#I'm a bit nervous.... I've never cosplayed before

[meownotgood]

I'm going to an anime convention this weekend for my work, my outfit came today ^^

[mandarinmoons]

Hi! So what about BAU!Reader and Spencer are fresh into their relationship. Like weeks into it. Reader is just as shy and nerdy as Spencer was in early seasons. (This can be any season of Spencer) anyways it’s Spencer’s birthday and Spencer begs reader to not buy anything for him so instead she knits him a replica of Dr. Who scarf because she remembers him mentioning to Garcia he was trying to find the perfect replica for his Dr. Who cosplay (7x23 when Garcia and Spencer go to that convention) so reader, who never watched it before, watches the entire series while knitting the scarf bc she knows how much Spencer loves Dr. Who and she wanted to understand his interests more. Maybe she makes herself a matching scarf or hand warmers in the process. And then she’s like “I have a ton of questions about the series though” and pulls out a notebook of her questions as she’s asking them Spencer realizes she’s THE ONE and it’s all just fluff and two nerds in love 🥰

I've never consumed any content about Doctor Who so I'm sorry if this is a bit vague BUT the idea was so cute so I had to give it a shot x

You and Spencer were both nerds, it’s what drew you two together and keeps you both joined at the hip. Even though you two had been together for less than eight weeks, both of you had your eyes on one another for a good while. When mutual feelings were finally admitted the only thing different from before was that you got to hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek comfortably without having to worry if it’ll make the other person uncomfortable.

Spencer’s birthday was coming up and with Spencer being the way that he is, he was adamant about not letting you splurge on his big day. You were a bit annoyed by it because a part of you did want to go out and treat your special boy the way he deserved to be treated. However, you did not want to argue with him so you decided to get a bit creative.

Long before the relationship had been established, Spencer had talked about how he was searching for a replica of the Doctor Who scarf for his cosplay. Knitting was something you had learned before, although it had been quite a few years since you last picked it up, you decided to try it out again and hopefully make Spencer’s face gleam with joy.

After digging out your old knitting needles and yarn you looked up some tutorials online to familiarize yourself with your old hobbie. A few hours and some messy pathworks later, you managed to remind yourself of how everything went down and began work on the scarf. Luckily the pattern wasn’t difficult at all and as you began working away you thought about looking up the show and getting a feel for what Spencer talks about all the time.

After many weeks and countless trips to the store to get more yarn the scarf was finished and you were both excited and nervous to hand it over to Spencer. A million thoughts ran in your head as he undid the bow on the carefully packed present and removed the scarf from the paper, his eyes went wide and he was speechless for a whole minute.

“Y/N, how did you…”

“Surprise?” you chuckled and Spencer was still speechless, he ran his thumbs over the carefully knitted garment. He wrapped it over his neck and walked over to the mirror to have a closer look, his heart was melting over how you took so much time and effort to make him this. He walked over to you and placed his arms around you in a bone crushing hug which only made you laugh.

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“Like it? That doesn’t even come close to how I feel about it, I love it.”

Spencer held your cheeks as he kissed you and as you parted a thought came to your mind.

“Oh also, I watched a bit of the show!”

“Really? Did you like it?”

“Mhm, I have a few questions though, firstly…”

As you went on about your questions regarding the show Spencer stared at you while a smile crept on his face. He loved how you took interest in anything he was fascinated in, and in return he would do it with your interests as well, it was one of the ways you both showed love to one another.

Spencer guided you back to the couch, pulling you to his lap as he cleared his throat and explaining the questions you just layed out for him. You looked up at him and nodded along as he got into the topic and you were reminded of one of the reasons why you fell for him in the first place, his passion, and that same passion grew now that he had someone like you in his life.

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[mementoboni]

[part 1/3] Kaoru no Dokugen - Chapter 0: The person I admire

"It was the first time I had ever felt a sound like that, and the songs were just intense but easy to hum and listen to. I wasn't able to make such an analysis at the time, but I felt that I had come across something extraordinary."

Notes before reading:

This chapter is from Kaoru’s first book “Dokugen" released on October 2015. It is placed after Chapter 35 (the last chapter), not part of "Ongaku to Hito" magazine. You can purchase the book 👉 here.

The title is written in Kanji as "憧人" (Akogareru Hito), which means "The person I admire". (Actually, I'm not sure if this is how it's pronounced 😅)

I first translated this chapter into Traditional Chinese in 2021, but later I found that there was no English version, so I decided to translate it again into English.

The translation is divided into three parts (I didn't expect it to be so long in English…). This is the first part. 👉 part 2. & part 3.

In this part, Kaoru talks about how he got to know the music of X JAPAN (it was called "X" back then), and how much he loved HIDE that he started playing guitar and wanted to form a band.

Repost and share are welcome.🙌 This is the first time I have translated so much words into English, so please feel free to correct me if you spot any mistake or any confusing parts.☺️

Chapter 0: The person I admire

All right, now it's time to write about this. As the title says, it's about someone I've admired for a long, loooooooooooong time.

He is the guitarist of the band, which I first knew in middle school. I've written before, the first time I heard of them was recommended by a classmate, who was really into noise music.* At that time, I honestly did not accept the intense sound I had never heard before at all. However, there were a few songs on the album that I liked, and I had those songs dubbed onto tape and listened to them over and over again.

After that, the band's debut album was released on April 21, a few days after I entered high school. Somehow I ordered the band album that was totally unacceptable when I first heard it and bought it on my way home from school.

As I wrote before, I still vividly remember the first time I heard that album. I went home, sat in front of the radio cassette without taking off my uniform, opened the CD, held the booklet in my hand, and within minutes after I pressed the play button—the word "shock" could not be used to describe what I felt. Then, for about an hour, I fell into a feeling I had never felt before and I couldn't sit still. I wanted to tell someone how I felt as soon as possible. Despite these thoughts, I couldn't leave the album behind and ran out, but stayed home and listened to it over and over again from that day on.

Intense and beautiful.

It was the first time I had ever felt a sound like that, and the songs were just intense but easy to hum and listen to. I wasn't able to make such an analysis at the time, but I felt that I had come across something extraordinary. The visuals, which had only been seen as people in bizarre outfits, even came to seem super cool because of the great songs after I heard the sound, making me want to go to the live concert.

After looking up the magazine, I found out that they were having a live show in Osaka a few days later. The tickets were sold out, but I still wanted to go to the venue. I wanted to feel the atmosphere even a little bit, so I headed to the venue with all my money (5,000 yen). The venue was the former Osaka Kosei Nenkin Kaikan medium hall. There was a park in front of the venue, and I was nervous because there were a lot of people dressed in rocking styles, but not necessarily in cosplay. There were also many people selling scalped tickets, which were highly sought after. Since it was impossible to get a ticket, I went to the stalls that were selling goods. As the time for the show was approaching, the crowd around me was gradually dispersing. I saw some people putting their ears against the wall to listen to the sound leak, so I thought I'd give it a try when the show started, but I found someone who gave me a ticket and I ended up watching the live show!

That live was……………of course, X's live. Of course, the guitarist I saw there was HIDE-san. Seeing HIDE-san at this live changed my life.

To be honest, I thought X were monsters when I first saw them. Especially HIDE-san looked like an alien, not a person from this world.

After watching such a live show, I started searching for magazines with X on them. Even when I was at school, I wanted to go home early and listen to X's songs. I got deeper and deeper into them, wanting to listen to them all the time, wanting to touch X all the time.

Then, I really wanted a Mockingbird, the same guitar HIDE-san had, so I saved up my pocket money and New Year's money, and then went to a music store in Shinsaibashi Amemura, Osaka. I went to this music store because I had read in a magazine that they had Mockingbird guitars there, but in fact they did not, and I was told to make a reservation. I still wanted one, so I ordered it on the spot, but after that I didn't hear from them for a while. Six months later, when I thought maybe it had been forgotten, the shipment finally arrived and I got the Mockingbird. I was so happy that I kept touching it.

From there, I watched X's live performance in Kansai many times, and I also went to the Tokyo Dome live several times. I recorded all the TV shows with X on them; through the help of my friends, I also found and got videos of TV shows outside of Kansai. HIDE-san didn’t look like an alien on TV, he was kind of cute.

I never thought I'd be so addicted to them. There was nothing in my eyes but X and HIDE-san.

At that time, I heard that if you wrote a letter to HIDE-san and sent it with a return postcard, you would receive a reply, so I started writing immediately and sent the letter. I wrote about how I started playing the guitar after seeing HIDE-san, and that I wanted to form a band someday. Then, what a surprise! A reply came back!!!!!!!!!

(To be continued…)

Words from the translator:

When I first listened to X JAPAN's music, my feelings were similar to what Kaoru described. At the same time, I love HIDE as much as Kaoru does, even though I'm born in a world without HIDE.💗

*About the classmate who recommended noise music to Kaoru, you can read Chapter 2 of Dokugen. Here are two translations by different translators:

Chapter 2: “The transfer student who introduced me to the noisy music” by @thepriceofbeingaroseisloneliness

Chapter II. A classmate who introduced me to “noise” music by @elenalester

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part 2. & part 3. & 中文翻譯

[cure-icy-writes]

i always appreciate you coming onto my posts about cosplay and giving your 2 cents cuz i'm always nervous with fabrics. i know my way around a sewing machine and i'm good at imagining how to pull apart the finished product into pieces i need to make it,

but i can't imagine things i've never done before, and i'm HOPELESS when it comes to fabrics - i go by price and sometimes by feel lol

it's nice cuz i know you do/have done? cosplays and its like. YAY! someone at least a little bit more experienced than me is helpin out - even if it;s just by goin "hey good luck man"

aaaa, thank you! i do sometimes worry about like. coming off as pretentious. but it's something i really really love! and i'm glad i can use my knowledge to help people!

Especially if you're a tactile person. Sometimes you gotta learn by feel, by working with fabrics yourself. or by going to the fabric store and touching everything, that's also fun. anyways feel free to poke me if you have any more cosplay questions!

[theliteraryluggage]

I think your ed cosplay pictures are really great!!!

I've been to anime con events before, but i didn't have the confidence to cosplay. But i wanna try it, nothing big at first just with clothes i already have. So uh do you have any advice for a beginner cosplayer?:)

Oh, oh that is so sweet, thank you! I feel flattered that you would approach me about this! I'm not a super experienced cosplayer myself, but I'm gonna do my best to give you some pointers.

Start small--it seems you already got that one lined up! That's exactly how I started too, just using clothes from my closet and maybe a bought item here or there to make the character more recognisable. It's a good strategy because a) you get to try it out and see if you enjoy cosplaying before you put huge amounts of money into it and b) these are your clothes so chances are you already feel comfortable in them and they are familiar, might help you feel more at home.

Now this one is probably a bit dependent on each person's temperament but in the selection of your first cosplays, you can go one of two routes: either you start with a character that is already kind of similar to you/who wears fairly innocuous, everyday clothing. That might help you ease into it, might help make you feel less nervous outside on your way to the con or on public transport, because it'll draw less attention from passersby. It also gives you a slow transition into the habit of cosplaying: you'll see that people's reactions are positive and maybe it's not that scary after all, and then you can gradually go for more elaborate/attention-grabbing cosplays. This is the route I've personally taken bc I also struggled with anxiety and nerves when I first started. The second way is the complete opposite: choose a character that is very different from you/is more attention-grabbing and dive right in--wearing a character and sort of getting into their mindset can really help boost your confidence and create a firm divide between cosplay and non-cosplay that might allow you to leave behind your nerves along with your everyday clothes. That’s something I’m definitely noticing since I started cosplaying Ed—I feel so much more confident as him, I joke around more, even with strangers which I usually would never do. It’s a bit like wearing an armour (ironically), protecting you and letting less anxiety and self-doubt seep through. (This method of course is a bit restricted by point one, but you can still go for a very different style and presence without buying or making a whole elaborate fantastic cosplay)

A more practical thing: I would recommend doing cosplays where you can use your natural hair for the first few times. Wigs can be expensive, they’re a hassle, especially long ones, they take a lot of time and effort to style and maintain, they aren’t super comfortable and when you’re wearing one you’ll be constantly aware of it at first, worried about messing it up (that’s what it was like for me anyway). That’s something I would only tackle once you’ve gathered a bit of experience.

This might be obvious, but it’s one I feel strongly about: Choose a character you love. If you are passionate about the character you’re wearing, if you’re enthusiastic about the source material, that love will show when you’re cosplaying, and people will take notice. Because aren’t we doing this whole thing for the love of the characters in the end? Don't be pressured by fandom trends or what's popular right now. You want to cosplay from an obscure 90's anime that only a few people know anymore? Do it!!! The people who do know it and recognise it will be so excited.

Lastly: Always remember that cosplay is supposed to be fun! I know it’s gotten to be really intense in the last few years, with competitions everywhere and cosplayers outdoing each other with bigger, more expensive, more elaborate, more accurate, more cosplays, but unless you’re aiming to become a big-time cosplay influencer, I wouldn’t worry about that. You don’t need to have a new cosplay for each con. You don’t have to get every detail right. You don’t have to pull all nighters and exhaust yourself to finish a cosplay just because people say con crunch is a part of the “real” cosplayer experience. Just enjoy yourself, and if there’s a part of the cosplay experience you’re not enjoying, drop it. You hate wearing wigs? Then don’t. You can’t wear contacts? Leave them. Just wear your glasses if you need them. Your con experience won’t be fun if you can’t see a thing the entire time. You can’t sew and don’t have the resources to learn? Unless you’re aiming to take part in cosplay contests, bought cosplays aren’t worth any less. (Even then there are starting to be cosplay contests these days that are more about character portrayal where you can enter with bought cosplays as well). There are no hard and fast rules. There’s no wrong way to cosplay. Have fun!

There, I hope this helped you a little bit! These are all just things I can draw from my own experience of course, as someone who’s been around cons and fandom for a long time but only really started cosplaying fairly recently (2019). I’m sure other people would give you other advice, but these are the points I think are helpful.

If there are any specific questions you still have, feel free to ask and I’ll do my best to answer them. I hope your first cosplay experiences will be fantastic! 💕

[drowninginblox]

Cafe-Cosplay?

Godot x reader (pt 1 if I get the inspiration to do pt 2 )

Warnings: oblivious, fandom orientated reader, just hanging out with Godot

Although you've been to this hole-in-the-wall coffee longer than you'd like to admit, this is the first time you've noticed the cyborg sitting in the corner. 

You've sat in agony for the past hour. All over this anomaly of this cosplayer. A teal green vest hugged a crisp white dress shirt to his toned chest while black dress pants and newly polished shoes tied the ensemble together. And of course, the pièce de résistance- the visor. What looks to be a cold metal faceplate with three slots.  All emanating a red hue that you don't know whether to be intimidated or in awe by. Regardless, the craftsmanship behind this person's wardrobe is phenomenal! The problem is, you cannot place who this character is for the life of you. You’ve been in fandom spaces for years and right now, you're stumped. Most of the time you can make a damn good guess considering the amount of media you’ve seen and the osmosis of it all. But to see someone you’re truly clueless about; its absolute torture!  

You glance up from your book, probably for the 5th time since you've noticed the guy, to see he's still there, looking down at his watch. "This is ridiculous." You scold yourself. With resolution to satiate your curiosity, you take a sip of your drink for courage before getting up from your seat.

Walking over to the secluded booth was easy, but acting on your word was the hard part. You manage to introduce yourself after a moments of hesitation though. "Hi! I'm sorry for bothering you during a break-" The person you were set on slowly parted their coffee from their lips. Although their eyes weren't visible, you could feel an apprehensive glance your way. “I, uh- just wanted to say that I loved your cosplay! The craftsmanship is fantastic!" You see their shoulders ease. If just for a moment, a shudder? "I just wanted to commemorate you on it since it must've taken a while to make!" Slowly, the person set down their coffee, adjusting their posture before meeting you eye to eye. Or, as eye to eye as you could be. "Wow you're tall..." You mumbled under your breath, making the stranger smile slightly before regaining his composure. "Who are you?" They question. You chuckle slightly. "Oh-ah- I'm Y/n L/n. I'm a tailor." He stares at you for what seems like a while. Your throat goes dry in the meantime as doubt about what you were doing sets in. "Um... yeah. L-Like I said, I just wanted to say that I love the craftsmanship in your cosplay and if you don't mind me asking, who's the character your cosplaying? I'm in a lot of fandoms but I've never seen a character as interesting as this one!" You chuckle again, more nervous now than anything. The handsome stranger your chatting up laughs lightly, a smile gracing their lips. "Well, um... I guess I'm... 'cosplaying'... this, prosecutor." You couldnt help but notice him tense up at the word. Was this actually how he dressed? If so, what was the visor for? "His name is Godot. He's... god, how to describe him...?" You cock your head slightly before a lightbulb goes off in your head. "OH! Is he your character?" With that, the stranger snaps his fingers. "Yes! He is my character!" You smile wide. Thank god you were at least on the right tracK!

"Wow! I'd love to get to know him! If he dresses like this- I can only imagine what personality he has!" To that, they chuckle. "Well, he's a bit full of himself. Kind of like his coffee." They say before lifting the mug they're drinking out of. To that you chuckle, snorting in the process, making your company pause. " Crap- sorry!" You catch yourself through your laughter. "No! Don't apologize." They say, hiding their face behind the mug of coffee. You scold yourself through a smile as the stranger continues to chuckle after a hearty drink. "I've just, haven't heard someone laugh so hard they snort... not in a long time."

"What was that?" They shake their head. "Nothing of note. Don't worry about it." They look around before he looks at his watch. "I'm sorry to cut this short but, I-" they smile lightly. "Godot has to get to court." You smile at that. "Ah! I see what ya did there-! I won't keep the prosecution waiting then!" With that, They smile one last time before leaving a few bills on the table for whoever gets their disregarded mug. "It was nice to talk with you Y/n."

"You too,..." They leave you to be with that, making their way to the exit. Before they leave though, you call out to them over the otherwise silence of the cafe. "Fight for great justice!" They turn back slightly, confusion saturated their face, but they shook their head with a smile nonetheless. When he's no longer in view of the front windows you head back to your set, relaxed at the notion that you went with your gut and met someone new. "Quite the character though." You mumble with a smile.

[osamusriceballs]

Eve!!! I’ve finally finished w midterms and went straight to ur profile to catch up and read ur fics😩😩(they’re sooooo good🤍🤍) did you ever get to go to the anime convention? You must be super stoked to see fall out boy- r they one of your favorite bands? Have you been busy(w holiday season) and have you been taking care of yourself? Give me an update plz🤲🏻🤲🏻

To respond from the last time: i do have to be familiar w the products Im selling but I love working w the customers so it’s worth having to do modules to learn the products (the other day I helped a 80-smth y/o woman learn how to do her makeup- it was so heartwarming seeing her smile) my classes are both theory and practice(mostly the later)

Imma j drop this off right here: husband!Kita and you out farming in the fields during a breezy autumn day, finally deciding to take a break before the day ends and holding a little picnic- u and kita simply laughing and enjoying the time you’re able to spend together🤍🤍

-🧚🏼‍♀️(live and miss u Eve! Sending big hugs and warm smiles) (hydration check!)

PLS, YOU'RE MAKING ME BLUSH HERE, I'm glad you enjoyed the fics T.T #happytears <3

Yes, I went to the anime convention!! I cosplayed as Nami from one piece and I had such a great time! I went with a friend that I met at work a few years ago (he was a regular in a cafe where I used to work and we bonded over anime), and he brought two of his friends, and I was really nervous at first, because I usually never really hang around boys only groups, but they were so nice and kind and considerate- like asking if I needed a jacket from one of them, because it was a bit cold, they were constantly worried about my feet because I wore rather high heels and we were walking quite a lot, one of them had my hairbrush and my water in his bag and he asked multiple times if I needed something- it was crazy. They surely took really good care of me and I had a great time!! <3

And the fall out boy concert was last week, AND IT WAS SO COOL OMG T.T the trip was very tiring (5 hours with the train to Berlin and 8 hours with the bus to come home) BUT THE CONCERT ITSELF!! SO DAMN GOOD T.T I loved every second of it!! Fall out boy just remembers me of good old times that's why I wanted to see them so badly <3 are you a fan too?

But enough of me!! <3

I'm sure it's very rewarding to work with kind and nice customers, the story with the old lady is so cute, I'm sure she was really happy that you took your time and did her make up!! Did you recommend any products to her? And what products do you recommend to customers often? Do you sometimes get free samples at work? Give me the secret insider tips, I'm all here for it!! <3

I hope that you still have some free time between the theory and practice classes T.T I'm sure that it's all very time consuming. Do you get to choose some of the seminars that you have to take or are they all fixed? I hope the midterms went well, do you have a break now? <3 you surely deserve it for working so hard, I know how hard it is to study and to work part-time, it's definitely not easy, you're doing so well! <3

Oh god, it's as if you could read my mind, lately I've been fantasizing a lot about husband Kita T.T he's the man, he's the ultimate husband, he's GOALS for sure <3 just the thought of all these soft moments with him- I'm melting here <3

Being farmer Kita's wife - PLS, THAT'S A NEED T.T all the soft and cute moments in the fields- watching the sunset while holding hands, imagine how he'd watch your side profile with a fond smile on his lips and thanking every deity in this world that he gets the be the lucky man on your side T.T I'm not okay here, I need kisses from husband Kita T.T

I hope you're having a great weekend, my little sunshine, and I hope that you're doing well too!! Stay healthy and hydrated, don't overwork yourself and smile when you read this!! <3 *HUGS YOU BACK*

[limenysnocket]

Salsa Lessons

Summary: Let's take a break... to go on vacation. Since Taika is a snowflake and can't handle the cold, take a trip down south to Puerto Rico!

Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader

Warnings: SMUT-- oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dom Taika, a little bit of degradation, swearing, alcohol, (slight) public sex. 18+ ;)

A/N: One last baecation before I disappear again, and I know this'll be good. I KNOW THIS IS LATE. Like... late LATE. Forgive me.

@honorarytenenbaum @olyvoyl @whatwememeintheshadows @mrtommyshelby @dandywaititi

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"MY FACE IS ON FIRE!" Taika was panting and fanning his burning cheeks. The moms running the stand you both went to were cackling at him.

It had been a day since you both landed in Puerto Rico, and after sleeping off the jet lag and trying some of the fine dining, the first thing to do was explore the city, San Juan, from start to finish. Coincidentally, you both walked right into the outdoor market area, where fresh produce was being bought and sold everywhere. That's when Taika, the jackass, got ballsy and decided to try a pepper from one of the stands. He had been warned.

Oh well... guess you can see how that went.

To make up for the commotion caused, you bought a pineapple and a papaya from the same stand, as well as a couple of exquisitely bottled cokes. Taika was consoled, given a bit of coconut milk, and sent right back down the boardwalk. That was the first and last time he tried a freebie from a pepper stand. He was complaining about how his tongue felt (you would have thought that might make him get a little quieter and talk less), and he didn't stop until half of his bottled soda was gone. He sort of forgot about the pain after that and started looking for souvenirs.

You began your walk with him at eight in the morning, sharp. It was near noon by the time you were finished, and Taika had two big bags of fruits and veggies, exotic jewelry, tour maps, and trinkets. You were starving, and, more than once, tried to steal a kiwi from his bags but he would always manage to catch you and slap your hand away.

"They're for later!" He'd say that or make up a different excuse each time.

Taika wasn't neglectful of your hunger, in the end. He took you to a nearby restaurant after doing some searching on his phone and dropping the bags off back at the hotel room.

The restaurant was quaint, but vibrant at the same time. There were colors, dancers, and live music played on a little wooden stage just meters away. Ordering was fine, but it took some time for Taika.

"I've never seen so many things with pineapple in it! And it's not pizza, so it's bound to be good!" He seemed so excited for the food. It made you happy, but you eventually had to pick for him since the waiter was getting tired of actually having to wait.

"I have something special planned for tonight!" Taika exclaimed, the alcoholic drink of his choice being waved around in his hand. You were already reaching for the napkins, afraid he was going to spill something.

So now he tells you...

"Should I be concerned?" your first question came out with ease.

"Honey, if it's anything with me, you should always be concerned," he was smug, but the look on your face told him he needed to fix his wording. "BUT! Uhm... No, no you shouldn't be concerned about where I'm taking you. It's going to be a blast, I promise!"

"Better not be lying, Taik," you warned, and he just started to grin. That made you nervous, but you put the feeling on hold when the food came out.

Two bowls of Asopao de Pollo were placed in front of you and Taika, and they were devoured briefly in the span of thirty minutes. Extra time was added because Taika decided to add hot sauce to his. 'It's to add a kick,' he said. Yeah, whatever.

The rest of the afternoon was spent snacking, and checking out the more historical side of Puerto Rico. Abandoned forts, old canons, battle fields, you name it. It was truly a blast, even when Taika became cocky around one of the forts you visited.

It was at the Sitio Histórico de San Juan when things got... touchy. You were with a group of people, and you and Taika decided to linger around the back so if something interesting was spotted, you wouldn't have to move immediately. Little did you know, Taika was devising a, "ditch the tour guide and go make out somewhere," kind of plan.

Much to your demise, and to your pleasure, the plan worked. The tour guide hardly noticed the two of you disappear down an unknown corridor and push yourselves deep into a dark corner.

The smell was wet, ancient, and dank. Taika had you pressed up against one of the concrete walls while his hands worked their magic, lifting up the hem of your shirt and immediately grasping for your bra. You let him squeeze and grip through the fabric of it and press his body so close to yours, the waistband of his shorts was rubbing a red line across the skin of your stomach.

Your legs trembled while you completely forgot about the tour itself and your fingers started to run through his curly hair. Taika's thigh was moving to be between both of yours and he started to slowly rub the top of his against your clothed cunt. Slowly. Achingly slow.

Whimpers of his name and the sound of your tongue mixing echoed along the dank walls, and whimpers turned to moans, and moans turned into garbled sentences when his hand sunk into your underwear and sought out your clit. You tried to warn him, this was a bad idea. You could be noticed missing from the group and people could come looking for you. There could be papz right around the corner, needing a good look for a filthy headline. He didn't stop, though. He started rubbing faster, playing with you like you were some toy.

You knew he wouldn't give you anything but his fingers. Yet. Taika waited and waited, getting you closer on just clit stimulation, but just as you reached your brink, he started to pull his hand away. Dazed and confused, you looked up, your chest shaking from all the heavy breathing you had been doing. Your hands were grasping at his shirt, damn near begging to have just the tiniest bit more, but the look on his face said it all. Even through the darkness of the corridor.

"What the fuck, dude? I was so close!" You hissed at him. All he did was click his tongue and say:

"That's for later too."

The rest of the tour was dreadful to you. It was long, and hot, and dank while you found your way back to the group. Taika was nonchalantly following just a ways behind you while you consistently traveled in circles or down a corridor and through the next. As if he knew you were getting yourself lost, he eventually stepped in, and lead you back towards the entrance of the fort, where your tour group had huddled together for the last destination and for the tour guide to say goodbye. Oh well, at least you got to take in some historical views.

After one more cramped trolley ride back to the hotel later, you were utterly exhausted, but you knew your night wasn't over yet. Taika still had something planned, and it must have been on the spot this morning too. If he had planned it any further back, he would have blabbed it all out to you by now. You laid on your bed while you could, right on your stomach with your face buried into the pillow, trying to let your heavy eyes fall closed for a second, but the moment you did, you felt a large hand smack you right on the ass.

You flipped over, mad as a hornet when you looked up at Taika. You hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom.

He had dressed himself up in all black. Black button up, tucked into his black pants and pressed firm with a black belt. He looked like one of those pit musicians you'd see when you go to really good musicals with live orchestras.

"Dirty Dancing cosplay, ooor?" you nipped at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha, you're funny," the sarcasm dripped from him. He then threw a piece of (also black) clothing on. "Put that on."

The reluctance was real, but you followed his orders anyway, grumbling and griping your way through. Turns out it was a dress. A short one, at that, only going down to be just half way down your thighs, but it was comfortable enough. Luckily you had a pair of flats with a slight heel in your bag to pair with it. You had no idea where you were going with him, but you were not about to walk there in heels.

Taika was giving you "the eyes" as you walked out of the bathroom, admittedly messing with the hem of your dress to try and bring it down lower. As a result, came more cleavage that you would have liked, but oh well. At least Taika enjoyed the view.

He took the grocery bags in his hands and in the crook of his arms, and like that, it was time to go.

"We'll be late if we don't rush!" he hurried you. You knew that was just a big fat lie, and he was excited to get to wherever you were going, but you played along for as long as you could.

Taika made you go down the boardwalk again, through flourishes of people while the bags in his arms still jostled from side to side. Eventually, you stopped, just outside of a well lit building, and he took you inside.

He stepped up to a desk, signed something, and set all of the groceries down on the desk. While he did those things, you had a look around. To your left, deeper into the building and with dimmer lighting, there were tables and chairs set up. Almost all of the tables were meant for two, or for four. Before you could investigate further, Taika was back to leading you around, through a few more doors, which opened up to a big ballroom.

A few more people were waiting there, dressed almost in the same fashion as you or even a bit more flamboyantly, and obviously coupled up. Taika wrapped his arm around your waist and made you jolt.

"Care to dance?" he mused quietly and you gulped. You've got to be fucking kidding.

"You're joking," you murmured, but he wasn't, because he took you right over to the group of other couples and started conversing with them while you started to freak out quietly.

Honestly, you had never been the greatest dancer on earth. Sure, you could cut a rug from time to time, but that was in the privacy of your own home or at Taika's place if he happened to pick out a really good song worth dancing to. You knew Taika loved to see you dance, he loved to dance with you most of all, but you both never got into anything fancy.

Now was the time.

Soon, your instructors announced themselves, and the room fell mute while they introduced themselves in their very heavy Spanish accents. You stuck to Taika's side most of the time, even as the mood was set and stone. You would be learning to salsa dance. But what did this have to do with the food? You'd find out later.

To put it simply, things got... touchy. Of course, the one and only Waititi was the one touching you, wrapping his big, strong hands around your hips and making them sway back and forth, but it was personal at some point. His hips were pushed against yours most of the time, and that awakened a more primal sense.

Once the dance had been established, the lavish music and the glow of sweat and cologne heightened your senses, and the lights began to dim or flash with lavish pinks, purples, reds, yellows, and greens. You got lost in the feeling as Taika set his hands on your hips again, his warm palms making your legs ache to feel his skin touch yours. Your back was against his chest while the footwork got complicated. Focused, yet mystical.

All the couples around you, doing the same moves as you, turned to blurry blobs, and your breathing got heavier as the pace of the music piece got faster and faster. Taika's breath drew across your ear, and made you shudder. It nearly knocked you out of focus, because you bumped your hips backwards, and pushed your ass against his hips. Like a chain reaction, you felt his hands squeeze your hips a little more than he was supposed to. So, you bumped your hips back against his again, and suddenly you were whipped around by his hands, and pulled flat against his chest.

The bodies around you still writhed and moved with beauty and grace, then there was you and Taika... in the very middle of the dancefloor while a small hard on pressed against the side of your thigh. He was looking down at you, and through the darkness, just like in the corridor, you could see his expression. It was a look of want. Need.

Before anything could be done, however, the lights flashed back on, and the song had finished. Only you and Taika were out of position. The instructors paid no mind. They just clapped, as well as everyone else. Taika removed his hands from you, but made sure you were close enough to hide the little bump in his pants. You hoped there was nothing other than this, because now you really wanted to get back to the hotel room.

The couples started filing out of the room, back to where the tables and chairs were, and Taika kept you in front of him the entire time, pressed almost a little too closely to him.

"Mr. Waititi," a waitress called to him from the kitchen as you met the front desk again. "Your food has been prepared."

Taika looked at the waitress, then to you. He was debating something. You knew what, but you'd let him figure this out for himself. He was the one with the more visible problem.

"Awesome," Taika sighed, then looked down at you. "Join me for a bite real fast?" He said it through almost gritted teeth. Reluctantly... you agreed.

If it was worth it, that's for you to decide. This place had taken the groceries you bought, fruits and veggies, and made a beautiful dinner with mango kiwi sangria. With the time the lessons had taken, the chefs in the kitchen had made the perfect meal. They had even thrown in a few extra elements like chorizo and perfectly cooked rice dishes. As much as you loved the food, you couldn't forget about the need between your legs. And it was obvious Taika couldnt simply forget about his.

You would watch him squirm in his seat while he sipped on his drink, or you would find him staring at you a little more than usual, and little more intensely with each second. His eyes would gloss over, and his breathing would slow, but he'd snap out of it, only when you said something to him, or a server came out of nowhere to check on both of your meals.

Even if the dinner wasn't as romantic (although more sexually charged than you expected), you still had a fantastic time. As soon as Taika finished his dish, he paid the check and was quick to dash out the door with you at his side. Sure, you managed to have enough time to pack up what was left of your food for later, but that hardly deterred Taika's speed and agility.

The walk back to the hotel room went by faster than you thought. The crowds had started to dwindle, and lights began to dim, because all of the shops and side markets had finally closed down after a long day of work. There was just enough darkness to cover the fact that Taika had his hands all over you. All the way to your room.

The moment you touch the door handle, the frenzy began.

He closed the door with his foot, and with both hands, he grabbed your hips and slammed you against the nearest wall he could find. His lips breathed over yours, whispering dirty praises and hot needs, and his hands reached down to pull up your dress to bunch it around your waist. His hand reached between your thighs, and cupped your wet panties, just over your folds. He started to stroke it, while his lips teased over yours, never kissing you, but needing you.

His strong fingers prodded through the fabric, seeking and searching like he had done with you in the corridor of the filthy base. Filthy actions in filthy places.

You moaned for him, but he seemed busy. He continued to bunch up your dress until your stomach was exposed to him. His parched lips drug themselves down your collarbone, again, avoiding your lips, while your hand shot up into his curly hair.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, opening his dirty mouth just to use his teeth on you. He bit down on your skin, making a hiss seethe from you through your clenched jaw. "You're so fucking beautiful... making my dick so fucking hard."

You watched him kneel, the position making his pants crumple up, but the bulge in his black pants remained as prominent as ever. His nose brushed over your stomach, and you could feel his tongue prop out softly and hover over the hem of your underwear, just as well as his teeth hooking into them. Your thighs spread on their own, and he started to pull your underwear downwards.

He could see the glisten on your clit and the need drip down your thighs. His tongue poked out again, and you felt it slide across your inner thigh. It crept higher and higher,

He placed sloppy kisses along the soft flesh. The kind of kiss that you could hear. The smack and the pop from the wetness and eagerness to taste more of you and take more of you in. He needed that, and he only got more of it as he neared your core.

"Such a wet fuckin pussy, baby," he groaned and placed his tongue along the lips of your folds. His tongue drug itself along the slit, and dipped in to be right on your aching clit. He swiped his tongue back down, pushing it along your hole. Your legs began to tremble, and he began to dig in like the meal you had gotten at the restaurant only whet his appetite.

He took you seriously this time. The rough pads of his finger nimbly drifting along your hips, tracing every mark, every bump, and every hair, because he wanted to memorize this feeling. He also wanted you to remember these exact moments, when he ate your pussy out on the exotic islands of Puerto Rico.

You gripped his hair so tight, but that only pushed him further into your cunt. His nose swiped along, to add flavor to the sensation. His face, most certainly, would be dripping with you by the end of the night.

How long this went on for? You didn't know. You also didn't know it his goal was to disturb your neighbors, because you got pretty fucking for him at some point. He didn't stop until he was satisfied, and you didn't bother keeping track of how many times you had cum on his tongue. You knew he loved the taste. He loved your taste.

Eventually, you both made it back to the bed for once, after one or two earth shattering orgasms. Thighs shaking, breaths colliding, and tongues twisting. His lips touched yours and your mouth was immediately drenched in your own taste, mixed with his.

He got you out of your dress. You stripped him of his clothes. Skin met skin, and it was an instantaneous bon fire of pure, raw sex.

His hand met your throat and he pushed you against the bed while he sat between your legs, unconsciously rubbing his dick through your folds. His lips were on yours again, and he gave your throat a gentle squeeze from time to time.

"Fuck, Taik, just put it in me," you breathed desperately, and the air grew thick. Your eyes never met his. You just watched the way his hips rolled into you, and took the time to feel his scratchy hair rub against your belly each time. You were addicted.

"You're so soft..." His large hands trailed down your stomach, "I'd rather just play with you and see what would happen if I teased you some more." His snickering and plotting drew a whine from you. It sounded so pitiful, he knew you were on the edge already.

"Aw, pretty girl?" He clicked his tongue in a fake sympathetic way, "You don't like to play games, do you? That's such a shame... I thought fuck dolls loved to be played with."

"Taika," you whined again, and you started to wriggle beneath him.

Taika didn't usually mind it when you wiggled about, but something about tonight, it really pissed him off a small bit.

"You want it?" He hissed. "Fucking fine."

You nearly screamed so loud, the hotel walls would have shook, but he shoved himself in, with hardly any warning, and slapped a hand over your mouth.

"You're such a loudmouth... just shut up and take it," he muttered by your ear, and his hips wasted no time making a fool out of you. While one of his hands stayed over your mouth, the other was planted by your head, almost threateningly, and he gripped the bedsheets. If you had just turned your head a little bit, you would have seen the veins popping on his wrist.

Taika pressed his thumb right on the high of your cheekbone, keeping your mouth clamped shut harder as he lost himself in you. Fuck it, you were gone too. High as a kite as he pummeled you and fucked you up something awful.

He was making your sore already, with the intense clap of his hips that never seemed to slow. He was persistent. He was determined.

You let yourself cum for him way too many times that night, and he knew it. He would watch your eyes roll back, and the way your body would weakly tense each time, like you were recieving an electric shock to the brain. And he kept going. He kept going for a long time.

You just let him use you as the night went on, and the look of satisfaction grew more intensely each time you spilled over. It went on and on and on... until he suddenly just couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh my God," he panted, finally letting you speak out and be more vocal, but he had knocked all the breath from your lungs, so there was nothing you could say. "You're so fucking tight... so fuckin pretty, holy shit."

Taika's head rocked back and his eyes watched the ceiling. Shit. He was starting to give out. Shit, shit, shit.

He hunched back over, his thrusts becoming uneven with the ache of anxiousness and lust. It was a blissful, awful, horrible mix. Taika fucking loved it.

A grunt, a groan, and a brand new hickey to get him through it. He finally gave in, burying his face in the same shoulder he marked you on, kissing, lapping and nipping at your skin, as he came, and filled you up.

His body shook and quivered like an earthquake, and soon he felt much heavier on you. Exhaustion kicked in, and you felt like falling asleep right then and there.

You managed a hand to rub up and down his back, comfortingly, and he would let out the occasional groan in response.

"Do you have any more surprises I should be aware of?" you asked, voice hoarse and very very quiet.

"I might," Taika asked after a long pause of silence. "But those are for later..."

[galagaorbit]

Hinanami!

[im bad @ setting scenes >:[ the first part takes place @ the fountain]

Hajime couldn't focus on his game, how could he? Chiaki's had her head laid in his lap, concentrating on her game trying to beat her previous high score. Hajime's eyes kept shifting towards her, her occasional sniffles made him smile. He wanted this moment to last forever but it was getting late, they'd be kicked off of school grounds soon. "H-hey Nanami, I found this pretty cool cafe in Akihabara, would you, maybe, like to go with me?" he chuckled softly rubbing the nape of his neck. Chiaki hummed quietly, "It doubles as an arcade." Once she heard that she quickly turned her head to look up at him with stars in her eyes, "Really? I'd love to go, when! When! When!" She squirmed in his lap and giggled "Well we can go now but I doubt you'd want to go in your uniform, we should go home and change then meet up... If that's okay with you." Hajime's ears had turned red, maybe if she hadn't moved around so much in his lap he would've been able to keep it together. Chiaki shot up from his lap almost hitting him in the chin and turned to face him "I've never been very good at dating sims but I'll try my hardest to gain relationship points!"

"R-relationship points?! Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Well in every dating sim you get relationship points from dates you go on, I must've already raised enough friendship flags to start gaining relationship points." She gasps. "Unless there's actually a zombie apocalypse and this is just the filler! Now that I can handle."

"I have no idea what we're talking about right now."

"C'mon, we've got no time to lose."

She grabbed Hajime's hand and raced towards the school gate, relationship points? Dating sims? Hajime couldn't help it, he blushed at the thought of going on a date with Chiaki, what would he wear? What would he say? Should he bring flowers? His stomach churned, he was nervous.

They were outside of school property now, Hajime caught his breath "So, should I come pick you up? Or should we meet at the train station?"

"Let's meet at the station, it'll be more efficient that way. Bye now." She waved at him and started walking home, taking her DS out and walking, how does she not run into stuff? It's a mystery to him, he waved and watched her walk until she was too far to see, he pivoted and went home.

[Chiaki]

She threw her bag onto her bed and paused her game. She put her hands on her heart & blushed like mad, what would she wear? All she had was her uniform, merchandise and cosplay, what would normal girls wear? She thought about texting her classmates but then decided to trust what's dearest to her, video games. She booted up Kitty Powers' Matchmaker and Hunie pop on two monitors and started to play, after about 20 minutes she knew exactly what to do.

[Hajime]

Once he got home he flopped onto his bed, his mind was racing, what to do, what to do. He took off his uniform then stopped, he stared at his binder, would she mind? Would she care? Would she understand? He quickly put on a red long sleeve shirt, he felt plain in it so he put on a horde shirt on top, Chiaki probably plays The Horde...Right? He put on some loose jeans and as he was tucking his shirt in he remembered all those Tumblr posts about bisexual people tucking their shirts in, whatever, it doesn't matter. He finished cuffing his jeans and put on some converse, he tried sticking that one piece of hair down but no matter what he did it always shot back up.

Hajime: im walking to the station now

Chiaki: oki doki!! cant w8! >-< im omw 2!!

Soon enough he reached the station, he assumed she'd take a long time to get there but to his surprise she showed up two minutes later. Hajime's heart started racing, her cat thigh highs, her frilly skirt, her Resident Evil shirt, he felt as if his heart would explode and it almost did, Chiaki's hair was tied into two low pigtails, he didn't think she could get any cuter but there she is. Her jacket perfectly framed her breasts, he tried not to stare but his blush gave it all away. "H-hinata-kun? Do I look bad?" His staring must've made her self-conscious, he rushes to her side & hesitantly puts his hands on her shoulders. "I think you look perfect, not perfect like you're a god or something, BUT YOU'RE NOT UGLY, I've never seen you as ugly. Not that others do! I just think that- I'll s-stop talking." She giggled, "I understand, now let's go, my fingers are aching to play." She wiggled her fingers in Hajime's face.

Soon enough their train came, of course it was full, afterall it is a train to Akihabara, it's bound to be full. Hajime held the pole and held Chiaki close, she took out her handheld, muted it and played til they reached their destination.

(a/n: its considered rude to talk/make loud noise in trains in japan)

Hajime sighed a sigh of relief as he stepped off the train, having Chiaki pressed up against him drove him crazy. She turned to him "Lead the way Master Cheif!" She was beaming with excitment, Hajime chuckled and started walking towards the cafe before he audibly gasped, Chiaki intertwined their hands, she looked up at him and smiled, her smile was his kryptonite, he quickly turned away from her and sped up. "H-hey Hinata! Slow down! I can't keep up" Chiaki was tripping over her own feet and the cracks in the side walk, she puffed her cheeks at Hajime, which in his opinion only made her cuter. "I'm sorry Nanami, I just want to get there before they close yknow?"

"I get it, just slow down a bit." She chuckled and tilted her head at him.

They continued on, they didn't need to speak, just having each other around was enough. As they reached their destination Chiaki's eyes went wide, she could see all the games from the window, she bounced "Let's go Hinata-kun!" Chiaki dragged Hajime inside and once she stepped in her jaw dropped, she felt as if she was in a dream, she spun around, getting a good look at everything around her. She jumped onto Hajime "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Hajime hugged her tightly "I knew you'd like it here." "Like it? I love it? Let's go, c'mon" Chiaki dragged Hajime to the nearest game, he chuckled to himself, she's so quiet and reserved but when it comes to games, she's a completely different person. He thought to himself. Chiaki couldn't take her eyes off the screen, she was so focused that she had her tongue sticking out a bit in between her lips, Hajime wanted to poke it, but why? He had no reason to, he stared at her, he could barely focus on his own screen plus she was doing just fine without him, the flashing lights hitting Chiaki's soft skin made her seem unreal, the reflection of her screen in her eyes, the noises she'd make, it all made Hajime's heart flutter. "I'm gonna go get us some boba, what flavour do you want?" She stayed silent for a bit "Strawberry...probably." Her eyes didn't leave the screen, Hajime walked off to go get their boba. Once Hajime left, Chiaki felt lonely, why? He's still there, he just left to get some boba. Even though Hajime didn't do well with the game she still enjoyed his company, even if he was just standing their, but Chiaki didn't feel lonely for long, she soon felt two hands cover her eyes "Guess who?" She giggled and turned around, not caring about the game, Hajime handed her the boba and sipped on his "Wow, the games are great and so are the drinks" Chiaki held her cup with two hands and took a large sip. Hajime laughed to himself and leaned against the machine behind him, "I found DDR on the other side of the cafe, wanna have a competition?"

She gulped. "I'll wipe the floor with you!"

"Bring it on!"

They rushed to the DDR machine and discarded their empty cups, obviously Chiaki picked the hardest difficulty, Paranoia Survivor Max, hijinks ensued; Chiaki was getting a perfect score as always so Hajime decided to tickle her, it worked, she lost her combo & Hajime continued. Chiaki puffed her cheeks "Hajime, someone's stealing your phone!" Hajime quickly turned around and looked for his phone, Chiaki laughed as she continued to play, they decided to focus on their game however Hajime isn't the most graceful when it comes to DDR. Hajime ended up tripping on his shoelace and landed on top of Chiaki with a thud, he's seen enough anime to know that he's probably touching her breast or his face is in between her legs but no, this wasn't an anime. Even with Hajime on top of her Chiaki couldn't help but laugh, Hajime slowly lifted himself off the laughing girl. His hands were near her head, he was still on top of her but he didn't want to move, he's never heard her laugh like that, he bursted into laughter, he didn't care if people were staring, he was having fun, she was having fun. Chiaki started to snort, she tried stopping but the more she did the more she snorted, Hajime thought it was the most beautiful noise, cuter than her giggles, cuter than her hmph's, cuter than her sniffles, her unrestrained laughter was music to his ears. Once they both calmed down they got up off the floor and smiled at each other, they couldn't help it, it was so natural to them.

"I'm sleepy... Let's go home." She giggled softly as she grabbed Hajime's hand and laid her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her and hugged her close, in that moment, he felt perfect, no need for a talent, no need to be an ultimate, no insecurities, no doubts, he felt perfect... With her.

hhhh i hope u liek it! im not a writer but i tried my best!

[z-iridest]

(A/N: Okay, I haven't tried my hand at writing Attack On Titan in a while, and I've never written any on here so... I'm gonna try my best! Apologies ahead of time if the characters are out of character at all! This will be about two ocs, two sisters from our world. This will be part 1, the transfer from our world to the Attack On Titan world. If you enjoyed it, leave a like and comment to let me know you want more. Oh, and this is dedicated to @c-deftone. My friend, I hope my writing here provides as much joy to you as your writing does for me)

Attack On Titan: Warriors Soul- Part One

Our World: Present Day.....

A sharp intake of breath entered the nose of a 23 year old young woman, shortly before leaving her dark pink lips in a sigh of exasperation, her concentration on the task at hand broken. Her dark hazel eyes flicked toward the tv, a glaringly loud theme song echoing into her ears all the way from the living room of the apartment she shared with her sister. Rendering the situation to focus on her current task hopeless, she stood and walked over to the younger girl perched on the living room couch. Her dark chocolate brown hair swayed as she walked before draping over her shoulders to see her little sister's expression.

15 years younger than her sister, at only 8 years of age, was Akairi Takashiro. Akairi's chocolate brown eyes were trained on the screen before her, unmoving even as her older sister bent over the back of the couch to see her. Her hair was naturally a very beautiful golden brown, however, she had dyed it to a dark auburn that even her sister had to admit looked good on her. Due to her poor eyesight from a young age, Akairi wore glasses, though they kept slipping down her nose every now and then. Since her chocolate brown eyes were so trained on the screen, she had barely noticed when her glasses slipped down her nose again, merely squinting at the screen when her eyesight suddenly got fuzzy. Rolling her eyes, the older sister reached over and pushed the glasses back up her little sister's nose, getting her sister's attention in that moment. "Aren't you supposed to be studying?" Akairi asked her sister, getting a look of annoyance in return.

"I would be if somebody wasn't blasting the damn tv... The hell're you even watching anyway?" Her older sister asked, her hazel eyes flickering to the tv.

"Shingeki no Kyojin." Akairi answered, her eyes not leaving the scene that was unfolding before her. Kana raised an eyebrow.

"Translation? I'm not a nerd like you with this stuff, especially when it comes to cartoons..."

"Kana, I've told you a thousand times, it's anime! The art style is extremely different, not to mention the original episodes of an anime are in Japanese with English subtitles! Secondly, the correct term is otaku, not nerd! Nerds are people who are highly into stuff like Star Wars, Dungeons and Dragons, and superhero comics and go to ComiCons cosplaying as their favorite comic book characters!"

"You go to AnimeCons cosplaying your favorite characters from anime, I hardly see a difference." Kana deadpanned, gaining a look of annoyance from her younger sister. "You still didn't answer my question about the English name for this anime."

"The literal translation is Attack Giant, but the English title itself is Attack On Titan." Akairi seemed to have calmed down from her temper tantrum. Seeing no point to return to her work at that current time, Kana moved around the couch and sat down beside her sister.

"What's this even about?" Kana asked.

"Well, to put it short and sweet without any spoilers, Attack on Titan is anime about a world where humanity lives in cities behind three enormous walls that protect them from Titans. Titans are giant, humanoid creatures with a taste for human blood." Akairi summed up.

"Why do the Titans eat humans?" Kana asked. Akairi merely shrugged.

"No one knows." Akairi answered. It was silent for a minute as the girls watched the anime together before Kana spoke up again.

"What episode is this anyway?" Kana asked.

"Episode 2." Akairi replied.

"Hang on, didn't you watch this one already?"

"Yeah, but I'm waiting on season 4 to come out. I might as well refresh the story more and more to make sure I remember everything by the time season 4 premieres." The comment caused Kana to roll her eyes before something caught her eye. A Titan was charging the gate.

"Uh, Akairi? What the hell is that?" Kana asked. Akairi looked nervous.

"The Armored Titan." She answered before Kana watched as the Armored Titan broke through the wall.

"Oh, my god..." Kana murmured, finding herself thankful that it wasn't real for her or her sister. Just as the scene turned to the Armored Titan looking straight at them, the picture suddenly froze. Kana raised an eyebrow. "What'd you pause it for?" She asked, turning her head to find her sister pale in the face before looking up at her.

"I didn't pause it..."

"Why do you look like you saw a ghost? The internet connection's probably just buffering." Kana asked, trying to ease her sister and herself, but to no avail. Akairi merely pointed to the screen, showing that there was no buffering symbol. Akairi squeaked when a thunderous sound echoed in their home, the thundering sound of a giant footstep. Kana looked around. What the hell was that?

"K-Kana...." Akairi stuttered out before screaming when she looked at the screen again. Kana turned her head to the screen once more to see that the Armored Titan's eyes were glowing red, the dust cloud from the debris filling their home. Akairi was trembling, obviously scared out of her mind. Kana bit back the question of whether or not this was normal... Her sister's fear showed that it wasn't.

"Akairi..." Kana reached for her sister, but before she could grab Akairi, a strong gust of wind blew through the house, forcing the two to opposite sides of the room. Akairi was in full on panic mode as the wind suddenly started to suck them towards a portal. Thinking quickly, Akairi latched on to the strongest thing she could get her hands on, which ended up being a support beam. "Kana, help me!" She shouted over the wind. Kana struggled to move toward her sister as the beam cracked a bit, making Akairi scream.

"Akairi, hang on! I'm coming!" Kana yelled toward her sister as she continued to move. Just as the beam gave way, Kana reached Akairi, diving for her little sister's hand and grabbing it. Kana dug her heels into the floor as the wind grew stronger, as if trying to force the girls apart. Something didn't want them together.... Kana looked at the Armored Titan, the red of it's eyes gleaming through the dust. She looked down at her sister, who was slipping through her grasp despite her best efforts to hold onto the 8 year old. After years of fighting courts tooth and nail, she finally had the right to take care of Akairi, and now something was trying to tear them apart again.... She couldn't let it happen!

"I'm slipping! I can't hold on!" Akairi whimpered, Kana able to feel how much her younger sister was currently trembling.

"Akairi! I need you to promise me something!" Akairi looked up at her sister, shrieking when her hand started to slip out of Kana's grasp. "No matter what, stay alive! You hear me?! No matter what it takes, I will find you again, I promise!" Kana promised. Just as Akairi nodded, the Armored Titan's mouth opened, causing the wind to heat up and strengthen even more in power. The wind tore Akairi from her older sister's grip and sucking the two girls into the tv, the girls separated as they free fell.

No matter what it takes, I will find you again, Akairi...

I promise...

(A/N: To be continued in part 2! Hope you enjoyed it thus far, please like and comment if you want to know what happens next! From now on, the perspectives are going to switch back and forth from Kana to Akairi, Kana's starting with a journal entry after the second part)

[antigenius]

Hi there could I please have a BNHA matchup? I'm a musical theatre student and nerd- I've been doing it since I was 2 though, I specialise in ballet and pointe work so I'm quite floaty and graceful. Though, I'm a huge goofball. I'm a little shy around new people but, once I've warmed up I am playful and mischievous. I'm a cosplayer and I particularly love cosplaying disney princesses. I also play the piano. Appearance wise, I'm average: Grey eyes and chest length dark brown hair & I'm 5'3''.

Ooo! I love musicals too!! And that’s so cool! I’ve always wanted to do ballet and cosplay, I would love to see them sometime, I’m sure you look gorgeous!!

Anyway! I think you’re suited for...

Keigo Takami (Hawks)!

To be honest? I thought you might actually be good for Denki too, but then I realised that with Denki, he might not be too into someone who’s shy at first. Girls push him away easily, so he’d want someone who would be confident and flirty.

Hawks, however, is someone who would enjoy the challenge or the timidness instead of someone who has their heart on their sleeve. He’s someone who I find would quite relish the fact that he got you to smile or that he got you to laugh that snort laugh you’re insecure about.

A date with Hawks

The restaurant made you feel so… out of place. The laughs of posh higher ups with the clinking of champagne glasses made you shift and squirm in your seat. Fiddling with your dress, Keigo eyes you with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice pulled you out of your anxious trance, but you still didn’t feel all too comfortable here. The red plush chair you were sitting on, while it was velvety and lush, you just couldn’t find a good spot to angle yourself.

“Nothing, I’ve just… Never been here before.” You explain with a nervous laugh, eyes looking down at the plate in front of you. “Or really, a place like this.”

Hawks has a small smile painting itself on his lips as he lets a chuckle out of him. “You could’ve told me you don’t like it here two courses ago.”

“…The food was too good though…”

At that, he laughs even harder, holding a hand to his mouth and covering the big grin he had. To be honest, he didn’t like these places either, but it was a good place to get a grasp on someone’s personality. To see their true colours.

And he loved yours.

You had picked some of the inexpensive items on the menu, and mostly drank water (with an exception of an interesting mocktail you saw). You cared not for the rules of etiquette, but you tried all the same, daintily eating like you weren’t hungry (you were famished). You were exactly what he wanted and more.

“Come on then, let’s have dessert somewhere else.”

He takes your hand from under the table, amber eyes locking with yours. Somewhat desperate to get out of the fancy restaurant, you nod.

“Cheque please.”

The night air was crisp, light, and cool. Your dress did nothing to shield you from the soft breeze. Keigo notices your shivering and smiles to himself. He spreads his wings behind your back, wrapping it gently around your figure so that you’d be shielded from the wind. The fluffy feathers tickle the back of your neck, making you giggle.

“Thanks.”

Your appreciation floats in the air, smoky and wispy. The night lights flooded the empty streets, washing it with its comforting, yet harsh glow. Keigo looked at you. Your grey eyes had a moonlit shine against them, lips a soft red from the cold winds. Your nose had a cute red splashed on its tip, along with your chilled cheeks. You looked like a reindeer.

Up ahead, you heard singing, dancing and whoops of cheers. Coming closer to it, it was an open dancing night. The small gymnasium was having a contest on the best couple dancers. Keigo watched your eyes gleam and held your hand tightly.

“Let’s go, princess.”

You both make your way into the gymnasium. It wasn’t too crowded, and the audience was a variety of ages, from young to old. A pair in the middle were doing the waltz, one of the partners letting their other half into a dip. The crowd cheers, whistling in enthusiasm. You join in, clapping your hands together.

“You two wanting to join in?”

A middle-aged man stands behind the both of you with a friendly smile. He wore a simple, yet formal tux, along with black slacks and brown dress shoes. He looked at you both, then did a double take on Keigo before stepping back about 3 steps.

“Mr Hawks!” He yelps, making the whole crowd turn to him and gasp at his presence. “D-did we do something wrong?”

You sigh. You still weren’t used to your boyfriend being recognised wherever you guys went. Honestly, you weren’t even sure if you’d ever get used to it. Despite his fame though, you knew Keigo couldn’t escape it, so you tried your best to understand.

Keigo laughed. “Nothing’s wrong sir. My little dove and I just wanted to come along is all.”

The man breathes out. “That’s a relief.”

His wife, who had appeared after he had exclaimed the presence of your boyfriend, gave you both a kind smile. “Why don’t you both join us then? It’s no fun just watching, I’m sure you know that.”

Keigo glances over to you to get an answer. You bit your lip. Of course you liked dancing, but to dance in front of crowd was always so nerve-wracking. Yet, you nodded.

Keigo grins. “We’d love to.”

The crowd parts for you like the red sea. Your palms became sweaty and clammy, you had to calm your racing heartbeat. Keigo pressed a kiss to your head.

“Don’t worry, it’s all for fun. Don’t stress.”

You breathe.

“Yeah.”

Once it started you took a step forward and bowed. Keigo followed your actions, doing the same.  You circled each other; your gazes remained locked. Keigo places his hand on your back, your hand on his shoulder, and your free hands finally met. Together, you both danced to the music, feet in perfect sync to the beating of your heart.

As the song progressed you began to relax, allowing a small smile to form on your lips. He was perfect. His amber eyes shone with mischief and flirtatious mirth, the black dress shirt he wore going well with his red wings and gold watch. You were so lucky. So very lucky.

You felt hands sit on your waist. You furrow your eyebrows at Keigo, but he just smirks.

“Trust me.”

You blink. He was going to do something. You just nod your head, hoping it wasn’t something weird.

With a single beat of his wings, he tosses you into the air, catching you off-guard, but he caught you again as you were just about to fall. With a just two of his feathers, he allowed you to float dance in the air as the crowd roared in astonishment.

You laugh. “Show-off.”

He scrunches his nose playfully. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t like this?”

You come close to his chest, heartbeats beating together as you whisper.

“No. I love it. I love you.”

“.. I love you too.”

(I hope you enjoyed!!)

[kimiko24]

So I decided that I'm going to cosplay my jjba oc at Otakon this year. I'm a bit nervous because I've never tampered with clothing before, let alone make my own cosplay. But eeh~ Gonna buy some pieces, cut and snip, and see where it goes.

[missharleenfquinzel]

Hi! I'm cosplaying for the first *real* time this weekend (hoping my costume comes in on time) and I was wondering if you had any tips on a good harley voice? i've been practicing and practicing but? *nervous laugh*

I personally never perfected it and also I felt silly for trying kkljffj But honestly I should pursue it more! Like....you’re literally dressed as a clown, it’s a little late for feeling shame! Anyways, I’ve actually spent quite a bit of time thinking about this so I have a few tips I think might help.

I would try to perfect the accent before anything. Then I would work on the pitch after that. Don’t go like chipmunk high, you probably don’t need to be as squeaky as you think. A lot of her voice is just about being very “bouncy” with your words. She never really sounds bored. Everything is said with an attitude and stresses important words in a sassy/teasing voice. Be over the top emotional about everything, no matter what that emotion may be. Own every word. Ex: “What’s that?” vs. “What’s THAT?” 

Harley also drops her “g’s” in ‘ing’ words a lot. “We’re goin’ to the store!” Additionally, she says “ya” instead of “you” a lot. “What’re ya doin’?” Obviously don’t overdo this, just do it when it feels natural. 

Anyways, just have fun! This isn’t Broadway and no one’s grading you! Good for you for being so dedicated to the character! 

[walkitoffsoldier]

So, the basics. My name is Kailee (kay-lee) but you can also call me Kai or Marie, I'm 24, happily single, unemployed at the moment and live in Ohio. And before anyone even asks, yes, Ohio is actually Hell.

I'm non-binary and pansexual so expect lots of me simping for everyone. My pronouns are she/her/they/theirs. Also, welcome my fellow lgbtq+ babes!

My username is based off Captain America's line in Avengers: Age of Ultron. "You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed, walk it off."

I'm a stoner, it's not recreationally legal here yet but fuck the police. And also fuck whoever made the medical marijuana requirements for Ohio. My mentally ill ass needs it.

My big three (sun, moon and rising) zodiac signs are Sagittarius, Scorpio and Gemini. If anyone knows anything about astrology this can give you some insight into the constant battle I have with myself.

I am most definitely a creative type and the black sheep of my family. The 'creative' things I can do are write, photography, and makeup.

I have a LONG list of cosplays that I want to do. Cosplaying is something I've wanted to get into for years now, but I've never bit the bullet because I'm nervous. But 2022 is the year that I'm focusing on doing all the things I've wanted to do for so so long but didn't because of how others would see me.

The Marvel characters I have adopted into my personality, and also my main comfort characters are Bucky, Loki, Peter P., Pietro and Wanda. As far as my other fandoms go, just ask and I’ll be happy to tell you who my favorites/kins are!

Anyways, that's all darlings. I'm gonna leave you with this picture of me from NYE-

[heavensigh]

I'm on semi bed rest today. This whole week I've been having flare ups and I'm not sure if its because of my diet or if my stomach just wants to screw around. I talked to my nutritionist last week and she gave me some great information on where to start with what my basic diet should consist of. I was pretty much spot on with my natural food list but I did learn about what foods to stay away from. She said it might be difficult for me because I'm fighting 2 different illnesses, the ps/pt IBS and the acid reflux thing that has come up. What can be good for one isn't good for the other. Pasta, beans, fried, red meat, milk and anything overly sugary or sour is a no go. Which really does suck but feeling like this, having to take days to recover is worse. Besides, I keep telling myself that once I'm healed maybe I can go back to eating my favorite stuff. If not, I have to make peace with never touching my food loves again.

In other news, we got word that we are finally moving! We are going back to Cali, back home! I'm happy to leave Fayetteville, I really hated this place. Years of limited options, open-minded people, and zero friends can really take a toll on you. I'm so over this "small town" mentality and day-to-day living. Maybe I'll get another job outside the home once I get back? I've been thinking about it, especially since I'm getting job offers here in my major. It's worth a look into. We should be settled by Halloween of this year. My mom is really looking forward to it, especially considering that day has a very painful memory attached to it. It will do some good to have a bit of joy overlap it.

I'm still working out. Well, not this week because of the flare-ups but before and after this. I'm improving. I can finish my workouts and as long as I eat on time and keep my food intake really basic, I'm good most days. Chu's blood pressure is improving as well and we are both just slowly getting better.

I haven't told my coach that we're going to be heading out this fall. I'm not sure why not but maybe I'll tell him in August. I guess it worked out I didn't do the fitness show this fall. Oct/Nov would have been the time for my first show and with the illness and massive move across the country... it's for the best I skip this one. Plus, having no pressure to get in shape for a certain deadline is making me approach my workout mentality differently. I'm not as hard on myself and I'm saving money. Going 3 days a week vs 5 really is making a difference.

Next week my parents will be coming to stay for 3 weeks. It's a long visit, I didn't want it to be that long but my mom was really insistent. She swears up and down that she'll travel to the other states nearby but I know in my heart she hasn't really planned for all that. I told her to not expect me to go with her all over. I'm still healing and I can't be in a car that long. Like she wants to go to FL to visit my nieces. That's a 10-hour drive from here. She mentioned it all casually like I would be down to hop in my car, drive all that way with them, spend a day there and then drive back. I told her to just get that out of her head. I'm not going to FL. Me and Chu will be going to BlerdCon this July and we'll be driving (4hrs) and I'm a little nervous about that. Don't even get me started on the long-ass plane ride to Cali. I hope I'm fully recovered by then. I'd hate to have a flare-up on a tight, cramped, dirty plane with little to no access to a bathroom. How do fellow people with IBS do it? Driving or taking a train would be even longer...Please God let me be better by then.

Outside of ALL that, I've been in a slump lately. No progress on my businesses, cosplays, or AMVs. I haven't even tackled that huge list of chores that the house needs to be done before my parents arrive. I can feel myself screaming in my mind, begging myself to just complete one thing, ANYTHING for a day but...the hours just tick by. Chu hasn't said anything, thank God, but I still feel awful. Why can't I become motivated? These are all very important things. MONEY making things...It will be in everyone's best interest, mostly mine...and yet...