#I am so frickin' spoiled

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Fiddle ||

Description: Curtis is a soldier from lands far away. Curtis loves to tease you. Curtis is a jerk. Curtis is your husband. You do your best to deny Curtis' existence. Curtis doesn't mind. Because Curtis knows you are a fiddle to his touch, whether you like to admit it or not.  

Pairing: Soft-Dark Army Chief!Curtis Everett | Spoiled Crown Princess!You. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Curtis Everett (sadly). This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. 

Warning(s): Soft-Dark Curtis, he's kinda crusty dusty, forced/arranged marriage, power imbalance, fluffy smut with dark undertones that gets rough, groping, making out, dumbification, degradation, self degradation, ddlg undertones, he's intimidating, pet names, infantilization, play fighting, m!dom, f!sub, unprotected p-in-v intercourse, cock riding, overstimulation, doggy style fucking, spanking, choking, hair pulling, he's a man. 

Note: Was gonna post a Sy thing tonight but it's not done yet and I am extremely tired so here's a little Curtis piece I did the other day.

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Curtis' eyes are closed as he leans his head against the edge of the tub, his huge body relaxed in the warm water while a content smile tugs at his lips. There is nowhere in this whole wide world that he would rather be than in this moment right here; relaxed after a long day of hard work and in the proximity of his dear lady. The contemptuous voice of said lady, although hostile, is music to his ears as it rings in the distance between them while she begrudgingly rubs away at one of the many dirt spots on his body with the use of a soft sponge. 

"Ugh, what do I, The Crown Princess, get?!" You are muttering to yourself like a typical naggy wife. "A fuckin–" your words lock in your throat automatically when your husband's eyebrows furrow in disapproval. "A frickin' no name foreign soldier!" You hate how he doesn't even have to open his eyes to get you to correct yourself. "While all my stupid friends– stay still!" You reprimand when one of his arms that you had extended in your direction to scrub the grime off of begins to get antsy in your lap for the sole purpose of annoying you.

Curtis chuckles and that irks you even more, as if your tiara placed on the opposite side of the tub on a little stool for whatever reason glinting at you isn't enough. 

Your husband is a jerk and he's probably rubbing your nose in the fact that despite being all-powerful after your father The King, you still have to bathe his stupid dirty body like a common wife. 

Ugh, you hate him.

"I am sorry, my love."

But you can't protest in the way that you want. 

Because your stupid father had issued a decree upon your arranged union to him. That you would only be able to keep your crown if you stayed true to your husband and kept him happy. Otherwise, the Army Chief -a stupid title held by your idiot of a husband- could usurp your future throne and do with the kingdom -and you- as he pleased. 

You hated it. 

But you loved your position more. 

However, your rascal of a husband made it even harder for you to stand him and keep up with the bargain when he asked of you cringy domestic services that made you want to punch him square in the jaw. 

But alas! 

How powerful is a damsel against her knight in shining armor? 

You continue when you have made sure that he won't try and reach for your breasts now. "... While all my stupid friends got to have dukes and nobles and aristocrats, I get a crusty dusty baldy from who knows where!" You hate how your boobs hang from the neck of your dress. 

Your depraved husband had them make a whole new wardrobe for you after your wedding. 

And the fittings and cuts on your home gowns made you want to kick him. 

He further irritates you when he lazily splashes some water on you in a playful fashion. You click your tongue at him and widen your eyes in warning even though he can't see you as you pinch his arm. "Stop it, baldy! Do you even know how long it takes to wash and style hair? Exactly!" You glanced at his buzzed head. "Stop splashing your stupid grimy water on–" you gasp, fully offended now as he remains unbothered with his eyes still comfortably shut. Water drips down your nose due to the hefty handful of the soapy water that he has just hurled right onto your face. 

"You–!" You toss the sponge into the tub angrily as you reach for his face with your claws. "You are DONE! I will end you today– AHH!" You screech when he manhandles you quicker than you can process it. The only thing you see is him opening his intelligent blue eyes before he gathers your offending hands in one of his much bigger, rougher ones and the arm that you had been cleaning wraps around your waist before you are pulled into the water. 

… You are in utter disbelief.

Your mouth falls open in shock as your eyes clench shut to suppress your rage. "How's this?" Your jaw ticks at his cocky tone. Warm water helps itself into your heavy gown and you're getting drenched by the second. You don't even struggle to try and get out because you are all too familiar with the unrelenting quality of the vice grip that he has placed on you. 

You stay quiet for a bit and just let yourself simmer in your rage while you try to think of all the reasons why you shouldn't lose your shit. 

But your husband is insufferable.

"Figured you could use some cleaning up too after a long, hard day of sulking around in luxury and jewels inside the castle" that seems to set you off in an autopilot and you begin to vehemently try and shake him off. But it's impossible to do so in the hold he has you in and that makes you even more passionate towards your resolve.

The bathwater goes splashing all around as you grunt and groan, wheezing a few seconds in by the struggle you have to put forth. Your eyebrows crease together indignantly and you kick your legs hard, pathetically weaseling against his chest with your hands locked above your head.

Curtis is no more than amused while you fume. He wordlessly holds you down with adoration in his pale blue eyes as a soft smile tugging at his bearded lips. He remains quiet and soundless until you open your mouth and then he's laughing at you. 

"Unhand me, fiend!" What? You read that in your literature lessons recently and thought it sounded cool. 

"Oh," your husband begins to shift forwards to press you against the edge of the opposite end of the tub, "but the big bad fiend fancies himself some little princess now" that's another thing you hate. 

He always tells you you're too small for big girl things and that's why you need to be taken care of. That that was also one of the reasons behind your father getting you, his only child, married to a man like him. 

That you needed a firm hand in your life that only he could provide.  

Absolutely absurd, right?! 

"I AM NOT LITT–" you suddenly freeze amid your struggle because your eyes have subconsciously flickered down to his pink chapped lips while his breath fans your mouth. You can't decide whether it's the way Curtis' chest firmly presses against yours or the way he has your arms suspended above your head in such a… big way that you inch your head upwards and mindlessly meet his lips, way too carried away by the memories of how good they feel to be rational.

As always.

The hungry way in which he kisses you back takes your breath away and both of you begin to claw and grope at each other everywhere you can like you are lovers who have met after being parted for years. The brawling couple is nowhere to be found, for a different kind of tussle has been initiated. 

Your access to him is less complicated and more pleasant because he's completely bare. But the way Curtis growls when he's kissing the length of your neck and the lovebites that he likes to leave on your tender skin indicates that he does not appreciate the barrier of your skirts between himself and you. 

"Up" he separates his lips from your jaw that he now nibbles at just enough to husk out his order. You quickly obey as you feel your arousal fill your already drenched undergarments, deciding that fighting could come later. You had the rest of your lives to do that, after all. Not that you liked to admit it when you weren't about to mount his cock. 

Curtis sits back and pulls you on his toned thighs to have no hassle access to you. You whine and grind yourself against his erection as he peels all your clothes off hurriedly, occasionally grunting under his breath when you get too rough because of your need. 

"Come here" he keeps your jewelry on but pulls and tears away everything else. Picking up your extravagant tiara from the stool, he places it on your head and you can't help but clench before rocking your hips harder against his. 

It's a silent assertion. 

An act of dominance. 

A paradox. 

You could wear the crown and have all the power in the Kingdom over every single person but your husband. 

Curtis was your regulator; your owner. 

The real master. 

You were the silly little puppet that he controlled with his cock.  

And while it never fails to offend you later, it always makes you even wetter when your bare body is pressed up against his. 

You whimper to yourself as realization dawns upon you; was this why he had the tiara placed here in his reach when you started? Did he know this was coming? Was this supposed to happen? Had your husband tricked you into becoming the wanton little thing that he always made out of you? 

You whine with a timid shake of your head as you place your hands on his broad shoulders to signal him to not move when he goes to place you under him. "W- Wanna ride…" You mumble like a baby and the tenderness of your tone has him roughly inhaling before he grabs your ass and squeezes it harshly, forcing your straddle to widen against him.

"Sure you can take it on your own, honey?" Even in your submissive state, you roll your eyes before puffing your flushed cheeks and that's how Curtis knows you are the one for him. 

"I think I know how to ride my husband's dick, thank you very much" he snorts.

"Oh, so now I am your husband, huh?" You groan and clamp one of your hands around his teasing grin as you reach into the water to position his tip against yourself. 

"I swear, you're so fuck– ow, Curty!" Your eyebrows rush to meet as you let out a high pitched throaty whine.

"Language" he warns dangerously as he glares up at where you're suddenly hugging his shoulders sensitively so his face is between your boobs. 

The combination of the apex of his dick twitching against you along with a punishing smack resounding against your wet ass had been too much for you to handle. 

You were just a fragile little baby, after all. 

"S- Sorry…" Your knees shake as you remain propped up on the top of his cock, too stuck around his monstrous girth to sink down and too needy to let go. "P- Please help, Curty" he has to raise one of his thick, dark eyebrows at that. 

"But I thought you were a big girl who knew how to ride her man's cock" shame nibbled at your blushing cheeks. 

"N- No… n- not big, Curty. P- Please… n- need you so bad" you uncomfortably shifted on the top of his cock. "P- Please help…" He hummed as he let one of his hands roughly fondle your ass cheeks, his beard feeling the soft cushions of your boobs. 

"Are you saying that you admit that you are my dumb little girl who can't do anything on her own and needs me for everything?" You nod so he moves you down but stops halfway to torture you just that bit more. "Say it" the slap he lands on your butt causes your cheeks to jiggle feverishly and you arch your back at the pain with a loud whine. 

"I- I…" You clench needily around him and feel yourself getting wetter at how great that one thick vein of his cock feels around your walls. "I admit t- that I am a stupid little girl and I can't do a- anything on my own–" you have to pause to recollect your breaking voice, the tension in your band of muscles that his rock hard cock stretches forming knots in the base of your stomach. "A- And that I need m- my hubby for everything" Curtis hums and he finally rests his back against the tub again as his hands aid your movements up and down his cock to get you to adjust to him. 

"Now thank me" you clench and feel your toes curl when he begins to pay attention to your erect boobs and his beard scratches the skin, chapped lips grazing your nubs in a way you can only describe as pleasurable. 

"Thank you!" It is breathless and erotic in tone as your hands curl around his shoulders. "Thank you for h- helping me, hubby" your hips start to work on their own now, the water that is beginning to turn cold splashing down on the floor as you slide yourself up and down his hard cock. 

"Wouldn't have been able to do it on your own, huh baby?" Curtis' teeth are sharp around one particular nipple that he had neglected the last time he was on you -which was a night before the last- and now he began his addictive mix of sucking and biting at the bud so you would be reminded of him every time anything brushed against it. 

"N- No, hubby…" The fact that your nails are digging into his hard pale skin -that doesn't get tanned no matter what, much to your confusion- but it doesn't seem to bother him as he rams up into you each time you land on his balls makes you reach for your pussy only for your hand to be smacked away. 

Uh oh.

It's a rule; your body belongs to Curtis and only he gets to touch it.

"And why is that?" Your vision gets dizzy as his tip begins to collide with your spongy bundle of sensitive nerves now, his girth having finally parted your walls enough. 

You feel yourself in a daze as you gasp down at him, one of your hands mindlessly stroking his sharp features. Curtis' body is the most stunning contrast of light and dark. His skin is white as snow -almost as though he has been carved out of frost itself- and his thick hair is nearly black. He hasn't yet disclosed to you his origins or the backstories of the many scars that litter his body. But the menace with which he wields a weapon -though he prefers not to be a soldier around you, unappreciative of you ever showing up on the field or anywhere near it- and the way your father trusts him with all of your lives sends the faintest chill of realization down your spine. 

Your husband is not as simple as the Kingdom Protector that he makes himself out to be. 

Because the ruthless way in which he shot down the person who tried to abduct you when you tried to flee your wedding makes you wonder if you even want to find out just what you open your legs to everytime you can. 

Or he wants. 

"Hm?" Curtis pulls you out of your fear inducing reverie. "Answer the question and I'll give it to you, baby" you feel your tiara slip to one side and go crooked on your wet hair when he gives you a particularly hard thrust. 

"Ugghhhheeee!" You gurgle as you throw your head back because of how he bites your nipple at the same time. You rake your mind to remember where you were, clenching hard around him when it does come back. "B- Because I am too d- dumb and my l- little pussy is too small to handle you all by myself, hubby" the profane words that would usually sting you tongue and appall you only further add to the pressure building between your hips.

You're so close.

Curtis growls and the way he begins to fuck up your pussy indicates that it's taking all of him not to change position and plunder you into the ground. 

But he never refuses the wishes of his Princess. 

His fingers finally creep to where you need him most. "That's fuckin' right" a loud moan escapes you when his thumb begins to swipe up and down your clit. "So remember that the next time you wanna argue with your man who works hard in the hot dirty field all day long so you can be a pretty little Princess in a protected Kingdom" your whole body is on fire despite the water that surrounds you. You're wet, dirty, desperate and on the very edge, the stimulation on your clit pulling at the knots in your stomach harder and harder. You're incoherent with your pleas and praises but Curtis isn't quite finished with you just yet. A firm tap thumps against the side of your head condescending as he readjusts your tiara. "Tell me you'll remember it" before he wraps his muscular arm around your waist to pull you closer again.

"I'll remember it, hubby!" You throw your head back as pleasure erupts up your womb and everywhere in your body. Your knees give out but you keep slamming yourself up and down his dick animalistically like a cock drunk nymph, placing your hands on the edges of the tub and using the grip to help move yourself. "Thank you so much!" Your ears are numb and hot, vision full of stars and neon shapes as you feel your breasts jiggle in a humiliating manner but you are too far gone to care.  

Your heart is still erratic and your hips haven't completely stopped moving when he decides to take back all the reigns of control. 

Being the simpleton that you are, you fail to realize that your husband didn't come. But that's okay. Curtis understands; little Princesses like you don't know anything but selfishness. 

It's a good thing he's a taker. 

"My turn" he breathily whispers in your ear when you have somewhat calmed down and now tiredly rest against his chest while lazily moving yourself on his cock. 

"... H- Huh?" 

A loud groan of protest escapes you when he suddenly rotates you on his cock like it's your axis, shifting onto his knees and moving you towards the opposite end of the tub. You open your eyes to see him placing your hands around the edge of the tub to hold on to, the realization of what he is about to do you causing your eyes to nearly fall out of their sockets as you sputter, too confused and fucked out to say anything substantial. 

Not that your husband would listen anyways. 

That is another rule; you are never to deprive him of anything, yourself being the top of the list of said things. 

Curtis adjusts your tiara again as he moves back to wrap his hands around your thighs to both handle you better and keep your legs that are trying to clamp together wide open for him. 

"Oh!" Your pussy clenches in defense when he begins to thrust into you.

And he isn't gentle about it either. 

"Tsk, comparing me, a husband who serves his wife with his blood and sweat to those sissy elites who have never seen a day of hard work in their lives and only know their fancy words" one of his hands pull back to come rapping down on your ass, causing you to jump with a loud whine, the action causing him to groan as well as it sends vibrations up his cock. "Well you know what, my dear?" He pulls you back by your hair to whisper in your ear. "If it comes to it, do you think those dukes and nobles and aristocrats of yours will be able to protect the honor of their ward like I did?" Fuck, another orgasm is about to force itself out of you due to the sensitive condition of your pussy. "Huh?!" Another slap has you yelling out a response as you get rammed like nothing more than a common whore.

"N- No, hubby! I am sorry, hubby!"

"You better fuckin' be" Curtis sounds fatally dangerous as he holds you to him by a new grip he has placed on the curve of your pussy from behind. "No real man ever wants the name of another on his wife's tongue" his balls clap against your ass in the most erotic way you've ever known. "Don't take my affections for granted" he begins to toy with your folds just to torture you that much more. "You're too spoiled and stupid to handle me when I get pissed, honey." 

He is breathless as he empties his load into you, cursing when the hot burst of thick liquid causes you to fall over again and you clench around him due to the sensitivity. "Look at this, baby" one of his rough hands clamp around your throat as he bends over you to fuck you harder, holding one of your thighs over his arm to allow himself deeper access. "You can't even breathe without my permission… how fucking cute" your lungs burn for air and your brain melts.

"Yes, hubby…" Is the only thing you can hear yourself muttering through the numbness as your body rocks back and forth. You can swear you knock out a couple times as your husband thoroughly fucks his orgasm out and into you. 

Then he pulls you in his arms and against his chest when he is done. 

"My hair…" His cock is hot inside your cavern as you cuddle into his chest, having been turned around again as the two of you snuggle now. 

Curtis has always told you that it's very pretty, just like all your other features. "What about it?" Your husband's own breathing is heavy as he reaches to push it out of your face. Your tiara is long gone and forgotten after it went missing during the fuck. 

"The soapy water ruined it…" You softly pout up at him. 

"I mean…" The warm and blissed out expression in his eyes is evidence that he doesn't agree nor care. Your beauty is something he always compliments with no hesitation and complete honesty. You are the prettiest sight my eyes have ever had the pleasure of beholding. It makes you roll your eyes everytime. "We can be the baldies, the two of us, hm?" You huff and glance at the ceiling tiredly. "The… baldy couple…?" He imitates the way you say it in your exact accent and you can't help but push weakly at his chest to express your dislike. "I mean," Curtis is grinning now. Uh oh, that can't be good, it never is. "Bet the tiara would look even cuter on your shiny cueball head–"

"YOU'RE SO OBSCENE, UGH!" He doesn't mind the childish fist that you land on his shoulder only to whine because his skin is too hard for your pampered little hand. 

Curtis snorts as he reaches for your hurting hand and kisses the top of it before slowly standing up with you safely tucked in his huge arms. "Only for you, honey" before he carefully removes you from his cock and hauls you over his shoulder, smacking your ass to make you squeak as he walks to the shower to get the now grimy bathwater off of the two of you. 

Your head maid shakes her head from outside your chambers as she motions for the rest of your helpers to excuse you for the day. It wouldn't be until morning that anyone would be able to get you two off of each other. 

"The Princess pretends like she doesn't know the Chief but he is the only one who has ever made her so… soft" one of the girls that basically grew up with you and was one of your good friends giggled shyly. 

"That's because she's a fiddle for the Chief, whether she wants to admit it or not" the other one rolls her eyes as they walk away from the group. 

"Perhaps that's what a comfortable marriage is" your friend muses aloud as the two girls turn the corner towards their quarters. "Being hopeless fiddles for each other in our own ways."

It was true, for it was not one sided by any means.

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Hey i dont know if you would take this as a request but can you make another Gen 0 x reader but not angst this time.Its ok if you dont and keep up the good work!

Guys I am slowing down massively, as you might be able to tell, with Lookism. Once again, I am so so sorry for my delay for requests and lack of responses.

Jinyoung Park x Reader: Jake (feat Jake)

Leans F!Reader. Soft.

"Jakey, you are frickin' adorable!" You grin, lightly pinching one of his chubby cheeks.

Little Jake grumbles at you, eyebrows creasing, lips pinched.

Then turning down.

A wobble.

A telltale sign of an incoming tantrum.

"Don't cry, look!" Jinyoung hurries to readjust Jake in his arms. Reaches into his lab coat to pull out Jake's favourite candy. He gives them a little rattle, garnering the toddler's full attention. "If you cry, you don't get these."

Two chubby hands try to snatch at them without success, "Gimme!"

"Say please."

"Gimme!"

"Please."

"GIMME!"

(Jinyoung ignores that his rudeness is almost entirely his fault for constantly spoiling him. That Jake gets away with far more than he should do with his doting uncle.)

He gives him a stern look instead this time. Showing his displeasure and disappointment at the disrespectful tone.

...Which turns out to be entirely the wrong move when Jake lets out a bloodcurdling scream. Big fat tears rolling down his face as if the world is against him, and Jinyoung and you are at the centre of it all.

So much for a sugary bribe to curb the tantrum. You think your eardrums are in danger of bursting.

"Here, here." Jinyoung sighs, taking advantage of Jake's wide open screaming mouth and drops a piece of candy into it.

It takes a moment for the sugar and delicious artificial flavours to hit. To travel from Jake's tongue up to his brain and to register that his tantrum worked.

Within seconds, the tears dry up. Jake is all toothy grins, sparkling eyes, sunshine and rainbows again.

You click your tongue in disapproval. Even if you are thankful for the wails subsiding, Jake is absolutely playing your boyfriend like a fiddle with his crocodile tears.

Worst of all, Jinyoung willingly goes along with it.

Honestly, that man is a complete sucker.

"Let's get one," he says to you minutes later as Jake is giggling and bouncing in his arms.

He's picked his moment wisely because the ringing in your ears has stopped. All you can hear is Jake's sweet, innocent laughter; all you can see is Jinyoung smiling softly at Jake, then at you.

"Sure," you roll your eyes, "We'll just go to the store and buy one."

"I'm serious." He steps closer, giving you a light nudge with his shoulder. "You and me." Eyes flickering to Jake, "A mini one of us running around."

"A mini you would be a nightmare," you mutter, stroking Jake's cheek and he looks up at you with his big brown eyes. Finding no offence this time at being fussed over. "Would be cute though."

"I know."

"I'll think about it."

Jinyoung exhales a breath of laughter.

He looks at you, really looks at you. The person he knows without a shadow of a doubt his heart belongs to. His present and his future.

A mini you or mini him would be nice. But there's no rush. You have the rest of forever.

"You're my everything," He tells you, low and hushed.

"I know." You give him a cocky smirk.

But you know, and he knows, that you mean 'you're mine too'.

[ordinaryschmuck]

Quick Thoughts on "Remember It" from X-Men '97

So I just now realized that Disney+ has rated X-Men '97 as TV-14 and...it really frickin' SHOWS with this episode.

I don't want to spoil things, mainly because I keep "Quick Thoughts" as spoiler free as possible, but like...FUCK dude. Holy hell, things went down hill quick. And you wouldn't think so, at first. Things start off relatively light enough with good fun like the X-Men getting interviewed and Nightcrawler returning to pal around with Rogue and Gambit. But slowly yet surly, the episode turns up the drama with every second.

It starts off with X-Men's usual standard: Relationship drama. Who's in love with who? Can these two still be in a relationship? How badly will Wolverine get rejected by Jean this time (Turns out, not that badly this week)? The meat of the episode is just this and I'd say MOST of it is engaging. Personally, I find the whole thing between Rogue and Magneto to be...icky. The age gap must be large between those two and feels like it was added in to twist the knife into Rogue and Gambit's tragic love story. Granted, the whole "I can't touch you" thing might not be considered a big deal in this day and age because, well, asexuality is a thing and that specific group of people might think "Oh, get over it. Physical contact isn't needed to make a relationship strong." Still, we don't need Rogue sleeping with Magneto to spice up the drama, it's already spicy.

But one thing I AM okay with is the complicated mess between Jean, Scott, and Madelyne Pryor. THIS is juicy because you can just FEEL how things can't be simple between these three, especially through Scott. The man fell in love with a girl and put a baby in her clone, you can't get more complicated. And I like that there's time dedicated to figuring out WHAT happened and WHERE to go from here. I'm so glad the show didn't just sweep the whole thing under the rug and I REALLY hope they still don't now that Madelyne MIGHT be...uh...Well...

You know how I said things went downhill quick? Well, a certain...event happens in all of this. An event with casualties, lots of blood, and bold sacrifices that left me STUNNED. It was at this specific event did I realize, "Oh, yeah, this probably SHOULD be meant for older audiences." Because, yeah, things get DARK in this event. I wouldn't say it ever gets to Invincible levels, the show NEVER goes that far. But I will say that it DOES go farther than what the original series does as well as anything Marvel has put out in recent years. Again, I won't spoil anything, but trust me when I say things are going to CHANGE with this series. I doubt the emotions would be as strong if you just watched the revival before the original series, but it is still some well-done action and drama that's perfectly executed--Oh, that was a poor choice of words...

In short, "Remember It" is DEFINITELY going to be a memorable episode...

[eliyxir]

A letter for one of my favorite character

notes. just a letter for Gojo Satoru, made after reading chapter 268 of the manga.

tags. manga spoilers (if you didn’t read already the manga than you are going to be spoiled), letter from me to gojo satoru, 596 words, not fanfiction, i do not own jjk, but i just wanted to express my feelings. eng is not my first language.

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Hi, or should I say こんにちは? Probably not, you are not going to read this anyway because…

One, you are dead.

Two? You don’t really exist, you’re a fictional character. (And I don’t know if you really know english?)

And if there is someone who reads this and it’s not Gojo Satoru, then I hope I’m not going to bore you much, and if I do and you read all of my emotions that I put into this, then I’m sorry. Let’s begin, shall we?

In chapter 268 it was revealed that you left letters for Nobara, Yuji and Megumi… They are alive and well, I know, but I still think you deserve one too. Maybe not from me but, I just needed to make one.

I want to confess that my first impression of you was not a good one. I thought you were annoying, and childish, but somehow you grew on me. A LOT. Your frickin white albino hair, and your beautiful blue eyes. And so, watching you on screen and reading about you in the manga, I started to love you.

I love you, but not in that way. You are a fictional character, and not really my type, and you are a bit old for my preference… But I still love you, as a friend, as a mentor, like a sensei. Maybe a brother? A very annoying brother. So, maybe not? Anyway…

When I first heard that you passed away, I was in shock. I couldn't believe it, the strongest… dead? But my fear came true, and so, I was depressed. I know you are just a character, but still… you deserved so much better. I think that you seem the happiest of all, when in reality you were the most broken of all. And that’s sad, and I hope you are happy now. You reunited with your friends, your people…. I’m glad. I’m glad that the burden you carried on your shoulders is now gone, and now you can end up free of responsibilities.

Tell the others I said hi, and that they worked hard, and I’m proud of them.

I am proud of you, and all you did.

You are, not was, you are a well written character. Even though you were not Gege’s favorite, you are my favorite. You are a lot of people’s favorite character of all time. And the world loves you.

You did good, you did your best and that is what is important.

You are Gojo Satoru, the strongest. You are going to remain the strongest in our hearts because you are not Gojo Satoru just because you are the strongest, you are the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo. I hope you know that, because your fans know that already.

I hope you are happy now, I hope you can rest in peace now. Even though the manga is not finished yet, I think I know that you are not coming back, Satoru. Me? I know that already, some of your fans? Not really, but I’m glad that they still have hope. I really love that.

You shall remain in our hearts as the strongest, sexiest man of Jujutsu Kaisen (sorry Nanami and Toji).

We love you Gojo, even though you are just a fictional character, even though you don’t know us, we love you because you taught us things, like you were our sensei. You helped us in so many things that you don’t know. So in the name of the fandom, I want to thank you.

Thank you Gojo Satoru,

And Rest In Peace, our blue eyed king!

[notsorryiml8]

Haven’t posted about my Kakashi-obsessed friend in some time. She just finished Kakashi Retsuden and…

“this Nanara kid is a spoiled brat, but I get it!”

“Kakashi done put that boy on a tree…wind style!”

“Aww so heartwarming when pre-sensei Minato catches baby him after pop’s funeral”

“I miss the Sharingan and apparently so does he”

“I love that he goes to Iruka for advice!”

“Love that they compare him to a wolf!! Never made a connection to his hair being wolf-colored. I do get the fanon wolf-clan thing. White Fang, wolf hair…”

“They done did my boy dirty. I want to see that fire style water mist in action with the big fire bird!! Not fair”

“Okay, so Kakashi is canon-wise (this book is canon right??) considered the hottest guy in the whole frickin’ world?! Does he know this?? Do you good-looking people know you’re good-looking??? I’ve never had that “problem” so I don’t get it.

But seriously, all the women in this rinkadink town all the way around the world, thousands of miles outside of K-town, are thirsting for this guy. Paraphrasing but Village dude even said, “bruh, with the way all these women are all over you, I thought you had to be a spy.” ☠��

“He’s so humble, but after a while it gets old - it’s not fun to have to constantly reassure someone of their awesomeness. Trust. It’s exhausting. Dude you’re awesome, own it!”

“ I get it tho, unless it’s an auto bio that I wrote, I am not reading a book about myself. And that boy keeps throwing that book in his face. I’d burn it. You know, kid gives him the book, fire style:let it burn! oh wow I don’t know what happened, guess we can’t read about the sixth Hokage anymore, real shame”

“I love that by the end Kakashi just takes it all in when interacting with his biggest fanboy has the biggest smile and even internally calls the kid a fanboy!”

“They love their liquor! For real, tho, as soon as he gets back he literally goes to a drinking party with the K-12? Dude, go home, go to sleep. For all the people who swear the man does not drink and is this really pure saint of a perfect ninja dude on some pedestal please read. He’s the one that built the bars.”

“The baby ninjas (Boruto, Sarada, and Mitsuki) are sooo cute. They love Uncle Kakashi so much! Might just finish Boruto now. I know he’s not in the manga and is only in fillers, but still…”

“He is so loved by everyone!! K-12 was so happy when he walked in, everybody just wants him around, the ninja babies literally scream when they see him and run up to him. He has fanboys around the world, the women everywhere (literally, around the world) all want him. Land of waves welcomed him with fanfare and cheering crowds. It really is a future he never saw for himself. Squee!”

“He really changed the world. Modernized things. Set up trade. Used money instead of might. Introduced technology. Maintained peace. The only one of the five great nations who didn’t believe in instantly killing enemies after the war (restrain don’t kill). He’s so unappreciated/underappreciated by Naruto fans, but is truly appreciated in the Naruto world. The first five Hokage set up the foundation, he implemented the change, Naruto maintained it (kinda sorta, but also took it for granted).”

[depression-napping]

(Sorry this is much later than I expected to post!)

Ok everyone we did it, we went to Artnia and ate the Vincent pasta and it was beautiful

Full review of Artnia below the cut ❤️

For those curious, Artnia is an official Square Enix Cafe in the middle of Shinjuku that looks like an egg. It’s a bit quieter and smaller than the Square Enix Cafe in Akihabara.

Making a Reservation

You can make a reservation if you live in Japan and have a Square Enix account, but if you don’t, there may be a few spots available for walk ins. It’s recommended to go early, when they open at 11am, to make a walk in reservation. Also, try weekdays for better luck (we went on a Monday). We dropped in at around 12pm and there was space available at 5pm, so we took it right away. They also stop serving food after 7pm I believe, but you can still order drinks.

While it is helpful to know enough Japanese to comfortably make an order, the staff is helpful, friendly, and speak sufficient English. Lots of foreigners visit because it’s a Square Enix cafe, so Japanese isn’t necessarily required.

When you walk in, you can go to the register and tell them you do not have a reservation, but want to ask if they have any space available for that day. If they do they will give you a ticket for an available time and you can come back if it’s later in the day. You can reserve for up to 4 people but you may have better luck for 1 or 2 guests only.

Note that their primary clientele is local Japanese residents, so they do not have an English menu. If you need to, you can use Google Translate’s camera function to better understand what you’re ordering. Not all ingredients are listed, so take caution if you have special dietary needs.

The FFVII Rebirth Menu is time limited and split into 2 parts. The menu items with the yellow triangles say “prior period” and ended on 4/4, so you can’t order them anymore. The ones with the green triangles say “later period” and are available from 4/5 thru 5/10. Blue corners are available throughout the duration of the event (they’re notably Cloud/Sephiroth themed of course).

But what about the pasta

Ok so on to the important part! You already know what I ordered.

Here’s the menu item description:

ヴィンセントデュアルパスタ

二色のパスタでヴィンセントの持つ二面性を表現しました。スパイシーなアラビアータと濃厚なイカスミパスタをご堪能ください。

Vincent Dual Pasta

“A two-color pasta represents the dual faceted nature that Vincent has. Please enjoy* this spicy arrabbiata and rich** squid-ink pasta.”

(*ご堪能ください　go-tannou kudasai means “please enjoy” but it also means “please feel free to satisfy yourself/to have your fill of…” I’m just gonna let ya’ll fill in the blanks on that one 😘)

( ** 濃厚 noukou (rich in taste) can also be translated as passionate hahaha)

I need to talk about the Squid-ink pasta first. It can only be described as bougie AF. Squid ink is already kind of extra. But I think it had frickin saffron ??? And edible gold leaf on top???? And I am fairly certain that in addition to like, a tiny sprinkling of Parmesan (this is obligatory for any remotely Italian meal) there was like, tiny black caviar?????

Saffron?? Caviar??? Edible gold leaf????

If you ever wondered whether Vincent would spoil the heck out of you, the answer is yes. Yes, he would. Only the best with our man ❤️

Squid ink aside, the more standard arrabbiata was also nice. As a pescatarian, I was nervous it would have meat in it, as a lot of spaghetti dishes in Japan generally contain meat. Luckily it seemed to be vegetable-based, there was like a single zucchini or eggplant slice in there somewhere 😂 (Personally, I think a meat-free option suits him better. It’s like, slightly more compassionate than straight up bolognese or something).

Arrabbiata is made with tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, and dried chili. (He pretends to be a vampire so he can get free garlic, guys) It also means “angry” in Italian (or spiciness pushed to excess). This is Square Enix basically telling you they know he is the hottest FFVII character. He’s not just hot. He’s spicy.

Ok but. Was it actually spicy? No, thankfully. Except for wasabi, Japanese cooking tends to be on the milder side anyway—but it did come with some chili peppers as a garnish, in case you want the full experience, lol.

Speaking of garnishes, what is that green thing in the middle?

It’s rosemary.

WAIT LET ME GOOGLE SOMETHING REAL QUICK

…

Oh lord did the people coming up with this concept do their research:

“Rosemary is the symbol of remembrance, friendship and love and was thus used in wedding ceremonies.” (It also has historical links to the Virgin Mary.)

That’s not just a random herb. That’s the most important part. Like?????????????? Is anyone else ok????? I’m glad I didn’t look this up in the cafe or I would have started ugly crying.

The Bottom Line

So was it good? Actually, yes! Artnia is a higher-end themed cafe than most (a lot of them get a bad rap for having barely edible food while overly relying on the fan aspects to carry the cafe). As a themed item it was close to perfect. The thought and care that went into this particular menu was apparent. I really appreciated that.

Also, this was super affordable as a meal. The yen is ��0.66 = $1 right now, so this was under $10 😭 Caviar, saffron, squid ink and gold leaf for under $10? Seriously what the heck.

(Bonus, here is a terrible photo of the only Vincent decoration I could find in the store haha. It was kind of holographic?? And attached to the bar counter so I had to squat down to take a photo with my very old phone camera. Still made my heart go dokidoki)

The other items on the special menu were also really good! Husband ordered the “Cloud Black Omelette Rice” and he said it was some of the best omuraisu he had in Japan so far. Granted we are not the biggest consumers of omuraisu, but that has to count for something. We also tried the Cait Sith Mog Box drink (REALLY good, if you like Black Sesame) and the Gold Saucer Protein Juice (highly doubt it had any protein but it was a refreshing orange juice based drink).

Plus, for every drink you order, you get a random free character coaster. Check my next post to see who I got ❤️

The special menu is ongoing until Friday, May 10! If a trip to Tokyo is in the cards for you, as an FFVII fan, I do recommend making a trip to Artnia ❤️

EDIT: I lied there is *one* Vincent figure on display and like two tiny pieces of merch (which I will post later, tumblr doesn’t like me rn)

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Unforgotten Night - final thoughts (and late to the party)

Wow. This... this was very unexpected. But - I frickin loved Unforgotten Night.

Are there trashy elements? Absolutely.

Is the BDSM ridonkulous? For sure.

Are there plot details that are hand-waved away, especially around the mafia stuff? Of course.

Does Kamol wear shoes on the bed? Tragically, yes.

But really, it's the narrative. The narrative, y'all.

Ok, here's something about me. I am an absolute sucker for stories that revolve around empathy, connection, kindness, and/or found family. That stuff hits me right in my tender squishy insides, and I love it.

So imagine my surprise in tuning in to this trashy mafia faux-bdsm BL, and discovering that the narrative is all about empathy and connection. *chef's kiss*

And of course it's all about our boy Kim. Wow, did he just take my heart and soul by the end. He's sensitive, he's stubborn, but above all he just exudes kindness and empathy.

Kamol is lost from the very first moment, and it's not hard to see why. He can handle power struggles, political leverage, and violence, but he has zero defense against pure heart.

Are you under 18 and living in his household? Kim is going to immediately adopt you and spoil you to heck.

Are you one of the long-suffering "assistants" of a uptight and perennially grumpy mafia? Kim is going to sex your boss so good that he generally chills out, and then agrees to take you all on vacation, so you can roll around in the pool together and eventually hookup into an ongoing throuple.

Are you a woman with terrible sense of self-preservation and the most broken gaydar in existence? Ok, first Kim's going to be a little bit bitchy to you. But then he's going to be kind.

Are you an adult toddler who tantrums at not getting attention and acts like an asshole at every available opportunity? Bring it! He's just going to keep offering to feed you.

Do you actually succeed at making him think his love life is over and then get him kidnapped by the enemy? Guess what, bitch, he's still going to show you more empathy than you've ever seen in your life!

But above all, it is Kim who turned this:

Into this:

What. a. King.

[mortifying-macaroni]

Okay I'll be honest with you... Being morbidly curious I opened the link to your fic not really expecting much.. having the idea that it was just going to be a vapid retelling of the Sabbat route in cqm with a Soulmate AU slapped onto it, but oh my damn stars did you prove me wrong, miss Macaroni/Vida! Your writing is so clever, descriptive and more engaging than I had first initially thought. You balance out grittiness with humor just as well as the game itself does (Mitsoda would be proud). Yesterday I finished reading all of the chapters so far in 1 sitting.

I'm in love with Gretchen's wit, her sarcasm and her occasional gaming references. Her personality is so entertaining despite her 'bratty' nature and now when I look at your art of her I have more of an appreciation towards her character than I did before going into Soul Inmates and I can say the same for the Andrei/Gretchen ship itself. Before going in I thought it was just a fun little crack ship until your writing dragged me deeper and now I've also grown attached to the idea of them as a couple (I hate and love you for it)

And may I add that I've never read any story that contains the kind of soul marks you've put in. Maybe there are some out there but I still haven't come across anything like this. Anyway, It's so interesting to see how they treat each other before and after finding out. Simply bravo for nailing the characterization of every included character and literally everything else I've read so far! Gretie and Andi earned a new fan and I'm looking forward to reading more content of them in the future <3 <3

Anon, I can't begin to express how gleeful and over frickin jubilant you've just made me!!!!! I'm SCREAMING WITH JOY and I'm also quite close to crying!!! 🥺🥺😭😭 I'm so happy and speechless that I don't even know what to say because just saying "thank you" doesn't even begin to cover it, but let me tell you just how grateful I am that you've taken the time to even give my silly monsterfucker fic a chance! It fills me with absolutely colossal joy that not only you started liking Gretchen more, but the Grandrei ship itself too! AND OMFG SHUSH! Brian Mitsoda would be rolling his eyes at my attempts to be both funny and dark. That's still very bold of you to claim that, legend (and I may end up printing out this ask and taping it to my bedroom wall beside my head for motivation). Tbh I'm also highly unsure if the kind of soul mark I implemented has been written anywhere, but I don't mind if it ends up being un-unique (also huge thank you for not spoiling the soul mark for anyone that happens to be interested in reading). Anyways, I could go on forever, but I should keep this short. Huge thank you for reading and liking my fic and my cringe crack ship. Gretchen and Andrei have been my favorite losers for 2 years now and I'm slowly entering my 3rd year of Grandrei madness. The next chap might take a while, but I hope you'll stick around regardless. LOVE YOU!!! 🖤🩷💘💝💖💗💓💞💕🖤

[licorishh]

Duuude I finally finished Rizzley's story quest (I'm late I know I've been grinding on HSR for the last two weeks cause I was way behind over there) and that got me MESSED UP man. This guy got some BAGGAGE fr-

Also. That cutscene made me feel things. The. Yeah. Yeah.

Spoilers under the cut~

The fricikn. He killed his parents??? Because they were like. Absuve?? And firkcn child slavery what??? Genshin usually tiptoes around things like this but Fontaine has just been going whole-hog with this and I kind of love it because it's making Fontaine REALLLLLLY stand out as like "No this place is crazy it looks normal and fine and all nice and high-society on the outside but it is MESSED UP here" which is really interesting narratively. I especially love how crazy they went with his story quest.

And that frickin choke slam. I stared at my monitor in silence for a good two minutes after that. That may be the single coolest thing I've ever seen in my life and it is not going to help my obsession with this dude. Why.

I am so so so glad I managed to keep myself from getting that story quest spoiled cause YEEEEEEEEESH.

I'm literally gonna be thinking about that choke slam for weeks. Also tempted to draw Wrio again but like. More. MOAR. MOREEEE

It's 2:00 AM and I need Hoyo to stop churning out these edgy dudes with emotional baggage and the single most astounding character designs you've ever seen and yteah I need a break

[starryeyedseeker]

Good stars, Tumblr friends, I need to rant.

My aunt came back from abroad and some other relatives visited. My mom's cousin brought her spoiled kid along and I just knew something was going to go wrong.

In the end, I was wrong. It was some things.

He forced me and my brother to let him play on the PS4, and broke one of the controllers (woo-hoo, extra money spent!). He yelled in our ears. He licked a cake and put his fingers in it, then got massive diarrhea and we had to drive through the city to get him diapers at 2:00 fucking AM. He tried to hit my brother and scratched me and had the nerve to look offended when I yelped. He frickin ASKED MY DAD TO LET HIM PLAY WITH HIS REAL FUCKING GUN.

I was hoping for him to be the voice of reason, but do you know what he does instead? Unclips the gun AND HANDS IT TO THE FUCKING 6 YEAR OLD AND AWE AT HIM.

AND SO DID EVERYONE ELSE. And they had the balls to act like I was a Karen because I looked really scared and said he shouldn't be doing that. Even if unclipped, he could hurt someone or himself.

Which brings me to questions: Why, why WHY do adults let kids get such passes and then say they're spoiled? Why do they let them get away with everything? Why is anyone who's being negatively affected by a kid's rowdiness 'immature' or 'selfish'? I don't want to deal with this, why are you encouraging it??

I hate this culture of spoiled kid = cute, and how so much as discouraging a kid's demand (here, holding the gun) is mean to it. I'm not saying kids should be hit or yelled, but this other extreme of just... Not disciplining them, harms everyone.

[landwriter]

“need to write this when i’ve done physical labour and am sweaty but do want to write it at some point” for the WIP asks!

Oh oh this is a fun one!

I'm not sure if it's the lack of object permanence or imagination or just sheer laziness, but I dislike writing 'out of season' or trying to evoke, like, The Bodily, in a particular way that I haven't recently experienced. I feel like the writing comes easier and turns out better when it's something that's fresh in me, yanno? I think I wanted to start working on this back in mid-November - but by then the very last of The Pre-Winter Labours like stacking firewood were weeks gone, and the weather had turned pretty frickin cool and crisp. I know the Hot Weather Toil feeling well, and instead of trying to dredge it up I was just like, eh! Another time! When I've been out suffering a bit! :D

On the WIP: short smut one-shot/collection of homoerotic vignettes of hob pre-1389 realizing he likes men, and maybe, realizing he doesn’t want to die, for the first time. tone is discovering, hot, happy, and THEN stab with knife at end (note: the knife is emotional but I won't spoil what it is)

The reason I wanna capture the feeling of physical work outdoors and the specific vibe of Hot Weather Horniness is because this sprung from @moorishflower's fic Ecdysis - a single line that planted the brainworms:

The moment when he was seventeen and watching his best friend pull his tunic over his head in a field of rye and barley, sweat beading at the small of his back, the first time he’d thought what would it taste like? A man’s skin? A man’s mouth?

Fun fact: Flower King is also the product of a line in Ecdysis. (Had to go find it: Fitting, he thinks, for a creature who looks like he’s crawled from a fairytale about ice, and princes, and the deep dark of the woods.) The devil works hard but Heather works harder <3 Thank you my darling for always being SO supportive and writing stuff that's not only brilliant and one-of-a-kind but also makes me want to write a million things. Even if I take seasons to get round to them <3

WIP asks (via random notes-to-self in them)

[evansbby]

Good morning, bestie 🥰❤️

Okay firstly never ever say sorry for taking however long to reply - have no worries, bestie!!! Seriously I know you have so many asks, I can imagine it must be the case that you answer one but then get like five more into your inbox and I know you love the interactions but I also know it actually takes a lot of effort and energy into replying and keeping up interactions, so seriously bestie have no worries at all for taking however long to reply 🫶❤️

Okay so the Ari and Bunny universe - this is one of my fave universes because they’re sooooooo cute 🥹😩🫶!!! In Sweetest Devotion Ari had shades of sweetness whilst overall he was so filthy and depraved throwing his baby bunny around, and it was HAWT 🔥 The drabble of bunny’s hobbies - it made me fall in love with them even more 🥹🫶!!! PLS he takes the best care of her and gives her the whole damn world 😭!!! I am yearning 😭 Just her sitting on his lap while they do online shopping because Ari wants to give her everything she deserves 😩😭🫶 She’s so cute and precious with her adorable scrapbook - the flowers and leaves 🥹

The mentions of Lloyd have made me curious - what is the dynamic between him and his kitten and how does the way he treats his kitten differ to how Ari treats bunny? It sounds like he’d be so frickin dark and next level depraved - but his sociopathic cruel ways have captivated me 😩🫶 If I could live two lives in this hybrid universe and be Ari’s adored baby bunny in one and Lloyd’s playtoy kitten in the other 😩🫶

- 💙

Aaahhhh I love Ari and his bunny baby so much too!! Like, they’re just the cutest!

And Lloyd is pretty cruel and sadistic towards his kitten. He’s also very strict bc he wants his kitten to be super disciplined and he takes pride in how well-trained she is. Ari’s trained his bunny pretty well too and he can be strict but mostly he’s a soft dom daddy who loves babying his little baby bunny😩😩 Lloyd thinks Ari should be stricter with bunny but Ari has the perfect balance of strictness and darkness as well as loving and doting and spoiling her!

Also, Lloyd likes to make everyone think he’s super strict with his kitten but he’s secretly soft for her too 😩😌

[lost-technology]

So, one of the blogs I follow from my main is an abridged series for another fandom. One of my other fandoms is She-Ra and the Princesses of Power and I am rather a fan of the @swearyshera blog, which is currently on the last episode. The premise is "Take the gay Netflix fairly innocent Y-7 cartoon where they weren't allowed to say fuck and have characters say fuck a lot - especially Glimmer." And then it turned into this amazing thing with added drama and interesting takes on psychology, characters with various other gimmicks such as Fouth Wall breaking, a ridiculous accent, that one who is not allowed to curse... Anyway, as part of today's postings - (without spoiling) one character sees their Dead Mom and Dead Mom encourages them to "Kick his fucking ass, twatstingler." It made me laugh a lot and it got me thinking about how much fun a Trigun version of this would be - any Trigun, original flavor or Stampede... The manga would probably be too much because it's long enough to take up an entire half-shelf of my bookshelf. It's not something I would be prepared to do, myself, because I honestly don't have any idea how to take decent screenshots and I am a scatterbrain who wouldn't have the commitment to ever finish. (Alice of Sweary She-Ra is amazing). But, putting the idea out there, I guess. Trigun abridged screenshot comic-series where, despite it being an adult / mature series, the characters curse *more* or more comically... All because that Dead Mom screenshot made me think "If this were done for Trigun, wouldn't it be frickin' hilarious if REM was the worst with the swear words?" Like, when raising the kids, she's just casual around the kids (and of course they pick up on it) and whenever Vash has visions of her, she's "How ya doin' cockwrangler?" And Milly is the second worst... just a swear fountain. (Unless a hypothetical comic artist wants to make her like SSR's version of Scorpia - "Says fuck, constantly apologizes for saying fuck"). Meryl, ironically, though very much the "Glimmer" of Trigun (short, angry, determined) ... maybe she's the one Not Allowed to Curse. Maybe she is self-aware of this, like she curses, but is constantly censored. Vash (and by extension, Knives), are the Fourth Wall Breakers because they have Plant-powers. (As interdimensional beings, they can see / hear us. As Vash gains more access to his Gate, the more aware of us he is). Wolfwood's gruff and sweary enough in canon, so maybe he's forced into Ned Flanders curses. Dumb ideas, dumb ideas. Meh, if I did go ahead and do this, maybe I would do the manga, since I know how to scan and would provide a lot of good opportunity to replace what's in the text-bubbles.

[asterias-record-shop]

I be the one who requested the stiles one with a spoiled rich reader & Ethan with a mommy kink w 21 & both of them, especially the stiles one were so good🥵😮‍💨

also can i use the 🦇 emoji if you be taking emoji anons👀😳

NO BCS YOU YOU YOUUUUUU

You have blessed my mind with so many frickin amazing thoughts. You are amazing and I swear the ideas you give me are just phenomenal.

But honestly, I really do thank you for your amazing ideas, like I am planning a full series for the stiles fic whenever I'm done with bingo!!!

AND YES YOU CAN HAVE THE BAT MY BATTY ANON WITH MUCH LOVE AND KISSES, THANK YOU!!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE FICS!!!

also; 9 is already taken by another request! any other one you're thinking for the reid request?

(also, i came up with this little nickname and tag on a whim and I thought it was cute, let me know if you don't like it!!)

[a-kaash-me-outside]

hi~~~ (◕ᴗ◕✿)

I AM BACK and oh my goodness, tori, this is gonna be a long ass ask i'm sorry in advance sjksjksjsk

first of all, i am GLAD that our friend group rn is the 3rd gym likeeee YAAASSS I WILL BE SEEING MORE OF BOKUTO!!! (and of course, akaashi, kuroo, and tsukki too) i luv luv luv akaashi's sassiness and bokuto's bluntness, the scene where samu was looking at us had me cackling oUT LOUD JSKJSSJK

and the whole convo of samu and us???? and all of us just flirting???? I WAS BLUSHING SO HARD FR FR and then samu hits us with “just the stars aligning or somethin.” PLEASE MY HEART SKIPPED A BEAT THERE SKSJKSJSK bc like that's the most romantic thing ever YET the hottest thing ever also??? bc he has his arms WRAPPED around our waist and then when we were dancing and samu's fingers were hooked into the waistband of our skirt AND THEN ghosted over the lace of our underwear??? PLEASE MY TOES WERE CURLING IT'S TOO MUCH THIS SCENE IS SO SOSOSOSO SOS GOOD but he didn't stop there when his nails scraped the soft skin of our hips I REALLY THOUGHT I WOULD DIE RIGHT THEN AND THERE OMG JUST THINKING ABOUT IT NOW JUST MAKES ME GO FERAL AAAAHHCK

and then the magical thing that we did in the bathroom (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

i won't go into full details bc i don't wanna spoil anything but DAMN did it make me scream into my pillow and kick my feet in the aIR !!!! him saying these things:

“s’pose you might need something to call out when i wreck ya, huh?”

“don’t matter to me, princess, as long as it’s coming out of your pretty mouth, you can call me whatever you want.”

“look at me, dove. you can watch later, but right now, i need to see your pretty expression as i spear ya, okay?”

MADE ME LOSE MY FRICKIN MIND FR FR HIS CONFIDENCE IS SO SOSOSOSO SOSOSO SOSOOS HOT LIKE YES, SIR, I WOULD BE GLADLY RAILED BY YOU OMFGGGGG

i was momentarily sad bc of the awkward goodbye. i thought it would be a week– no, at least a month before we see him again but nooooooo bc

AAAAAAAHHHHSHSHSHSHHS

THAT IS FREAKIN GENIUS!!!! I LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV LUV THIS TROPE SM!!!! I AM SCREAMIIINNNGGG

okay, chapter 2 :>

atsumu is so funny in this ngl he's supposed to be the eldest, right? but he acts like the youngest and i am cacKLING but then samu just told him off with a low and commanding voice, lemme tell you, my knees buckled at that moment shhshshshs and he was so!!! UURRGHH caring and accommodating!!! like he really wanted us to feel comfortable like PLEASE SIR HAVE SOME IMPERFECTIONS, WILL YA???? you can't keep raising the bar!!! i would die alone (٭°̧̧̧ω°̧̧̧٭)

i'm HONESTLY surprised that we lasted four months. like imagine, four months of that tension??? every week??? i cannot. we and samu was a saint for having that much self-restraint. but IF that were me, i wouldn't last a week. i would prolly be caught staring at him with lovey-dovey (wide blown) eyes, and given samu's personality, he would prolly take care of me if i ask him to shksdhjk and i would prolly let him take care of me if he wanted to bc i am marupok like that

AND TAKE CARE OF US HE DID. he's so good at doing it, and he looked so good at doing it.

head empty, thoughts hazy. that's it. all i could think of was how samu was manhandling us while railing us. that's it. i. was. losing. my. frickin. mind... AND THE PET NAMES !!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS !!!!!! i cannot anymore hhnnggg

i absolutely luv luv luv luv luv this fic!!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ and i'm glad that i have something to look forward to on wednesdays again~ (aside from skip and loafer) more motivation for me to keep pushing through every week!! i cannot wait to see how our emotions would develop and how it will affect our work relationship bc you know, we looooove slow burns ^^

oh! also, do you remember the time when i told you that i was a samu enthusiast before twrt??? and that i became a tsumu enthusiast when i read twrt??? yeah, you done good on pulling me back (//▽//)

i hope you have only the bestest days ahead, babe!! ily!!

megumi babe! hi! <3 <3 omg. i love the long asks YOU KNOW THAT. i highly welcome them always, never need to apologize. i am sosoosososos glad you love it and all of your kind words and AHS at me are just so appreciated. I look forward to them every week. hehehe AND GOOD YEA GOOD samu > tsumu so. you're valid for that. ilyilyily.

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Review: Clown in a Cornfield 2 - Frendo Lives! by Adam Cesare Rating: 5/5

"Frendo has a posse."

A year after the Kettle Springs massacre, people are still obsessed with the clown in the cornfield - but not for the right reasons. Now in college, Quinn Maybrook is sick of the conspiracy theories surrounding Frendo the Clown and who the real aggressors were in the Tillersons' cornfield that night. She just wants to leave it behind but the internet has other ideas.

The first book made me dizzy and ill in the best way - and the sequel has done that as well. I feel delirious and thrilled and I just can't believe Cesare frickin' did it! He built on the world and the characters so cleverly and incorporated more wonderful social commentary into this book and I really just want someone to turn these into movies even though I'd never be able to watch the violent bits.

I can't talk about my favourite part without spoiling it but I am delighted by where Quinn ended up. I loved seeing Rust and Cole's developing relationship though it did feel a bit unfinished. And I absolutely adored Jerri, the trans girl working in the movie theatre who lost her sister in the massacre but is still so full of care and compassion.

Another delicious, visceral, gut-punching horror that will keep you on your toes 'til the very last page.

Warnings: extreme violence and gore, graphic injury detail, gun violence, PTSD and some transphobia (challenged).