#Art block is still kicking me to death

[undy1ngumbrage]

cade may you pretty please draw joseph and caesar kissing 🙁🙁😞😞😞😞💔💔💔

I was held at gunpoint

[coco0milkshake]

Sup long time no see

Anyways here are some Headcannons (slight blood warning)

[captainremmington-13]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building. I only own the characters Lola, Layla, and Reylynne , who are featured in this chapter.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: some violence, swearing, mentions of night terrors and death, parental neglect, mild angst, confusing feelings, crying, mentions of puberty

A/N: doing martial arts not only made me stronger, it made it WAY easier to write fight scenes lmao

also, this whole chapter takes place while reader and Luke are both seventeen

Angel.

Who knew one simple word could turn your world upside-down?

According to Luke, he’d said it because you resembled one. Though you made it clear you disagreed, he firmly stood by it. 

How could he see the offspring of death itself as an angel? He was truly a mystery at times.

Nevertheless, the nickname stuck.

.

.

.

“Hey.” 

Luke’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was walking up to where you were resting on a worn-down stone bench. 

You were both participating in sparring practice with the rest of the older campers. Unlike the basic sword-fighting classes that Luke hosted for demigods new to camp, these practices were cutthroat. Everyone wanted to prove themselves, and would do almost anything for glory.

“Getting tired already, Castellan?” you teased, scooting over so he could sit next to you.

Luke playfully rolled his eyes. “Not at all. You know I have an incredible amount of stamina.” 

You laughed. “Sure, sure.” You tightened your fingerless leather gloves, and picked up your beloved weapon. “I think I’m done resting for now. Who are you going to spar next?”

“You,” Luke said, as if it was obvious. “It’s been awhile since we’ve faced each other in combat, because we’re always on the same side.” 

“Alright then. Let’s go.”

The two of you walked to the center of the arena, and positioned yourselves about ten feet from each other. Luke raised his sword, his eyes burning with intensity. Even though he was your best friend, you couldn’t deny that it was terrifying to fight against him. He had incredibly fast reflexes, impressive strength, and an intimidating presence. 

You gripped your dual-ended sword so tightly that your knuckles turned white. At least your weapon of choice was almost as tall as you, which allowed you to stay far away from your opponent while still being able to attack. If you were desperate enough, you could throw it like a spear to catch him off-guard and disarm him while he was distracted. 

“Ready, angel?” Luke asked. 

Almost immediately after you nodded in agreement, Luke charged towards you, raising his blade and bringing it down in a deadly arc.

You deflected the blow with the right side of your weapon, and jabbed at his chest with the opposite end. He easily avoided it, and backed up a few feet, waiting for you to make the next move. 

“Come on, don’t go easy on me now,” Luke said, a teasing smile on his face. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, lunging forward and sending a stab to his abdomen. 

It became a constantly changing game of cat-and-mouse. When one of you became more aggressive and offensive, the other would play defense until they tired out their opponent. 

Many of the other demigods had already called it quits and left the arena, allowing you both to expand your range of motion. Eventually, it was just you and your best friend, alone in the ancient-looking arena. 

You were beyond tired. Your arms felt like they were made of solid Celestial Bronze, and your legs shook from soreness. You were drenched in sweat, which was not a fun feeling. But you refused to surrender, no matter how miserable you felt.

You brought your weapon down like a club, trying to hit Luke’s shoulder. He blocked it, but his sword flew out of his hands. Instead of retrieving it, he sent a swift kick to your sternum, sending you stumbling backwards. Before you could regain your composure, Luke had you pinned to the ground, one hand on your left shoulder and the other holding your wrists together. 

You silently thanked the Fates for the fact that the arena was empty. Otherwise, you’d never hear the end of it from the other campers. 

“I surrender,” you said quietly, your eyes closing as fatigue overtook you. “I’m too fucking tired to keep going.” 

Luke let go of your wrists and shoulder, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face. He still hovered over you, but his expression was much gentler. 

“You alright?“ he asked, setting his sword down to help you sit up. 

“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine,” you said breathlessly, trying to ignore the dizziness swarming your head. “I’m just fucking exhausted. You’re the toughest opponent I’ve ever faced, and I’ve fought a horde of young Cyclopes.” 

He laughed, “You flatter me, angel.” As soon as you were on your feet again, he wrapped a toned arm around your waist, surprising you. This was perhaps the most intimate touch he’d ever given you. Not that you were complaining though. It felt nice. “Now, let’s go get some food.“ 

“Best idea you’ve had all day.” 

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“Hey, you!” 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Lola, a daughter of Aphrodite, looking at you pointedly. She was surrounded by her sisters and a couple daughters of Demeter. 

“I have a name, you know,” you said, standing up and putting a hand on your weapon’s condensed form instinctively. 

“Relax, I promise I’m not trying to hurt you,” Lola said. “Come on, sit with us.” 

You mentally weighed your options. The worst they could do was mock and belittle you, charmspeak you into doing something stupid, or curse you with a bad makeover. And if they did, they’d definitely be caught. Chiron would give them kitchen duty or stable cleaning duty, which would undoubtedly mortify them.

So instead of choosing the stereotypical “I’m-edgy-and-introverted-so-I-don’t-want-to-talk-to-anyone” option, you walked over to where your fellow demigods were congregated.

“Hi,” said a girl you recognized as a member of Cabin 4 (Demeter’s cabin). “I’m Katie Gardner.”

“Nice to formally meet you,” you said, smiling slightly. “I’ve seen you around, you’re in charge of the strawberry-picking, right?”

She nodded. “Yep. And you’re…Thanatos’s child, right?” 

You winced. “Yeah…yeah, that’s me.”

Her expression held no judgement, which made you relax considerably. Lola cleared her throat, diverting your attention to her.

“So, you know Luke Castellan, don’t you?”

“Yeah, he’s a good friend of mine. Why do you ask?”

You didn’t really need to add the last part; you already had a good guess as to why she was asking. 

You and Luke were now seventeen. No longer were you awkward young teenagers who’s proportions never seemed to match up properly. You felt well-adjusted to your more mature body, glad to be rid of the abomination that was puberty. 

Luke looked quite different than when you’d first met him. He’d been a slightly scrawny, cute teen with a sweet smile and wavy brown hair. His hair had become curlier, his figure was more muscular thanks to his rigorous training schedule, and he’d become much more confident in himself. Though his ego was a bit irritating at times, it did add to his charismatic personality.

It was no surprise that people had begun taking romantic interest in him. 

Lola smiled, showing off her pearly white teeth. “He’s cute, isn’t he?”

You shrugged. Honestly, you hadn’t really spent much time analyzing his appearance. “I guess so.”

“So then why haven’t you started going out with him?” 

“Excuse me?”

One of Lola’s sisters spoke up. “Hon, you and Castellan are like two peas in a pod. I rarely see you apart.“

You bury your face in your hands, sitting down on the grass. This was perhaps the most awkward conversation you’d ever had. Well, besides that one time you had to explain to Luke why you felt like your stomach was being stabbed by invisible knives for days on end.

“That’s because he’s my best friend,” you say quietly, hoping that nobody else was listening in. If this conversation got around, it would cause a lot of unnecessary gossip. “He’s the only person who I trust with my life, and he trusts me with his.”

Another daughter of Aphrodite scoffed, playing with her perfectly straightened hair. “That’s ironic, considering that you’re literally the spawn of death itself.” 

“Reylynne!” Katie said disapprovingly. 

“It’s fine,” you said nonchalantly. “It’s true, I am death’s child. Anyways, my point is that Luke and I…we’re just…you know, really good friends. I don’t know how else to explain it.” 

“We just think you two would be super cute together, that’s all,” another of Aphrodite’s daughters chimed in. “Oh, I’m Layla, by the way.” She held out her hand, and you shook it gently. 

“I understand where you all are coming from,” you said as politely as possible. “But I don’t  like Luke that way. I don’t think I ever will.”

Reylynne smirked, which made you inexplicably nauseous. “Fine by me. If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”

“Reylynne!” Lola chastised, swatting her upside the head. 

You stood up, brushing the grass off of your leggings. “I better go. I have to help my cabin-mates clean up before the inspection later tonight.” 

“Alright,” Lola said, giving you a friendly smile. “Feel free to hang out with us whenever you want, ok?”

You nodded, hiding your shock. Giving them an awkward wave, you ran towards Cabin 11, glad to have finally escaped that extremely personal discussion. 

Even worse, it wasn’t really the topic of conversation that bothered you. 

It was the fact that it had planted a thought inside of your head:

you and Luke really would be a great couple.

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It was another sleepless night. 

You’d tossed and turned for hours before giving up. You simply couldn’t get your body to relax. There was far too much on your mind.

Even worse, the main subject of your thoughts was sleeping just a few feet away from you. 

You rolled over on your mattress to face Luke’s bunk, which was right next to yours. He was partially covered by his blankets, but you could still make out the old, torn camp t-shirt he slept in. His eyelashes fluttered sporadically, and his breathing was slow and steady. 

He looked calm, at ease. The sight made you smile.

If anyone deserved peace of mind, it was Luke.

You moved back into your back, closing your eyes once more. Maybe, if you tried really hard to clear your mind of any Luke-related thoughts, you could achieve a few decent hours of rest. 

Sure enough, drowsiness began to set in. Pulling your dark grey fleece blanket tighter around you, you prepared to enter Hypnos’s realm. 

But just as you felt yourself begin to drift off, someone whimpered beside you. 

Your eyes snapping open, you turned to face Luke, squinting in order to see him in the dim moonlight. 

He was clutching his sheets, his breathing had become heavy and frantic, and he was murmuring in an obviously panicked tone.

“Thalia, no! No, please don’t go, I can’t lose you again, let me die instead!” 

He was having a nightmare about the fateful night that he, Thalia, and Annabeth had arrived at camp. 

You knew how much he had cared for Thalia. They’d spent quite a bit of time on the run together, and developed a fiercely tight bond. He’d confessed that he’d started crushing on her at some point, but that never went anywhere because of her unfortunate demise. 

You felt like Khione herself had frozen you to your mattress. You wanted to wake him up and free him from his night terrors, but you also weren’t sure if you could properly comfort him. 

Still, you had to at least try. He needed to know he wasn’t alone.

As quietly as possible, you got out of bed and crept over to his mattress. You gently pulled the covers off of Luke, and gently shook him by the shoulders a few times.

Luke jolted awake, grasping his sheets tightly. Your heart tightened painfully when you saw the tears welling up in his eyes. 

“Oh, Luke…” you trailed off, not knowing what to say. 

“Angel,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. “You okay?”

“You were having a nightmare. About the night you arrived at camp.”

Luke sat up slowly, hastily wiping away the tears that had begun to run down his cheeks. “Yeah…yeah, I remember now. Gods, it was horrible. I saw her get overpowered and injured by the monsters all over again. It was like everything was in slow-motion just to torture me.” 

You placed a hand on his forearm, rubbing soothing circles on his clammy skin with your thumb. “You’re okay, Luke. It was just a dream.”

“About a very real thing,” he added. “Thalia died because of me. I didn’t do enough to protect her.” 

Instinctively, you pulled Luke into a hug when he began to cry again. You ran a hand through his curls softly, hoping it would calm him down somehow. 

“Don’t blame yourself,” you said. “Blame the Fates. Blame Hades for sending the monsters. Blame all of the fucking gods. They have failed at properly protecting their children. You did everything you could’ve done. You got Annabeth to safety, and Thalia met a hero’s fate. Her memory will live on, as her presence strengthens the border that shields us from the mortal world.” 

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. You sat there for what seemed like millennia, letting him cry against your shoulder.

Finally, he stopped trembling, and pulled away slightly. “You’re right,” he whispered. “I know it isn’t my fault, it’s the gods’ fault. I just…I just miss her. She was so funny, such a good fighter, and an incredibly loyal friend. She deserved so much better. You would’ve really liked her, I know it.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I’m sure.” 

“Thanks for waking me up,” he said, taking your hands in his. “I really appreciate it. Gods, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

“Me neither,” you admitted.

Luke yawned, removing his hands from yours to rub his eyes. “I think I’m gonna try to go back to sleep. You should get some rest, too. We have archery practice in the morning.” 

You smirked, and his eyebrows furrowed. “I know that look. You’re planning something.”

You can’t help but smile. “You know me so well. I’m thinking that we should sneak out of camp tomorrow. We can take a day trip, just the two or us.”

Luke grinned. “That sounds amazing.” 

“Great, we’ll leave first thing in the morning.” You pivoted to climb off of the bed, but stopped when he said,

“Wait…please, stay.”

And that was how you ended up sharing a bed with Luke Castellan for the first time. 

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[paradoxolotl]

OH PARA MY DARLING!!! :))))

For the writer ask can I beg to see a snippet of Neil being banned from another coffee shop (Andrew's maybe 👀) or what led to him being banned from half the coffee shops?? (From Sugar, Spice, and Corporate Espionage)

My beloved PAS ♥️

Unusual Asks for Sugar, Spice, and Corporate Espionage

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“Sir.”

Neil took a slow sip of his coffee. Only his third cup of the day. Or hour. He couldn’t remember anymore. The beauty of a deadline he had pretended to prepare for rearing it’s ten hours until due highlight covered head? Kevin’s “inhuman level of coffee consumption” ban was lifted.

Not that Neil followed it all that closely anyways. What did Kevin know.

“Sir.”

He flicked his eyes up and to the left, hand still blindly typing away at his keyboard. He had a word count to hit after all. The familiar death glare of a service employee not paid enough to give a proper fuck but forced to anyways waited for him. Usually, Neil continued silence turned most people away, or at least made them uncomfortable enough to spit out whatever they decided was worth interrupting him over. But this one only glowered harder, jaw setting.

“Ma’am.” It turned up at the end like a question, but Neil’s voice held too much faux pleasantry to be recognized as such.

Nostrils flared on her inhale. “Sir-” and honestly the amount of complete disdain and over your bullshit she packed into that single word even impressed him- “you need to leave. Now.”

Oh boy, this was almost worth pausing an essay for. Neil finished his sentence. “I’m actually pretty busy at the moment,” he said, turning back to his work. Was a Freudian mention too much? He tapped the space key twice, not quite hard enough to move his cursor. Probably not.

“Sir.”

“Jesus,” Neil muttered. He needed more coffee. Matching her glare with one of his own, Neil shook his cup, the pitiful remains just enough to splash against the sides. “I’m a paying customer. You can’t just kick me out for no reason.”

“You taped crime scene photos to our windows!” she snapped. And well. Okay yes, that was true. He didn’t need to spare a glance to see the expanse of carnage he had set up.

“It’s for research,” he said.

She jabbed a finger at the cup in his hand. “And that isn’t even from here.”

Neil glanced down. The cup sported the bright orange colours of Fox & Nip Cafe. He looked up to the hat the employee was wearing. It was purple, with The Drip stitched in white across the front. Slowly, he raised the cup to his mouth, tipping the last of it into his mouth.

“I’ve told you guys before. I don’t see what the problem is,” he said. “Your coffee is shit. You know that right? I could order a triple shot and it wouldn’t even hit me. It’s an art, how you’ve taken something so easy and weakened it to the point of threatening extinction.”

Turning in his chair, Neil pointed to the man not even pretending not to be watching. “Your coffee is shit!” he said, making the man jump. He turned back to the employee. “This is literally the worst coffee is town. You have two things going for you: the tables are big enough to work at and your muffins aren’t sweet like fucking cakes. If I have to provide my own passable coffee, I should be allowed to use the space provided to finish my work.”

If looks could kill. “Get the fuck out,” she said.

Neil had three rules he lived by. Number two: when a retail employee drops the word fuck as a promised threat, it’s time to go.

Tossing her a quick salute, Neil shoved his laptop back into his bag and left everything else behind. He didn’t really need the photos anyways.

Two blocks down, he pulled out a small notebook from a side pocket. With a sigh, he crossed out The Drip from his list.

[moodymisty]

Hi! I really love you work! I just finished Tree in Bloom on AO3, it’s so cute, I can’t wait to see where the relationship between strife and the human takes them! I was reading though your fics about taking the horsemen’s horses for a joy ride and was wondering if you could do something similar for Strife and Mayhem where we/the human takes mayhem on a little joy ride? Thank you!! 💖

Author’s note: Are we connected? lol but no joke, I’ve had this idea for a bit since someone on Ao3 was also interested in this idea, but I never went full ham on it since I had some other projects take precedence. But hey, here it is! Time to steal Strife’s ride too.

Also I'm glad you like tree in bloom so far! Your comment will fuel me for the next week while i finish blocking out the next chapter. I have a pretty decent idea on where to take it, but I won't say I'm not flying by the seat of my pants lol

Relationships: Strife/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, unless you consider horseback riding and brief mentions of weaponry worth warning about

“Don’t wander off too far~”

You can’t help but sarcastically mimic the Horsemen, as you kick around small rocks and pebbles that are unfortunate enough to come into the path of your worn old boots.

You wouldn't have had to wander off, if this whole day hadn't been so tediously fucking boring.

The Makers are some of the only beings alive who can even attempt to fiddle with Nephilim weaponry, and even then, they still have trouble. Lots of it, apparently; As what sounds on paper like a quick fix, had turned into an all day affair.

It’s a lost art, sadly. But Alya and Valus are willing to try, which is more than enough considering the circumstances. Even if Strife tries to maintain an attitude of eternal nonchalance about Nephilim relics, even he can't deny the importance of safe guarding them from being used; At minimum, if his sentiment on the matter is long gone.

Not for their lack of trying, fixing the weapon seems to be taking quite along while however, as you’ve long since wandered out of the Tri-Forge. You've since taken to wandering the wooded paths surrounding, while you wait for Strife to have the knife finally returned to him. He refuses to let it out of his sight, so he stays. He says Death would throttle him all the way to Hell if he lost it.

At least the Maker’s realm is so pretty.

If you look high and far off in the distance, you think you can see the Tri-Forge, but it’s hard to tell. Maybe if you started walking, you could make it there before it got too dark. Probably what you should do in all honesty, but the temptation of spending some more quiet time out here is to strong for you to actually make any effort to move.

This patch of soft grass has become your pleasant little spot, brushing it with your palms as you breath in the woodsy scents of the forest.

Suddenly, a rustle in the woods makes you perk up from where you’re sitting on the ground. You're hand instantly reaches for your hip, while your eyes scan the surrounding area for the source of the movement. It couldn't have been too far away.

You have your knife, but not much else. Most of the aggressive wildlife in the forests around the Tri-Forge only come out at night, or they’ve been pushed far back now that the Makers have a better hold on the realm. Either way, you aren't exactly interesting in having a tussle with anything that might try to start one with you.

Thankfully however, it isn’t an angry creature looking for a meal.

“Mayhem?”

The ghostly looking horse is standing about two meters away as he breaches a set of closely knit together trees, curiously looking at you. His hooves are muffled by the dirt as he walks closer, staring dead at you during the entire approach.

“Something didn’t happen, did it?” The horse looks at you, black eyes staring; Before then giving one indignant snort that is powerful enough to shake his head.

“Guess not.”

Looking away from the horse your watch your feet, tapping the ground with a toe as the grass bends beneath it. As you do you suddenly see a front hoof enter your vision, having to move said foot to avoid it being accidentally stepped on. Shortly there after you can feel the harsh snort of hair blow your hair around, as his head comes even closer to you.

He’s curious, looking around and watching the way you seem bored. For a moment his upper lip just barely brushes the top of your head, before he moves his head lower to your front.

“Hey, gentle.”

His snout presses into your stomach, making it easy for your arms to wrap around his large head. You do so loosely, before putting your cheek to the top of his head in a gentle hug. You're surprised he let you, honestly. His fur is warm in the few areas where you can feel it, while the rest is covered by armor. When he pulls back, you shake your head of at him.

“You are a strange horse.”

Strange but, nice. Over time you’ve found yourself becoming less scared of him like you had been on first sight. Mayhem is intimidating on first glance, but soft on the inside. Much like his rider.

After giving you a curious sniff Mayhem takes a few steps sideways, getting enough space between the two of you that he can safely pivot, pawing at the ground a few times while you watch.

Gently he gets down on one front hock, and then the other, before he then flops onto his side with an ungraceful ‘thud’. He’s now laying down and looking right at you, nostrils flaring as he lets out a harsh breath while his legs are curled inward. He looks remarkably comfortable like that, laying in the grass and crushing a few flowers underneath his weight. A few manage to avoid that unfortunate fate, and stay upwards brushing against his legs or belly.

Mayhem at first was incredibly finicky and distrusting of you- much like his rider in some ways, but it seems over time he’s gradually opened up. As such he doesn’t much mind when you get up to move and sit down beside him, right in front of his chest, putting your back against it. His neck brushes against your right arm while looking at you.

“He’ll be done eventually, I hope. I can feel myself aging.”

Mayhem gives an uncaring blow of his lips, much like a raspberry, in response. Your fingers absentmindedly play with the fabric of your pants, trying to find something to occupy your mind as you relax. The ghostly horse meanwhile just watches, his armor pieces clinking against each other whenever he does any significant adjustment of his body.

You reach up and feel at the soft fur behind his ear, eyes hooded, feeling it flick in your hand. He doesn't move away from it, and if anything, drops his head a bit lower so you can get a better reach until the hand pull away. You scoot your body downward ever so slightly, now leaning onto the horse a little bit more than before.

“Shouldn’t be much longer,” You hope.

Suddenly jerking upright, your muscles are tight at being moved so quick, eyes still blurry as you yawn and look around.

Shit, you’d fallen asleep.

The sky is now turning a pretty orange, but it still isn’t quite dark yet.

Meanwhile Mayhem whinnies at your sudden movement, having been startled but not enough so to move. Guess he didn’t mind being a pillow for awhile, if at no point did he decide to get up. If anything, he seemed to have gotten a bit of a nap in himself. Or whatever the ghostly, distinctly un-horse-like creature equivalent is.

That also meant at no point had Strife called for his steed, which does manage to worry you slightly. Then again, it probably just means that damn weapon is taking even more time that had been originally thought.

Maybe you should head back to the Tri-Forge, especially now that it’s getting dark. Even if the woods are wonderful, it still might not be the brightest idea to stick around them when you have no source of light.

Still a little stiff from sleep you groan as you pull away from Mayhem, slowly getting to your feet. Given his stature it takes Mayhem a moment longer to do the same, but it’s not long after you that he’s all the way upright. He gives himself one good shake, rattling all his armor and letting out a loud snort.

Mayhem is perhaps the most lithe of the Horsemen’s steeds, though it’s not to say the horse is of smaller size by any means. He still towers over you more than almost any normal horse could dream of.

He's also your best chance at getting back to Strife before it's pitch dark, and you'll only have the moon to light your way. Not nearly enough light, by your human standards.

“The forge is a decent walk away,” You’ve ridden Mayhem before, but never without Strife, so you know this might be a bit of a tough sell.

“Mind giving me a ride?”

Cold eyes stare you down- but he didn’t recoil in disgust, or anything similar. Then again, can he even really understand what you're asking of him?

Stepping closer you grab the side of the saddle and attempt to hop on, but end up coming quite a bit short. Getting quite quickly keen on what you’re trying to do Mayhem bends his front legs before laying back down, putting his back low enough for you to throw a leg over and hop on.

Good to know you don't need Strife for a boost, if he insists on being an ass about it again.

“Thanks for the assist.” The horse whinnies.

He also begins moving much to your surprise, though he already has the right direction in mind.

Your feet sort of dangle uselessly close to the stirrups, unable to actually put any weight on them. They were adjusted for someone with quite a bit of height on you, after all. Though at least the saddle itself is comfortable, with a comfortable curve meant for long hours of sitting and stability. The reins in your hand stay loose and floppy, unused, as Mayhem just seems to be going where ever you’re looking anyways.

It’s getting pretty dark now; The sky is now a deep orange fading into purple, with rays of light drastically retracting themselves from the scenery. With it getting so dim you decide to pick up the pace a little bit, sending Mayhem into a light run.

It’s wild; Having to hold on so tight without Strife here to be a brace against your back, but it’s invigorating, for sure. And Mayhem is being quite the good soul, not throwing you off to leave you in the dust. He could've quite easily done so at any point, especially since when you two first met, the horse was distinctly not fond of you.

“We’re here!”

Slowing back down to a walk you reach the front of the Tri-Forge in nowhere near record time, but you at least beat the sunset; Which was the main goal. Doing it fast was just a bonus.

As cobblestones slowly peek up more and more frequently between tufts of grass you move closer, listening out for anything familiar. The sound of hooves on the paving stones is such a nice sound, gentle and even paced as you enter. You could maybe get used to riding a horse everywhere, if it was always this peaceful.

Knocking you out of your thoughts however Valus suddenly stops you, and with quite the look, too. Not that you can blame exactly blame him. He's always been the Maker that seems to have it out for you- but in a overprotectively caring sort of way.

“And uh, what are you doin’ there lass?”

You glance from side to side for a moment before responding.

“Looking for Strife? He’s been gone awhile and it was getting dark, so I decided to head back.”

You speak about the Horseman with such familiarity, more so than any of the other three. He sighs, watching you intently.

“He's by the inner forge with Alya. Givin' her quite the stare down as she fixes that nasty ol' dagger for him.”

Nasty more so in the sense that it's apparently an old weapon of mass destruction, than dirty.

At least you assume mass; You don't know any of the details, as Strife unsurprisingly beat around them when you inquired. He still has some problems telling you about the Nephilim.

You smile at Valus, wide enough to nearly show teeth. Feeling Mayhem shift underneath you, you decide to sit up straight and keep moving.

He says one more thing, however.

“Be careful, lass.”

You don’t know what Valus sees in Strife that you don’t; But then again, he could say the same sort of thing right back at you. You know that the Makers don’t have a fond view of the remaining Nephilim, and while you might be understanding, you’ve been too close to Strife to even think ill of him. Or any of his siblings, for that matter.

Riding forwards you pass Valus and don’t look back out of just a little bit of nervousness, and seeing Alya indeed working at the forge. You see Strife once you get close enough that one of the pillars no longer obscures him, and you call out his name and hope to catch his attention.

“Strife?”

You can see his back is turned, but he noticeably perks up the moment he hears his name. Quickly taking the knife from the Maker he moves away, down the half flight of steps right towards you and his horse.

He tries to hold back the look of surprise when he sees you sitting astride Mayhem, but you still manage to notice the way his eyes widen behind his mask.

“Hey gorgeous,”

He comes closer, slotting the dagger safely back into the the sheathe he has on his hip for it. Heavy boots hit on the cobblestone paths as he crosses his arms, hip cocked slightly out to one side.

“So uh,” Strife takes a look at Mayhem, who has his head held low and relaxed. His ear twitches as he hears his rider speak, eyes moving to look towards the Horsemen. “He just let you get on, huh?”

You nod. “Yeah." Your face suddenly becomes a bit more unsure. "Why, was he not supposed to let me?”

Strife shakes his head and laughs you off.

“Nah, you’re fine. I was just surprised you managed to even get in the saddle, that’s all.”

Insulting your shorter stature than his own manages to sway your attention for just a moment, and he can look over the scene.

The amount of times you've ridden on Mayhem with him has made you significantly more comfortable around him that you had when you'd first met, as your legs dangle comfortably, arms at your sides. Mayhem rests as well, body loose as he waits for something interesting to happen.

Creators, she’s even got my horse wrapped around her finger. I’m fucked.

Stepping closer he grabs along the front of the saddle, before using his other hand to hit your hip softly.

“Let me on, will ya?”

It’s not like you have any issue with him taking his horse back, grasping the saddlehorn and sticking boot in the stirrup, the weight of him putting pressure on it leaning the saddle towards him. Once he finally seats himself behind you however he puts his hands on your legs, rather than taking the reins from you.

“Well now that you got here, how about you let me have a break for a second? Not like Death'll notice me being a few minutes late.”

Of course he’ll take the opportunity to be lazy; Not that you blame him, his lot in life doesn’t exactly leave many opportunities.

You gently move Mayhem forward, walking out the same way you entered as Strife lazily lays against you. He’s massively overdoing it and with how ungodly heavy he is, especially in his full armor, and it’s hard to not just crumble forward. The chin of his armor rests on the top of your head, and he feels content as can be.

Once you’re out of the Tri-Forge and back out into open land you still keep moving with no clear destination in mind; Strife hasn’t given you one, so you largely just steer towards whatever catches your interest.

Before you have a chance to reach any of those interesting points however, Strife gently grasps the reins with one hand for caution, while then talking close to your ear.

“Now, wanna try going for a real ride?”

You barely have a chance to answer Strife gives Mayhem a good kick to send him barreling forward, forcing you to hold onto the reins for dear life. Strife's right here however, and even going so fast nothing would even happen with him and Mayhem both looking out for you.

So he watches you in front of him as you learn on the fly, even if he’s helping to tell Mayhem when to turn with pressure from his legs.

You’re laughing like mad and the wind’s blowing in your hair, even on a horse meant to bring suffering and unrest to anyone who catches even a glimpse.

Strife had thought he was fucked before, but now he realizes he really is; Holding onto you tight so you’ll never leave his vision.

[zeroducks-2]

Freedom of speech but not freedom from consequences. Anti-censorship but we still don’t want to platform bigots 🫤 Coming from a neutral party, I think you could learn a lot from listening to all perspectives to avoid echo chambers. Form your own opinion instead of following a crowd. My opinion? Hate the person, not the ship. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, but that is what the book cover is made for. I think it’s healthier if you and everyone else stopped trying to be antagonistic? How are you supposed to spread positivity if you’re always on the verge of angry ranting?

Okay I'm going to try and answer for the sake of the people who might read this kind of bs in their inboxes and be affected negatively by it, and maybe even feel like they're being unfair towards the very bullies which spend their energies harassing and insulting (and sometimes also doxxing and suicide bating) us.

Let's break this down.

1. "freedom of speech but not freedom from consequences" I can't even talk about some dark themes in fiction or my own personal history of real life abuse without getting termed here. Erotic art can't be posted almost anywhere at this point, and not just the kind antis dislike. Freedom is a construct on social media because ultimately these spaces are owned by someone, and you'll be kicked out if they don't like you.

2 "we don't want to platform bigots" no, absolutely we don't. Historically, giving a platform to bigots and hatemongers fosters hate, violence and censorship. Also I have no power to platform or deplatform anyone, I'm just a guy on tumblr, so I don't even know what you're on about with this. If I had the power to decide, trust me that I would kick the terfs the fuck out of here anyways. And also the cowards who hide under the anon cover to send hate and threats.

3 "listen to perspectives and avoid echo chambers" I'm over 30 and I've been a kinkster for most of my life. I'm queer. Among other things, history and queer history are in my field of studies. I didn't form my opinion here, I came here with one already. I listened to all the perspectives you might think of also because I was here when the rise of censorship and puritanism happened, and by the way you know who got deplatformed? The kinkster and the artists, surely not the bigots. I don't think I've ever seen an instance of an anti being blocked or termed for harassment, whereas blogs get blocked every day for having NSFW content.

4 "form your own opinion instead of following a crowd" again, do you really think I existed as a blank slate before creating this blog?

5 "my opinion is(...)" You sound like a Christian preacher and it gives me the heebiejeebies.

6 "it's healthier if you stopped trying to be antagonistic" sweetheart, we are being bullied every day. If you're someone who creates erotic art of any kind you're subjected to a ton of harassment, and if you create something which could be considered problematic, you get death threats. Suibating. Insults lathered with misogyny, transphobia, queerphobia, you get treated like a freak of nature and threatened to have your livelihood taken away. Or threats of doxxing and of deplatforming. And you might very well get your blog shut down. I'm going to stop being antagonistic when I'll stop being antagonized, and if you think that said bullying is justified and I should just suck it up - and I say this in the most antagonistic way possible - fuck off. Not one single ship or one single fictional character is worth the harassment of another human being.

7 "how are you supposed to spread positivity of you're always on the verge of angry ranting" What makes you think I want to spread postivity? No like, honestly. What makes you think that my purpose with this blog is that. I'm here to talk about my blorbos, and if this makes someone happy then good for them. If the fact that I'm opinionated and passionate about things bothers you, no one is forcing you to stay.

Your whole thing is a mix of victim blaming and fake neutrality which is not welcome on my blog. Please block me and go on with your life, I'm not interested in your empty platitudes.

To anyone else who's reading this, don't ever feel guilty for defending yourself and for fighting back against oppressive measures. There is never a good reason for harassment, and if you were subjected to it, it's in your right to be angry. No matter what p r o b l e m a t i c ship you posted about.

[just-prime]

Just read all your Ahsoka reviews, they're great, thanks for writing them

I think the reason Thrawn's eyes look off is the same why as Ahsoka's, Hera's, Ezra's, just anyone with the weird contact thing going on, all do. In real life you can't actually clearly make out someone's eye color from like across a room distance, but they've given this always noticeable almost florescent glow to the eyes. You can do that fine in animation but in live action it becomes uncanny valley

Very much agreed that the worst thing is the feeling of nothing happening. The show isn't paced to stand on its, it's meant to exist as part of the filoni cinematic universe. The mcu-ification of media is a f-ing plague upon the soul of art

And speaking of nothing happening WHAT IS SABINE DOING like she knows she's got a very short time to somehow steal the hyperspace ring so they can get back and stop Thrawn from returning, but she's just like nah I'll just tell Ezra nothing and chill out with him I AM PULLING MY HAIR OUT

Also just a last thing that was (painfully) funny to me that I haven't seen anyone else point out, at one point Sabine slashes a guy in the face then stabs him in the chest, then STILL kicks him away from her which is what actually knocks him over, BECAUSE LIGHTSABERS CAN! NOT! KILL IN THE NEW STAR WARS

Sorry I started out thanking you for your great posts, but then ended up just ranting in your inbox, totally no worries if you just want to completely ignore this ask lol

First off holy shit I have my first ask!!! I was in class when I saw the notification, so I couldn't get up and do a little happy dance...But know that I wanted to.

Anyway, YES on everything about the eyes. That's exactly it. You've managed to put words to what felt off perfectly. SO thank you, because yes, to all of it.

Also, yes, the mcu-ification of media is indeed a FUCKING plague upon the soul of art

I say this as a recovering MCU fan who's coping with the death of her childhood via fanfiction but seriously not everything needs to be set up for something else.

Also, it feels like this should have been a movie. 2 hours, maybe even 3, but then everyone would be in position and we wouldn't have to deal with all the stupid filler.

Yup, Sabine is horrifically out of character. She's nonchalant about things she should care about. She cares about thinks she should be nonchalant about. It's painful, and annoying, and I can relate to wanting to pull my hair out.

It is laughable to me that we've gotten this far and lightsabers are still functionally just swords? Like, we've not gotten to see someone doing something cool with them in a while. I totally agree also that they've been watered down, which is a shame because we're finally getting to the point effects-wise where we could be doing some really cool shit with them, and instead they are left as poke-y sticks.

Thank you so much for dropping into my ask box. Thank you especially for the rant. It was very fun to read. If it helps assuage the anxiety, know that not too long ago I was the on leaving anonymous blocks of text thanking people for the validation and also ranting a bit too :P

[chemical-killjoy]

Morning Light

Chapter 4

(previous chapter here, my masterlist has all chapters under the Remington section <3)

Vampire Remington x fem reader

Word Count: 650

Warnings: brief mentions of kidnapping, general death, violence and vampire-making

Summary: Sebastion knows more information that he lets on...

Author's Note: Sorry this has taken me so so SO long to update!!! Me and @smiling-girl have both been super busy, but I'll try to get back on track <3 thank you again @fedorable-killjoys for this amazing collage!

Sebastian sat by the fire at his favourite bistro. The smell of the leather couch under him and  the whisky in his hands both calmed him, but the fire reflected memories in his eyes. 

He was grateful he was alone tonight. 

How long had it been since he had seen Y/N’s face?? A hundred years, at least. Not since Guinevere. No, he couldn’t think about that. It wasn’t the 1700s anymore. It was the 2020s. He was safe. His brothers were safe. That dark night couldn’t touch them anymore. 

But the truth was Y/N wasn’t safe. Just as Gwen wasn’t. If only he could go back. 

Rain poured alongside the blood, and thunder covered the sounds of screams. If he had taken the deal, it would have worked in his favour. There would be one less body.

The night had started simply. 

The doors to the manor opened up as men in cloaks burst through. 

They were silent, all black figures. But the man in the center, a foot taller than the others, was recognised by Sebastian. Both knew the cloak was unnecessary. But then what was this all for if not a little showmanship? 

“You’ve taken her. Haven't you.” Sebastian asked the question as a statement, an icy chill settling in his stomach.

The hooded man’s silence was the only response he needed. 

Sebastian nodded. Took a deep breath. A swig of his liquor. And threw the glass at the hooded man, who dodged and the glass shattered against the walls. 

Chaos was unleashed as Sebastian fought tooth and nail to pummel the tall man into the ground, or at least fight his way past, unmask these bastards, break free, find Gwen. Protect her. 

He did all he could. 

But he was only one man. Before long, he was held down by three hooded figures, and the tallest man leaned close to his ear, only his green eyes visible through the shadow of the hood. 

“You should have joined me.” the man sighed. “But since you didn’t join me… I guess you are against me. We shall have some fun, you and I.”

A sharp sting tore at his neck as he was bitten, changed forever.

That night was the worst of Sebastian’s life. He fought, his brothers fought, startled into chaos and leaping in to protect their brother, although they did not yet know why, as primal instincts kicked in as bodies took action to defend themselves from the assault of fists and knives... but it was pointless. By morning light, they were vampires, and the bodies piled high. Guinevere was dead, so were half the manor’s staff and men in cloaks, faceless beasts just adding to the bloodshed.

From what Sebastian could tell, Remington had blocked a lot of it out, or somehow didn't remember. Emerson escaped into his art. But it was never far from Sebastian’s mind, the burden of being the only one to know the truth of that night. There were nights he thought it would kill him. That was, until he met Larisa. He didn’t think he could love anyone quite like he loved Gwen until he met Larisa. He started to believe that for the next 50 years, he could be happy, safe. Maybe even have a family.

Then Y/N showed up. A reminder of his oldest enemy and oldest companion. Oldest wounds. 

He remembered the hooded man scooping your unconscious body off the concrete, fangs still dripping with blood. Sebastian knew why you were taken. He just didn’t know you survived. And he could never tell his brothers. 

If Y/N was back, that means no one was safe. Anything could have happened to the many involved in that sick game. Maybe he was killed, maybe they were all safe, and that’s how Y/N survived. But Sebastian had a strong suspicion that this was just the start.

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[13meigo]

A snake’s plaything | Fifth year || Sebastian Sallow

🐍🌿 Chapter 10 | Possession

NSFW - Oral pleasuring M / F | Unprotected Sex

The snowstorm outside howled against the stained glass windows of Hogwarts. No one would be so dumb to be out in this weather right now, right?

Well, here she was running together with the boy of her dreams across the icy cold viaduct courtyard. The cold winds whipped into their faces.

The hate that they felt for this poltergeist Peeve was unimaginable.

'This prick!' Sallow cursed while holding his coat closed. 'And you can't even kill him!'

'I swear they should just kick him out of Hogwarts and make him never come back!' Violetta hissed and tried to cover her face. Peeves was a particularly nasty ghost and only the bloody baron from Slytherin could control him. Peeves got to the brilliant idea to block them the way to the stone bridge by the potions classrooms and the suspension bridge by the defense against the dark arts classrooms. This clown caused first flooding and then a fire!

Violetta and Sebastian saw the door to the entrance hall. They put all their last efforts in this way to not immediately freeze to death. Unbeknownst to them there was a cover of black ice under the thick layer of snow on the stones to the door.

Violetta stepped on the snow and felt her food lose its balance. Her knee twisted and with a shriek, she fell hard onto the icy ground. Sebastian tried to catch her but to no avail. He also slipped and with a short yell, he landed also in the cold snow.

With huffing and puffing, they both got up. A rage-filled noise escaped Violetta's mouth when she saw her hands and knees. Her stockings were ripped and her hands scraped bloody. She was just so cold. Sebastian came to her and saw her. He grabbed her by the shoulder.

'Come on, let's get you fixed up!' He said and led her to the entrance. The warm air hit their faces and the door closed behind them. Violetta turned to Sebastian. She just felt so angry at everything.

'It is the first fucking day of the Christmas holidays and you get to the brilliant idea to search in the restricted section of the damn library for curses? It's the first day! Just relax or something but no! Mister Sallow needs to go exploring and pull me into this!' Violetta said angrily while wringing out her cloak aggressively. Sebastian looked at her darkly.

'I mean you wouldn't even need to come with me! But you decided to do so!' He was as angry as her by everything that happened. 'I couldn't know that this asshead Peeves was then on the loose.'

'If I wouldn't have come with you, no one would!' Violetta replied bitterly.

'Oh, I would bet that some other people would have liked to come with me!' Sebastian said taking off his cloak.

'Like who? You don't even have the guts to ask other people besides Ominis and me!' Violetta hit right in the black with that sentence. It was true. Since they had this intimate encounter they were always together. Sebastian just looked furiously at her until a dripping noise caught their attention. Blood was dripping down from Violetta's hands onto the stone floor.

'Here.' Sebastian grabbed her hands and pointed his wand at them. 'Episkey!'

The small cuts disappeared from her palms and fingers. Violetta looked up at him. A bit of her anger was released.

'Thank you.' She said and he released her hand. Still, that spell didn't do anything about her soaked clothes and wet hair. Sebastian looked at her and thought for a moment.

'I know a place. Come with me.' He grabbed her hand and lead her through the castle until they reached the faculty tower near the hospital wing. They both left footprints. Sebastian's curly hair was stuck against his forehead and ears. His white shirt was so wet that you could see the freckles on his body through it. Violetta's soaked tights stuck to her legs like leeches and her hair became stringy and cold. Violetta saw her bra through her shirt.

Sebastian and Violetta came to a halt before a beautifully designed door. Violetta recognized the door. It was the bathroom for the students who has become perfect. She looked at Sebastian.

'Wait what?' She said. 'You want to go inside there? There could be students in there! If they catch us we could get into trouble!'

'Calm down.' He laughed and pointed to the door. 'No perfect are in and at this time no one will be here too. The perfects have a schedule for when to use it.' Violetta was still suspicious. Sebastian laughed and pulled her inside.

More warm air hit her face and she slowly stopped shivering. Sebastian locked the door. Violetta has never seen such a beautiful bathroom before. In the middle of the room was a big pool filled with steaming water in a light red color. Ornamented faucets were on every side. On the left wall was a giant moving picture of a mermaid holding a pearl. To the left and right of the door were toilets.

Suddenly Sebastian started to undress. Violetta looked at him with confusion.

'Wait, wait, wait! You want to take a bath here?!' She said and Sebastian put his cloak to the side and got out of his shoes.

'Do you have a better idea?' He asked while he began unbuttoning his shirt. Violetta blushed as she saw his chest expose. Actually, he was quite right. She didn't have any better ideas.

Sebastian dropped the shirt onto his cloak and turned to the still fully-clothed Violetta. He laughed at her flustered expression.

'I guess you like what you see!' He chuckled and Violetta turned her face away. She began to realize again how uncomfortable her cold wet clothes were. So she began to undress too. First her cloak and shoes, then she unbuttoned her shirt. She saw Sebastian glancing over at her. Violetta put her wet clothes on top of his ones. Violetta pulled the zipper of her skirt down and it dropped to her feet. She kicked it to the other. Then she tried to pull her wet tights down. Oh, this would be a fight.

Sebastian watched her struggle against the soaked material. He laughed at her helpless tries.

'Come here, darling. Let me help you.' He said and he guided Violetta to a chest. She sat on it and he kneeled down in front of her. His fingers locked into the waistband of her pantyhose which was already over her behind. Slowly but strong he pulled down her tights exposing her bare legs. He pulled it further down her knees and over her feet until she was free. Sebastian laid it with the rest of their clothes. He stood up and Violetta watched him open his pants. It dropped to the floor and he stepped out of it. Her eyes were glued to his underwear that fitted him so nicely.

Suddenly Sebastian kneeled down again and touched her thighs softly. This sent shivers down her spine even tho the air was hot and steamy.

His hands traveled up until they reached her hips, then her waist. He carefully slid them behind her back and opened her bra.

Violetta's heart was racing at the thought of what would happen next. She helped him remove her bra and he looked down at her breasts. Her nipples peeked straight at him. Embarrassment flushed her face. She knew that her body doing this only meant two things; either she was cold or she was aroused. Well, it was definitely the second option.

Sebastian felt her embarrassment and softly touched her face. He looked at her and his lips closed the distance between them. Such a sweet and gentle kiss gave her so many butterflies. Violetta wrapped her arms around his neck and she felt his fingers locked into the waistband of her underwear. Her head was racing.

She remembered the embarrassment she felt when all the female students from her year had a 'sexual education class' with professor Weasley. Well, there would be better teachers for a class like this. At least Violetta knew what was about to happen.

Sebastian pulled down her underwear until he slid it over her legs and she was completely exposed. Her dark hair was sticking to her back and face. Sebastian released the kiss and looked down at her body. She could see the excitement in his eyes and in his member. Violetta saw him slowly stretching against the fabric of his underwear.

Sebastian's heavy breathing echoed in the room and he grabbed her thighs, suddenly pulling her a bit forward. He spread her legs a bit and looked into Violetta's face.

'May I?' He asked so softly that her heart melted. Violetta pushed a strand of her from his forehead.

'Do as you desire.' She answered. Sebastian held eye contact while he took her left leg and kissed her knee. Then he put it over his shoulder. He began kissing his way up her thigh and sometimes she could feel him nibble on her sensitive skin. Small moans escaped her lips while she ran her hand through his hair. With his free hand, Sebastian moved on her other thigh up. Until he reached her core. His kisses made her slowly get wet.

Sebastian placed a kiss on her pubic one. With his hands, he lifted the skin up that was hiding her oh-so-sensitive clit. He placed a kiss on it and her moan echoed through the bath. The way he did it really aroused her. Sebastian kissed that sensitive nub again and carefully played his tongue on it. Well, she didn't expect that, and as a response, she pushed his head closer. She could feel him smile and Violette covered her mouth with her free hand. Sebastian swirled his tongue around it and licked it more and more. The heat rushed to her face and to her pussy. Her legs began trembling from being in this position. The more she suppressed her moans, the faster he got. She bet that he wanted to her hear make some noise for him.

Sebastian started sucking her clit and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. How could he make her feel this good?

Without noticing Violetta spread her legs further to give him better access. Her nails dug into his scalp and he hissed. This heat in her belly appeared and she desperately wanted to release it, so Violetta began moving her hips into his mouth. Her moans and whimpers got higher and higher. This fuzzy sensation spread over her entire body. Her breathing hitched and the coil in her was ready to... Nothing.

Sebastian stopped and pulled away from her pussy. In a short moment of frustration, Violetta grabbed his hair and yanked it to the side. Suddenly Sebastian grabbed her hand, which made her release his hair. He pulled her forward and his free hand grabbed her throat.

'Do that again and I will destroy you.' He whispered dangerously quietly. Violetta looked at him horrified. His hand released her throat.

'I am sorry.' She said and kneeled in front of him.

'I know how you can make it up to me again.' Sebastian stood up and pulled down his underwear. He sat down on the chest and looked at Violetta. Right now she had a waterfall between her legs and it didn't really help that Sebastian just sat there so damn handsome. His body did things to her that she never imagined. Sebastian wrapped his hand around his hardened dick and started stroking it. His whole body structure was very athletic and he was showered in freckles. Violetta scooted closer to him and there was this darkness in his eyes again. This hunger made her feel like a mouse ready to be devoured by a snake.

Violetta wrapped her fingers around his member and stroked it at the pace he did. Sebastian let go and his head fell back onto the wall. Violetta got closer to his dick with her face and closed her eyes. Her lips connected to his tip and she pressed a soft kiss onto it. A sallow breath released from his mouth and Violetta kissed his tip again while stroking at a steady pace. She felt his body heat up. Slowly she opened her mouth and took the head in. Her tongue swirled around it and he bucked his hips forward. More of his cock entered her mouth. His hand grabbed her hair and he started to guide her in how he wanted her to pleasure him.

Violetta took with each head move more of his inches into her mouth. Violetta rested her hands on his thighs. His dick hit the back of her throat but the noises he made got louder and deeper.

Then he grabbed her hair in a fist and he pushed her head faster and harder. Violetta's nails dug into his thighs and her eyes started to water. She could feel his hot thick dick twitching inside her mouth.

Suddenly he pulled her forcefully away from his dick. Strings of saliva connected from his cock to her mouth. She gasped for air. Sebastian looked at her and released her hair. He grabbed her arms and pulled her on top of him. She hovered over him and looked into his eyes. The hunger in his eyes was unbearable. Sebastian grabbed her waist and guided her down. His dick was already standing so hard that it didn't need a hand. Violetta felt its hot tip at her entrance. She rested her head on his.

'Fuck, you are so hot.' Sebastian said while their foreheads were connected. 'I can't control myself anymore.' With a force, she never felt, he pushed her down onto his dick. Her tight walls stretched so quickly at once that a sharp pain ran through her belly.

Well, he was her first and very goodly equipped.

A short pained noise escaped her mouth and she scratched his back hard that she was sure he was bleeding. She tried to push her hips up again but Sebastian held her tight and began slamming her at a merciless pace onto him. Quickly her pain was replaced by pleasure. Violetta moaned into his shoulder and he in her ear. His dick was so hot and ruff for her that the coil in her belly reappeared again. Violetta got closer and closer to her release and Sebastian felt that too. Violetta lifted her head from his shoulder and rest her hands on his shoulders. Her boobs bounced up and down.

The coils felt so close to snapping. Her walls clenched down and she felt her release rushing in. Her head fell forward and Sebastian's slamming became eradicated until he put all his strength into this last slam before his eyes rolled back into his head. His fingers dug into her soft skin and a loud growl escaped his lips while he released his thick sticky juice into her.

Breathing heavily they stayed connected. This moment made them feel whole and connected, so close to being one.

Violetta lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him. Sebastian brushed her hair out of her face. He pulled her into a deep kiss.

She could taste herself on his tongue.

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[kogetaikid]

A False Awakening is a phenomenon where one thinks they've just woken up when they're clearly still dreaming

Sup guys, gals and nonbinary pals! The name‘s Kogetai!!!

MY DEVIANTART MY YOUTUBE MY INSTAGRAM

-she/her, ace/pan curious

-Diagnosed Neurodivergent (Got that autism ✨D R I P ✨)

-Interacial

-Nihilist

-Barely hanging on by a thread, but at the same time, feeling like I still have a long way to go until I truly break.

-No DNI, but will block anyone who makes me feel uncomfortable.

-I post both fanart and original art

Intrests:

Epic Club (Obviously)

Undertale

Deltarune

Undertale/Deltarune AU's

South Park

Omori

The Amazing Digital Circus

Trolls

Courage the Cowardly Dog

SOME OC REFERENCES

(Not like anyone will care, but good to have them anyways)

D!0X!D3: TR!0X!D3 and X3’3N (Prologue-Chapter 3) Web Hell: Enera (Modern Utopia)

WEBCOMIC STAND

D!0X!D3: Prologue 1 D!0X!D3: Prologue 2 D!0X!D3: Prologue 3 D!0X!D3: Prolouge 4 D!0X!D3: Prologue 5 D!0X!D3: Abandonment; Part 1 D!0X!D3: Abandonment; Part 2

Epiccc Storiez!!

ILMS: Yahaira's story

WRITING (Also EPICCC!!!!)

Sunrise Heights An Insect Before Its Death

*Y don’t ‘cha see what ur gonna see in the future? (READ PROJECT DESC)*

I'm working on a few projects right now, heck even serval, but some aren’t really fleshed out yet, so I’m only gonna give a few. A show called Epic Club, two webcomics called D!0X!D3 and VQ895, and a graphic novel called Web Hell. These are all still WIP’s as I’ve been only posting concept art and some random bits of out-of-context dialogue. Here are the descriptions :)

EPIC CLUB

(Old concept art below)

(TLDR: Some alien lore shit that involves goofy ahh aliens, goofy ahh adventures and trying to avoid nihilism)

No one knows how they've got here, but they have. In the middle of the universe in the andromeda galaxy, in a planet called Epicland. exist the color spirits to fight evil and bring colors to the world. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple and gray. (Andris, Lorgzee, Kedmile, Yodion, Imimika, Sotti, Zaxregea, and Enieu) One day, the red spirit wanted to become human-like. What happens next

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Gray skin, red eyes, what the hell am I...?

Andris, now a nine year old girl named Melody Conway, nothing much to say about her. Unless she was able to meet up again with someone, who might ve been, a secret true sister...

DIOX!D3 (pronounced "Dioxide”):

D!0X!D3 (pronounced “Dioxide”): ANARCHY AGAINST CONTROL. On an alien planet called Epicland, and abandoned child called Melanie gets adopted into an anarchist society called Syr-Ko’s Children Anarchist Society! (SKCAS for short). No adults allowed, you get kicked out when you’re 30. In this society, children run the game, with a plan to eliminate the ones who control us and make their world r0b0t!c. You’d wonder to yourself:

WH0’S THAT L!TTL3 R0B0T FR3!ND 0F Y0URS, K!DS?!

I Love My Sister Chronicles

Dreams are weird, especially when two simple hours could sometimes feel like an entire lifetime. April 22, 20**: A girl named Yahaira falls victim to this unfortunate phenomenon, thus creating me, us, everyone. In my early years, I always wanted a sister, but the never happened. My mom always says she wanted two girls. I tell her she ended up with me instead; an amalgamate of what could've been her two girls.

As I entered my teenage years I noticed something very off about the world, so very unreal, and I start to become lucid in this dream world.

I remember that I'm someone's little sister. Melody's little sister, Yahaira. I'm now piecing together the complicated puzzle of who I was, who Melody was, and what happened before I entered this dream. The first and most important thing I keep in mind:

I LOVE MY SISTER

VQ895

Welcome to LABORATORY! Here, many fusions of multiple organisms for all over galaxies called hybrids live. To these hybrids, Laboratory is the entire world for them, but to a hybrid named Vertā Quantin (half Artificially Made Human, half Wolfcat) unveils this lie. But it could it be…

SHE WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE?!

WEB HELL (TW: Dark humor)

8/5/2255 - The World Covered in Screens.

“WELCOME TO MODERN UTOPIA! THE MOST GYATT OHIO MEGATRONIC THEY/THEM UWU PLACE IN DA WORLD!!!!!!!! MY NAME IS FINLEY (they/them, if u m!$g3ñd3r u a h8 cr!mer)”

“T0DAY, HERE ARE [[10!]] REASONS Y U LOVE MORDEN UTOPIA!!!! :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)(( “

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In this world, you only have an illusion of humanity. You only have an illusion of decision, an illusion of freedom, an illusion of bargaining, an illusion of friends, an illusion of creativity, diluted by algorithm. You can’t escape, there’s no need to escape. YOU LOVE IT HERE…

There are a few more in the making, but that’s all for now :)

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 154 Rundown

Spy X Family: We get the finale of the big tennis tournament with these guys straight up trying to almost assassinate Loid and Fiona like luckily Loid’s wearing a bulletproof vest and they’re only rubber bullets but those still hurt don’t they? Like a bulletproof vest doesn’t mean bullets just don’t affect you but they are said to be low-velocity so maybe it doesn’t work, still they’re able to drunken first around the bullets and bbs and trap doors and wind and shit and win the match. Loid manages to convince the rocket racket guy that it was gg and he should be proud of his base skills without all the shenanigans and he’s happy about it but it seems like his sister is still on team cheaterface. Anyway the government calls the dude with the art collection and is like ‘hey yeah you can’t just give this National Treasure Nicholas Cage painting to these two random tennis supersoldiers we have no record of so we’re gonna come get it’ but luckily they’re able to pull a National Treasure of their own and swap it out with a fake. Still while Loid’s going to meet up with Yor and Anya, Fiona challenges Yor to tennis and despite being a woman that was casually deflecting rocket-powered tennis rackets she still gets that fucking scene where Genos fights Saitama and sees DEATH written all over his fist when she steps up to get hit by Yor. I mean technically the racket just breaks so that’s not really on Fiona like idk how Yor’s racket didn’t break too considering she literally hit the ball at mach 2 or some shit. Anyway turns out the painting wasn’t a national secret but a dumb little mancave stash this guy was hiding from his family (which they make it sound like he’s dead now but he’s the dude that ended the war and they make it sound like the war wasn’t that long ago given Handler fought in it so did he like jut die?) it’s a punch line of the ‘you gotta be kidding me’ variety of so ridiculous that they went that route rather than it being funny in and of itself, though it does make Loid reflect on what it takes to maintain a family so that’s a nice moment.

Inuyasha: The group finally gets back to Inuyasha’s Dad’s Grave but Inuyasha has flashbacks about his shitty childhood which probably happens a lot but these ones are making him black out so that’s not good. Meanwhile Sesshomaru shows up and finds a dead headless bird the week before Thanksgiving and Kagura’s just like ‘haha you’re too fucking late bro’. Inuyasha’s group finds Hosenki who’s now decked out in diamonds and rocking a jewel shard and they have a good talk about how Hosenki was asked by the shard to bring it here to keep it from Naraku since Inuyasha and co. are kinda doing a horrible job keeping the shards from Naraku at this point given all but like six of them are either on his person or in his lackeys. Hosenki seems pretty amicable at first but starts attacking Inuyasha when Naraku’s evil shards start corrupting him given the dude has 99% of the jewel and has been murdering people for kicks to get the jewel’s evil jacked up to 13 since before the start of the series so if you’re not Kagome or Kikyo it’s basically radiating concentrated evil at this point. Anyway given Hosenki’s covered in Diamonds and these are Anime Diamonds which unlike real diamonds don’t just fucking shatter when you smack them hard enough, the Wind Scar doesn’t work and Inuyasha is officially out of options. Kagome tries using an arrow but it doesn’t work so she tries Kikyo’s arrow but the arrow’s like ‘nuh-uh bitch’ and while Kagome’s having a mild existential crisis from being turned down by some dirty wood and feathers, Inuyasha notices that Hosenki is still trying to cover the spot Kagome hit, now this could just be to shore up more defense for the jewel shard but Inuyasha guesses right and gives a one-two of Kagome’s arrow and a wind scar to finally break through the crystals. But Hosenki’s just like ‘you motherfuckers now Naraku’s just gonna steal it at the last second like he always does’ and sucker punches Inuyasha off a cliff.

Yu Yu Hakusho: So we start off the episode with something we rarely get: an actual fucking explanation on where Kurama’s mom thinks he is. Like most of the time parents are either checked out enough or they just take the family members along on the adventure so it’s kinda nice that since Kurama’s mom is his motivation we get the actual story of what happened. So a little after Yusuke left, Kurama’s mom got remarried (and Kuwabara’s there which just kinda makes me laugh like yeah they say it’s just a small thing with family and friends but Kuwabara’s the only one still left in the human world besides Kurama and I’m just kinda picturing all the shit he can get up to at a wedding and his mom wondering why she invited her son’s school friend) meanwhile Kurama has a coverstory that he pays for their honeymoon to send them out of the country while he’s in demon world so he can be free to do his demon world shenanigans and not get found out. Like idk I feel like ‘hey mom I’m really smart so they’re gonna send me to Grammar Camp for a month to compete at Grammar or some shit’ makes a more plausible cover than a high schooler somehow paying for an international all expense month long trip. Come to think of it how DID Kurama pay for the trip? Was it just part of his deal with Spirit World for the whole exile thing? Thought Spirit World was sending them off to be exiled so they stop being stupid powerful demons lurking in the human world but Kurama specifically specified that his trip will only last a month so how are they okay with that? Maybe this is why we don’t do explanations too much, they just raise more questions. Anyway Kurama meets up with his old pal/current Third King of the Three Kings, Yomi and we get graphs of how all the power levels shake out, basically everyone who’s not one of the Kings is ridiculously insignificant competitively but as we went over last week the classes and numbers are basically meaningless because Hiei essentially murdered a hundred dudes stronger than Toguro with relative ease and I’m just not buying that. Still Yomi goes over his past with Kurama and how they were bandits and Yomi was the ‘let’s just murder everyone’ to Kurama’s Oceans Eleven heist plans and after fucking shit up and getting half their squad killed one too many times Kurama ordered a hit on Yomi which ended up blinding him but also not a very good hit because even blind and with only a scratch on him the assassin just dips at the first sign of trouble while Kurama moves on to a solo career before doing all the shit that gets him into the plot here. Meanwhile Yomi’s got Daredevil superpowers now because if you’re blind in anime you just kinda automatically get those and he kept the assassin dude basically half-dead for hundreds of years just to see the look on Kurama’s face when he brought him to him. Makes you wonder why Kurama didn’t just do it himself like he saved him a week ago and then decides to kill him when he does it again but Kurama would’ve definitely finished the job but I guess we wouldn’t have a plot then (also the place Yomi was invading was empty this time so I guess if he just didn’t go and learned his lesson he’d have been fine?) but yeah Yomi claims to have moved on but that’s a hard pill to swallow when his next words are ‘now be my secretary or I’ll murder your mom’.

Jujutsu Kaisen: The theme of this mini-arc becomes clear pretty quickly, we’re basically setting up a threat on par with the first Special Grade Spirit they fought and showing how far everyone’s come this season. Nobara gets separated from everyone and Megumi tells Yuji to go after her just like before but this time Nobara has it at least somewhat handled and Megumi ends up fighting what could be the twin of the first naked white guy they fought and realizes that Yuji awakening Sukuna basically made all the fingers that have been eaten by other spirits active and they’re only getting stronger the longer they build powers so this one’s actually stronger than the first dude. We also get a nice little scene of Megumi training with Gojo and Gojo telling him that he’s thinking like a side character and needs more main character energy, he’s too strategic and team-oriented and just needs to go Plus Ultra and figure out the details later and this lets him unlock his Domain Expansion which is basically a combination of Naruto’s Shadow Clones and Shikamaru’s Shadow Binding and turns the whole area into a shadow for him to fuck around with and bombard with shadow puppets and clones of himself which is pretty cool (Domain Expansion is also kind of like Devil Fruit Awakening in One Piece I’m realizing, wonder how that lines up like who stole that from who? XD). But yeah it’s not strong enough to actually beat the naked dude but it is distracting enough for him to get a shot off with his death claws shadow wolf thing that takes the spirits of his other beasts which is cool. He has a flashback of his sister and knows this won’t save her on its own but at least it helps and saving people is pretty cool actually I guess. Also apparently they’re Anime Siblings That Aren’t Technically Related for Reasons of Plausible Deniability ™ because his dad and her mom hooked up and fucked off after selling Megumi to Maki’s family so they could go into hiding but also while keeping him in case they ever needed to fight said family but Gojo vetos that and is like ‘I collect teenagers for a living so I’ll keep an eye on him and basically have him do the same thing without the whole slavery and body augmentation angle’ which is pretty cool of him. But yeah Megumi has successfully gotten fingered but passes out so we gotta have someone get to him before someone scoops it up off him. Meanwhile Nobara is fighting that one Stand from Diamond is Unbreakable where if anyone looks at your back you die but Yuji and his joke opponent step in and look at his Back-Pat back face and looks like this’ll be a good two on two which is good I wanna see more of Nobara’s hammer techniques and shit this’ll be fun.

Zom 100: I think this the last episode of the season? Nine is a really weird number of episodes to have in a season but it’s all Netflix has so I guess we’re done after this. Anyway the group is almost to Akira’s hometown but the road is blocked with a quarantine of zombies clogging up the tunnel so they have to go the long way around through the forest. They meet a dude who’s building a treehouse to live safely in the woods away from people (excluding the zombie animals that seem to sometimes happen, idk if that’s a rare thing or what but seems like the woods would only be MORE dangerous if the virus works on animals too) but yeah turns out he’s also building it because it was what his son wanted from him before he and his mom became zombies so it’s now his own bucket list item. I kinda like how Akira’s list kinda ends up crossing with things other people want to do before they die, like there’s even a forest metaphor about the interconnectivity of life that kind of draws this out more plainly but it’s nice that Akira doing what makes him happy makes other people happy too. Still all this child murder and trauma makes Akira think of trying to repay his parents for all their help and once they finally get to the village he’s hellbent on trying to make it up to them. Turns out his dad is a Pixar Dad and is an stern emotionally-reclusive man of few words but refreshingly instead of not understanding his son’s dreams he tells him to find the biggest one he can and chase it (something Akira has taken to heart but also is kind of losing sight of with the whole repaying parents sidequest) and also apparently he’s dying. Lastly we get a glimpse of Kanta Higurashi, a boy whose story cartoonishly mirrors Akira’s to a ridiculous degree except he’s more of the ‘fuck society, wish zombies would just destroy everything’ type you’d more likely associate with people actively wishing for a zombie apocalypse, like he even has a group of three friends and an anti-bucket list of evil shit he wants to do like he’s legit just Bizarro Akira it’s kind of funny how unsubtle it is. Anime really tends to have it out for people that don’t like the way things are, like I get it can be annoying when someone’s complaining all the time but it comes off as one of those ‘and yet you live in society, I am very smart’ memes when it’s more heavy-handed, I know Japan has a lot of systemic hatred towards NEETs and stuff how they keep making anime (itself a somewhat counterculture) about how shitty capitalism is and the answer is always to… not change anything to try and fix any systemic issues and just man up and stop being a baby about it I guess, like except in Akira’s case where society legit fell apart outside of his own doing and he’s just gonna try and be a chill dude on his own but I guess getting an anime published that’s like ‘man fuck the government here’s all the shit we should change’ would probably not go over well with said government… unless you’re One Piece and there’s literally nothing they can do about it because it’s hidden behind three layers of allegory and literally too big to fail at this point.  

Ranking of Kings: So this episode’s kind of weird because it’s one of those ‘it obviously should’ve ended here’ moments that seem to be becoming more common in anime and I know the format of season 2 is somewhat different but it’s just a really strange thing that everything’s basically wrapped up so cleanly and yet as far as I know the manga’s STILL going. So yeah we wrap-up from the wrapping up episode last week with Daida giving Bojji the throne and completing Bojji’s mission from the start, he’s too modest to accept at first but that’s nothing some fingers up his butt from Kage can’t cure (I’m not being jokingly crude on that, that’s literally what happens). It’s a really cool scene as they just kinda let it soak in that not only has Bojji grown and gained the trust of those around him, he’s also come to understand what the kingdom his father built is all about and faced its demons (literally) to learn what becoming King of it is all about. Though for some reason Kage has to be like ‘well Bojji doesn’t need my help anymore, better leave’ despite Bojji definitely needing advisors who understand his way of thinking and Kage promising to be with Bojji until the end but if he doesn’t leave then the story just over I guess and can’t have something that ends I guess. So yeah Kage sets off on his own and tries to be optimistic but the kingdom not being ablest anymore doesn’t mean it’s not still racist so he’s having a hard time of it. That is until Bojji gets permission from Hilling to give the throne back to Daida (god these people have had like three transitions of power in as many weeks, this poor kingdom they’re like ‘wait which teenager is ruling us now?’) and now he’s allowed to set off on an adventure to found his own kingdom to be king of which I guess will see him climbing up the titular Ranking of Kings once he gets a foothold on that. Also Kingbo is revived and sets Ouken free but throws his head into a fish just to be a dick… glad we kept that guy alive. I’m just kinda tired because we had such a good arc and some things were left open but the story was done but we just have a kick in the pants of ‘nope, being a king’s boring so let’s kick this can down the road a bit and keep going’ and it feels really cheap, we were done, let it end.

Vinland Saga: It’s the day of King Sweyn’s big ‘yay Fuck England’ party which is objectively the best theme for any party. Meanwhile Thorfinn’s still in the middle of his existential crisis and gets into a street fight and gets arrested. Sweyn’s just like ‘cool bros, we did good and got England, Canute and Thorkell get the best slice and then we’re gonna go fuck over Ireland’ and it’s like jesus fuck guys you JUST got done a big war take a fucking break I know you’re Vikings and war is your religion but give it a fucking rest. Askeladd has a full Death Note moment and is just like ‘haha I’m the best’ (this episode has a lot of Death Note moments where the characters monologue and their color palette changes in front of a thematic background) but Sweyn as if he was waiting for it is like ‘oh yeah but before Ireland we’re gonna fuck up Wales, all my homies hate Wales’ and it’s like why did you even say it like that, your bucket list of countries you want to pillage before you die is out of order for dramatic effect. He doesn’t know Askeladd’s from Wales so this wasn’t him trying to catch him sleeping this was legit just a disorganized speech. Though Floki notices Askeladd flinch and is prolly like ‘yeah king, keep doing that’. Meanwhile Askeladd lets Thorkell in on the details about him and is trying to figure out how to stope a war with Wales. Also Leif visits Thorfinn in jail and is like ‘bro I get you’re on a self-destructive rampage of vengeance but… how about not? That sounds fun right? Not doing that?’ He even offers to take him home and then they can go find Vinland and make Thors’ death mean something in a way that doesn’t wrack his son with turmoil and go against everything he ever stood for. Honestly if this is what gets Thorfinn to abandon revenge I’mma be a little angry because this is such an obvious course of action like I thought it’d take a little more to get him off the revenge train. Meanwhile Askeladd gets called in front of the king for his shit and the episode ends with one more monologue to himself. There’s only one episode left this season and I know season 2 is a drastically different time period so I have no fucking clue how they’ll wrap this all up but I’m gonna make a wild prediction that I could be completely wrong about but we’ll see. I’m gonna say Askeladd’s left with no other options and just rushes King Sweyn while he’s in front of him to kill him to avoid war with Wales and is subsequently killed or executed for it. Canute either manages to cut ties with Askeladd and become King or some other way of deferring blame so he doesn’t get the king’s assassination pinned on him since Askeladd’s one of his retainers. I’m gonna say Thorfinn takes Leif up on it but ultimately rejects Leif’s proposal in the end and doesn’t make it back home, instead trying to go after Askeladd one more time and go home with a clear conscience but finds Askeladd’s already dead and is left to live with the horrible empty feeling of wasting his life on murder for the past decade and being denied revenge by forces far, far beyond his control. I could be way wrong on all of that but I guess I’ll find out next week.

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Pondering my existence in this fandom...

I am not sure how much longer I am going to be here.  Personal musings under the cut.  

Okay, ramble-time.   I am still engaging as far as reblogging some art I like and reading Sweary She-Ra, which is a nice distraction.  I have not felt at all like engaging with fan theories or fanfiction ideas or any goofy fun stuff for the last several days for reasons that should be obvious to people who regularly follow this blog.  I am grieving the loss of someone very close to me and haven’t felt much like doing anything.   I’m also in the “herding cats” mode of family and friend interaction in regards to figuring out what to do with my loved one’s things and the whens and hows of a memorial service.  A weird way in which it might tenuously link back to fandom here is that it seems like we all agree to do something that is eerily similar to how I wrote clone-funerals in my original Horde-clones series.  There are definitely differences, I had clones see each other’s bodies as important to say goodbye to and we are planning to say goodbye to ashes.  However, a lot of what we are planning is more celebratory rather than grim, recognizing all of the little things that made my nephew up as a person, an individual, especially the goofy and the geeky and not a damn priest or preacher in sight (not needed, not welcome).  There is just a little bit of spookiness here in that I wrote that stuff 1-2 years ago and it makes me wonder if something in the spiritual realm (if there is one) was preparing me for something that I did not foresee.  I just wrote those stories after a thought of “what would happen with clones on Etheria post-canon in terms of remembering their fellows who lived and died without names and freedom” and they wound up being this whole entire thing in which I was contemplating my thoughts on death and it came... completely out of the blue.  These stories were not prompted by losing someone and having to deal with it.  They came before it and were like some kind of preparatory course.   And it’s some very off-canon fanfiction for a dumb cartoon.   I’ve found myself fading just a little for this fandom, even before this event.  I had lost most of my “friends” in it and was lingering on (making the new blog here) in part out of a sense of spite.  A “No, you don’t get to kick me out.”  I’ve had an awkward relationship with it, feeling like I just can’t review fanfic and art by a number of people (not just people who’ve blocked me) but over on Ao3 and such because “Okay, is this person I only ever kind of sort of knew, barely knew or even is new to the fandom going to enjoy a compliment from me, or are they going to be one of those people who erase all of my reviews?”  There are people in this fandom whom I didn’t even know / new to the fandom who didn’t see me have a meltdown who have treated me thusly - blocks review-deletion because, apparently people have talked about me, spread rumors and some people just don’t judge people for themselves.  This has left me over the past year feeling very awkward, even afraid to engage with new people in this fandom and with old hands who weren’t involved with the people I was fighting with with the “Am I bothering people?” idea, a feeling of being gatekept.  I know for a fact that the person who runs the Entrapdak fandom-events has blocked this blog (although only barely knew her), which means to see event-calendars, I’ve had to rely on reblogs by the fandom at large or my non-fandom viewer blog.  And, oh, yes, I’ve done Entrapdak-work, using the calendars out of spite.  Like “You might try to gatekeep me, I’m here, anyway.”   However, I have felt some of this spite fading.  I didn’t want to do the Entrapdak-Month (full month) this year because I’d felt a little tired for big fandom-events after doing a Legend of Zelda work prompt month and doing some of the mini-Entrapdak things. I felt like just writing what I want at my own pace and didn’t see any prompts in the collection that struck me with much inspiration.   If I had been planning on participating, I definitely would have dropped it, because of the tragedy in my life.  As it is, the one little fanfic I was working on is on hiatus indefinitely and I might take it down.  (Not that it has more than one or two readers who don’t review, as it’s a Horde-clone centric fic without Hordak and Horde Prime is only mentioned).  Also, it’s a general fic, lacking any hot Horde Prime x clones or clone on clone action (I’ve always felt a little weird in the clone-fandom for definitely not being into that).   What is more is that I am feeling ashamed right now for having too much of my life taken over by this fandom.  I got in touch with an old friend.  I hadn’t talked with her in a while because I thought she was too busy for me.  It turns out that she had avoided me because she’d thought that I’d abandoned her for this fandom. We misunderstood each other.  I got hyperfixated on She-Ra and she was not interested in it at all and I got too into my “She-Ra friends” (most of whom turned out to not be friends at all in the end) and had neglected my friendship with her.  I, in turn, had thought she had gotten too busy with her work and family-life.  I told her about my nephew because she had known him - not too well, but she’d met him.  (She reminded me that, yeah, we’d all played Cards Against Humanity together - good God, my memory’s a bunch of Swiss cheese).  We got to talking - I wanted to reconnect.  Matt was basically my best friend, a constant in my life and we’d had our insular little family and I really need to rekindle with friends / this has made me realize that I need more real friends in my life.  This friend and I used to be close before getting busy and my stupid hyperfixation drifted us apart.  She was actually mad at me.  I basically did the Entrapta “Are you mad at me?” type of speaking.  (And informed her of my autism diagnosis, which i think is pretty much why I don’t read between the lines well at all and didn’t realize that she was actively avoiding me).  This was a whole mess, but... we are talking again.  It’s horrible that it’s a death that got us back to talking, but I do want to do the things I used to do with her, like our silly Legend of Zelda / Fire Emblem Awakening roleplays, and maybe if we mutually play Kid Icarus again (fandom where we’d met) we can have something again.  Or she might realize she’s mad at me again.  I do not know.   As it is, I feel embarrassed that I’d let this fandom do this to us.  I was a bad friend to someone who was an actual, real friend who cared about me for the sake of a bunch of fake friends here, my silly shipping-interest in something she just didn’t vibe with.  Ultimately, my “friends” here scolded me when I was having clear mental health issues (and no, I am not claiming uwu victim blamelessness here, I was an asshole to some people on the Discords, but people whom I thought I was actual friends with who could clearly see I was in danger are what I’m talking about here)... And, well, I got accused of plagiarism over a mistake, continuing accusations of that after I thought the misunderstanding had been cleared up and I’d done what I was supposed to do to resolve the situation in regards to eliminating joint-fanwork, and ultimately someone infulential in the fandom doing a callout post on tumblr calling upon the entire Entrapdak fandom to not talk to me, telling everyone that I was just a manipulative bitch and insinuating that my very clear and public suicidal ideation was being faked.  In other words, my “friends” in this fandom drove me to a stay in a psychiatric hospital which... was actually more traumatizing to me than the events I am describing here.   Meanwhile, my late nephew was the one who contacted people to SAVE MY LIFE and my friend whom I was drifting away from because of the stupid fandom found out about what happened and was concerned for me and asked about me, even though she hadn’t talked to me in a while at that point.  I regret not being a better friend to her.  Reconciling might actually mean me giving up this fandom.  (No, she has nothing in particular against it, it’s just... it being a thing that sucked me away from her).   I probably will still participate some, because I like the show, the themes and the characters, but I’m realizing now that a lot of my new friends in this fandom are kind of arm’s-length friends still.  I’m not in any core friend-group and I really don’t know any of you all that well.  Certain former “friends” are absolute shit and Fuck You.  (You won’t see this, you’ve blocked me).  Some of my fandom-participation is just habit, or even a bit of spite, which is fading.   I know who my true friends are.  I have just lost one due to his health problems, which I had no control over.  I lost another one due to entirely my own fault and I’m trying to get her back.  I expect to become less and less interested in this fandom that has been incredibly painful for me as time goes on.   Thank you  / apologies for listening to my ramble if you clicked on it. 

[for-some-reason-i-can-hold-light]

(For some context, this is set about two years before the calamity. [Redacted] still goes by Glow, and also hasn’t started to transition yet. And the people talking to them here are going to refer to them with their given name, but I’m going to block it out. Also they’re all in junior high/middle school. They’d be in 9th I think, if I have my ages right.)

“Man that guy was desperate! I’m surprised you didn’t kick his ass ***!”

She rolled her eyes. “[My counselor’s been trying to help me with the anger issues. And helping me work through some of my anxiety problems. But I’m trying to keep calm.]”

Her cousin laughed. “Still, it’s weird seeing you stay so calm! You’re doing good ***.”

She glanced over at them, and smiled without thinking.

“[Thanks Barbs. I’m glad you think so.]”

Since it’s their lunch break, they go to the normal classroom they hang out in. It’s an old art room that doesn’t get used much. But it has a good view of the crystal walls on the north side of the city.

They’ve been talking for a good while now, when all of the sudden she realizes that Barbs is taking a picture.

“[OI! WHAT THE HELL?]”

Without thinking, she flips off the camera, Aura not realizing what’s happening until a second later.

There’s a pause from Aura and Barbs, both registering what’s happening. The magpie wheezes, and a moment after, Barbs laughs as well. She felt her face go bright yellow, and drew her wings in closer, making a sound of anger without really thinking about it.

“Sorry ***. You were genuinely smiling! It’s been a while since we’ve seen it. I wanted a picture.”

She’s quiet for a second. Aura shoots her a grin, and she sighs.

“[It’s fine. Just give me a heads up next time. You know I’m not a fan of getting my picture taken.]”

Barbs nods, and they continue on with their conversation.

And if her smile was a little wider, well… that was nobodies business now, was it?

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Alright! Some backstory stuff, plus tiny details I’ll mention.

As I’ve said before, Aura is the friend who’s based off a friend of mine from when I was much younger. Much like how she bullied me when we were young, Aura commits her own sort of betrayal to [Redacted], switching sides, and causing the battle that directly results in Fultein’s death. She’s M.I.A. at the end of the calamity, but the odds are she’s dead.

Barbs is another one of [Redacted]’s cousins, who’s only 6 months younger than him. The two were really close, but he’s also missing at the end of the calamity, and they haven’t found him yet. But much like Lumen, it’s up in the air if he’s actually dead.

NOW- tiny details. Much like me at this point in my life, [Redacted] has not realized that he’s trans, and has not started to transition. I’ve also given him some piercings he doesn’t wear now. He’s got snakebite piercings, which I’ve honestly wanted to get so many times but haven’t. His earrings are also different, and even though I didn’t sketch it in, he had a nose ring too, one on the side.

Also, since Aura is a magpie, I added some white streaks into her hair. And me making her a magpie might or might not be entirely out of spite for the real person, since magpies are 100% considered trash birds here where I live (they steal our peaches off our trees), and I generally don’t think of this person fondly. So I decided it fits.

[marinaratrench05]

Writing Tips :3

Not sure if this'll actually be helpful, but I've found I have some things I do when writing that help me with plots structure and beating writers block to a pulp. So, take it as you will.

1.) Treat Your Story Like a Body

Skeleton: What's the structure of the story? What shapes your setting/plot and keeps it up?

Organs: What makes things function? What is the importance of each function that makes it important and necessary to keep things running? Things may over lap or be completely separate, but all organs have a part to play (not you appendix).

Muscle: What gets the plot going? How much can things be stretched, strained and worked out without breaking things? The human body has limitations, but people can do some crazy stuff with their joints, so don't think you're too limited by your own story.

Skin: How does this all appear to others, whether an outsider or someone who knows what's going on under there? Remember, the surface doesn't reflect the inside, whether better or worse or about the same. People tend to be prettier with their guts inside them, and it's the same with a stories dirty secrets and plot twists. And the POV can drastically change the way others see things and what details are considered important.

2.) Organize Your Thoughts

I personally use an app called Novelist, which had these neat bits where I can separate stories with pictures and have segmented parts for themes and characters and such.

It's also good to have easy access to something you can write your ideas on, where it's some dialogue, a word you thinks sounds cool, or just a random idea. Don't assume you'll "remember when you wake up" because you won't. I never do... But still sleep, please.

3.) Create Ambience

Background music is my go-to when it comes to getting a certain vibe. This can be all sorts of songs either on loop or a playlist you made or found online. It doesn't even have to be traditional music! It can be sounds of rain and thunder, waves with whale sounds, or the low, ominous whistling of death incarnate... or Ghibli music, that works too.

You can also read other stories or look at pictures and art related to the vibe or fandom you're writing about. Obviously don't copy off them, but they can put you in the right headspace you help you write what you plan too.

4.) Do Research

Whenever you don't know something about what you're writing, look it up! Don't always assume you know or that it doesn't matter, because when you take the time to learn a bit more, you'll probably find something you missed, or even something interesting about it. You can even just research for fun, get some ideas flowing, maybe make a story off of something you discovered.

This is also great for vocabulary! Whenever I don't like a word or want something like it, I'll look up the meaning and click on 'more words' or 'similar words' and get some options that aren't the same thing five times in a row.

5.) Take a Break!

It's a tale as old as time, with a worn writer ignoring their health and well-being. But it's true! You're not some ninja turtle doing kick-flips in the sewer system, you're a fleshy person with moderate combat skills. So stop acting like you don't need water! You do!

Treat it like a treat to yourself, a reward system Pavlov's dog would be salivating for. This will help writing feel more rewarding if you make a point of making the experience good, both when writing and leaving it.

If the issue is writers block, you can try working on other things, whether it's things around the house, a hobby you're been itching to get to, or even working on a separate story and/or aspect of the story you're having trouble with.

That's about it. Again, I'm no expert, but my dog looks at me like I'm the best human ever, so I'm feeling a bit overconfident at the moment. Hope any of this helps!

:3

[basicblog001]

Ok. Looks like a Ghost took over my account there for a bit.

I guess I've been following the band a bit much on my other accounts that i can't help but enjoy others head cannons and fan art.

Anyways. Things have been slowly getting better, health wise. But slowly getting worse for my cat, Lily. My poor love is having major problems with her lip

Below is the image of the lip, along with my thoughts on death and burial. I put a break here incase people are triggered/hurt by such sights and musings. While sad, with an image that's difficult to look at, there's also love and life. So please. Be brave and read on.

I'd really like it if people do read everything and comment on it, or ask me questions despite it being a rough subject. Life is suffering and love. Funny that.

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So. Yeah. Looks pretty bad doesn't it. Apparently it could be eosinophilic granuloma... Or cancer of course.

I hope it's the first one. As it's treatable. If not..... Yeah. My heart can't accept what has to happen. Not yet. It's too early. She's only 13.8 years old. A spring chicken!

.... Well. Not really. She's well and truely in the elderly phase of a cats life. A lot of cats don't pass 12 years, even 10 years old is considered a good innings for a cat.

I love that cats "domesticated" themselves. It makes me feel like they're as close to equal footing an animal can get to a human animal. Dogs? As lovable as they are, they were forced into servitude. Groomed, raised, bred into the "man's best friend" role.

Less if they're an outdoor primary cat... But that really depends on where in the world you live. Around my parts in a more rural part of the western world, a well looked after indoor/outdoor cat is pretty much on par with indoor only cats. But in other parts of the world, 10 is pretty damn good.. especially if the lovable companions of old don't have access to good vet care.

Cats? Sure we've raised them and indoor cats don't have a choice in the matter... But they're as "wild" as a companion can get. Indoor/outdoor cats are actively choosing to be with us. They can and do go live somewhere else if they're not happy with their original home. Dogs? You can beat them, mistreat them and abuse their love/trust... But they'll still come back to you, because there's what they've been bred to do. Imprint on a particular person/group and never leave. Which i find sad. 10,000 odd years of servitude really changes an animal. Cats only came and decided to live with us when we settled and started to farm. It started off as a mutually beneficial arrangement, then an active decision to be with humans.

Sorry. Got off topic. My cat was an indoor/outdoor cat in her youth. Nowadays she chooses to be an indoor cat and at most goes out into my poor excuse for a catio. It's very easy for a cat to get out. But she doesn't. Because there's no need. She has safety, food and other first world comforts (like aircon during summer/winter) here. She can always go outside into the "catio" to get her sun and grass. So for the past 5 years, She's an indoor cat.

Hell, they even meow the way they do because it makes us love them more and more willing to do their bidding. Which is pretty damn cool. Apparently it triggers the same parts of our brain that a baby's cry would.

My little Lily. My love, my heart. When she passes, I'll have her cremated. When i eventually pass I have left instructions that all the other animals i have the honour of looking after will be with me forever and will get mixed into my ashes.

Then we can be turned into a block/rock of cement with a plaque with each of our names and dates. I'll do a little epithet that I'll come up with at a later date. Probably interned somewhere nice and in the bushland. Eventually enough generations will go by that no one will even know we're there along with our huge plaque saying who this rock thing is. But i get a little kick out of the thought that one day in 1,000 years someone might find us and go "wtf". Heh.

So that's what's gonna happen with Lily. I'll always keep her with me and safe along with any other friends we have. Then I'll pass one day, with instructions in my will to make sure she and our friends will be together for as long as a rock can exist.

So yeah... That's my post of the day. It's sad. True. But i feel it's full of love and joy for life.

[hellcatinnc]

Lover Pretend Review

Includes Spoilers

Eiichirou Asagi

His laugh is adorable and I can't help wanting to want to date him from the start I hate I had to wait. He has a smile and personality that just makes you want to pounce your professor I mean seriously who would not want to be mentored and seduced by this man. I squealed when I got to his route and I swear this man will be the death of me. It is hot when a man says "Good Girl" but damn this man kept saying after he was say to do something like seriously WTF... I found myself literally drooling over this man and his CG like oh there is the one with his tongue tasting his fingers. Somehow I feel like he is blocked til last because this professor is a naughty man and damn I wish you could go more in depth with that. I need a fan disk with more Eiichirou in it!!!

So this man is like the whole package I had no clue anyone would truly take my attention away from Riku & Yukito but damn everything about this man is better. He even flirts but in a almost not knowing way like when you take him food as an assistant he talks about how you would make a great wife like WHHAATT!! Even when you find out he is your brother he still wants you because he is in love with you. Like I know it may sound bad but fuck if he was gonna be in my bed and I just found that out I would shred the results act like I never saw them. anyways he is a bad boy with his naughtiness like kissing you when your asleep, or putting his arms around you at the arcade. Even at the point where you hug and kiss him and he tells you if your doing very special then you need to add more to it for the very part. Like he is in his 30s and makes these little boys seem useless. He is always dressed nice and sexy. Shoot if I could see a professor like that in my colleges I'd gladly go back to school.

Also he has his sweet and tender side like where he will get sparklers and step away from the crowd to be close to you and share your own connection. Or the fact some guys try to fuck with you and his possessiveness and protectiveness kick in and he is intimidating to the guys. Shoot this is a man that has a very dominate side and you can see it makes your mind wonder of what he could do to you. He even helps you win a stuffed animal at the arcade like this man is perfect he is definitely the man that could bring all the naughty professor vibes to play. I know alot of people hate that his is a shorter version than everyone else's route and yeah I wish it was longer however I get why its shorter to because unlike them that had to meet her and fall in love with you he already was. Him and Kazuma have already known your long enough so they dont per-say need to fall.

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Riku Nishijima

This man is sophisticated and professional but damn when he starts acting and gets passionate about his words he can captivate any heart especially with his smile. When you do his romance route you find he can be a jack of all trades. He will tease you to make you blush and be cute, he also likes the be mischievous and cheeky in his own way. He has a naughty boy side thats severely hot, he is jealous and possessive which possessive men are always hot. He likes cute things like milk and bananas together he is quiet lazy but to me I felt he was the closest to a all around guy with many sides. At some points he is the sad boy, sheltered rich kid and more. I can believe he does not get noticed as much as he should. Don't get me wrong in the beginning I didn't know if I would like him I mean yeah he is hot but he seemed to stiff.

However you find that his father being overly strict in everything he has done in acting has made him feel like this is what he has to be. His rough side the side of him you see his love of art is so adorably cute like his hair all roughed up and paint all over him yep thats hot. The mc is perfect she even admits that he is practically sexier in his real self more lazy than the prince charming façade he gives off. He can come of manipulative as well but I feel alot of that comes from his up bring from his dad to show biz itself. I feel like once you see his personality you find he is actually quiet cheeky and a bit of a naughty boy.

Like he has a good tolerance for sure the mc makes him wait like 2 years to even have sex that is absolutely crazy that poor man I mean least you know he ain't going no where when he doesn't leave in that time. I can't imagine why you would have this hot of a man at home and not want to be in bed with him. He has the cutest likes at a festival his eyes light up when it comes to eating cotton candy and for snacks he loves bananas and milk. Its kind of a cute combo and he likes being fed and he is too lazy to blow his own food. Its funny this might be red flags for some but the way he was when he admits he loves you makes sense. Like I love the end when he talks about having kids like omg this man takes my heart over and over again. He is the perfect amount of sexy, flirty, naughty, and sweet all together. to me there is no better bae or husbando in this game than him.

He knows how to be the cutest like for his birthday he talks about wanting matching tea cups absolutely adorable. I want to also take into play how his possessiveness is towards any guy however Sena just happens to get on his nerves fast with hittin on the mc. I honestly feel like if Sena pushed any harder I think Riku would punch him. His acting is amazing his artwork is too. You even get to see him with his father which is rocky but he stands up for the mc against him and anyone especially once he realizes he is in love. I love another part of the ending soon he don't mind his girl tying his hair up as if he was a little kid in how it looks to get it out of his eyes. This proves when he is in love thats it. Only thing I didn't like is they say he plans to travel when he graduates leaving her behind however if I caught it right at the very end they are practically saying that he plans to stay behind that year graduate the next when she does so they both can go overseas.

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Yukito Sena

The moment you meet this man his flirts begin but of course I love that in a love interest. Of course the MC isn't having it so when he chooses you to act with him in auditions this man takes it to a whole new level. He is sneaky and sly and down right sexy as hell. He even acts as he is groveling on the floor for you to let him kiss you and when you say ok you will be his he makes you say it all together and not as quick words. This is his slyness as a fox but oh so smooth, he has some mad game. I tell you it doesn't take long to want more of this man. The longer you play you realize there is so much more to him than modeling. Like due to his father being in showbiz and causing a image of himself as a playboy when Yukito steps into the spotlight its all people believe he is worthy of so not taken seriously. He becomes what everyone wants but yet still deep down he isn't like that. He has women who flirt and are all about him but he even admits later its more of a image or to get them more noticed in the spotlight etc.

He loves to flirt but he really is sweet about it and I think he grows to have feelings alot earlier on because finally someone sees him for more than the model and pawn everyone else sees. That being said its cute when he brings up often "Are you in love with me yet?" This is what makes it clear he is already smitten yet still trying to keep that image up. He wants and needs someone to push him and tell him when he needs to fix things and this is what makes him so intrigued with you. You can tell he does anything to get close even pretend to be your boyfriend when its supposed to push a girl away he isn't into yet you find any chance he gets he mentions oh were doing stuff like a real couple. Honestly I feel like everyone but the MC gets how in love he has fallen by this point.

The way he handles it when she blurts out they can't get any closer after he mentions wanting to kiss and then she says we can't you might be my brother. The look on his face like oh thats the only reason she didn't want to get close is because she thinks this. Don't get me wrong I think it was what the mc had to tell herself because I think she had fallen for him awhile back when she didn't expect it and all the emotions were coming to the top now. Honestly there was no way she was going back I'm afraid even if it had came out he was her brother, I do not know how long it would have kept them apart before that line would have been blurred due to both people in love with each other already.

Not gonna lie I'm glad there were a good amount of CG pictures and boy did he look hot as hell in everyone of them. I'm normally not into blondes but damn he can make any woman melt especially with that wink, smile, and look in his eyes. He is a naughty boy as well you realize that later when your together about how bad he wants you in every way. When he confesses to you he loves you and gets the reciprocation he has no problem setting it straight completely with the girl he works with that he is in no way interested or will he ever be and that he loves you. Its sweet he would make sure to do this in front of you letting you know how much you mean to him. One thing I thought was super sweet is earlier on you go out for a drink with him and he orders you a drink. Not knowing there is a meaning to that drink you just enjoy it and move on. Near the end of the story you find as you wait for him that the bartender tells you that the drink given to a woman by a man means the man is plainly saying "I'm in love with you and have fallen so fast". Like he was already trying to say it but had no idea how to.

I went in thinking he was just a flirt but he is a sweetheart underneath making it hard to get enough of him. The support you give him it seems to show that ya'll thrive so well together. I love he did everything he could to make sure he was by your side as much as he could even with his work schedule. He loves to spoil a woman he loves as well and although he would show her off in a heartbeat he also knows his job is hard and the women that make life harder would make it harder for you. He is caring, considerate and honestly the best boy yet. Also when he colors his hair dark damn this boy becomes smoking hot, and even his cute photo shoot pics and acting even when this boy is crying he makes you want to just hold him. He has such an amazing effect on not only the MC but you as you play it too.

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Kazuma Kamikubo

He is so cute when he gets flustered and yet he also knows how to be caring and sincere to you like worrying about how much sleep you have had or doing your makeup to make you feel better even though he already thinks your beautiful. He is the one who first comes out with a lie that comes back on you when he tells someone your his girlfriend because your in the wrong place at the wrong time snooping back stage. He covers your butt however he has to lie to do so. He always talks about being your big brother however it was too easy for him to snap out you were his girlfriend when he could have simply said something like sister. Then when things get complicated and everyone thinks your dating it doesn't take him long to say we should keep the lie going so things don't get to complicated at your work. He also is fast to flop down in your lap and pretend your his girlfriend. I felt like by this point in the story that he always thought of you as more than a friend but never thought he had a chance so he settled being your big brother while maybe his heart always pined for you.

He can sometimes be stubborn but he does have your best interest at heart. He will go the extra mile to make you smile and is caring of your feelings with the things he says. He honestly does connect on a deeper level I think than even others can because he has been there for so long in your life. He is like the cutest bean after he goes into pretending your his girlfriend this man puts on all breaks to the world. Granted he starts lacking at work but when you confront him since his boss comes to you about it he is so genuine. Like he goes into telling you he just wants to be on his phone looking up places he can take you as a couple. Also watching his texts to see if you need him or message him. When you ask why when he is at work and he says cause he is always thinking about you and how to make you happy. I kinda hate the MC for acting like his job is more important when this is something you don't see in many men and one of the things I love about this man. I mean yes I get the lacking at work but the conversation could have been handled differently he just wants to be a good boyfriend its sweet.

His first ideas of dating is to take you to hot springs and stargazing damn there is some deep romance in this man waiting to come out. He even goes into telling you one and only ex girlfriend didn't work out cause she said he was in love with someone else and you can guess who that person was. By this point I knew I was right from the beginning when I felt he just never thought he was good enough for you but always was in love with you. He even believes in paying for his woman on dates no half and half bullshit. He is the sweetest with wanting to do cute romantic tropes like him being early for the date and such damn he is so damn adorable. The first time you mention hanging out with any guy alone no matter the reason he asks you not and when he doesn't feel like your listening he snatches the phone and gets forceful with his voice and the word no. I'm not gonna lie he became hot as hell with the possessiveness and jealousy all together, damn boy just went from 7 on the scale of hot to a mere 15.

Even in his bad endings you get to find out that he can't see his life without you in it and doesn't want to either. Yes he is a bit competitive and selfish but I feel its from a good place because he is so afraid that he will lose you because you will leave him behind him and no longer need him. He admits he needs you in his life and that he is sorry he is weak and selfish. I find the fact he even knows when he might do things for the wrong reasons but in the end his heart is loyal and strong and would do anything for the woman he loves. The rest of the bad endings hurt me so I just don't want to go there again. However this boy right through to the end even when he loses his memory in a accident he still talks about being the man to make you happy. Like this is some loyal dedication and even in the bad endings when he didn't remember you he still wanted to marry you. The happy ending was my favorite though because he does your hair for bridal and practically tells you he is gonna marry you and he will do your hair then too. Such a sweetie he was my first in the game and I am so glad to because he was sweet, loyal, and wholesome in his own ways. He was the big brother/best friend/turned lover/boyfriend and he was sweet and caring about it. This is how a real big brother type should treat you (here's looking at you Toma from Amnesia sighs).

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Harumi Makino

You think when you first see him crying in a movie theater that he might actually be a decent guy but he rubs me wrong from the start. He is my least favorite guy and although I like tsunderes I just got more of him being withdrawn and not interested in women when I met him. As time goes on you find he is a rollercoaster like one minute you think he feels something then he shy's away and its really hard to keep up with him. His is a more hot and cold route and even though the last episode in the happy ending he was amazing it was getting to there. So between his route being boring at times and then his hot and cold made it hard to fully love him. I loved his nerdy cosplay side that shit is adorable to me. Not to mention he is hot in a nerdy way. When he does cosplay though he floored me he was so damn hot then.

It was cute later when he showed more flustering when he liked the mc. He isn't a horrible character in anyway just to me he was the one that was the hardest to get into. Once you get further in his route it does get better. Also when you see he has a naughty side omg this man can turn you on in seconds with his dominant possessive side. That was the side of him I found to be the most attractive. All in all I can't write as much about him however I do think I have seen much worse characters. Also I know he is supposed to be played 3rd but honestly nothing in his story really is that important that you really can't play any time.

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