#I'm not saying it's wrong to only allow fast travel

[firehandlerfred]

So it turns out you can't fly from planet to planet in starfield, you HAVE to fast travel

This was tested by a writer in Santa Monica Studios, but my point is: where are the fuckers that were clamoring about "scientifically accurate" now

[oh-no-its-bird]

Ok so everyone say thank you to @kirabasai for infecting me with the thought of Commander Fox getting zapped from starwars to naruto

Mitsuki and Fox clone solidarity,, I know Mitsuki only exists in Boruto but I don't give a shit so now not only is this a dimension travel au it's also a time travel

Somehow both Fox and Mitsuki end up in normal naruto canon, and work together bc uhhhh. Reasons, I dunno.

Fox gets zapped first to boruto, probably through spooky Palpatine sith shenanigans that don't actually matter. But he's only there for a second, with just enough time to knock into Mitsuki before he's zapped again into naruto— accidentally bringing Mitsuki with him.

Oops.

He actually feels kind of bad ab it. Or like, as bad about it as Fox can feel, bc he's Fox. But then he learns Mitsuki is a clone and it isn't just awww shit he accidentally kidnapped some kid but aww shit he accidentally kidnapped a Shiny

Head in his hands, he didn't ask for this,, he was a good boy,, he did his job so diligently,, he hid all the bodies and killed all the people Palpatine told him to,,, literally never done a thing wrong,,,,

Fox winds up with Palpatines lightsaber somehow, and over the course of the story it kind of becomes his. It freaks the absoloute FUCK out of literally any sensors, it is radiating legit evil over there and Fox is holding it like it's no big deal (bc he can't sense shit and is kind of numb to sith energy anyways)

Fox also has a blaster and I am definitely thinking ab the comedy of like. A gun in Naruto. It's a gun. It's a gun that moves fast as light. No one knows what a gun is and Fox is going to get SO much milage out of just having a weapon he can aim places without people realizing what it's ab to do (shoot you in the fucking face)

If someone were to pry into Fox's mind they'd actually have a really awful time of it, then probably walk face first into some nasty lingering sith mind fuckery stuff. Bad experience, 0/10, Fox is very happy w how it turned out but also has no idea why he got that effect. Either way, keep ur nasty ass mind fingers to yourself

Also, Fox speaks Basic. Not Japanese.

I'm thinking he has some sort of standard translator chip that allows him to communicate, but it sometimes translates the stuff he says weirdly. For example, from everyone else's perspective, he keeps introducing himself as Kitsune.

Which, for obvious reasons, doesn't really go over that well with a lot of people in Konoha when he gets there.

He's also visibly foreign and keeps being mistaken for being from Suna

So anyways, Fox and Mitsuki first fight bc like. Hey!! You fucking kidnapped?? Me???

Mitsuki gets the jump on him bc shinobi kid vs guy who doesn't know what a fucking shinobi even is

But then they're able to kinda talk it out and like, look neither of them know where they are so... truce?

Ok so now the fun part:

Fox has no fucking clue what's going on.

From his point of view, he's on... some kind of semi primitive planet. Doesn't remember how or why, but he's here now. So standard GAR procedures; find a way to contact home base. He has his normal gear on him, but no deep space radio, so he'll have to just... make one. Fuck, ok. If he can find the parts, it's doable. All command class clones are taught the basics of how, just like how they're taught how to assemble a blaster from scraps.

But from Mitsuki's point of view, they time traveled.

Mitsuki's POV is the only reason Fox knows there's smthn seriously up, but he's not exactly gonna go "aha! Dimension travel!" On top of it all

Now here's the thing. They're in early naruto canon, some time after wave arc.

Mitsuki only knows chunks of history, and only what has been taught to him second hand from school, Orochimaru, and very very occasional stories from Sasuke or the rest of team Taka

(I feel like Suigetsu especially would have fun telling all sorts of stories)

Not... all of these stories are completely accurate. And even if they are, they're often dumbed down to be easily understood by children— think that one Boruto episode where they put on some sort of silly play about the sanin (which was adorable btw and also fucking hilarious. Actual war criminals son learns about war crimes in class and everyone is just cool happy magic of friendship about it. Amazing.)

So now Fox is learning these fuckin third hand stories from Mitsuki, who literally learned it from the villains of many of the stories, and there is some SERIOUS biases going on

They go to Orochimaru for help.

Local scientist, parent of child (= dependable?) Best source of tech for potential radio + blaster repairs if needed. Fox can trade information to him if needed, it seems like a good choice.

It is not a good choice.

Orochimaru is like nearing the heights of his insanity, and I think it'd be real fun if he decides Sasuke is cool and all but a man from the stars??? A man literally made in a vat to be the perfect example of human physique???? Who's also resistant to many forms of corrosive chakra????

New perfect body alert.

Mitsuki is cute but Orochimaru isn't really in a parental sort of mind set, sorry <3

Mitsuki is going "Huh!! My parent did say they had a pretty severe midlife crisis..."

"Kid I think this is a bit more than just a midlife crisis."

Anyways, then they escape and continue to fuck around trying to build a deep space radio, which at this point is Fox's only hope home which also means it's Mitsuki's bc maybe the jedi can help with the whole uhh... time? Thing?

I'm thinking that after the thing w Orochimaru goes to shit, they're both a lot more wary of the fact that Mitsuki's information may not be the best.

After Oro in terms of figures of power and safety, almost everyone else is either a child, not born yet, or their current location is unknown— except for good old dependable ✨️ rokudaime Kakashi ✨️

Ok so picture this. You're Kakashi, sleeping peacefully in bed after a long day fucking with your students (who you're still very conflicted about having) You wake up to a presence in ur room and there's some fucking snake kid leaning over ur bed going "Hatake-sama—"

You freak out.

Knives may be thrown.

The snake kid has a very angry looking, foreign adult man body guard.

This is so fucking suspicious.

The snake kid says he's a time traveler, and that you are the eventual Rokudaime and also the only person he knows he can trust 100%

This is so fucking suspicious.

So obviously, Kakashi plays along then turns around and reports the fuck out of their asses to the Hokage.

Yeah, Fox doesn't really know what he expected. If some random kid showed up looming over HIS bed in the middle of the night, said he'd be the next chancellor and they know bc they're a time traveler and also pretty please help me build a deep space radio so I can go home— well, he wouldn't report them to Palpatine because not even he's that sadistic. But he'd probably toss them into the cells for a minute, if only because it was one of the only perks of his job

Or, well, for that analogy to work it wouldn't be a deep space radio, because he was used to space travel. It'd have to be something wilder— like an interdimensional radio. Haha, good one. Like that existed. God, imaging having to try and make one of those, that'd be insane. Fox would just kill himself at that point. Good thing he doesn't have to, right? Right?

Anyways mid adventure, they bump into Jiraiya who is fucking horrified to recognize Orochimaru's way of smiling in Mitsuki and gaslights himself into thinking he HAS to be wrong.

I think its Jiraiya who finally helps them out

[dietmountaindewbae]

please please please can you write me a fic where reader and Humbug Alex are both work colleagues (reader thinks Alex is goofy and nerdy - but boy she will be wrong) and they fuck in his office whilst a work party is happening downstairs. PLEASE

xxv. talk tonight

alex turner x reader

word count: 4739

summary: At an office party (humbug!) Alex watched you all by yourself, his heart tells him to hurry and talk to you before he loses the chance to.

warnings: ch*cking, scracth*ng, degrad*ng.

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The elevator doors shut close, and finally, some silence makes you feel at ease. You're not even close to feeling a buzz with the skinny glasses of sparkly champagne they served and as you traveled up the rooftop you propped a cigarette in your mouth.

You swing open the door of the building's rooftop, the company you worked for was having its 6th anniversary, and while everyone was celebrating downstairs, you were aching for some time by yourself. The fresh cold allowed you to breathe but it only made goosebumps crawl up your back.

"Be careful there" Someone says from behind you, you are too close to the edge of the wall, so you turn around on your feet and face the man with the gentle voice.

"What are you doin' up here?" You say with a silly smile. Alex was one of the best workers at the company, he's been rewarded and recognized for his honest work and loyalty to the company, he's a good guy but socially awkward when it comes to going to bars late at night after working extra hours.

"Just wanted some space" You've never had a real conversation with Alex, let alone, be completely by yourself with him. Alex was a nice man, with his long wavy hair and his shy little voice and thick Yorkshire accent, he was decent, always serious but he had something likable and magnetic about him.

"Me too, are you having fun though?" You grab from your skirt your lighter and try to burn your cigarette, in the attempt you fail, and he leans in, grabbing the lighter and helping you light your cigarette, grabbing one from his box.

"Not quite there yet," He says, blowing the smoke away, "I'm waiting for the booze to kick in" You giggled, catching Alex's attention.

"It's the first time I've heard you say more than 4 words to me" Alex looks down to the floor smiling, he's quite shy but very nice, "I enjoy that..." He looks back at you with a smile, maybe it was the booze, but his radiant brown eyes looking at yours so deeply make you feel hot.

"What about you? How are you feelin'?" As you were talking, Alex's eyes ran down your body discreetly, you were looking sexy with your black mini skirt long sheer black knee socks, and grey silk button-up blouse, nearly unmade, your nails painted black, and your hair in soft curls. The smell of your perfume and the cigarette that burned in between your fingers blew him away.

"...But overall I think the party's ok, I just don't like the music the DJ chose" Alex smiles softly, and each time you talk he takes a step closer to you.

"Horrible set, isn't it?" You lightly chuckle nodding your head, "What kind of music would you like him to play?"

"Mmm... I dunno maybe the smiths? I love the smiths... I know it's an odd choice for a party but-"

Alex interrupted you by lightly putting his hand on your arm, his thumb caressing the soft material of your shirt, "No, no, not at all... it's much better than the trash they're playing" He noticed his hand on your arm, and you smiled as he took his hand away very shyly, as if he had to ask if it was ok even to do that, you crossed your eyes and he look down to the floor scratching the back of his head, "I-I..." He clears his throat, "Sorreh.... I know the DJ, he's an old mate, I can tell him to play some smiths for you" You see the way his body moves closer to yours, how his shoulders move unsteadily as he breathes, meaning his heart is beating fast, his eyes looking at you with hope, and you realized... someone has a crush on you.

"That would be great, thank you Alex" You and him head towards the door after throwing away your cigarettes, he opens the door for you and closes it once you are inside the building, you smile at him as your eyes crossed again, and you take initiative to grab his hand as no one was watching.

Getting involved with your co-workers was never an option for you, all the men that worked here were bitter and boring, always bragging about their money, faking a smile every time they talked about their marriages just to proceed to flirt with all the women at the copier room. You didn't have anything bad to say about Alex, he was a dork, a bit shy and awkward yet he was the most interesting and likable person in your office. He made himself present with little actions, he sometimes dropped by your desk to leave you a bagel or doughnut since you worked in the cubicle next to his, but you weren't the only one who received those little acts, so you thought nothing about it, he hardly even knew your name, but he always smiled at you whenever he saw you.

For all you knew, he was single, and he's very reserved, you only ever see him talking with Nick or Jamie, the drinks in you made your rules bend a bit, maybe see where this gets you, maybe nothing would happen, but if it did, you wouldn't feel bad about it at all.

The only rule that had to be respected was, not being seen flirting with him, rumors spread faster than the speed of light in your office, and you didn't want to ruin this little spark between you two for just one night.

As you and Alex step into the elevator, you drop his hand, being on opposite corners of the elevator, you cheekily smile at him, he looks visibly disappointed at how you dropped his hand. When the doors opened again, you two walked side by side, keeping a reasonable but choking distance from each other as if he was agreeing to your rules without you even having to tell him. As you walked past the people you stepped into the disco-style dancefloor with squares of neon lights, and Alex walked forward to the DJ, saying hi to the guy with fuzzy curly messy hair, black headphones on his neck, grey sweatpants, and funny sunglasses.

He whispers something to his ear, and the guy nods and they switch the music. You hear the hypnotic sound of the intro of 'How Soon Is Now?' by The Smiths, you're lightly divided by people, but he's still able to watch you dance, and you look beautiful as you do. He sees you smiling, laughing, and having fun with the other girls, but your eyes are only on him, and his on yours.

Alex wasn't a man of many words, but ever since you had come into the office, a part of his heart had started to beat so rapidly, that he always turned to look at you whenever you untied your tight ponytail and let your hair fall, whenever you stretched your back and he could see the outline of your chest peek through your shirt, he was gone. He never tried to speak to you, he was too self-conscious to do so, he lived all of his fantasies of you and him in his head, he had the sound of your voice engraved on his head. Whenever you dropped something he was always there to pick it up and hand it to you, or when the printer was out of paper he was the only one that gave you some new paper to work on, every day when he arrived with fresh goods he made sure you were the first to get the warmest piece or the biggest slice. He did all of that, but you didn't think it was out of a crush, you thought it was him just being nice, and man if he could tell you how wrong you were.

In his head, you two had thrown away all of the people and there was only you and him dancing to some old music that no one thought was fit for the occasion, but you thought there was no better timing than this one, but the fun ends as you feel someone's breath on your neck, one of your supervisors drunkenly whispers close to your ear...

"That skirt fits your bum very well" You rolled your eyes and walked away, not saying another word, Alex following you closely. He catches you at the elevator just in time sliding inside.

"Hi," He says out of breath, you giggle and he brushes his hair away, "Where are we going?" You smiled as you heard the excitement of his voice.

"Well, I was planning to go the rooftop again..." You say looking down to the floor, he saw how that man had whispered to your ear something that woke up a flaming rage inside you, something so profoundly disgusting, you just wanted to get away as fast as you could.

"I have a better idea..." You smile, he presses down at the button, and he waits patiently in the opposite corner, facing you with a smile, you wonder in your head where he was taking you, while he was battling in his head what else could he say to keep you interested, he thought he could bore you at any given time. The doors of the office were open, the lights were completely down, and only the lights of the city that shone through the cracks of the curtains could show you two the way. He noticed you were afraid to step inside, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you in, "The cameras are down for the night, don't worry love, no one's gunna 'now we were here"

You smiled, "I'm not worried about that... just not a big fan of the dark..." You giggled and he played along with you, he grabbed your hand tighter, making your cheeks lightly blush as you walked into his cubicle, you sat on his desk while he pulled from a corner a carton box and took out a big bottle of whisky, "I didn't take you as a bad boy, Al"

"Well, this is the only thing that takes some of me headaches from when me and Jamie stay late doin' those bloody Excel sheets" Then he takes out from his pocket his MP3 connecting it to the little speaker next to his desk, playing more music for you as he quickly goes to the break room and fetches you a plastic cup and a soda. He sits on his chair and pours you some coke and whisky, and when he severs you a good amount of alcohol he hands you the cup and grabs the bottle touching the edge of the bottle with your cup and you both drink away.

"Thanks... I couldn't handle more wine... needed something stronger" You smile at him, and he brushes his long hair away.

"Do you wanna know something else about the office?" You smile and nod your head, fixing your hair to the side, he shuffles on his chair and you hear the sound of his lighter coming off, he puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it, blowing the smoke up directly without causing the fire alarm to go off.

"What the fuck?!" You both break into laughter, "Oh my God!-" He lightly shushes you to make you talk quieter, you keep laughing until your abdomen hurts, and you sip on your drink once more, "Imagine the day I decide to set my supervisor's chair on fire... God"

"He's a dickhead" You nod your head.

"I don't even wanna say anythin' else, I mean he doesn't touch me or anything but that doesn't mean he cannot say anything to me... which is what angers me" He nods his head, turning on the lamp next to his computer, "Thanks"

"I wanted to see you while you're talking" He smiles, and you lightly blush once more, "Next time he says anything to you, why don't we put some tacks on his desk?" You giggle together, you can't help but stare at the way the corners of his mouth rise to make that cute smile appear, you like how discreet he was, lightly grazing your hand whenever he laughed, or how his eyes sweep down to gaze your body.

"I was wrong about you Al," You say, he drags his chair closer to you very slowly so you don't notice but you do, and you don't mind it, "You're the only interesting person in this office"

"Why is that? You're always laughing with Brian at the copier" You stare at him with a cheeky grin.

"Are you jealous or something?" You tease him, and he stutters into his words trying to fix his mistake.

"No, I just thought that... never mind" He looked away, taking another sip of the bottle, you grab the cigarette trapped in between his fingers, taking a drag and staring at him deeply.

"He's just a funny guy, there's nothin' much going on with me" His eyes light up, so after all, you weren't the only one who was concerned about him being single or not.

"I'm glad," He blurs out, making you both smile, "What is so interesting about me anyway?" You bit your bottom lip, taking a big sip from his bottle of whiskey, the liquor scratching your throat but it goes down easily once you sip on your coke.

"I mean, isn't it obvious?" You smile at him, starting to feel a bit dizzy, he takes a big chug of his bottle while you talk, "I just know that you don't say everything that you think, there's more to you"

"You're not far from the truth," He says nudging his head and leaning closer to you, resting his elbow on his desk next to your leg, you saw his face properly now, and he was a dream.

"Why? Is there something you want to say to me, Alex?" You teased leaning in closer to his face, your hand almost touching his, you could smell his cologne now, the space in between you two almost being none.

"I'm afraid there aren't enough words for that" He looks down to the slit in your shirt, your arm squeezing your tits together, he could see your black lace bra perfectly, he had this insatiable need for you, "But as you know already, I am not a man of many words, I take actions" His eyes looked down to your lips, licking his, already drooling to get a taste of your lips, until you suddenly pulled away, scratching the back of your head, "Wait, what happened?"

"If this is going to happen, we can't kiss"

"But..." There has to be a but always.

"I'm not gonna do it if we're gonna be awkward in the mornin'" You cross your arms sitting comfortably on the desk.

"I'm not like that," He says with a smile, but he sees your position and your limits, he just wanted a little bit of you, from the moment he saw you outside all by yourself under the moonlight with your beautiful eyes and lips smiling to him he knew he had to strip out of his costume and talk to you at that moment, he needed and wanted you now than anything, "If you don't want me to kiss you, can I at least touch you?" You bit your lower lip, sitting upright, his eyes only looking at you and not anywhere else begging you to say yes, he desires you with a big ache, you see it right in his eyes, just as transparent as glass.

"Yes.." He cups your cheeks and his face approaches yours, looking at you with lust, his lips peck the inner corner of your lips, traveling up to your earlobe, his fingers lightly playing with your hair, and his lips kissing your neck very gently at first, but then he licks his lips, kissing your neck with big wet kisses all over the place, sniffing every last bit of your perfume. He kicks away his chair, standing up to run his hands down your sides, unbuttoning your shirt gently, sneaking his hands to your bra, kneading your tits and squeezing them hard, you sigh and he breathes in your quiet moans and sighs like smoke, letting it consume him from the inside out.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful" He whispers into your ear, kissing the left side of your chest, where your heart is, you try to fight the urge to kiss him, but impatiently, he's in great need to show you real pleasure, to tear down your rules and let him taste your mouth, there was nothing he desired more in that moment.

You untuck your shirt, letting him enjoy the taste of your skin, and his hands feel your bare skin, his hair lightly tickling your neck, and you couldn't escape the need to run your hands thru his soft curls, lightly pulling on his hair as he lets your tits spill out from your bra, sucking on them and nibbling your nipples with his teeth, his tongue licking and his mouth sucking every inch of your skin, leaving red bruises on your chest so you don't forget who's been there the next morning.

He momentarily pulls away from you, his lips tearing off your skin like scar tissue on your knees, "What?-"

"You were right, love," He says, the look in his eyes sending shivers all over your body, "I haven't told you everything"

"What else have you got to say to me?" His hands slowly travel down to your legs, riding up your skirt until they unravel your black lace underwear.

"I've been watching you ever since you came here, every day, every time you felt exhausted and you stretch your back against the chair, I just want to make that go away... make you feel brand new... drop a note and tell you to meet me in the bathroom, and make you sigh out of pleasure and not from being tired, I only see you" His eyes dug in yours as he kneeled in front of you, "Maybe you think I'm quiet and dorky, but you don't even know for how long I've been thinking of you like this" His knuckles pull your soaking wet panties to the side, his eyes watching you as his fingers enter your body and his lips suck on your pussy harshly, slowly your orgasms started to get louder and louder each time his fingers rimmed your walls. Shamelessly he licks your pussy up, swallowing every ounce of the wetness that leaks out of you, "You're so fuckin' tight babe, taste so delicious"

"Fuck... please, don't stop!" You push his head in between your legs, starting to feel that ache getting bigger and bigger as he sucks right at the spot you needed hard, his fingers fuck your pussy faster, filling up that hole so well, more wetness rushes out from your legs, your end is yet to come, you feel it crawling up from your belly to your chest, starting to form in your throat as a scream until he takes his mouth off from your warmed up cunt, leaving you to breathless and needy for more.

He covers your mouth with his hand, sliding down his fingers covered in your arousal into your mouth, your lips sucking them hard until he makes you gag around them, pulling them out from your mouth with a string of saliva, "Can you be quiet for me?" He says it in such an easy way you're so amazed.

"Mhm," You bit your bottom lip.

"Tell me babe... are you gonna let me fuck you or are you just gonna pretend your pussy isn't drooling for some of it?" Your cheeky smile is no competition for him, he's certain you're in great need of more than just fingers and sucking.

You grab the buckle of his belt, undoing it very slowly, your hand palming his hard-on, you smiled as you felt the size and weight of his cock, biting your bottom lip as you take him out of his boxers and see him on the flesh. The tip of his cock leaked some wetness, he sighed as you give his veiny cock a few strokes, the tip of your thumb rubbing down his head, spreading it all over his cock. His hands cover your mouth pushing your head back and his tip rims your clit, lubing up his cock with your juices. You were trying to find a way to get more pleasure from him but the only way was right in front of you, "You know what to say babe... don't act like a dumb little cunt"

Your eyes lock in his, his lips a few inches close to yours, to kiss your lips, "Fuck me, Alex, please..." You bite your lower lip as the tip of his cock slides down tightly inside you, making you sigh. His fingers dig into your thighs, and you rock yourself against him, your elbow in the desk while the other holds Alex's shoulder tightly, his hand gripping the wall and the other one in your lower back. He rocks his hips against yours, fucking you slowly and passionately, the tip of your nose against his, he liked to watch your pupils dilate as he buries himself deep inside you.

"I loved leaving you just like that... soaked in all of your juices for me cock to slip inside you... God, you're so fuckin' wet for me... you fuckin' cock lovin' whore"

"Fuck you" You pant, "Fuck you Alex" You push your hips against his harder, his hands scattered in the back of your head, wrapping his arm around you, driving his cock in and out of you so hard, you were slowly losing yourself in his arms, enjoying how good he's fucking you.

"You love it," He says with a grin on his lips, his lips moaning against yours, grazing each other, laying one in another, but so far from being sealed together, that kept him on the verge, everything being strictly physical, the desire of wanting the feeling of your lips around his will bother him for the rest of the night.

Your tits bounce against his chest, sweat drips down from his forehead, and he's forcing himself to handle longer just for you to come on his cock so hard your whole body would feel light and high in the sky. You grip his shoulder tightly, holding yourself up with your hand, his fingers wrapped around your neck as he feels your pussy dragging him in, getting tighter with each stroke of his cock in your walls. His thumb went down in between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight little circles, forcing you to come, your abdomen pushing out your last cry of pleasure, and you choked out a little sigh of relief.

Alex was fast to pull out of you, you watch how his hand made a fist around his cock, and you didn't want him to finish like that. You willingly get down on your knees, and blow him thoroughly, "Jeeesus fuckin' christ... fuck!" He made a fist with your hair, "You want me to cum in your mouth, babe?" You hummed as a yes, sucking him harder as he drove your head back and forward. He drove his hips into your mouth, pushing your head until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag all over him, feeling him come inside your mouth in hot spurts at the feeling of your soft plump lips. You swallowed without him having to say it, "Mmm... fuuckin' hell, that was..."

"Really good," You said, he helped you get to up from the ground, holding hands and smiling at each other.

"You're ok? Your knees don't hurt or anything?" You giggled lightly, feeling a little strange about how much he cared for those little things.

"No, no, I'm alright" You turned to fix your blause, putting each button back on, and when you faced him back, you saw him staring at you with his big puppy eyes in awe, "What?"

"You've... um, your eye... I'll fix it" He grabbed the edge of his sleeve, he was wearing a basic white button-up shirt, denim jeans, and a belt. He cleaned the stain in your eye from the crying, and while you fixed your hair, he put everything in his desk back in order.

"Thank you, Al," You said with an honest smile, "I had fun"

"Sounds like a goodbye," He says with a fainted smile.

"No... it's not, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" He fakes a smile and says yes with his head, before you head out, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in to give you a warm hug, you lean back to get a better look at him and say, "Sweet dreams, Al"

"You too" You break the hug, leaving the confused man with his big brain and questions all by himself.

When he drove to his apartment and laid down on his bed, he grabbed his phone, wanting to send you a message, but what type of message? You said you were ok, even said you had fun, but he was hooked. He was aching to know more about you, to know what you think. The rest of the night he kept looping around in his head every word he said to you, and everything you and him had done. He didn't want to sound so needy, but at least he wanted to talk to you.

The next day at the office when Alex sat on his chair, he smiled, vividly remembering what had happened the night before. But he knew something felt strange, he felt something was missing, this feeling was bittersweet, and you came right in through the door with your black low-waist pants, heels, and baby pink shirt with some buttons undone, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

There was a moment when everyone was working quietly in the cubicle, and he pushed himself up from his chair, walking through your cubicle he dropped a little purple post-it note at your desk.

"Break room"

That's all the letter said.

You put the note away in your purse, walking to meet him, you closed the door and he was waiting for you behind it.

"Hey," You said with a gentle smile.

"I- um" You sighed, thinking you knew well what he wanted to say. So, you cut him up before he did.

"Nothin' happened last night, you can forget about it... we had fun, let's leave it like that" But before you could escape him he pulled you back in by your wrist, making shivers run up your arms.

"No, I wasn't gonna-" He smiles very kindly to you, making you feel warm, "I just wanted to ask you out for dinner, tonight... if that's ok?" A little smile crawls from the corner of your mouth.

He liked how you looked with that little smile in the corner of your lips, that little blush creeping up your cheeks, "Yeah, yes"

You both smile at each other very shyly but happily, you nod your head and slowly take a step back but he leans in, his arm wrapping around your waist, "Now that we're sober... is the kissing policy revocable? or..." You break into laughter and take a step closer to him, he leans in and presses his lips against yours. You couldn't believe how just a simple little kiss on the lips could feel so electrifying, his lovely warm lips open to kiss you properly, he tasted the fresh cappuccino in your mouth with soft cinnamon in your breath, mixing with the taste of your lipstick. He tasted like black coffee and a cigarette bright and early in the morning, a mixture that makes one become an addict.

When you pulled back some blush creeps into your cheeks, "I'll see you later then..." You said.

"Last one before you leave" He pulled you in, giving you another soft kiss on your lips, biting down on your bottom lip before your lips tore apart.

A/N

I'll be posting more of your requests soon! I love you all, and I've taken some time to make the playlists fitted for the chapters, some will be longer than the others but I hope you enjoy them all.

[strawbrrycuteblog]

Hiiiiii,Just a quick ask.

Hybridjungwon!

kitten jungwon feels so needy during his heat cycle,and if you piss him off by the slightest he won't hesitate to get off teasing you for hours as he comes almost everywhere on your body even in you not letting you get off until the last 5 minutes before he falls asleep happily dripping naked with his own juices.

xx,I love your work and I don't see many writers who like hybrid enha so I'm grateful that you like it ,I'm not alone.xx ily <3

Feeling faint.

Pairings: hybrid!jungwon x human!reader

Warnings: mature story, jungwon calls reader slut, kinda filth?, cum play a little, messy, cussing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) , reader annoying wonie, hard Dom jungwon ☺️ reader has pussy btw

A/n: This. Is. My. Favorite. Ask. So. Far.

jungwon had been sitting on the couch for an hour now, trying to distract himself from fucking the living shit out of you, watching many episodes of some show he didn’t every remember the name of all while you were next to him, pinching him softly but enough to piss him off, “y/n I’m not fucking joking, quit it.”

you only laughed at this, “well if I do then what am I gonna do? I’ll be bored.” you continued to pinch him then poke his cheeks, “you’re such a baby.”

His eyes narrowed as you toyed with him, his powerful hand reaching down to grab your wrist tightly before pulling it towards him, forcing you onto your lap. “Here,” you heard him say through gritted teeth, “is where you belong when you want to annoy me.” He began rubbing your hips roughly against his growing bulge, causing both of you to moan. As his excitement grew and you felt him pulsing against you, he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “I'll make sure you regret ever annoying me again. Would you like that?”

you let a moan slip but quickly thought of a bratty remark, “as if you could even make me come.”

Chuckling darkly, Jungwon eventually removed your clothing, leaving you practically naked, save for the lacy red thong you wore. He stared at you hungrily before standing up and removing his own clothes, revealing his impressive masculine form. "Watch your mouth, slut," he growled, bending over to pull off your underwear, throwing them aside roughly. With one final smirk, he sank down onto the couch, positioning you above him, his cock already throbbing against your entrance. "Try saying that to me now."

you tried to move so his cock head would go inside of your dripping heat, but he barely let you move. “wonie please..I’m sorry..”

"Apologies mean nothing right now, bloodslut," Jungwon murmured, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer, finally allowing his length to slide into you in one swift motion. You gasped at the sudden invasion, welcoming his girth inside you. "This is what happens when you annoy the wrong person," he reminded you, thrusting into you hard and fast, taking exactly what he wanted while dominating you.

The ecstasy and pain mixed within you only made you crave more, pushing back against him as much as you could, your nails digging into his chest. "Fuck!" you cried out, unable to hold back any longer.

“I’m not a bloodslut.” you remarked to defend yourself, the intrusion witching your warmth had you whole body twitching, sucking him in but he wasn’t gonna let you cum.

Jungwon's smirk remained as he slammed into you relentlessly, each thrust driving him deeper inside you. "Whatever you want to call yourself, you're mine when I claim you," he said, grasping your hips tighter to keep you in place. His other hand traveled up to tweak your sensitive nipples, knowing just how much that would irritate your body in the best way possible. Every harsh thrust of his pelvis against yours brought you closer to the edge, but he refused to let you fall over it yet. Your combined bodies sweat-soaked and tangled together created a beautiful sight as they moved in tandem, filling the room with wet, slapping sounds. "Goddamn, you're so fucking sexy when you scream my name."

“jungwon im gonna cum!” you screamed out, clenching around his member, every small vein rubbing inside of you just right.

Feeling your inner muscles tighten around him was the trigger Jungwon needed, sending him spiraling over the edge of release. With a strained groan, pounding into your womb and stretching you beautifully wide. Hearing and sensing you were about to cum, he pulled out, following him by cumming on your tummy, he didn’t even expect him to finish so fast but he knew he wasn’t done. Far from it.

you started to move before he pushed you down on the couch, “you didn’t think that was it did you?” he spoke hardly, “I’m gonna ruin you, maybe even make you cry.” he spoke again before he stucked his fingers back inside of you, scissoring them and rubbing your gummy walls until he curled his fingers and touched your g-spot, “jungwon im still sensitive!”

Despite your protests, jungwon couldn't help but revel in torturing your sensitive core. He moved his fingers in a circular pattern, driving you wild with heightened need once again. "Shut up, whore," he growled possessively before swiping his thumb across your clit, causing you to collapse further into the couch. Your body writhed beneath his skilled touch, every nerve ending shimmering with pleasure. He continued to torment you, having full control over your body as your moans filled the air. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer, plunging his fingers in deep and pumping them insistentely, making you see stars as you climaxed hard around them. Only then did he remove his fingers, leaving you spent and quivering on the couch, panting heavily. "And that was just round one," he whispered menacingly, running his hands lightly up and down your shaking legs.

“I can’t do more..” coming out of your mouth whilst looking at him, crawling from him before he grabbed your hips and pressed his body against you, “so we’re just disobeying me now?” His ears flickered “don’t think I won’t torture you all night.

And he did, for the next two hours he hand you upstairs, your hips jerking and pulling in different angles, you’re sure the sheets were soaked, you’d squirted so many times already.

“Jungwon I can’t give more..” you repeated like earlier, he only jerked off in front of your face, glazing it with the salty cum, lightly tapping it against your lips, “open.”

And you did, taking his length into your warm, welcoming mouth. Groans came from his lips, his hips pushing against your face, making your head press into the mattress.

You hallowed your cheeks, the invasion of his head in your sore throat brought tears to your eyes, gagging around him but not stopping, wanting to please him until the very end.

Jungwons body was sweaty and half covered in your juices, the other half being his own. His cum was splattered along your body, from you ankles to your knees, thighs, stomach. Anywhere he could jerk off on.

“Such a warm mouth baby..”

You couldn’t stop your self from grinding against nothing, wanting to cum so so bad knowing you probably wouldn’t get it.

You moved your hand and took a hold of hid balls, squeezing them which made him mewl, you didn’t understand how he wasn’t shooting blanks at this point, did his heat mean an endless supply of semen or something?

Cause that’s for sure what this fucking felt like.

His hips stuttered and his tail wrapped around your head, pushing you face until your nose met his hair which were trimmed but still there. “Ah! Y/n! Yes yes yes!!”

He pulled out, you stuck your tongue out, showing him you’d swallowed it and he smirked, “after all this..” he panted. “You deserve a reward don’t you think?”

You sat up, if you had a tail it would be wagging so much right now. But you didn’t know if you could handle another round, you’d probably be the one having blanks.

Jungwon took his sensitive dick in his hand again, pumping it a few times to get it hard as he hissed, it didn’t take much when he was in heat, he got hard even just smelling your pillow. He took the tip, aligning it with the warm hole he already wanted to ruin.

He plunged deep into you, gasps eliciting from both parties as he looked at you, your eyes were nearly closing, he realized you were about to faint on him, the pleasure being too much as you were both exceedingly over stimulated, “hey, open those pretty eyes for me baby.”

He took your chin between his thumb and index finger, hitting against your g-spot, his cock going over it again and again, you opened your eyes.

“That’s it, look at me yeah?”

You nodded, trying to not faint, high pitched whines drawing out of your throat, you squeaked as he sped up, you pulled him close and he tried to keep his dominant look up, but losing it while he saw how helpless you looked, he always loved how desperate you got to having an orgasm. He pulled almost all the way out before slapping back in and making you cum, your mouth agape, back arched, stopped breathing for a second as you seemed to be in a sub space.

He only collapsed on top of you, both covered in sweat and juices, his cum seeping out of whatever side it could escape from, he pulled the blanket over y’all as you’d finally passed out. Both weak and almost shaky. Eventually over the next few minutes you both fell asleep.

[mxssingmemories]

brave // sam and dean x sister!reader

summary: you've been battling a secret addiction for months. when your brothers finally notice, they do their best to get you through it.

wc: 2k~

warnings: weed, angsty shit, withdrawal, drug use

a/n: this was written for the one and only @supernerdycookietrashblrr! hope ya like it, sorry it took so long

You knew that one of your brothers would catch on soon enough. They were both incredibly observant thanks to years of being in the hunting business, so it didn't surprise you when Sam caught on after only a month.

He'd noticed little things first. You stopped bringing home papers or report cards with big fat A's written on the front in red ink. Then came the attitude.

You're a sweet teenager, or at least you were. At 16, Sam knew you might be prone to episodes of attitude or teenage rebellion. What he wasn't prepared for was the constant snarky attitude, and, for lack of a better word, downright bitchy behavior. He genuinely had no idea what to do, and it steadily got worse as he put off having the conversation he knew he had to have with you. 

The turning point for him came when your appearance changed drastically. Your eyes were bloodshot almost every time he looked at you, and your shaky hands were obvious as you tried to hold your gun steady. Your safety on hunts-and possibly in daily life-was obviously at risk, and he wasn't going to leave that alone.

"Jesus, Dean! How can you not see it? She's fucking shaking! Her eyes are always bloodshot and she's got the attitude of a drug addict!" he shouted, the volume of it making the sound travel to your room. Your heart beat faster in your chest as you tried to ignore it, putting headphones in your ears as you blinked away the stray tears in your eyes. 

With a sigh, you pulled a joint out from the container under your bed. Your hand finally grabbed a lighter after fumbling for one for what felt like an hour. You flicked the lighter open, watching the flame dance for a minute before bringing it to the tip of the joint. 

A loud cough was forced out of you as you inhaled deeply, the smoke temporarily filling your lungs as you allowed yourself to zone out. You continued this process until the joint was almost gone, the lines of reality blurring sweetly as you allowed yourself to feel. You were pleasantly distracted, seemingly watching everything from third person.

You were so out of it, though, that you missed the knock at the door. You also missed the more frantic ones after thirty seconds, and the door slamming open. Unfortunately, you didn't miss Sam's loud yell.

"What the fuck?!" he shouted, watching you as you immediately threw the lit joint and headphones on the floor.

Angrily, he stomped it out, walking closer to you as fast as humanly possible.

"I fucking knew something was wrong. What the hell, kid? Why didn't you tell us sooner! We could've caught this shit early! You can't just sit here and get high on God knows what!" he practically screamed in your face. You sat there silently and took it, allowing him to get whatever he needed to say out before you explained yourself. To your credit, thinking was a little hard-you were still high, although thankfully not as much as you were before he walked into the room. The minute he stopped talking, you began.

"You don't get it." you said quietly, teary eyes making contact with fierce ones. "I've tried everything I could. You think I'd want to talk to you about it? Sam, you and Dean are on the road almost every day. I only come on half of the hunts you guys go on, and when I do, I'm usually put to the side like I mean nothing! Do you know how that feels? I know you guys love me but you're shit at showing it!"

"Listen-" Sam started, but you immediately cut him off.

"No! I can't just sit here and listen anymore! I can't even stand being sober! You know I'm high on almost every hunt we go on, right? Did you even notice that?"

At these words, your brother's eyes widened in shock. You knew he probably didn't, but after walking in on you with a joint to your lips you thought he would assume so. It didn't make it hurt any less, either.

"Why do you even care?" you muttered, a sob coming through on your last word. It all hit you in that moment; your brother, who you worked so hard to hide it from, had caught you with a joint in your hand. He didn't even just catch you high, he caught you in the process of doing it. You curled in on yourself almost immediately, not wanting to be more vulnerable than you already were. Your whole body shook as you involuntarily let go.

"Dammit," your brother mumbled as he sat down softly on the bed, hoisting you into his lap as he cradled you in his chest. You were still his little sister no matter what. At that moment, you went from 17 to 7 in his mind, and he let his instincts take over.

You sobbed into his chest quietly as he rocked you back and forth, his hands rubbing your back softly while he reassured you. You let yourself break in that room, your brother's steady arms around you letting you feel safe for the first time in months.

This feeling was disturbed in less than 5 seconds when Dean walked in the room.

He made eye contact with Sam quickly to asses the situation, briefly trying to read his face before giving up and scanning the room. His eyes almost immediately landed on the joint laying on the floor. Dean's jaw clenched the moment he saw it, the look in his eyes turning from concerned to deadly in just a few seconds. 

He picked it up quickly, turning his gaze back to you. The disappointment in his eyes was obvious as he walked over to you both.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he growled, voice strong with frustration. 

You sobbed even harder in Sam's arms, the weight of everything coming down onto your shoulders all at once. The realization of how much you'd hurt yourself and your brothers wasted over you, causing you to curl in on yourself even further.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you choked out in between sobs, clutching the fabric of your brother's shirt like a lifeline. Dean's face softened ever so slightly as he came to your side, kneeling down in front of you. His voice was gentler than before as you did your best to meet his eyes.

"I know what you're going through, kid. You just have to understand we're here for you, yeah? We're gonna get you help." he reassured, placing a hand on your arm. You instinctively flinched back, tucking your head back into Sam's chest. You missed the look of hurt on Dean's face, his own eyes welling up with tears as he started to process the situation.

Sam signaled for Dean to leave the room for a minute, allowing him to get you in a suitable position and hopefully recover from the situation a little bit. He shifted slightly to where you were sitting up instead of hidden, meeting your eyes with a gentle smile.

"You're alright, kiddo. I've got you. We're gonna get through this, hm? There's a rehab center right around the corner-"

"No. No! No rehab! Please, Sam, I can't do that, you don't understand-" you shouted, almost hyperventilating as you defended yourself. There was nothing worse than that in your current state of mind.

"Okay, okay," he relented, rubbing your back slowly. The tension visibly left your body as you took a deep breath. "We'll try it at home, but if it doesn't work, you know we're gonna have to do that, right?"

You nodded resignedly, leaning back into his chest as you kept breathing as deeply as you could. You would have the difficult conversation in the morning-for now, you just wanted comfort, and Sam was all too willing to give it.

Morning came sooner than you would've liked it to. The bright sun shone through the curtains as you stretched, rubbing your eyes while forcing your feet on the floor. The voices coming from the dining room were quiet; the smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the bunker led you to it.

Your presence startled both Sam and Dean, so much so that Dean dropped a piece of bacon on the floor.

"Morning, kid," he greeted you, bending down to grab the bacon. You cringed as he put it right in his mouth, Sam side-eyeing him from the other side of the table.

You hesitated before taking a seat at the table, the tension in the room thick enough that you could cut it with a knife if you wanted to. Sam cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"Okay, we've talked about this, and we're going to give this a shot at home." he said, his voice firm but with more compassion than you thought you deserved. "We're going to be here every step of the way, but this means that you're going to have to follow the rules we set, okay? No exceptions."

You nodded gratefully, tears springing in your eyes at the thought that you'd have to live without your friend. Gently, you felt Dean wrap his arms around you, and for once, you let him.

"I'm sorry," he murmured into your ear. "I was a dick, and you didn't deserve that. I'm still pissed, but not at you. You're going through more than we knew and I didn't see that. I love you." 

There was no restraint left in you as tears welled up in your eyes. You allowed them to run down your face freely as you buried your face in his shirt.

You could feel the material getting wetter and wetter with each passing second. Either he didn't notice or he didn't care; he just kept holding you through it.

When the tears subsided, you pulled away from your brother. Determination was in your eyes as you looked him in the face, placing a firm smile on your face quickly.

"Thank you," you whispered, turning to Sam. "Both of you."

They both nodded, each having a hold of one of your hands and squeezing gently. The detox would start in a few hours-you'd been smoking at least two joints every day for long enough to know this as a fact-but you let the moment be still for a minute. This calm was something you wanted to have fresh in your mind for the coming hours.

As you'd predicted, the withdrawal hit around midday. The anxiety was the first symptom to come. Your leg shook constantly, the tapping echoing through the living room loudly.

Your brothers exchanged worried glances as they watched you sit on the couch with your head in your hands, the constant fidgeting not going unnoticed by either. Of course they'd done their research on this, so everything was expected, but it hit hard having to see it firsthand.

The next symptom to hit you was unfortunately the nausea. You bolted up quickly from the couch, running to the nearest bathroom just in time to get up the light breakfast you'd had this morning. Two pairs of footsteps trailed behind you, eventually crouching down beside you. Sam held your hair back while Dean rubbed your back, letting you get it all out. 

Once the worst had passed, Sam helped you clean up and guided you carefully back to the couch.

"I can't do this shit," you muttered weakly, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Listen to me," Dean sighed. "Yes you can. Sam's done it, hell I've done it. You are stronger than this you hear me? We'll guide you through it. You know damn well you're never gonna be alone in this," he reassured quietly. 

As his words washed over you, you sat quietly with your hand in his. Somehow he'd managed to stir up a flicker of hope and determination in your heart and you swore right then and there to use it for good.

Days of being sober turned into weeks, those weeks gradually turning into months until you hit one year. 

"Mornin', kiddo," Sam smiled, spatula in his left hand as he waved at you with the other. You smiled back, mumbling your own greeting before sitting down across the table from Dean.

"Today's a big day, hm?" he asked, making eye contact with you from across the table.

"Yeah, it is. Just-" you cut yourself off with a whimper, which surprised the both of you and scared the shit out of Dean, dropping his spatula as he turned to make sure you were alright. Sam's hand instantly covered yours, rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand as he urged you to continue.

"Thank you guys for being here. I don't think I could've made it without you. I was a bit of an idiot to think you didn't care and I can't thank you enough for proving you do. I love you both so much," you whispered, allowing a few stray tears to leak out of your eyes.

Dean said nothing as he turned the burner off, walking over and pulling your head into his chest. Sam joined the hug not 5 seconds later, and you let yourself breathe. The sense of safety you felt like this couldn't be compared to anything, and you thanked Chuck for them and their love. 

The thought of even touching weed hadn't come to your mind in at least 5 months. It definitely wasn't easy to get to the place you were now, but you were finally okay. Even though you hadn't said it, it had a lot more to do with your brothers than they thought.

[eveningspringbreeze]

Madara's FS2 4* - Winter, in the Street Corners of Paris

Characters: Madara, Shu

Season: Winter

Shu: Mm… Yaawn...

(Perhaps it’s from pulling an all-nighter, or perhaps it’s burnout from finishing my deliveries, but it seems I’ve been fast asleep until the afternoon)

(Fortunately, I have plenty of time to spare until I must work again. So as to maintain perfection when working, I ought to rest properly)

(Perhaps I could relax with a stroll—) 

Madara: Excuse meeee!!! ☆

Shu: Gyoh!? M-mikejima….!? What in good heavens brought you here!? 

Do not bother me! Leave this instant! I do not want to have a barbarian such as you stampeding upon my atelier! 

Madara: Ahaha! This banter is so nostalgic! (1)

Didn’t we have a similar exchange back in Yumenosaki? If I’m not wrong, it was during Steamp— 

Shu: Non! I have no intentions of taking a trip down memory lane with you! 

You must have some business with me, right? Make it brief. 

Madara: Business, huh. And if “no” was my answer? 

Shu: …………

Madara: Sorry, sorry! I was just joking, you don’t have to glare at me all scary like that! 

Basically, Leo-san needed something from me. 

Shu: Tsukinaga did…? 

Madara: Yep. Apparently he’s been taking good care of a pen case that he borrowed from you. 

So much so in fact that he accidentally left behind the case’s stationary in this atelier. 

Shu: He’d only taken a pen case? Well, I suppose he is dexterous.

And that’s it? You came all the way to Paris just for Tsukinaga? 

Madara: Nah, I already had some work here in Europe, so I’m just dropping by.

Shu: “Dropping by”? No matter how trivially you say it, Europe’s not a place you can just casually travel through. 

 Either way, Tsukinaga’s forgotten belongings are not here. 

I had to send some luggage to the Starmony Dorms the other day, and I crammed in similar items as well. It’s probably all the way over there now. 

Good grief, why must everyone forget every little thing here? If they want to spend time overseas, perhaps consider bringing in some caution alongside? 

Madara: Mmhm. Since both language and culture are different, the way to do things here are bound to contrast with Japan’s. There’s no harm in being attentive. 

But also this atelier’s got such a homely feeling to it, it really calms you down. Maybe that’s why everyone’s losing their belongings here ♪

Shu: I'm not happy to hear that. This place isn’t a playground. 

Seems to me that you’ve been on a fool’s errand. Are you departing Paris after this? 

Madara: Nah. I’ve got time until my flight, so I’m planning on relaxing ‘til then. 

….Hmm? Why’re you dressing up? 

Are you going out? If so, please allow me to join you ☆

Shu: I refuse. I cannot relax when I’m near you. 

Madara: Now now, don’t say that! A journey is not just about the companions you have, but the people you care for along the way! (2) Having a friend is better than none…♪

<one hour later> 

Shu: …Seems like there’s a weekend flea market going on. 

Madara: Ooh, quite the Parisian spectacle! 

As you may or may not know, Paris is the one and only homeland for flea markets. 

It supposedly originates from the multitudes of secondhand-goods being sold resembling a flea infestation! (3)

Shu: I’m aware even without your quips, so do not spout such things at me. Just imagining it makes my back itch. 

Plus, that isn’t the only theory regarding its origin. 

I personally prefer the theory that it comes from the saying that “there is enjoyment found in taking the the time needed to search for treasure in the same way one would search for a flea”.

Madara: Enjoyment found in taking the time to search for things, huh. Truly, it must come from the exceptional feeling of accomplishment that comes with finding that rare piece of treasure. 

….Oh myyy? Something’s already caught my eye! 

This ceramic pot would be perfect for displaying plants ☆

Shu: Hm. Is gardening a hobby of yours? 

Madara: I wouldn’t quite call it a “hobby”. 

I’m not sure who started it, but my dorm room’s filled with plants, so I like bringing in some new ones from time to time. 

“Excuse me, shopkeeper-san! I’d like to buy this pot—” 

Shu: (....Ooh, looks like his constant traveling has lent him a rather good grasp on French) 

 (The real thrill of flea markets is the haggling. You must put your negotiation skills to its truest test….) 

<ten minutes later> 

Madara: —Thanks for waiting, Shu-san! 

Sorry for how long it took. I really hit it off with the shopkeeper. Before I knew it, we’d already talked for so long!

Shu: It’s alright. It’s good that your negotiations went well. 

It is of no concern to me what happens to you, however. But it would be a shame to watch an acquaintance get blatantly ripped off. 

Madara: Ah, so you were worrying about me. Thank you Shu-san, you’re a nice soul…♪

Shu: Don’t misunderstand. I simply do not want to feel unpleasant. 

Madara: Even then, that makes me happy to hear ♪

My haggling went great, so let me treat you to something as thanks for waiting.  

Tell me aaall about the specialties you’d recommend, Shu-san… ☆

Shu: Hmm… How about marron chauds— roasted chestnuts, then? 

It’s a winter specialty that you can find sold all around the city during the season. 

Madara: Sounds good! I’m sure it’ll warm us up. 

I can smell something fragrant over there, let’s go eat! 

---

TL Notes:

Shu’s lines aimed at Madara here is basically a 1-1 replica of a similar exchange in Steampunk Museum, which Madara tries to mention right after

Good old Madara idioms :] the original is 道連れ世は情け which doesn’t have an eng equivalent afaik? So I just used a shortened version of the meaning

This isn’t a correction or anything but Madara is so close to the actual most common theory… as Shu said there’s multiple theories, but one of the most common is that some of the goods sold in the markets were believed to have had actual flea infestations. I have never seen Shu’s theory before

This isn't proofread and was done in one go so feel free to correct me on anything!

[kindnessisweakness2]

6

Opening her front door, Emily screamed in excitement at the sight of her best friend. Cara had flown all the way from England to visit her. She was on the first plane she could get once she had heard about what Noah had done. The 3am facetime call from a distraught Emily had Cara re-arranging work and getting a plane as soon as she could. "Oh My God! I cant believe your finally here, Car!" Emily hugged her friend so tight. She needed this. She needed her best friend. Cara and Emily were two peas in a pod. They grew up together and knew everything about eachother. The good, embarrassing and ugly. Dumping her bags in Emily's guest room, not even bothering to unpack, Cara slumped on her sofa. "Tell me everything." Emily smiled at her. Cara hasn't changed abit and for that she was thankful. "Nothing to tell babe, I'm fine." Cara looked pointedly at her best friend and Emily could feel her eyes prickling under her knowing gaze. "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" Emily shook her head, trying her best at a smile. "No really, I'm good, honestly." The crack in her voice when she said it gave her away immediately. That was it. The floodgates opened and the tears came quick and fast. Cara pulled her close straight away as she sobbed into her friends chest. Sobbs turned in to borderline screams as all the hurt burst out of Emily. She had No one to turn to before Cara arrived. She hasn't been in Charming long so she had no close friends to turn to. She had friends from work ofcourse but none as close as Cara. "I-i just d-don't know what I did W-wrong-" she hiccupped trying to gain control of herself. "No." Cara snapped as she forced Emily to look up. "Fuck that. Fuck you for even allowing yourself to think that. That bastard is wrong. Cheating is the lowest of the low Em. To bring her home, invade YOUR personal space, your home. That disrespect is massive." Holding her face, Cara kissed her friends forehead. "Your amazing. And it's his fucking loss. I swear when i see him im gonna stomp on his balls." Emily smiled at her friend, despite the fresh tears flowing down her face. A knock on the door interrupted their moment. "I'll get it, you go unpack and get settled." Cara hugged her tight one last time before heading to her room. Emily wiped her eyes and quickly ran her hands through her wild hair, trying to make herself look less crazy. It was probably only the postman but she didn't want to open the door looking a state. She worked out very quickly gossip travelled fast in this town and she didn't want people knowing how much Noah had hurt her.

"Jax?" Confusion was clear in her voice as she opened her door. Worry crossed his face as soon as his eyes settled on her. Stepping forward, unable to stop himself he grabbed her face gently thumbs rubbing under her puffy eyes. "What's happened? Is something wrong?" Emily couldn't help but smile at his concern. "I'm fine." It was the same routine. Mask back on. Keep moving forward, put it away at the back of your brain. Jax clearly didn't believe her but didn't push it. "I've brought your Tupperware back from the other night." Unzipping his jacket he pulled the little blue lunchbag she had filled for him and handed it over. With a genuine smile she stepped back from the door way and let him come in. Shutting the door behind him, he followed her into the kitchen. "You didn't have to go out of your way to bring this back but thank you." Jax flashed her a smile as he leaned back against the counter. "Don't worry darlin' I was out this way anyway." A lie. But she didn't need to know that. Before Emily could say anything, Cara came bounding into the kitchen not noticing the new arrival. " So pick red or blue because I'm getting you laid tonight. Best way to get over a lad is get under another one is what they say isn't it?" Fiddling with the lacy underwear sets in her hand Cara didn't bother to look up. If she had she would've seen a bright red Emily and a smirking Jaxon Teller. "Car-" Emily tried to stop her ramblings but was cut off. " Not sure about the lace on this one, might be abit too much. You still have your nipple piercings in don't ya? Might have to avoid the lace. We want you rolling in pleasure not pain if you accidentally rip a titty off-" that was it. She couldn't stand it anymore. "CARA!" Emily screamed now tomato red. Looking up from the underware, Cara now spotted the god that was Jaxon Teller leaning against her friends counter, clearly enjoying this alittle too much. "Oh hello! I'm Cara, her best friend." Cara had no shame but Emily? Embarrassed was an understatement. "So what are the bars like in this town? We need young sexy men!" Emily covered her face with her hands at the boldness of her best friend. "Im not going drinking I'm getting inked tomorrow! You however have your fill! Charming is lacking in the sexy department though." Apart from Jaxon Teller, Emily mentally commented. "How about you guys come to the clubhouse tonight? There's always a party there. It'll make me feel better, you'll be safe there. Don't trust the bars in town all that much." The reluctance on Emily's face was obvious. Throwing his arm around her shoulders, Jax gave her a wink. "He won't be there darlin' I'll make sure. Also your friend wants Sexy men, where better to take her than the club house? We're the best looking fuckers around!"

With the pleading look on Cara's face and the smirk on Jax's, Emily quickly caved.

[pizzaintheuk]

Hey again thank you for all the likes I'm shocked people love my headcannons and mini story so enjoy this one.

This is set when hashtag invited Starscream to another family event however it does not go to plan.

Once a week Starscream will get a message from Hashtag invited him to another one of them family events. Normally, Starscream will not respond to these silly events however, it's been a month and his mind was going to dark places so going to see Hashtag will help clear his mind for a bit.

Starscream will never land at the location but a few miles away so doesn't make much noise. Once he lands in a near by forest Starscream will slowly walk up to the Malto's household.

Getting near to the location he can hear laughing and something moving around. This make Starscream wondering what going on. Lowering his body and hiding near a big rock he can see the children and terrens playing a game with a ball of some sort.

It was heart warming from where Starscream can see. Everyone playing together and just enjoying eachother company. The adults were sitting at the side watching out drinking some weird liquid.

It made Starscream reflect when he was young born as a cold construction was never allowed to have "fun". His duty from the start was traveling to different areas of Cybertron to protect an area or someone. The only time he was free was when his boss let them recharge.

Starscream remember watching the "spark" Cybertronian walking freely, chatting away with their friends and allowing to express themselves. It made him wished he can be like them but also remember the cruel comments when doing his duty.

Some examples were...

"Go back to your factory where you was born"

"They are not normal"

"Can they be weird somewhere else"

"We don't have any space for these clones"

This make Starscream want to lash out at something. It was not his fault born as a low class, a clone someone who whole point in living is to work. Starscream wanted to be someone to be remember...like how Hashtag was willing to invite him to event or message to see if he alright. Hashtag was willing to listen to a second hand low class robot about his worries.

These little things Hashtag does for Starscream has really effected him. It tells that he not scarp, who can be wanted and there is someone who care for his spark.

Suddenly a loud "bang" sound stopping Starscream from thinking. It also stop the game because the sound came from Hashtag kicking the ball too hard which hit Twitch in the face.

A low booming voice saying "What going on here?" The voice came from the only robot Starscream does not want to go near.... Megatron.

Megatron slowly walk up to Twitch to see if she was alright. She was crying and pointed at Hashtag which got Megatron looking at her. Starscream panic Megatron wouldn't dare harm a child...would he?

Past memories came flooding into his brain of Megatron grabbing his neck when Starscream done something wrong. He remember not done anything to upset his "Master" other than being arm reach to be Megatron punching bag.

Starscream has to do something fast as Megatron was walking slowly to Hashtag. Using his thrusters Starscream dash away from his hidden spot to go between "master" and his only friend. Quickly transform one hand into a saw and the other arm aim the ray gun towards Megatron.

"Don't you dare go anywhere near her!" He shouted.

Ready to attack.

Ready to project the only person who care.

To be continue???

Thankyou again for the likes. If you want me to continue let me know if not I don't mind people message me of different event they want me to explore.

Thankyou again for the likes. If you want me to continue let me know if not I don't mind people message me of different event they want me to explore.

[9800sblog]

hi! 💗 I was wondering if you could do a reading on Lewis Hamilton on his personality/true self in public vs private? thank you and love your blog 💗💗

Lewis Hamilton tarot reading

personality in public vs private

do I have his energy permission to do and share this reading? knight of pentacles

i sense some hesitancy from him, it seems he has experience with people trying to uncover secrets to ruin his reputation, so I will be as nice as I can! I only tell what the cards show me, which is what he has given permission to share.

his personality in public, in front of cameras, celebrities and bosses

knight of cups reversed, page of wands, king of swords reversed, the star, hanged man reversed, the devil

he tries to impress mostly with his body and face, but also money, like he's casually living the lavish lifestyle, he can get really superficial. he is perceived as untouchable, not only for fans, he has a confidence in himself that people aren't used to seeing in stars. he is someone that people would give up everything to have - business people, crushes and fans - he is incredibly valuable, he has great reputation and power. he likes to be seen as a man with pure intentions, someone who can create greatness out of dry land, a pure heart who inspires others to be good. when it comes to love and romance, the general opinion seems to fluctuate, some may think no one is good enough for him and others think "he doesn't want commitment, not that he is a player but he never gets married, so there must be something wrong with him", it seems he wants to get married and have kids, he just might think it's not possible for him, for some reason, maybe because of his job and his environment, he may feel a little stuck, like people say sometimes that "fame is a curse". i think he is really sensitive and delicate, so he tries to look as badass as possible so that nobody tries to fuck him up. he knows money and palpable things is power in his work so he may show off as a message for the bad people around him. his hair is definitely signature for him, body is important, to stay strong and mentally bright + the public must know he is healthy, chains, expensive wine, philanthropy/charity work/activism, he must have a thick layer, authoritative, powerful and ruthless.

how he is casually, with close friends and family

3 of cups reversed, ace of pentacles reversed, 5 of wands, 9 of swords, page of swords, the emperor reversed, the magician reversed, bottom of the deck 4 of cups (so many cards 😭)

in privacy, he doesn't feel a need to be so powerful and strong, he rests and he allows himself to accept help, he doesn't try to look strong or loud or like a star, he's just a guy. I think he really, strongly appreciates quietness, calmness and just an opportunity to rest, I think he doesn't go out much. I remember zendaya saying that her job is so demanding and crazy, that when she has time for herself, she doesn't like to travel or go to parties, she just likes to be home, watching tv and sleeping, I'm getting that same vibe for him, specially since he's a racer, his job is literally very fast and physically, mentally demanding, his life is constantly at risk, so, in privacy, he just is, he just exists. the cards are very cancer directed. he might like to study and plan for his future, I can see him listening to music quietly and just staring at nothing, thinking about everything. i think he is very patient, but also overwhelmed, so he prefer to be alone in almost complete silence, he doesn't seem to be fond of surprise visits, he would be nice and you would feel at home and comfortable, but secretely he would be wishing on your demise. I don't think he lies about who he is when he's in public, he's just an introvert acting more extroverted because he's at work, he seems to enjoy the same music and clothes and movies, it's just a more quiet version of what the public sees. I think he likes the sound of silence, birds chirping, cars passing and the faint noise of people talking. I think when he's with family, he is the type to be in a different room with the pets, but still enjoy being part of the conversation and being included; his close friends would definitely know to or text and wait for him to answer before showing up at his house, I think he ignores calls and may be the type to pretend he's not home if somebody knocks on the door. he seems quite immature in private, childish, childlike, prone to baby talk, for sure. he seems really fond of animals, probably talks to his pets and tells them secrets. I don't think he's very outdoorsy, he may love the purity of nature but as long as he can stay home, without bugs, humidity and allergies, he may like the beach or have a mountain house, idk. hobbies would include studying, analyzing, watching tv, maybe documentaries, fashion/modeling, flowers are revelant but idk why, he seems to love water, spirituality/religions is definitely something he genuinely enjoys, I looked him up and he is a catholic, I think he prays a lot in privacy, that makes sense with the previous messages. teddy bear, playful acting, dressing up and styling his hair differently, the type to get up when watching tv to imitate a scene, definitely talks during movies, really enjoys having people around and would love a big family, is however very closed off and likes to be alone most of the time. will likely have his dream life he desires when he retires and have more opportunities. also, he is definitely very emotionally attached to pop divas and sings his heart out to songs made for young girls, I did search his birth chart and it says he has a moon in cancer so he may feel particularly represented in taylor swift, mariah carey, shakira and dua lipa songs (same moon sign), he might have also been a fan of britney (same mercury sign) or katy (same rising sign) when he was younger, because I'm mostly getting songs from them. this specific song seems relevant for his current energy:

[zhongluong]

what are your OCs

I had someone ask me this just a few weeks ago! I totally didn't forget my ask button says that

So, all of them are TES related, this time I'm gonna give a quick rundown of each and pick one to go into more detail with. Not Neean, he got that last time.

Going chronologically:

Inge the Oathkeeper - they/them Nord Vestige, general in the Three Banners War. Ancestor of Ylva Oathkeeper.

Morgan Lelles - he/him Breton Vestige and lightning sorcerer. Member of the Mage's Guild. Works with Inge and Tarim (belonging to @tiredbosmer ) to end the Planemeld.

Skip forward two eras.

Vanikar - he/him Dunmer. High-end courtesan in Riften, occasionally sells information to the Thieves Guild, but nothing his clients tell him. Customer Confidentiality and all that.

Neean Andrones - he/him/??? Argonian alchemist, born in Riften. Time traveler and paradoxical origin of much of his own knowledge and also his Hist.

Ylva Oathkeeper - she/her Nord Last Dragonborn, Harbinger of the Companions, and werewolf. Works with Tarim (the first one's grandson, also tiredbosmer's) to end the Dragon Crisis. Spends less than a year as High Queen and hands it back to Elisif.

Technically pertinent to the latest group, but actually much older:

Iizkaaljoor - Ice-Champion-Mortal, read as Campion of the Ice Mortals. Lightning aligned dovah, lives in Lake Ilinalta. Helps Ylva and Tarim 2 during and after the Dragon Crisis. Noticably smaller than other dragons, amphibious.

Bahdobrahm - Wrath-Of-North, read just like that. Ice aligned dovah, huge. I think I'm gonna infodump about him today, tiredbosmer is the only other one who knows about him yet.

So, when I say huge, I mean this guy is massive. We decided that dragons in TES are actually different sizes, with Alduin and Odahviing being the biggest. The idea is that the 'first' ones are bigger, especially the first of a particular kind. Bahdobrahm is big enough to easily rival Odahviing, a good visual is the Legends card for him. However, Bahdobrahm looks bigger because he's a Frost dovah, and has this mane of spines going from his horns to partway down his tail.

He also, way back in the beginning of people settling Skyrim, was the one to allow safe passage for the other dragons to cross the Sea of Ghosts. He already lived in the northeast peninsula of Skyrim, hunting among the ice floes for wolf-whales (orcas). So, basically, Alduin had to ask him to come through. Imagine being a literal demigod and needing to ask permission from this less powerful sibling to cross the hallway to your new room.

Then when the Dragon Cult lost power, he refused to join either side. He doesn't exactly like other dragons, and mortals are usually more of a nuisance than anything. Despite not being against the humans, he did end up getting killed by them.

Fast forward to the Dragon Crisis, and Alduin resurrects him, hoping maybe now he'll be on the dragon side of this war. He was wrong, Bahdobrahm told him to fuck off and went back to minding his own business on his mountain and hunting whales.

Inge accidentally finds his roost chasing down a bandit, and they manage to immediately get on his good side. They keep coming back to talk with him, and they make friends. He proceeds to catch a narwhal and flies halfway across Skyrim to deliver it to Oathkeeper Hall.

[hazbinextgeneration]

Demon Bride Ch36 Demons Are Strange

Last Part Here:

https://www.tumblr.com/hazbinextgeneration/738417773697433601/demon-bride-ch35-when-in-rome-or-a-demon?source=share

First Part Here:

https://www.tumblr.com/hazbinextgeneration/709087246035337216/demon-bride-ch1?source=share

Next Part Here:

I'm adding some important info about the au.

*How many demons blood arts will Y/n have?

She'll have 4-

#1 Blood Demon Art Flora Bomb

By digging her nails into wood/branches, Yn will be able to inject the wood with blood and produce bombs she can use like grenades.

#2 Blood Demon Art Petal Poison

A scent that can given off either as a warning (Ex: Orange Lilies which means hate) or they give off a poisonous smell that is deadly to inhale to ANY demon or human alike. 

#3 Blood Demon Art Perfumed Slashes

Y/n deadliest and most efficient attack. Thanks to a mutation in her blood, Yn can turn her blood into a deadly poison that she can then infuse into her nails by clawing her body to cover her hands in blood. This poison is full of wysteria and can be smelt in the air.

#4 Blood Demon Art Foresight 

As for this ability,  Yushiros blood demon art allows him to see things no one else can example being Yahsba's arrows. Y/n has the same ability only slightly different as she can sense things others can't. Such as she was able to sense that Gyutaro would attack the vender and Kokushibo's different aura compared to everyone else. This blood demon art is more subtle and works at random.

(Warnings!!: Enmu IS his own warning, possibly some innuendos, and blood being drawn.)

"I'm sorry I kissed you without asking...That was wrong of me."

"Don't apologize. I thought the kiss was cute."

"O-Ok...I'm...also sorry for just dumping all of that on you. I understand if you don't want to see me again."

"I DO want to see you again. And I want Rui to be able to see you too. Don't apologize for being honest with me."

Akaza had taken nearly an hour to get himself together after that surprise kiss, and you took the long moment to process the shock of that being the second kiss someone gave YOU in one day. By now Akaza seemed better. Rui was cradled fast asleep in his arms and Akaza didn't give one complaint about cradling the eleven year old in his arms, in anything else he seemed content to hold onto him. Which lead to him just quietly staring at Rui for a bit...

"...He doesn't seem to hate me. I'm relieved to know that I guess," he mumbled.

You were confused at this. "Why would he hate you? He's literally calling you his father now."

"....He knows what I did to his actual father.''

You paused stunned for a moment.. before blinking. "What? How do you know that?"

"When we were traveling he awoke while you were asleep one night. He refused to sleep again unless I made up a story about something random I thought of....But he said something I haven't mentioned up til now." Rui mumbled in his sleep as Akaza shifted him to stand. "He said the reason why I was sent to the mountains was to free him...I never told him I went to his Clan's home, which meant he must've seen me there at one point and...knew what I've done." ....He silently stood up still looking at the sleeping child in his arms. "But he doesn't seem to hold that against me.."

"Probably for good reason." You also stood looking at the scene in front of you. It seemed almost domestic. "...I can't say what exactly his relationship was with his other family was, but he seemed to have a pretty bad relationship with both his parents. You doing what you did might've been the kindest thing anyone's ever done for him in his mind. ...That might be why he imprinted on you specifically out of everyone."

He scrunched his brows in thought considering what you said for a moment before sighing. "Still...I deprived not only him, but all those other children of that father. That being the case... I'll have no other choice but to fill that position for Rui." He nodded. "But he's not the only one.. I'll have to speak with..." He grimaced and nearly growled with his next words. "..Douma, about placing a positive male figure in those other children's lives. Not him mind you, but perhaps their mother could remarry or we could find a male they could imprint onto until they get older." He hummed again. "...I'll have to work on that while I temporary take over Kokushibo's work."

You again blinked. "You'd go though all the trouble of finding his brothers and sisters a father?"

"I'll figure something out. But I think in the meantime I'd better be going. Kokushibo was supposed to be looking into a string of recent murders, but I'll have to go instead." He looked around the darkened room. "Where is he sleeping?"

"Over there." You pointed to a connecting door to your room. "He has his own room through there."

Akaza nodded before turning  to the door and you watched as it slid open with him disappearing inside, a moment later Akaza returned with a sigh from his lips. "He's been put to sleep. It's late so it's no surprise he fell asleep."

You nodded. "Yeah. He's not the only one tired. I think I'll turn in too."

"I'd imagine....Y/n, listen. If..you really don't want me to court you, I'll respect your wishes and take back my gift. I'll no longer court you and I will respect whomever you choose to be with."

Your eyes widened... before you sighed. "I don't know what I want to do Akaza. I really like you and some of the others but It's too soon to make a decision. But if you want to court me..I guess everyone can until I make my final choice."

"REALLY?!..I mean-.." He coughed covering the excitement earlier.  "Yes. I will keep that in mind." You chuckled at his antics but stopped when a hand of his pulled your bangs back. "....Good night, Y/n. I'll try to see you again soon."

And he left you standing there blinking at the place he once stood.. Before you sighed a pink coming over your face and your hands ran over your face. You had too much on your mind. Right now what  you needed was a good night's sleep and that futon looked very inviting to your mind. Walking over, you nearly face planted into the soft blankets and allowed the deep cushions to encase your body eyes closing. You'd think about what to do this tomorrow for now you'd just sleep just take you away from all your problems. The darkness enveloped as your eyelids closed and the night took a hold of your senses.

"My Lady. Wake up, My Lady. You need to get up now."

You groaned out again from someone prodding your shoulder and opened your eyes up to not one but three fancily dressed up lady demons smiling down at you. ".....I already said I don't want servants." You grumbled turning to your side to show your back towards them all and throwing the blanket over your head. "And Im sleeping in right now. So don't bother me."

"But Lady Y/n, you have gifts from the nobles,"  one insisted pushing on your shoulder again making you groan and poke your eyes out.

"What?" 

"Your gifts, Your Ladyship," one of them smiled at you wider. "It's customary to gift things whenever a Kizuki gets engaged to make the new lady feel welcome, and you're the only one here."

More gift giving? Why? You were planning to leave here soon, you couldn't have all these things when you do go. Your exposed eyes crinkled up in slight annoyance. You couldn't even sleep in around here? What were things coming too? You barely blinked when one of those smiling faces shoved a bright blue box in your face.

"A gift from the lady Iko from the Watoshi family! They're responsible for the manufacturing of most beauty products we use! I'm sure she sent you something splendid!"

"....Open it and tell me what's inside."

Not surprising it was make up. You sat up groggily but quickly woke up when you saw the pile of boxes literally behind them. They were all smiles and giggles- Rui was digging through them and pulling out a couple. He pulled it open, looked at the insides, and made a face before harshly shoving it back in the pile at random only to grab another.

"Rui." Said child looked at you with a pink box in his hands. "What are you doing?'

He simply shook the pink box in his hands and looked at it. "I'm taking the ones I want. Most of these things are just kimonos that won't fit me." You watched as he opened the pink box and peered inside, only to reach inside and pull out a small wall mirror surrounded by a frame of gold. "....This one's going in my room."

You huffed a chuckle. "Be my guest. Take anything you want. It's only fair since you came here with me."

"Excuse me, Lady," One of the girls spoke with a concerned look. "Is that a good idea? These gifts are meant to be for you."

"And I said he can have what he wants. It's not like I can do a lot with a mirror." What were you going to do with it? Just stared at your reflection all day? If Rui wanted a few things he could have them. He deserved some things too after everything he's been through- "WHOA! HEY!" Your hand flew to your head and you snapped your eyes around to one of the ladies welding a brush in one hand who had touched your hair. "What are you doing?"

She blinked her three eyes at you. "Doing..your hair?" She asked unsure. "You have horrible bed head." 

"I can do that myself thank you," you spoke calmly holding up your hand, "Also I'd appreciate it if you asked me first before touching my head. I'm not keen on stranger's touching me without asking." You looked around the place and caught another woman holding up a kimono to you while a third held another box. "... Where's breakfast?"

"We must get you ready first, Your Ladyship," the one holding the kimono said holding the many, many layered kimono up to you insistently. "There's lots to do today."

"Like what?"

"There's the unwrapping of your gifts of course and more is coming in as we speak!" An arm tugged on yours as she tried to get you out of bed. 

"Then there's all the letters of gratitude you have to write back in thanks!" Another hand tugged on your hair again. "And you've been invited by seven families for tea. You need to sort out the dates you will meet them." You jerked your head back as two other hands shoved their way past the hair and tugged on your face. "There's also your introduction to high society and the tutors who'll be teaching you everything you need to know."

"Know?!" Your vision became fuzzy as you felt boxed in. "Know what?"

"How to carry yourself in high society of course. Your manners now are unbecoming of a lady of your caliber. It's obvious you've never had a proper tutor to teach you proper manners." "Or how to properly dress yourself." "Or have the correct manners and attitude to match your position. Don't worry. Miss Yoko will ensure your new self will be the envy of any man-" 

"Get OFF of me!!" 

The women all screamed as a blanket was suddenly thrown up into the air and on top of them. Taking the chance you scrambled in the panic out of the bed and crawled along the floor towards the sliding door.

"Mother? Ah!"

A box of expensive looking handkerchiefs fell from his hands as a stronger hand grabbed hold of his arm on instinct and flying he went dragged away by a running form dashing out the sliding door with a bang and into the hallway you fled.

"MY LADY!! WAIT!!"

You ignored their calls of coming back in favor of running down the fancily decorated hallways across the place passing by paintings and rugs and shining things that sparkled so much it nearly blinded you. You passed by other demons who carried objects or heavily scrubbed everything to keep it polished up. They all looked towards you but you ran right past and around them. 

"Mother! I haven't had breakfast yet!"

You weren't able to hear what he said as you sharply turned a corner and still ran past surprised faces that glanced at you. Exit. Exit. Exit. Screamed your mind as they ran and ran and ran.  Where was it?! Where was it?! Your head felt clouded and full of fog as your feet moved. You ran! Ran out of  that room. That situation. That...From those women. Along the shiny decor. Past surprised faces of perfectly fancy demons polishing everything and anything to keep it shining. Past paintings and rugs and things so shiny that they blinded your eyes as you ran Rui in tow. EXIT. EXIT. EXIT-

THERE IT WAS.

A giant sliding door stood there after another twist of a hallway and your feet bolted towards it. The giant door flew open and out across the docks two figures ran. Across the maze of docks illuminated by glowing blue water as you left it all behind as you ran. Koi fish darting away as you stepped. You were nearly there. Nearly towards the end of the docks-

You tripped.

On a board that was slightly higher than the others, just sticking out there enough to catch your foot on. Losing your balance and falling over. Your hand losing its grip on Rui. Purple eyes's fear illuminated by blue moonlight shining from the water. It's rippling surface allowing you to see just how deep your watery grave would be. Eyes snapped shut.

....But there was no splash?

You felt as if you suspended in mid air. Not a thing holding-...No. wait a second. There WAS a a grip on you. A hard grip was square in the middle of your back holding onto your kimono and dangling you from the side of the dock. What the?...You opened your eyes to gaze at the sparkling, rippling water's surface glowing back to you completely bewildered.

"I know I wanted you to fall for me, but I fear maybe you're over doing it, Begonia.~"

...You knew that voice. Your head turned up over your shoulder and met very familiar real colored eyes. 

"Now what could scare you so badly that you'd jump into the water?," Enmu cooed at you tilting his head. 

....You sighed. "Get me back on dry land and I'll tell you." Surprisingly he did. You were lifted up and back onto your own two feet. Before reaching around to shoo his hand away from your back which he chuckled at. "Thank you for helping me but what are you doing here?"

"In light of a new situation, I've been ordered to investigate an important scientific matter ordered by the Master himself ~," he purred with a wide smile at you. "So I'll be staying here until the matter is settled. Lord Muzan has been gracious enough to let me use his own laboratory.~"

"That's nice but why are you here? Are you here to see Hantengu as well?"

Enmu actually giggled giddily holding a cheek. "No silly.~ I'm staying at the Kizuki Dwell until my assignment is finished. I'm here to make arrangements for my room. But ..I admit there are other reasons as well."

"Oh?... What's that?"

"I need another sample of your blood."

"....Excuse me?" 

"There's been a recent development of your blood tests,'' he explained with a smile, "Apparently more and more people smell only a certain type of flower from you. I asked around and apparently Kokushibo links hydrangea to you. And Douma was under the impression that you stink of lotus blossoms when you first met. However they're not the only ones. I spoke to Hantengu's sons while they were imprisoned. All five of them think you smell like aster blooms."

"Really?" You weren't shocked by this point but it was surprising to you...Wait. Kokushibo DID mention Hydrangeas when you both spoke yesterday. "Why is this happening so much?"

"I think I have an idea but I just need a little bit more time to run a few more tests to be absolutely certain what I think is happening to you is in fact happening. You'll need to be a little more patient. But enough about me right now." He tilted his head looking your disheveled form up and down. "....You look a mess. Like you just survived being chased by an animal.~ What's happened to my dear Y/n-chan?~"

You opened your mouth to speak-

"MADAM Y/N!! WHERE ARE YOU?!,"A distant woman's voice wailed.

Enmu blinked as something dove behind him, gripping onto his shoulders and he tilted his head amused at your form peeking over his shoulder and Rui tilted his body watching carefully. "Ah. I see the problem. Oh poor darling.~"  A hand cooed reaching up to pat your own hand sarcastically amused. ''Did the servants' over enthusiasm scare you?~"  

"They want to subject me to hell!," You hissed at him making him chuckle more. "It's NOT funny! I just told them I didn't want servants and I woke up to three women trying to dictate what I did! I wasn't even served breakfast first!" 

"Neither was I. I'm hungry, Mother."

"Rui as well!!" He chuckled again and you frowned stepping to the right to stand next to him and face his smile. "It's no laughing matter. Rui needs proper nutrition provided to him if I want him to remain healthy." You tilted your head. "Isn't that what you said he needed? He needed proper care especially food to safely take his medicine?"

This time Enmu did hum. "....You have a fair point. And it's strange that they would do that."

"Do what?"

"Not serve you dear son food. They're supposed to care for the both of you..not just you, and blatantly ignoring your requests your first night here.." he hummed deeply squinting his eyes. "Interesting."

"Is that bad?"

"It's certainly strange. Right now you rank higher than they are and yet they blatantly deny the boy despite his new position and the clear orders you gave them."

"Not only that! They're all going to try to change me!"

His eyes refocused from thinking and snapped back to you with a hum. "I beg pardon?"

"They're gonna try to brainwash me into some 'high class lady worthy of my position and caliber' because apparently I 'have bad manners that was obviously never taught to me correctly '." You scowled at him as he stared at you. "No one has Time for that!"

"LADY Y/N!!"

You dove back behind the demon as he stared at nothing in particular. My, my, my, my. Well this was certainly an interesting development. No food. No rules being followed. It sounds as if the situation was being entirely dictated by someone else who was ignoring Y/n. Did the Master not explicitly state what care the boy needed for his stay? Well..This wouldn't do. Not only that..They planned on messing with his Begonia's head? Changing her to fit a certain role? Hmm....That meant a change in herself. Which meant a change of personality. Which meant no more of that fiery passion that caused his nerves to stand on fire. The way she'd push him back three steps for every one he walked. After all when was there ever a woman who actually had the gull to throw him around when he was much more stronger than her? He loved the feeling- No. The THRILL of the unpredictability that is Y/n. Never knew when she'd throw him out a window or hide behind him. It was a fun experience he never had before. To change her into a walking copy of every other spoiled rich woman would deprive him of that joy....

The HELL if that was going to happen.

He gave a slight inhale reaching out to pat your hand again.  "Well that won't do at all. Let me see if I can get this fixed for you. Then we can see about those blood arrangements.~"

"Just keep your hands to yourself or I'll throw you into the water!"

He chuckled again despite the frown on her face. "Shall we then?"

You didn't move until he started walking forward with you staying right behind him using Enmu as a shield. Rui never took his eyes off Enmu, narrowing his eyes as he followed them back towards the entrance way to the fancy place. He could feel the grip tightening up on his shoulders as they neared, it seemed she was ready to bolt at the slightest hint of them cornering her... Adorable.~ He stepped along with a smile on his face and briefcase in one hand. The sounds of frantic footsteps and distant voices became closer and closer the closer they got. The woman staying right behind him even as the door was pushed further open revealing the tiny Kizuki demon there. It took a moment to really take in what they were all doing. A lot more demons had gathered about babbling to one another or walking around aimlessly trying to get something done as everyone else spoke. But soon one of the men stopped noticing Enmu standing in the doorway, face instantly paling in fear. The demon he was speaking too also stopped talking to turned confused but got the same expression as the first demon. Slowly but surely everyone started looking. Everyone stopped talking. The silence set in as everyone stopped moving to stare petrified at the figure in the doorway with a child still glaring daggers at his side and a woman peeking out behind him with a scowl. 

"Such wonderfully shocked faces.~ I did send a message ahead to expect me this morning, so you all shouldn't be so surprised to see me. Unless...Oh. is there something wrong here that I should know about?"  A few demons looked at each other uneasy and a few others started sweating. Interesting.~ "Mmm. I think Im a little hungry. Why doesn't someone bring enough food to my room to feed three people? After all, I have guests with me."

With that he started walking again. You didn't stop using him as a shield between you and everyone else. It was like when that Oiran parted the crowd in the entertainment district, the demons parted from the middle of the halls as he walked past them all with a hum.

"Just point out the direction of your room and we'll start from there, Dear."

"Start down that hall-" You pointed a hand. "-and then take two lefts." He started off in the direction you pointed and listened whenever you pointed out a different  direction for him to follow until you pointed not at a hall but a room. "There. That's my room there."

He turned his head and looked like he was going to ask you something-

"LADY Y/N!!"

Your head turned. Your eyes widened. "Oh hell no!!"

"HAH!!" Enmu squealed as two hands grabbed his sides and swung him Around to face the upcoming small group of ladies running down the hall towards you all. His face lighting up a pink as you essentially death hugged him from behind. ... before he gave a little shiver and smile over his shoulder. "Why Y/n.~ I never knew you were so forward, and with so many people ar-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll throw you into a train engine!," You growled behind him making him chuckle again. "ITS NOT FUNNY-!!"

"MY LADY!!," Yoko cried holding up the hem of her kimono in order to allow her to run faster. What was she doing here?! She stopped in front of you all with a look like her make up would start smudging any minute. "There you are. We were so worried when you just ran off like that! What ever got into you?"

"Ah. That's what I would like to know."

Everyone looked at Enmu who smiled wider. Everyone paled. Everyone immediately bowed. 

"L-Lord Enmu! You're here? With the Lady? AH!! I MEAN OF COURSE YOU ARE!!", Yoko panickedly corrected her earlier blunder that Enmu. Did. Not. Miss. Tilting his head at her. "Y-You both are engaged After all!! Why would you not be with your fiance?! W-We were not expecting you so soon."

"I have gotten that impression." His head tilted more. "Now I wonder just what you all could've done to make my begonia flee like she did."

She visibly went rigid. "....Us?"

"Of course. No sane person would bolt like she did unless she has a reason to or she had a nervous break down. As much fun as it would be to see her break down, I'm under the impression that there's someone overriding her choices here~," he sing singed with a creepily cheery attitude before humming a finger tapping his chin. "Now what on earth could've that been I wonder."

"There was strangers in my room when I SAID I didn't want strangers in there!," You hissed from behind him making him hum. "Not only that, but I had three people I didn't even know trying to touch my head and dress me!" It sent a shiver down your spine. "Not to mention the plan to brainwash me!!"

"Brainwashing. I'm actually very familiar with that concept! Even have some hands on experience.~" He proudly cooed with a hand on his chest. "But the thought of any of you doing that to the woman, who may I remind you I am attracted to by her original self.....Well that thought makes me very upset.~" His voice took a small twist that made you blink at him.

"N-No!! No!! We would never!! Honest, Lord," Yoko nearly squealed in his presence. "I-I merely set about t-to make sure t-t-that she would be prepared for her n-new position is all!"

"By completely ignoring what she asked? By going over her head and dictating what she should want based on your own standards? ....Going behind our backs to change our woman??"  No one spoke after that sentence making him hum louder and twist his head to the side with an audible crack of his neck. "What was it she told me? Soon to be taught the proper way to behave for a lady of her position or something close to that? Oh dear, oh dear. That won't do at all. The blatant disrespect and disregard is something I can't overlook here. It would be a shame if the others found out."

"W-We'll fix all the wrongs right away!! P-Please have mercy!! W-We only did what we thought was best-"

"No. Not 'we'. YOU. But luckily for my beloved Im here to fix it!!" His cheery smile and tone return as his head popped back up.  "And you lovely ladies have the chance to redeem yourselves! Now the first order of business is for me to just say...If anything of this magnitude happens again, I'll convince the Master to allow me some 'volunteers' for my new wysteria tonic." The air dipped in feeling that even sent a shiver down your spine.  "Now on the other hand, would one of you ladies be a sweetheart and bring all of us some food?" His tone shifted again back to happy go lucky. "If I recall, you all never even fed them first before shoving your ideals on her."

"That's not the only thing shoved onto me." He again hummed in question. "Look inside my room."

He paused for a moment before Enmu turned- ?! He blinked amused when two strong arms just grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to walk backwards still forcing him to stay between you and them until you got to the door and motioned towards the door. He chuckled again, you scowled deeper, and he held up his hands before opening the door. .....Hmm. Now wasn't this interesting? A completely normal room except for the obvious mountain of boxes and gifts scattered everywhere. Oh my, oh my. It looks like there was already some spoiled people trying to get in good with his lady. The thought bubbled up a small but very primal anger in the back of his mind as he turned to face the half bowed ladies staring at him in fear.

"Now what have here? You should know better than to throw all of this on her her first night here. Don't you know what stress that would cause?"

"B-B-But Sir. T-The nobles always traditionally give gifts to a new Lady-"

"Then send them a thank you card on her behalf and tell them all that she's too overwhelmed to be bothered.~" He smiled wider. "If they have any problems with how we handle things then please tell them to feel free to talk to the Kizuki. In the meantime..." He pulled back the sleeve on his other wrist. "I am running behind on some appointments...Set up a room for me close to my fiance and bring us some food. I have some unfinished business to do. Come Begonia.~"

He motioned for you to follow him as he just walked into the room and not wanting to stay anywhere close to the demons who tried to essentially take over your life, you followed quickly followed by Rui. As soon as the door closed , you exhaled a huge sigh of relief allowing your body to relax against the closed door and breath. Gods these demons were crazy. CLICK!! You slowly looked back up and found Enmu with his back to you digging through his open briefcase he had set up on top of the mountain of boxes. He hummed happily to himself rummaging through it meanwhile Rui stood as still as a statue staring at him.  Guess Rui still had a bad impression of Enmu from the last time they've been alone with you, but Rui hadn't made any effort to tie him up again....Yet. 

"Alright! I found it!," He happily sang with an absolutely cheery voice turning back to you with a clean vile like he usually used to get your blood, a sharp nail already ready to poke your hand with once more. "Now hold still. This won't take but a moment.~"

You rose a brow starting to get tired of this process. "How many times do you HAVE to do this?! I'm starting to think it's hopeless."

"Actually this will be the last time I need it. I just need a present day sample to test and compare it to the older samples. Then I can actually confirm if my theory about your blood is correct."

"Mind sharing?"

He shook his head. "I don't want to spread false information in case I am wrong. If I am it'll just cause more trouble, but rest assured I will tell you once I confirm it. Now your hand please.~"

You deadpanned but sighed and held up your hand- "Ow!"

A sharp prick hit your finger and you found Enmu again pressing the vile against the small cut and blood dropped into the vile. You only watched as he got a decent few drops before he let you go and slapped the cork back on. Staring at the red lovingly with his teal eyes.

"So pretty.~ Your blood always fascinates me.~"

You rolled your eyes already used to his antics. "Nice to know you're taking this seriously." He turned to place the vile back in his bag. "Thank you by the way." He hummed pausing his movements to look back at you. Your hand gestured to the door. "Back there I mean. If you hadn't scared the heavens out of them, they might've tried forcing me into all those things. It honestly scared me for a moment."

He hummed with a blink before smiling again and continuing to put things away. "Well I was able to see your face in despair which excited me.~ So we can call ourselves even for now.~ Besides I can't have anyone going around trying to change my pretty ill tempered mistress can I?~" 

"You know the only reason I accepted that 'gift' was because I needed the medicine for Rui, right? I didn't want any engagements. No matter how cute your reactions are, I'm not accepting your love.'' Enmu had paused, his eyes widened at you. "...What?

"Y-You..Think I'm cute?" His genuine surprise slowly twitched into a spellbound love struck look before he giggled like a girl who had just gotten kissed by her crush, hands grabbing his cheeks stained a pink....shit. "Aaaawww.~ My Begonia's already in the denial part of the falling in love stage.~ It makes me so happy!~"

"Enmu, knock it off before I change my mind about throwing you in that water!"

"YES!!"  You jumped as he moved quicker than you thought possible and in one moment he was right in front of you clutching his chest. That same love struck look in his eyes staring at you. "Please throw me! Please punch me! Do please do anything as long as I feel your skin upon mine even for a moment.~"

...You blinked before reaching a hand to your temples. "Ah shit. You really do have it bad huh?''

"But of course.~ I love everything about you. That's why I don't want them to change you.~"

...You slowly looked back to him. "You like....me being myself? Well..No offense but I wasn't expecting that answer from you."

"Oh I might seem like that but it's true~," he continued to gush, "And you're the first for everything for me.~ My first time anyone let alone a lady threaten me. Push me around. Defend me. Trusts me enough despite my actions and personality.~ Even now you don't cower away or reject me outright.~ Even when you threaten me I can tell you have emotions aimed just for me behind it.~ Don't you see..Y/n. I love you." He gushed and you blinked when he grabbed your hand. "You excite me in ways I've never been given a chance to feel.~ Why would I want that absent from my li-..." He completely stopped eyes going wide and jaw dropping as that hand reached up to cup his cheek. "....life."

"Alright I get it you love struck fool." You said with a roll of your eyes. "I guess I owe you a little bit of gratitude for all you did for me, and still doing for me. And I can appreciate the honesty at least. But promise me one thing."

He shivered before leaning towards the touch he felt. Hands reaching up to gently hold the hand holding his cheek. "Name it.~"

"When you do get the results of my blood, I would like to know fully what you've done with it. I think I have a right to know that at least."

"Done.~" He then tilted his head sideways and you jumped when a soft pair of lips gently kissed the palm of your hand before the face nuzzled into it's warmth. "Trust me.~ Your blood's story is one I'm most thrilled to tell you.~"

You nodded. "G-Good." You cleared your throat nevermind the slight pink of your cheeks. "I e-expect you to keep your word."

"Do I get another kiss in thanks?~"

You rolled your eyes. "You and kisses. By the way you're acting it's like I gave you the first kiss of your Life-"

"Yes."

You blinked. "What?"

He chuckled again. "Did you think I was wrong when I said you were my first? Your kiss was my first heavenly experience with love.~ And I would not like it to be my last.~"

[bennidraws]

16+17, 28, 44, 64 for both of them <3 ✨

aaah thank you so much, bb!!! ❤️ this got way longer than anticipated IM SORRY IN ADVANCE

16. Which of the companions does your Tav trust most?  17. Which of the companions does your Tav distrust most?

The way I'm thinking about the bg3 story, both Rosio and Lucis were simultaneously completing parts of the quests, adventuring with only half of the companions, never running into each other (maybe at the end.. big avengers assemble moment.. except it's your ex that kinda ruined your life.. a classic), so from the pool of companions Rosio knows very well - Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Astarion, Jaheira and Halsin - he basically trusts Jaheira the most and almost instantly lol. She reminds him too much of his mother 🥲 Halsin is probably right there with her, he's the main voice of reason, Rosio trusts him to not let him and Astarion die during their gremlin shenanigans 😭 He kinda trusts Lae'zel and Shadowheart too, but only after their "fuck our goddesses" phase, he doesn't generally trust people too attached to their gods.

Funnily enough it took him the longest to trust Astarion 💀 Rosio was convinced he was the object of his manipulation basically till the "I love you" moment (and even more funnily enough, Rosio was willingly subjecting himself to that manipulation, being the self sabotaging, masochistic idiot that he is).

If Rosio knew Wyll, he wouldn't buy into his whole good boy hero shtick. He doesn't believe there are this kind-hearted people out there 😔 (But he's absolutely self projecting lol, the whole "how could you turn so kind when people wronged you so... and why I wasn't capable of it")

Lucis, on the other hand, fucking loves Karlach and Wyll. He trusts them with his life, considers them his best friends. Maybe he's a bit naive, but he actually finds their strong moral compasses admirable.

He trusts Gale too, but considering he's his lover, it's a tad more complicated 💀 It means the absolute world for Lucis that Gale would basically move mountains for him, but there's also.. Mystra 💀 That would be the source of his insecurities and a bit of trust issues (which, tbh, is pretty selfish, boy!!!! It's not like you're completely over your ex lmfaooo 😭)

(And if Lucis traveled with Astarion, it wouldn't even be a case of distrust, that would be a wholeass circus-level hatred... They're two peacocks, and in certain ways dangerously similar... Kill bill sirens blasting in the distance... And that's without the current-lover/ex-lover of Rosio dynamic 💀)

28. What is your Tav’s guilty pleasure?

Oh HMMM. The most typical one being food, I'd say. This man would run out of shape so fast if he wasn't leading an active life lmao. But if we're talking more Deep guilty pleasures, then it's being cared for, not having control, getting attention and feeling small (and yes, this is mostly about sex ahjkdajkds). He doesn't get to feel this way often nor does he even usually allow himself all this.. bc Issues and Trauma :)

For Lucis it's probably getting spoiled lol. He hates it about himself tho (being a spoiled kid, getting harshly criticized for it, wanting to be different, really cutting ties with the way he used to be).

But from more serious point of view, you can apply literal Guilty Pleasures to him. Lucis has such bad body autonomy and sex issues that he hasn't been able to have sex sober for like 20 years, he freaks out so bad and it got so mentally draining that it led to an addiction. Which leads to a constant guilt and pretty damaged confidence. (Turns out being a sweetheart of Athkatlan high society for like a decade really corrupts!!)

44. What song best represents your Tav?

WELL THANKS TO YOU AND YOUR BIG BRAIN MUSIC TASTE, ZEAL, Take This Lonely Heart will always be THE Rosio song. Can't believe Nothing but thieves created a song about my oc, so thankful to them, they really didn't have to 🙏

Now cue to Maneskin brainrot, you can apply so much of their songs to Lucis, bc. Medicated, horny, party animal lifestyle. But honorary mention to After Dark bc sad synthwave/retrowave would be so much his style (and it's what imbued thunder/lightning magic into a bardic instrument is for, right ??)

64. What Tarot Card best represents your Tav?

My only knowledge about tarot cards comes from jojo's bizarre adventure (😭) so literally anyone could correct me on this and my 5 minutes long research aaaa.

Tbh probably Death for Rosio (end of a cycle, change, beginning ??) and I think there would be something very poetic about The Lovers

Aaaa The Devil literally fits so well for Lucis' worse past (addiction???) but I think deep down he's The Fool (innocence, but mainly new beginnings, aww)

[true-blue-sonic]

Maybe you saw, but the Fast Friends Forever website has a bio on Silver that seems to confirm that indeed his time travel to the past is not under his control.

"These days he travels to Sonic’s time via mysterious portals that appear when things in the past go awry."

Silver is a young, aspiring hero from two hundred years in the future. He commands powerful psychokinesis which allows him to manipulate objects with his mind, fly through the air, and even teleport short distances. While he means well, his naivety can sometimes lead him astray. Silver’s time period was once ravaged and ruined, but together with Sonic, Blaze, and others he helped restore its blue skies and peaceful days – even if he can’t remember how. These days he travels to Sonic’s time via mysterious portals that appear when things in the past go awry. He’s dedicated to doing whatever it takes to ensure the future remains peaceful and prosperous.

Thanks for telling me, because I had no idea the website had been updated to give character profiles too! There is a lot to unpack here, haha. "Sonic, Blaze and others" clearly refers to Sonic '06, and I suppose this confirms that Silver indeed does not remember the events of that game (previously shown in the Japanese version of Team Sonic Racing). I do suppose this indicates that the future he comes from is just overall a good one, based on "blue skies and peaceful days". And as it says he wants to "ensure the future remains peaceful and prosperous", I wonder if it puts stock in the idea that Silver goes to the past before things go wrong in the future, thus having it never be ruined to begin with? The phrasing does not confirm or deny the idea that his future 'goes bad' before his very eyes (like what might have happened in Rivals 2, even if Silver's dialogue there does not strongly confirm or deny that either). But overall, it's neat for him, though: I'm happy he seems to live in a good world!

But onwards to the huge elephant in the room here, haha. Namely: "These days he travels to Sonic’s time via mysterious portals that appear when things in the past go awry."

WHAT?!

This has never been shown in any game, as far as I am aware! It does give a clear answer about how he travels to the past, but it raises just as many questions still, in my opinion. Where do these portals come from/who makes them, things like that. Though, I do not think it means he travels to the past entirely involuntarily; considering the fact they mention portals, it seems to me like he actively needs to jump into one to get to the past, thus making it voluntary... kind of. Unless it opens up right underneath his feet and sweeps him away before he can help it, of course! XD But yes, it does seem as if Silver himself does not actively have control over when he goes to the past, since it is clearly stated the portals appear when things in the past go awry without Silver calling them forth. Overall, this is quite the interesting blurb!

To dive further into speculating, I feel like there is more going on here than we are aware of. The fact that they are so clear about how Silver travels to the past through these portals that appear when things go wrong in the past is quite different from all the vagueness we've had before about his time travel (which a Sonic Channel post said was Chaos Control, and the only times we saw it in '06 it was that as well, with none of the later games he appears in touching upon it). Plus, the fact they are being rather specific about an entirely new means for him to time travel that has never been shown before makes me wonder. I hope we'll finally get to see it in actual action in one of the games!

[giraffefeather]

So I started playing Mass Effect last night. As is custom, first playthrough is blind. And boy, am I not built for this game!

Read more because I tend to ramble.

First issue: I can't shoot for shit. Every other game I play allows me to focus exclusively on melee, and I am not prepared to take on an exclusively shooting/ranged gameplay. Which is why my Shepard is the idiot that keeps overheating her gun and rushing in for a melee attack. With what? I have no idea. Probably just her fists. Thank you Bioware for casual game mode.

Second issue: I have no sense of direction. Constantly getting lost, even in places I've wandered around before. Where is the Council? Not a clue. I fast travelled there and immediately went for a door to somewhere else. Where is Joker on the ship? Couldn't tell ya. Even though that's the exact place I started, it takes me 20 minutes to find it every time. My navigational skills are in the negatives.

Third issue: timed missions. Look, I am an idiot and that's the main problem here. The first timed mission started and I wandered the map with ZERO acknowledgement of the blinking timer on screen. Only when it hit 50 seconds did I realize "Oh shit... I have to do things?" That was... unfortunate.

Don't get me wrong. I love the game so far. I kept saying "hell yeah, I'd watch this movie!" But when I have to do things, I am STRUGGLING. And yet somehow still loving every second.

Another thing. Although I'm going in mostly blind, I am aware of the fandom's obsession with Garrus. And... maybe I'm too early in, but I don't see it? Like he's neat, don't get me wrong, but the feral energy y'all have for him? I'm going to need some time to find that.

Also Joker better not die. I know he's not romanceable, I know he's not a party member. He's probably very unimportant to the story. But I love him and his snark. No spoilers! But if he dies I'm gonna be pissed. He's my Alistair in space.

[irismfrost]

August 8 - Travel to Osaka, Japan

Today has been a travel day. I spent a long time in the airport because I took the free shuttle that some of the other kids took and so I got here a little earlier than I needed to. My flight wasn't too bad. I flew China Airlines and they give you a meal! It was only a three hour flight. However, I did not indicate that I wanted a vegetarian meal so I didn't eat anything, but I wasn't hungry because I ate before the flight (I was not expecting a meal). However, they even offered me some of the sides after J declined the main meal which was nice of them.

Customs in Japan is a nightmare, especially compared to Taiwan. When we went to Taiwan, we did the online version of the immigration application so we didn't even need it when they gave it out on the plane, and I did not do that for Japan. I also did not have the piece of paper, so I had to fill that out last minute at the airport. But before I even got to that part, I had to go through an initial security checkpoint with passport, fingerprints, and a picture. The actual passport and immigration paper check was easy though. I thought I was pretty much done after that. I was wrong. I picked up my bag from baggage claim, and there was an additional customs screening. I got in the line that everyone else was in and realized I was in the digital section. So I got in the other line, but when I got there, I realized that everyone had another piece of paper that looked like the same one I got from immigration application. I asked these people behind me who did not speak English, where they got their paper from and they directed me to another area which I filled out a form that basically said I am not carrying illegal things in my checked bag. By the time I filled out the form, the line had significantly decreased (I think most of the people in line were on my flight). The guy literally just took my paper and waved me through. And this is where everything takes a steeper turn. I am finally through customs and my first order of business is currency. I wait in line at the exchange and get to the front - I give her my card says cash only. She tries to direct me to the ATM which I cannot find and I eventually find it very very very far away. I take out some money and my next mission is get to the hotel.

I am trying to find a rail ticket, I am very confused and ask a guy who works there where the rail even is - he said to take the second floor. In between these two tasks, I decide to go to the bathroom. This is when a random man approached me. He has a camera and no luggage and asked me if I need help carrying my bag. I say no and walk faster. He then asked me where I am going. I only respond, "excuse me" and run very fast and make a sharp turn between a crowd and into a smaller hallway area that I discovered when I was looking for the ATM earlier. I run past the currency exchange into the bathroom I noticed earlier and I hid in there for a few minutes. I finally make it into the second floor, which is even more of a mess. There are so many different railways that I could possibly take and it is very overwhelming. I get in line for a self-serve option that seems that it might take me to where I need to go. I can not, for the life of me, figure out how to use the machine or where I am going. The map is very confusing and I did not want to pay a bunch of money if I didn't know where I was going or how to get there or what line to take. So I found a different area to the left that had real people. And they even had a designated English speaking area. This was made for people like me. At this point, I am freaking out. I am hungry, tired, frustrated and I'm so exhausted from carrying my bags around the entire airport. I told this man working the line where I want to go and he calms me down. When I get to the front of the line this other guy (desk guy) gives me a ticket and tells me exactly where to go and what line to get on. In Taiwan, we were not allowed to eat or drink on the metro, so I asked him if it was the same here and he said yes. But he also said there is food at the airport that I can eat beforehand. I am already concerned about not making it to my hotel on time, because I don't know when they stop checking people in. I also cannot make international calls to let them know I'll be late. However, I decided to take the L for the sake of my mental health. I find this random restaurant, a little farther away from the railway and got a creamy risotto thing, some sort of bruschetta with pickled carrots and a glass of wine. They had these cool robots that brought you your food and you just order on the tablet at the table - interesting set up. Then I made it to the high speed rail 🙌. Thankfully, my time in Taipei helped me learn how to navigate the station... and also there were only two options because the airport exit is just the airports. But it is a straight line so I can just stay in the same spot which is amazing. Navigating to the exit was another mission. I was supposed to go to the south gate. I thought I'd arrived but was faced with a bunch of other potential directions. I ended up just pulling up my maps and trying to figure out which direction I was facing and going from there. I took the skyway people bridge and eventually figured it out. I got to the hotel at 10:50pm, and I'm pretty sure they close at 11, so I was very happy I made it.

I unpacked a little, checked out some pamphlets I picked up along the way, and added to my scrapbook. I've been keeping little papers and stamps and stuff that we've been doing so I just filled some of that in. I also organized all my receipts from Taiwan. They do this lottery thing every 2 months. So on every receipt there's 2 letters as 8 numbers, and every 2 months, they draw a number and you could win millions of dollars. So, I've been supporting the economy and playing the lottery throughout my time in Taiwan. And now that I've finished playing, I organized them first alphabetically then numerically and put them in the back of my scrapbook. So when I win, it's easier to find, and if I don't win then I can still look back on my 86 receipts. I will also say that there are some special places that don't give receipts like night markets because they are sort of an underground economy.

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I'm gonna add something because I love The Simpsons. Even the older episodes had a charm out of context. I'm latina and I watched the latin dub. A LOT of jokes, if not all of them, were changed to fit LatAm humor. Granted, the humor was still 80's-90's stuff but the writing was so good, the jokes landed even if you wrote over the USA context.

In the english version, Homer lies to the FBI and tells them he and the other drunkards were discussing Ludwig Wittgenstein, an austrian philosopher known for his obscureness. While in the latam spanish version, he says they were dicussing Gabriel García Márquez, a literature Nobel prize, more known to latam audiences but also culturish enough to sound snobby.

Now, don't get me wrong, by the 90s, specially in Mexico, USA culture was extremely popular. After 1992 and the introduction of the NAFTA, usian cultural imports were more and more mainstream, after all, this is the decade were globalization garnered strenght.

However, if you notice The Simpson's narrative structure, the episodes were "dreamlike": the main plot wasn't the one that introduced the episode but a minor, side plot b that suddenly opened the path to the main one. This allowed to deepen side characters and relations beyond their punchline and beyond the Simpson's family while mantaining an intelligible structure.

Gags were written for characters no the other way around. The Simpsons were by no means a perfect product, after all, they gave us "flanderization" as a concept. It was predictable though, there are just so many jokes you can make about the contrasting personalities of each character before it gets stale.

Nowadays, the contradictions that made each character unique were polarized or eliminated. Ned Flanders was the "just a cut above the rest" better neighbor, not a Jesus freak. Patty and Selma were the bitter spinsters who traveled a lot, had lots of free time and most importantly, were right about Homer. Smithers was a sycophantic yes man whose crush on Mr.Burns was less a "haha gay funny" character and more a "who in their right mind could fall for the worst person alive". All of these tropes were relatable to people worldwide despite cultural differences. In fact, a lot of dub actors and actresses work on top of them adding the cultural context it needed to succeed. Fast forward to 2000's. The cultural differences have flattened. With the popularization of the internet, inside jokes become memes, funny only within the context of online humor: fast and non-sensical.

News travel at lightspeed, to have a cultural context you must swallow these bullet speed pellets of pop culture. Celebrities become more and more niche and the shared culture becomes fragmented. The dreamlike narrative of older episodes cannot stand this, there is just no solid enough context that frames the gags. Notice how modern usamerican sitcoms build their own lore and derivate their own jokes after it. the office, community, even friends, thrive on the in universe drama their characters provide. The closest we had to a popculture sitcom was The Big Bang theory and it proved too bland to actually be good the way the Simpsons were.

In Latam at least, corporate greediness stopped letting the dub actors work on the writing. Now everything had to be approved by Fox. This flattened even more the context and made it homogeneous among dubs.

The fall of the Simpsons is not only because of the writers and company greed but also because how culture is created in a post-internet world.

Watched this video (very well done):

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