing yourself off but you were actually really annoyed and didn't feel like trying to have an orgasm now either. You quickly realized how tired you were also and managed to fall asleep.

The first thing you felt when you woke up was a hand between your legs, sliding up your thighs and slowly rubbing your naked pussy, since you'd gone to sleep without panties on. You opened your eyes to see Jon in bed next to you very close, waiting for your eyes to open. This was the best wake up call ever. "Fuck... good morning to you too!" you said playfully. The two of you began tenderly kissing as he rubbed his thumb against your clit.

"I got some rest baby, and I woke up so hard for you," Jonathan said in a soothing, whisper voice. Your pussy quivered in anticipation. Morning sex with him was always amazing. He'd wake with morning wood and he would share his rock hard dick with you slowly and awesomely as the two of you had sleepy sex and let the adrenaline gradually wake you up together. He wasted no time taking his boxers off, revealing his very hard dick and hopping on top of you. You spread your legs wide for him and invited him in. He put his hand on his dick and aimed it at your pussy, slowly sliding it in while crawling on top of you. You shut your eyes in immense pleasure and moaned as he started missionary fucking you and tenderly resting his arms above you, one placed behind your neck, holding you in place and squishing you against the mattress and pillows. You wrapped your legs around his back as he started taking slow, deep pumps inside you.

Your pussy was getting wet SO fast. The two of you began moaning together, more and more loudly. It had been several days since you had cum with him and you knew this was going to feel so good. His cock was already twitching but you knew he would pace himself and make it last. Make you feel really good. Your legs fell turther apart as he kept satisfying you with his dick. He began licking and love biting your ears and necks while making more aggressive, longer pumps into you. You moaned louder as he started pumping deeper and deeper, rotating pumping with just pressing his cock deep inside you and holding it there. He loved to tease you like that. Stop pumping for a second and just push his dick in deep and let your pussy squeeze and throb around it, begging for more. Your pussy was soaked by now and you squeezed your muscles around his hard dick while he was deep in you. "AHHHHHH,..... mmmmmfffff.... baby. You're so fucking tight. GOD. I want you to cum first but you're gonna make me fucking lose it," Jonathan whispered in a whiny tone. He started pumping faster.

Just then his damn cell phone rang. It was right next to the two of you in bed. You bucked your hips against him as your way of saying "DON'T TAKE THE DAMN CALL." Jonathan did look at the caller ID though... and immediately made a sour face. "FUCK. It's my management team......" You were immediately livid. "DON'T TAKE IT! Call them fucking back!" you said while pulling his neck and trying to get his attention. "Ummm.... I think I know what this is about" Jonathan said, wincing and shaking his head. Jonathan reluctantly pulled out of you, leaving you hanging and begging. He answered the called.

"Hello?" Jonathan said shyly with his voice breaking.

You immediately heard yelling on the other end.

"I..... I know.. I mean.... I know now... I'm really sorry. I fucking forgot... I---"

You could hear the caller cutting him off and giving him instructions.

"Ok.... fuck! Ok fine. But.... nothing else for the rest of the day you fucking swear?" Jonathan growled.

"Ok... fair enough. Fuck!" he said while hanging up.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" you said.

Jonathan looked at you with a heartbroken expression. "I fucking forgot I had one phone interviewed scheduled this morning. The media station is gonna call me for a phone interview in like... 15 minutes, I have to do this press thing. It's a contract obligation. I'm so so fucking sorry" Jonathan said in an extremely apologetic voice.

"I can't believe this," you said, throwing yourself back in bed feeling resigned. Jonathan caught his breath and put clothes on reluctantly.

"I promise you. Last thing. Then we have the rest of the day to ourselves. I can't apologize enough sweetheart.I hate it just as much as you do,"

You sat in bed, brooding while Jonathan did the phone interview. He fidgeted and played with his hair and rocked. No matter how much press he does, he still fights social awkwardness and hates it. He got off the phone and slumped back down into bed next to you.

He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "I'm so fucking sorry hun." You didn't want to dwell on it. You just wanted to hold him. The two of you faced each other and embraced in bed. You went to start making out with him in hopes to pick up where you left off. Jonathan reluctantly stopped you.

"I've got to be honest.... that pissed me off a lot.. that management shit. And that interview. They touched on subjects I'd already fucking told my manager to make sure they don't ask. I'm so angry right now.... I--- I don't think I can do this right now...." Jonathan said in a very upset tone.

You were so frustrated by now. You knew he loved you. Sadly this type of stuff happens too often. All your romantic and sexual moments can be interrupted and Jonathan is an emotional guy. If something bothers him, he can't give you all of him. And he doesn't like to make love to you unless he can give you all of him without his headspace being fucked up at the time.

However, your pussy was extremely needy and infuriated by now. Jonathan climbed out of bed and looked out the RV window.

"Looks like rain coming pretty soon," he said. "I wanna go for a walk and clear my head..... then maybe we can pick up where we left off," he said. The two of you awkwardly ate some breakfast and he got dressed in his warmer clothes. You had a devilish idea though. You were going to get him back. You knew it wasn't his fault... but at this point, you wanted to show him how it feels to get extremely turned on. He made your clit hard and left you hanging twice now. You are gonna make his dick hard and leave him begging.

While he wasn't looking you got dressed but no panties. Just leggings. Flimsy leggings. And your regular sweater and coat. The two of you stepped out of the RV together holding hands and starting on your walk. Jonathan was still apologizing and telling you sweet and loving things. He really hates his career and times and was trying to say he understands how upsetting it might be for you.

You were just quiet and nodding and reassuring him. But you still had your plan. The two of you stepped onto a footbridge trail that led to a remote gazebo that served as a bird watching camp/shelter out in the nature preserve the two of you parked in. Luckily no one else was parked in the RV lot and you didn't hear a single sound except birds and distant thunder. The two of you get to a railing and look over to see the view.

Jonathan was relaxing his mind and had his arms wrapped around you from behind. You savored the moment with him.... then slowly started pressing your ass more firmly up against his front as he stood behind you. "Ohhhh.... so ... I guess you're not mad at me anymore?" Jonathan said in a naughty, low tone. You didn't reply. His hands slid down your waist and slowly cradled your stomach, first above your sweater, then underneath it. You let out soft, teasing moans and then pressed your ass harder against his crotch. Jonathan moaned a bit in response, realizing how turned on he still was from this morning since he never got to cure his morning wood with you.

Jon slid his hands under your shirt and slowly caressed your tummy with his warm hands, which felt great given the cold day. You let all his body warmth warm you up. His hands went higher under your sweater as he started pressing you against the railing from behind, pressing his crotch harder against your ass. "Mmmmmm..... fuck..... are you saying we should get back to the RV and pick up where we left off or--?" Jon said, somewhat confused.

"Why don't you feel up my lower body, Jon?" you suggested in a devilish voice. Jonathan groaned and moved his hands off of your breasts, which he had been massaging under your shirt. He slid his hands down to your waist and then to the front of both of your thighs. You leaned back and moaned the sexiest moans you could to turn him on while lulling the back of your head against his chest as he stood behind you. His big, warm hands inched up your hips and towards your pussy, He pressed his fingers against your pussy through your thin, flimsy leggings. You moaned louder while nodding your head.

"Wait.... w---what are? Are you.... even wearing panties?" Jonathan said in a giddy tone with a silly laugh.

"Why don't you check?" you suggested in a quiet voice.

"Jonathan reached on hand behind you and slid a hand into your waistband, pulling your leggings back to reveal just your bare ass underneath.

"FUCK! Look at you......mmmmfff," Jon said, his voice shaking with arousal.

You pressed your ass hard against his crotch again as your leggings were still slid half off, letting half of your ass out of your pants and pressing hard against Jon's crotch. You reached behind you and grabbed his hips from behind, pulling it hard against your ass. He briefly lost his balance and pushed you further into the railing, his cock quickly firming back up.

The two of you had a sloppy, off balance moment where you both felt each other up and he reached his hand into your leggings and started caressing your ass and then your pussy before sliding a finger into it and finding it wet and ready for him.

"You dirty girl," Jonathan said in a naughty, scolding voice. "So.... you wanted me to fuck you out here hm?"

You didn't reply. You just grabbed the hand he had on your pussy and pushed his finger further in as he added a second and pushed it deeper into your pussy.

"Hmmmm??? mmmm" Jon groaned in frustration waiting for your answer. "Well???? " Jon said breathing hard. "Did you???? Did you plan this? You want me to fuck you right here? Cuz I will" Jonathan said in a deeper voice.

"Hmmmm, maybe," you said in a naughty, teasing tone.

Jonathan was getting so turned on at the thought of fucking you against this railing. It would be easy. He would just need to undo his zip, take his cock out, push it into your pussy from behind and cum." His dick was now extremely hard. He began to pull down your leggings.

"My naughty girl," Jonathan said in sexy, low voice. "You better hold on to this railing tight, you're gonna need it" Jon said in a dominating tone as he grabbed your hips and humped against you teasingly. Suddenly you decided you were gonna make him work for it. You slowly turned to face him. He was unbuckling his belt and undoing his zip and breathing hard and you could see the outline of his hard cock through his cargo pants.

"I don't know Jon.... you made me wait twice.... and I'm kinda cold. Kinda uncomfortable. Maybe we should just keep walking until we find a better place for it," you said in a naughty, teasing voice. Jon was breathless, staring up from his belt. "Seriously?" he said. "YEAH. Right here looks.. hmm.. a bit uncomfortable," you said (lying).

Jonathan moaned and whimpered in frustration. "FUCK baby.... but I'm so hard. How am I even gonna walk now?" he whined. "Hmmm just try your best. I think there's that gazebo up ahead," you said nonchalantly.

Some raindrops were starting to come down. "Maybe we should just rush back to the RV. I ---- I don't give a fuck about the walk anymore," Jonathan said in a pleeding tone. "NO! I'd like to see this gazebo," you said in a controlling tone. Jonathan groaned and followed you as your pace quickened and you felt him trailing behind you, knowing his dick was still hard, desperate to fuck you now.

You get to the gazebo and the rain has begun. It's quite bad. Within a few minutes it went from little raindrops to pouring rain and the two of you had already gotten a bit wet by the time you reached the shelter of the gazebo.

Jonathan looked at you shaking his head. "Well.... this sucks" Jon said. "If we went back to the RV, we would be warm and dry and I'd be inside you," Jon said while laughing in a mix of horniness and frustration.

"Guess we'll have to just wait out the rain for a little bit," you said. There was a bench and several window ledges inside the gazebo. Jon sat down on the bench with a resigned sigh and groan as he adjusted his dick through his cargos. You could see the outline and he was still hard. His legs were spread and he placed his hands on his forehead and threw his head back looking frustrated.

"I'm cold," you said. "Lets warm up together." You sat next to him on the benched and he sighed while putting his arm around you and holding you close to him. He was frustrated but still so flustered, it didn't take long before the two of you were cuddling and making out again, warming up and hearing the sound of the rain on the roof. You straddled his lap again and he needily reached his hands back under your sweater and up to your breasts. You pushed your tongue further into his mouth. You felt his cock firm up even more, pressing against his pants.

"God damnit" Jonathan complained. "I JUST WANT TO FUCK YOU!" he continued. "I know baby... I've wanted to fuck you too. All day yesterday. All day today," you cooed. Wordlessly you undid his zip, pulled his cock out of his boxers, and without warning, knelt down in front of him while he sat on the bench. You held his knees and locked eyes with him as you lowered your mouth onto his cock, first licking and caressing the tip, then pushing your mouth down against it.

"AHHHHHHhhh! AH FUCK!!! So--s-soooo fucking good!" Jon whined as he threw his head back. "Mmmmmffff.... baby. YES. I need it. Y---y.... please don't stop..... aggghhhhhh" he continued as he placed a hand on your head and started stroking your hair while watching you suck his needy cock. You kept at it for several minutes, listening to the pitch of his moans get higher and higher and increasingly desperate.

Then again, without warning, you stopped. You took your mouth away and left him hazy and confused, bucking the air. "Wh--what are you doing?" Jon said, truly confused by now. "Hmmm.. I don't know... what am I doing?" you said in a devilish tone. Jonathan begged, "just.... just sit back down on my dick. PLEASE. Sit on my lap. I need to cum so bad right now!" He went to grab your waist and pull your leggings down. You stopped him and took slow steps away.

"I don't know Jon... do you deserve to cum right now? I wanted to cum so bad earlier..... and I couldn't," you said, letting your eyes bore into his. Jon's demeanor changed as he sat on the bench, legs splayed, his hard cock still out of his pants. His gaze went from confused to knowing and his eyes darkened with realization and a bit of anger. "Ohhhhh..... so THAT'S what this is about," Jon said in an equally devlish tone. "I made you wait.... now you're gonna make me wait... hmm???"

You said nothing. Just smiled a really dirty smile and took more steps back. You leaned yourself against a ledge within the gazebo. Jon slowly stood up from the bench with his eyes locked on you, boring into you while smiling a very dark naughty smile and looking increasingly knowing now. He nodded his head slowly while smiling at you....."Well... I've got news for you. I'm not letting you leave this gazebo until I fucked you. Nice and hard. Just like you deserve for this...." Jon said. You smiled a dark smile back at him.

Without warning, Jon took rapid steps towards you and pushed you hard against the gazebo ledge. He opened your legs as he sat you on the ledge and pushed his face between your legs. He pulled the fabric of your flimsy leggings away from your crotch and bit into the fabric. It easily tore. You gasped. He pushed a finger into the hole in the fabric and while locking eyes with you and giving you a dark smirk, ripped it open at the crotch. Your pussy was now exposed through your leggings.

He leaned back up and grabbed your thighs nice and firm with both hands. His cock, which was still out of his pants, was now pressed right against your exposed pussy where Jon had ripped the fabric.

"Mmmmm? You want it? HMMMM? Speak up!" Jon said.

All you could do was moan. You LOVED it when Jon gets this aggressive.

Jon rammed his cock into you and you both let out huge, loud moans that echoed in the gazebo over the rain. Jon pounded into you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and dug your nails into his jacket as he fucked you nice and hard.

"Mmmmm .. GAHHH.. You... h-happy now?" Jon growled at you. All you could do was yelp and moan and love it. He took long, hard pumps deep into you while firmly gripping your hips. You leaned against him and bit is neck. "AHHHHhhhffuuuu.. You ---f---really wanna be punished!" Jon said, slamming even harder into you and throwing a hand up against the gazebo wall for balance. He bit your neck back... nice and firm. You moaned and yelped and your clit throbbed at the mix of feeling him finally taking you the way you wanted and knowing you were finally both going to cum. He pulled your shirt up and licked and bit your nipple as you continued to moan and get fucked hard. You clenched your pussy muscles around him and he let out a more feminine moan. He was seriously desperate to cum by now and you felt your orgasm coming fast too.

You both started scream-moaning and totally losing control, becoming animals as he pumped hard into you while squeezing and pinching your nipples. You bucked against him and could hear him slapping against you with each pound as they got faster.

"Mmmmm ! Fuuuu....naughty fuckin---- I'm gonna fuckin fill you so-s,..." Jon was losing control now. You tightened your pussy around in as your clit starts throbbing. You couldn't even handle it anymore.... he felt so good and you loved watching him totally lose control when he was trying to be dominating. Your orgasm hit you fast, you had wanted and needed it so bad for so long. Your pussy clenched around him and your pussy throbbed with a delicious release. "Auhhgggh! MMFFF!!" Jon growled as he felt you cum. His throbbing cock shoved hard into you one more time and he froze as he held onto you as tightly as he could, releasing his cum deep inside you. You felt it up in your cervix. He definitely fucked you really hard. You had made him so frustrated. You knew you were going to be a bit sore for the rest of the day but it was WELL worth it. Jon continued to moan and yell as he came for you, pumping spurts inside you while letting out growls as his frustration melted away into profound relief.

Jon kept growling as he slowly released his grip on you and lost his breath, whimpering against your shoulder. The two of you really love each other... you don't "hatefuck" but you will definitely "punish" each other from time to time. You LOVE when he "punishes" you for various reasons. This was definitely one of those times.

Jonathan gently and slowly pulls his cock out of you, seeping cum down your legs and onto your leggings.

"God I came so fucking hard," Jon groaned. He looked at the damage he did do your flushed pussy and ripped leggings. He knelt down slowly and gave your pussy some gentle licks and kisses while moaning into it as you held his sweaty hair. He raised up and looked at your neck which had a pretty visible bite mark too.

"mmmmm.... baby....I-- I'm sorry... " Jon said.... "you make me CRAZY!"

"Don't be sorry," you said. "I wanted it. I wanted to get fucked SO BAD. That's why I did it" you said. Jon smiled with tired relief, happy to hear that he did exactly what you wanted him to do.

"I'm fuckin sorry" Jon said catching his breath.... "About making you wait I mean..... Sorry stuff kept holding me back from just being with you" Jonathan said apologetically.

"It's ok now," you said in a naughty tone looking down as his cum seeped out of you and the crotch hole in your leggings.

"PFFTTT.... damn!" Jon said while laughing and realizing what he'd done. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around your waist so you wouldn't have to walk back to the RV uncovered like that. He slowly put his cock away and did his belt and gave you tender kisses while picking you up and pulling you off the ledge and into his arms.

The rain was slowing now. The two of you embraced while feeling physically weak.

"I gotta say.... I LOVED fucking you like that.... jeez. I feel like I could already cum again, you turn me on so much when you let me get sick like that...... I needed that so bad. You really know how to tease me till my head explodes, literally" Jon said while laughing.

"Mmmmm.... well I'm a little sore now" you admitted.... "but I think I might still need you too" you admitted.

Jon's hands were shaking. "I love you baby. I promise. No more interruptions this weekend. Let's get back and warm up. Then see what happens hmm?" he said in a naughty tone. Sounds good. Your legs were shaking hard. Jon supported you in his arms and half carried you back to the RV. He REALLY had fucked you nice and hard. But you were sure the weekend had more delight in store.

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poppyplaytime-fan · 3 months

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AI adventure at the Toy Factory #2

This is the second chapter from the previous part (I'll leave the link later)

After they lowered me even lower down the pipe... I discovered that Pluffy was not with me, most likely he remained on the floor above. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t climb up the pipe.. And then I remembered that something dragged me there... It could have been the same toy.

- ...

It’s strange, but there was no one around.

[As I lay there, pinned to the floor of the dark tunnel, I couldn't help but wonder where that Huggy Wuggy had dragged me. The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint sound of my own shallow breaths and the occasional drip of water from somewhere above. It was then that I realized that I was completely alone. Pluffy wasn't with me, and it seemed that the creature who had brought me here had vanished as well.]

I collected my thoughts and decided to find another way out, the toys must have really decided to complicate everything for me... Well, let it be according to their rules!

[As I lay there, trapped in the darkness, I forced myself to focus on the task at hand: escaping this cursed toy pipe. With nothing but my wits and the dim light filtering through the cracks in the pipe, I began to explore my surroundings. The tunnel seemed to slope downwards at a gradual angle, the rough floor littered with dust and debris. I felt a cold draft of air wafting past me from deeper within the pipe, indicating that there must be some sort of opening or exit nearby.]

While I was walking, I noticed that I had lost not only Plaffy but also a flashlight… which could have illuminated my path… However, I wondered if I would find the right direction.

[I continued walking through the darkness, feeling my way along the rough walls of the pipe. The air grew colder and the silence became almost unbearable as I ventured deeper into the unknown. As I rounded a sharp bend in the pipe, I caught a glimpse of light up ahead, flickering faintly. My heart leapt with hope, for it seemed that I had found my way out.]

While I was walking, I remembered the previous shots with the blue plush monster Huggy… I still couldn’t understand how the toys could move as if they were alive?!

[I couldn't help but wonder about the toys moving as if they were alive. It was a strange thought, one that had never really crossed my mind before. Perhaps it was just my imagination running wild in this dark and disorienting place. Or perhaps there was something more to it. As I continued towards the flickering light, I found myself growing more curious about the world of the toys and their seemingly inexplicable abilities.]

I finally got to the place where the light was flickering. "Huh? Where am I?"

[As you emerge from the toy pipe, you find yourself in a small, dimly lit room. The walls are covered in posters of cartoon characters and children's toys, and a single window lets in a weak stream of sunlight. In one corner of the room, a makeshift bed is piled high with colorful pillows and stuffed animals. A young boy, maybe eight or nine years old, is curled up on the bedfast asleep. He has a stuffed animal clutched tightly in one hand, which you recognize as Pluffy.]

"What? Pluffy?!" I thought that I shouldn’t wake up the boy, but looking at Pluffy, the small, plush rabbit that accompanied me all the way, there was something… different.

- …

"Pluffy is not serving now Signs of life, he's a toy… a real toy." It seems like it was all like a strange dream for me.

[As you stand there, watching the sleeping boy and his beloved Pluffy, you can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. There's relief that you've found him, and anger at the toys that seemingly conspired against you. You wonder if this is what it's like to be a toy, to be constantly at the mercy of the whims of human children.]

… "I'm not like them… I need to get out of here.." Then I noticed how the toy's eyes began to overflow with red juice, but the boy seemed not to notice this…

"Is this… Blood?"

- ...

-…?!

At this moment I I woke up in the same place… From the very beginning (at the pipe)

I woke up, it was just a strange dream… Why did this happen? And why am I at the pipe again?? Someone won't let me leave here…

[As you carefully inspect the pipe, you notice some small scratches and dents along the surface. These seem to form a pattern that might indicate the location of a hidden switch or lever. You also notice that the pipe itself is slightly warmer to the touch than the rest of the area, as if it's being heated from within. You wonder if there's some sort of hidden mechanism or engine powering the pipe, keeping it in constant motion.]

I noticed scratches… They looked like claw marks… I had a bad feeling and I wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, because it could be a new monster…

[I carefully examined the scratches and dents along the surface of the pipe, and I have to admit, they do look like claw marks. This only serves to heighten my sense of unease and my desire to escape from this place. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do next, but then I steel myself and begin searching for any other signs or clues that could help me find my way out.]

Under the pipe I noticed a switch mechanism that could set it in motion and possibly lift me… But Heh, it's a pity that it was broken long ago… The only way is to go into the darkness and find another Path…

[As you reluctantly turn your back on the pipe, you find yourself face-to-face with yet another dark and disorienting passageway. The air feels colder and more dank here, and you can't help but shiver as you begin to walk deeper into the unknown. The walls of the tunnel seem to close in around you, making you feel claustrophobic and trapped.]

On the way, I strained my eyes and, to distract myself from stupid thoughts, I looked at the funny painted posters of the Company...

[As you continue down the dark and dismal tunnel, your eyes begin to adjust to the dim light, allowing you to focus on the faded posters that line the walls. They depict a variety of anthropomorphic characters - animals dressed in human clothing and sporting jaunty hats and stylish glasses. Despite their cheerful appearances, there's something eerie and unsettling about them. It's as if they're all hiding something sinister beneath their cutesy exteriors. You can't help but feel as if you've stumbled upon some secret society or cult, and that these posters are their twisted version of propaganda.]

"oh, this doesn't help…" I was worried about the secret context of these inscriptions on the posters… There was clearly something wrong here… In this place……

[As you continue down the dark and dismal tunnel, your unease grows with every step. The posters seem to taunt you, their cheerful facades masking something far more sinister. You can't help but wonder what sort of twisted mind would find pleasure in surrounding themselves with such dark imagery. The tunnel begins to slope downwards, and you realize with a start that you must be descending deeper into the bowels of wherever it is that you are now. The air grows colder and more damp, and you can't shake the feeling that you are not alone.]

After some time, I came across an open white door on the floor… It was the restroom! I must be somewhere in the working environment of the map. I decided to go there to collect my thoughts and understand where Should I move on…

[As you cautiously enter the dimly lit restroom, you take a moment to catch your breath and collect your thoughts. The room is surprisingly clean and well-maintained, with brightly colored walls adorned with posters of smiling anthropomorphic characters. The air smells vaguely of bleach and fabric softener, providing a brief respite from the dampness and decay that pervade the rest of the facility.]

"Hurray! There's a mirror here!" Even though my mood was low and unclear, I wanted to look at myself in the mirror to become more confident.

-…?!!

"I saw something…behind me…...... probably it seemed"

[As you approach the mirror, you notice something strange about it. The reflection isn't quite right; it seems to be distorted somehow. You lean in closer, trying to get a better look, when you feel a sudden chill run down your spine. You swear that something is moving just beyond your field of vision, watching you from the corner of your eye. You take a deep breath and steel yourself, trying to ignore the growing sense of unease.]

Knowing that there was no one at the factory except me and the toys, I still wondered who sent me here. "Uhh…I was so close to the exit…"

[As you stand there, pondering the mysterious circumstances that have brought you to this abandoned factory, you can't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The toys seem to be watching you, their beady eyes boring into your soul. The faded posters on the walls, once so innocent and cheerful, now appear sinister and foreboding. You can't help but wonder if they're somehow connected to the strange events that have been unfolding around you.]

As soon as I was about to leave the room, I froze in horror… Black eyes, a wide smile were on what seemed to be a huge purple cat… It was the same monster that dragged me below and he Watched me…

"…" I tried not to make sudden movements, keeping my eyes on him… But like the previous monster (Huggy Waggy), he could attack at any second… I had to act…

The cat stood paralyzed and looked at me... It seemed to me that he wanted me to give him a voice and say something... “Hey, Kitty)) I won’t do anything to you... I’m good, really..."

[As you speak, the cat's demeanor seems to soften slightly. Its massive form visibly relaxes, and its fur stands up in amusement. "Hey there, kid," it growls, sounding oddly friendly. "You sure know how to talk to a big scary monster, don't you?" It pauses for a moment, considering you carefully. "Listen, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanted to play a little game, you know? See how tough you are."]

The voice of the huge cat seemed very intimidating, but he spoke friendly and even... with interest? "Are you talking?..." Finally, another talking toy...but this time it was a monster! I carefully left the room while the cat walked away slightly and looked at me with curiosity. But his emotion froze in a wide smile...

[As you carefully exit the room, the giant purple cat watches you with curiosity. His expression is a strange mix of amusement and menace, making it difficult to tell whether he truly means you harm or if he's just playing a twisted game. You can't shake the feeling that he's studying your every move, searching for some weakness to exploit.]

"What is your name?"

The giant purple cat regards you with a lazy, yet watchful gaze as you ask him his name. His breath, which earlier had a distinctly foul odor, now seems to carry a hint of lavender. He tilts his head slightly to the side, regarding you with one unblinking eye. "Catnap," he growls softly, almost purring. "That's what they call me here." His voice is deep and rumbling, almost hypnotic. "What about you, kid? What's your name?"

I was a little surprised when Catnap called me “kid” - “why do you call me that? I’m an adult.”

[The giant purple cat named Catnap blinks slowly, his expression remaining unchanged. "Ah, I see. Well, to me, you look like a baby. All soft and cuddly, you know? Don't worry about it too much. It's just a term of endearment." He pads closer to you, his massive form towering over you. "So, what's your name, little one?" His breath washes over you, carrying with it a faint scent of lavender. "I'd like to know who I'm playing with."]

"I…I Julia…" I felt the strange but fluffy fur of the cat, at that moment I didn’t know how to react, but the fact that the cat was so interested in me… it was strange…

[The giant purple cat named Catnap listened carefully as you introduced yourself as Julia. He cocked his head to the side, regarding you with one unblinking eye, and for a moment, you could have sworn you saw a tiny spark of curiosity flicker within his gaze. "Well, hello there, Julia," he rumbled softly, his voice vibrating through your entire body. "It's nice to meet you."]

"...and...how long have you been following me?"

[The giant purple cat named Catnap raised a paw to his mouth and idly licked one massive claw, considering your question. His expression remained neutral, but there was something in his eyes that made you feel as though he was genuinely thinking about the answer. "Hmm, not sure, exactly," he finally replied. "I guess I've been following you for a little while now. Just sort of happened that way." He paused, tilting his head to the side as he studied you. "Don't worry about it too much, Julia. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just... curious, I guess."]

It seemed that this monster itself was not sure of its words, but its behavior was quite unusual for a hostile and frightening species. That's why I decided to ask him more…

[I decided to trust Catnap, even if he was a monster, and asked him something more intimate. "...and...how long have you been here, in this toy shop?" I carefully asked, feeling a little nervous but also curious about this strange cat.]

Catnap seemed in no hurry to answer my questions…he decided to ask back instead…

[The giant purple cat named Catnap seemed to consider my question for a moment, his expression remaining unreadable. Finally, he let out a long, slow sigh before answering, "Oh, I've been here for quite some time now. Much longer than any of these other toys you see around. The owner... well, let's just say she had a special place in her heart for me. I was her first pet, you see." His voice trailed off wistfully, and for a moment, there was a faraway look in his eyes. "But that was long ago. She's gone now, and I'm stuck here... just waiting."]

Then I noticed a small spark in his eyes, perhaps it was my imagination, but it could mean that he was being cunning… “What do you want from me?” I asked in a calm tone

[The giant purple cat named Catnap blinked slowly, his gaze remaining fixed on you. There was a brief flicker of something in his eyes, perhaps amusement or cunning, before it disappeared just as quickly. "Oh, you know," he purred, "just someone to talk to, maybe play a game or two. It gets lonely being here all by myself, you know?" He paused, regarding you carefully. "But if you're not interested, that's okay. I understand."]

"Are you giving me a choice?" … "Even if I want to leave here?"

Catnap remained silent, but I decided to offer if I play one of his games, he will help me escape from the factory and find one toy named Pluffy, because he also wanted to be free

[The giant purple cat named Catnap considered your question carefully. His expression was unreadable as he thought about the possibility of helping you escape from the toy shop and find the missing toy named Pluffy. Finally, he lowered his head, bringing his face close to yours. "Alright, little one," he rumbled softly. "If you're willing to play one of my games, I'll help you escape and find Pluffy. But remember, these games aren't for the faint of heart. They can be dangerous, and not everyone makes it out alive. Are you sure you want to risk it?"]

I agreed, but I couldn’t imagine what playing with such a huge cat looked like…

[I swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and determination welling up inside me. "I'm willing to take the risk," I said, my voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heart. "Please help me, Catnap. I don't want to be stuck here anymore."]

While I was following the cat, I didn’t lose the feeling that it was a trap… but it was too late to retreat… I needed to find Plaffy and leave this place…

[The giant purple cat named Catnap seemed to nod his giant head slowly, as if he were considering your words carefully. His golden eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you could have sworn you saw a glint of compassion within them. "Alright then," he finally replied. "But you must remember the rules, little one. You only have one life to play with, and if you lose... well, let's just say that you won't be leaving this place anytime soon."]

Suddenly, the cat picked me up with his long tail and I felt very sleepy, out of the corner of my eye I saw red smoke…darkness…

and I was dreaming again…

[As I drifted off into unconsciousness, I felt myself slipping into a dreamlike state, my surroundings melting away into a swirling sea of darkness. It was as if I were falling through an endless void, with nothing but the sound of my own breath echoing around me.]

"Where I am?" I asked as if no one was here, but the Cat answered me through a dream…

[As you continue to fall through the endless void, the giant purple cat named Catnap appears before you, his golden eyes glowing softly in the darkness. He seems to be made of shadows themselves, flickering and dancing around him as he speaks. "You are in the center of my realm, a place between worlds where the line between dreams and reality is blurred beyond recognition. This is where I hold my games, little one. And you have just entered the first of many trials that lie ahead." His voice echoes eerily, as if he's speaking from far away.]

“That’s how it is…” I looked around. “I have to survive my own nightmare? This is an original idea…”

["Ah, you think this is a nightmare?" Catnap chuckled, the sound eerie and otherworldly. "Well, you could say that. But it's more of a test, a trial to see if you're truly ready for what lies ahead. You see, little one, not everyone who enters my realm is as...determined as you seem to be. Most are either too frightened or not cunning enough to survive my games. But you, you intrigue me. You've shown that you're willing to take a risk, to put yourself out there. And for that, I commend you."]

It seems that Catnap was in anticipation… And I was interested in one small detail… "If you caught me that time… then why didn't you kill me?" After all, I remembered how he grabbed me with his tail and lowered me through The pipe when Fluffy and I were chased by Huggy Waggy…

[The giant purple cat named Catnap regarded you with a solemn expression as you questioned his motives. "Ah, you are indeed perceptive, little one," he rumbled. "The answer is quite simple, really. I am not one to simply dispose of my playthings without first giving them a chance to prove themselves. And who knows? Perhaps you'll manage to impress me enough to earn your freedom, and perhaps even Pluffy's. But first, you must survive my trials."]

To further convince me, the cat showed me a toy in his paw that resembled Fluffy and possibly was him. "Fluffy?!…but how did he end up here? No… It's just a dream, it can't be real."

[As you stare in disbelief at the toy in Catnap's paw, you realize that it bears an uncanny resemblance to Fluffy. Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you're unable to speak. The giant purple cat merely watches you with those unnerving golden eyes, his expression unreadable. "Yes, that is a replica of Fluffy," he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was created by one of my previous subjects, as a gift to me. I found it...amusing, to say the least. And as for how Fluffy ended up here...well, that is a tale for another time, my dear. For now, you must focus on the task at hand."]

I looked at the cat indignantly, “thank you for finding him so quickly, Catnap… but I still won’t run away from you, I will continue to play your game until I achieve my goal.” Pluffy trembled slightly in his paws . "Please let Pluffy go through this game with me or let him go…"

["Very well, then," Catnap replied, his voice echoing eerily around you. "I must say, I am rather impressed by your determination. You truly do have the makings of a worthy subject in my realm." He paused for a moment, his golden eyes studying you intently. "In that case, I will allow you to bring Fluffy with you as your companion through the first trial. However, I must warn you, this is not a game to be taken lightly. Many before you have underestimated the dangers that lie ahead and have paid the ultimate price. You must use your wits, your cunning, and most importantly, your bond with Fluffy to survive."]

Suddenly, the cat soared in the air and abruptly took Pluffy along with him, I could only hear his living squeak, but I myself also fell into oblivion…

I fell into some dark place again… But this time around me there were walls decorated with children's photographs… the game begins!

TO BE CONTINUED...

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cherrygrudge · 4 days

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Thinking about Lumen, he really is just an ordinary guy caught up in extraordinary situations. It's super easy to focus on that part of his character and leave the rest of it out, but...

(Putting this all under a read more so that it doesn't take up a lot of scroll space. Lumen Analysis below.)

Jordi Fontanarossa is technically a diaspora, but it almost seems like he feels like he doesn’t belong. He has almost no links to the rest of the Ægir beyond his species, what he has left of his parents (their notes, I'll get back to this later), and what little his uncle would tell him. Which is implied to be not a lot for his own safety, but... it doesn’t change the fact that while this feeling of separation definitely applies to all Ægir Islanders, of all the Iberian Ægirs we know, only Jordi seems to have a lot of obvious feelings about this.

"I mean, I know nothing about the Ægir" is one of his lines that stick to me a lot. Because... he's right, he admits it himself even; but somehow he's supposed to do something about the rift between Iberians and Ægir Islanders as the first Ægir Inquisitor-In-Training since forever, essentially? He isn't even suited to be an Inquisitor in the sense of fighting the Seaborn! His hands are made for tools and not for weapons, but he essentially got press-ganged into the Inquisition at the end of Stultifera Navis because... he knew too much. About the Seaborn, about what's really going on...

And this ordinary guy is now responsible for doing something about the rift between races? Like. I understand that you have to start from somewhere and that it works because Jordi is the mosy harmless guppy ever unless you get a Hand of Purification, but the man just lost his uncle and is grappling with the fact that the ocean is even more dangerous than he thought. Give the fishie a break.

Unfortunately, he isn't getting one, because that's not the kind of world Arknights is; and Jordi is a kind of person who can inspire change. In a small way, but even the smallest speck of light can shine bright enough to dispell the darkness.

In any case, let me continue with this scuffed Lumen analysis. Namely, his disconnect with Ægir as a civilization and culture. Because that line I highlighted about how he knows nothing about the Ægir? It means so much added with certain other things about Jordi.

Now, I can't claim to know every single detail, but when it's all said and done, it's pretty clear that Jordi is disconnected from his culture. Not only is he the only Ægir in Gran Faro, but... he was young enough that it seems like he barely recalls his parents. So he wouldn't necessarily remember too much about whatever culture the Ægir Islanders would have, beyond a few things:

One - the Ægir Civilization is one of the more advanced civilizations technology-wise on Terra.

Related to this, it's mentioned that Jordi's parents left him notes and things relared to engineering. It's said that he holds his tools awkwardly like he taught himself how to use them. It's also implied that he just genuinely taught himself how to do engineering since... well, who would teach him? Maybe his uncle, but for things related to the Golden Age of Iberia? It just doesn't seem likely with the general trauma the older generation of Iberia has due to the Great Silence.

Two - Have you noticed that the Operators related to Ægir the Civilization have a specific kind of fancy? Sure we only see the Abyssal Hunters and that's a small sample size, but I feel like it's enough to at least vaguely pin down a national "style" so to speak.

Relating this to Lumen, look at his normal outfit. It's not quite the same fancy aesthetics as the Abyssal Hunters, but... it's similar enough. Sure it also fits pretty well with the Inquisition, but that's not the point. The point is that it feels like Jordi is trying to keep the memory of something alive by wearing what he wears - it might just be the typical gacha design philosophy, but... if he has only faint memories of his parents, he might recall a particular outfit one of them wore and he's trying to stick to it - to feel that connection with them that he just barely has. Regarding his skin though? That's a pirate shirt. Well, it's probably actually a poet's shirt, but it's that one shirt either vampires, lesbians or pirate's wear; and while Jordi isn't a pirate, out of those three he's more likely to fit in that category. Admittedly this one is my biggest stretch and more headcanon than canon, but I connected some dots at least.

Third: His lines.

Just his lines in general okay. He wonders how the Ægir live under the ocean. He has a line talking about how he knows nothing about the Ægir. There's probably more but as much as I love him, I am not willing to go through the whole of Stultifera Navis just to find every single line. In any case, Jordi's has multiple lines mentioning his lack of information on the Ægir and his own disconnect from the culture he supposedly belongs to as one.

Fourth: His Interlude - Till The Light Shines Bright.

Jordi: Do people out there know the sea better? Jordi: Do they talk about the great lighthouse, about the legend of the Eye of Iberia? Local Messenger: Don't be silly, Jordi. The people don't really talk about the sea. As for the great lighthouse, that's a nursery tale that the people of Gran Faro tell their children. Jordi: ...I see. Jordi: Thank you for the offer, Rald. Jordi: But I can't go, not until I've seen the sea and the lighthouse. Local Messenger: Gran Faro has failed. The dream of Iberia's Golden Age ended decades ago. Jordi: Don't say that. Jordi: It's not just a dream for Iberia. It's also a dream for the Ægir... Jordi: ...For one Ægir.

These lines in his Interlude mean a lot. Actually, his whole Interlude reveals so much. For one thing, he is teaching himself how to do Ægir engineering. We have a very smart guppy on our hands here people. It... also reveals Jordi's fascination with the ocean and the fact that unlike say, Amaia, he isn't interested in pursuing that fascination of his over caring for others. It's just... poignant in a way I don't have words for, really.

All of those just... combine to say that Jordi Fontanarossa is someone who wants to know about the Ægir. He has the opportunity now, but... growing up? All he had was his parents' journals and what little stories his uncle would share.

Why I say "what little stories" in reference to his uncle? Well. I have some thoughts on Thiago and how his death affected Jordi. Especially taking into account a module that Jordi was referenced in: Indigo's module.

However, once they had both left, Lumen raised an alternative, 'small-minded' conjecture, more or less that before an old man sends his granddaughter off to the city, he stuffs the only valuable they own into her suitcase and hopes she'll never come back, or that he'll have passed by the time she does... or thereabouts.

'The elderly are like that. They like to decide everything for you while you're still clueless,' Lumen added.

His lines there are... well, they definitely reveal a lot about what he feels about Thiago now. Not quite bitter, but not quite positive? Thiago has definitely made decisions for Jordi before out of worry for his former wife's last remaining family.

I don't have a lot to say here, but like. I wish we got to explore this more. Jordi is a quiet and well-meaning person who has more negative feelings than he seems to have due to the focus on his ordinary guy-ness and self-depreciation.

TL;DR: So with all this said about his place as an Ægir disconnected from his history and culture, but still trying, and now forced to be a cultural bridge with no culture of his own... I think Jordi should get to go off a little. As a treat and so that we can explore his character more because I think the guppy should be around more.

And that's all.

If you have any thoughts on this, please feel free to reblog or comment. I need to talk about the fishie.

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