#Pavlov's pirates

[irradiatedwarlock]

So, let's assume the cat bell stays on during sex. What if Stede and Ed become classically conditioned so that the previously neutral stimulus (cat bell) eventually elicits a conditioned "RESPONSE"? 🤔

[definesanity]

Liquid Mercury

Sonetto: *writing on a table while leaning down*

Regulus: *looming over her from behind* Hey Sonetto have you heard the new-

**[Thunder]**

Sonetto: *SITS UPRIGHT BLUSHING*

Regulus: *NOSE BROKEN* **-50 hp**

After the greenhouse... well, to say that something had changed would be an understatement.

Sonetto was much like the flowers in The Wilderness, never once withering against the gears of time, but also like the flowers, can change when certain events occur.

Ever since... er, that day, Sonetto would herself with something new and strange: excitement at the sound of thunder. Not... normal excitement, but... ah, more-so of one much like how she felt on that stormy night initally.

They say that, the more things change, the more things stay the same; in a way, it is correct, but in reverse of the two; Vertin stays the same throughout, their company always there... but the way Sonetto has viewed thunderstorms has drastically changed.

She had checked the weather forecast and, despite Lilya always grumbling on how incorrect it is, she did mention there might be rain.

So, with that in mind, Sonetto took to sitting at her desk in her own room, leaning down with the small light from her lamp shining on to her papers.

Most were just mild complaints; such as when Mesmer Jr. and Medicine Pocket reported on when Regulus forced 37 to drink coffee, not knowing 37's body could not handle it.

While she worked, she was unaware of an approaching figure from behind; Regulus, who casually walked up. "Hey, Sonetto," she said, walking up to Sonetto from behind, "Have you heard the new--?"

At that moment, from outside the window, of which had been filled by rain, it falling down the window in a chaotic yet beautiful dance, a bolt of yellowish-purple lightning chose there and then to strike outside, with a roar of thunder following it.

Sonetto bolted straight up, her face being consumed by a blush and a dampness growing between her legs.

The force at which Sonetto bolted upwards also made her hit Regulus' nose, causing the pirate to fall backwards clutching her nose, where the event of 70,000 joules of speed via Sonetto's head hitting her nose made it start to bleed.

Sonetto turned around, eyes wide. "Regulus, are you okay?!" she asked in a panic.

The pirate, very much not alright, gave her a thumbs up.

What... what happened...? ---------------------------------

"Every day, I grow more and more amazed at the insanity of Arcanists." Mesmer Jr. said. "Somehow, whatever you and Vertin did caused a response to your brain similar to the experiment of Pavlov's Dogs."

"P-Pardon?" Sonetto replied.

Mesmer Jr. sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "It means, whenever you hear thunder, your brain gives dopamine to you."

Mesmer Jr. looked bored. "Basically, you get horny when you hear thunder."

Sonetto looked like she was about to jump into a hole and never come out of it.

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Vertin shivered.

[glassofpumpkinjuice]

some of us already have pavlove on their ipods through the power of mp3 pirating but i'm very happy for the rest of u

[djuvlipen]

02/17/2023 Czech Prime Minister Petr Fiala has condemned the approach taken by the Health Ministry in connection with the compensation being paid to illegally sterilized women. He has called the behavior of the ministry bureaucrats too bureaucratic and unhelpful.

Fiala’s statement was made for public broadcaster Czech Television’s “Reporters” program. The victims of illegal sterilizations and the nonprofit organizations aiding them have been criticizing the compensation mechanism for some time because many cases have been denied.

“I have ascertained that the bureaucrats at the Health Ministry are looking at the compensation for the women who have been affected by forced sterilization in a very unhelpful, too bureaucratic way, they want them to document matters that the women concerned objectively simply cannot,” the Prime Minister said in a text message sent to the Czech Television “Reporters” program. Of 525 women who have applied so far, just 243 have been awarded compensation, or less than half.

While bureaucrats are still handling some of the applications, more than 160 women have already been denied compensation. “They want the women to submit unambiguous evidence in the form of medical records, but many of them cannot because the documentation no longer exists,” human rights expert Monika Šimůnková explained to Czech Television.

“If medical records, as one of the main pieces of evidence, are missing, then the Health Ministry must follow the law and the administrative proceedings must unfortunately be assessed as having failed,” admitted Deputy Health Minister Josef Pavlovic (Pirates). Some women, of course, do not have these medical records because the originals have been shredded by the organizations maintaining them.

Some of the women whose applications have been denied by the ministry then turned to the courts, and the first-instance courts have agreed with them in at least two cases. “At this moment there are already at least two judgments overturning the Health Ministry’s decisions as too strict and too formal. The ministry has appealed those judgments through a cassation complaint and is awaiting the Supreme Administrative Court’s verdict,” Czech Television reports.

For example, Vlasta Holubová, who was sterilized against her will at Fifejdy Hospital in Ostrava at the age of 24 in 1988, has succeeded before the first-instance court. “They did this because they wanted to abate [the reproduction of] the population of Roma. That was a disgrace, including in the families, because among the Roma, a woman is rich because she gives birth, because she has children, and she is honored for it,” she told news server iRozhlas.cz.

Pavlovic said the ministry is researching the reasons for which some applications were rejected and is seeking amicable solutions, if possible. Illegal sterilizations on the territory of the former Czechoslovakia and Czech Republic happened in the 20th century, but cases from the 21st century are also documented.

In 2005, then-ombudsman Otakar Motejl warned of this practice and also began to speak for the first time of the possibility that the victims could be compensated. His report was followed by many years of struggle by NGOs and the victims themselves until, on 1 January 2022, the law took effect that awards a one-time payment of CZK 300,000 [EUR 12,660] to the victims of illegal sterilizations.

[sanlixzone]

ATEEZ

Credit to writers

masterlist

OT8

Sharing is caring ( S )

Phone call interruption

Ateez as bf

Good mornings

Ateez as boyfriends

You being horny

Headcanons masterlist

Being shy during first time

Asking them to massage your sore boobs

Domesticity

When you snuggle down into their lap

Reactions masterlist

Imagines masterlist

Boyfriend things

Seeing their s/o crying for the first time

Naps with Ateez

Ateez as soft dom ( S )

When they say something to hurt you ( A )

How they take your panties off ( S )

Asking for cuddles after a bad day ( F )

Bedroom mishaps

HONGJOONG

All of your first with Hongjoong ( F, S )

Touch me now ( S )

Hero ( F )

Dom!Hongjoong ( S )

Corruption ( S )

Pretty ( S )

SEONGHWA

11:20 ( S )

Illuminate the ocean

Pirate au ( A, F )

Praise and body worship, first times ( S, F )

His sweet girl ( S )

A small secret ( S )

An apology - laundry ( H/C )

Seonghwa x reader ( S )

Always and forever ( S )

22:11 ( F )

Lingerie ( S )

Breath play ( S )

Home ( S )

Winter morning ( S )

Golden hour serie

Seonghwa reacts to his s/o being in pain because of her period ( F )

Make it up to you ( S )

Tease ( S )

Bathtub sex ( S )

First time ( S )

Blinding pavlov ( A )

After a bad day ( F; S )

YUNHO

Yunho as dom ( S )

Mirror sex ( S )

Good morning ( S )

YEOSANG

All on your tongue ( S )

Too tired ( S )

SAN

Nipple play/praise ( S )

Strawberry kisses ( S, F )

Trust me ( S )

Together ( A, F )

Let me ruin you ( S )

Teach me ( S )

Conforting San when he’s jealous ( F )

I’ll take care of you ( S )

Say my name ( S )

Says the guy that just made that happen ( S )

Dom!san drabble ( S )

Taking care of you ( S )

Soft dom + subspace ( S )

3am ( S )

In the quiet spaces ( S )

10:49 pm ( F )

Hugging during sex ( S )

22:06 ( S )

Pirate au ( F )

My idol ( F )

Sing for me ( S, F )

An apology - silence ( H/C )

Push and pull serie

3:00 ( S )

Panic attack ( F )

Pool ( F, A )

Vanilla sex ( S )

Boyfriend headcanon

Boyfriend!San

I hate you ( S )

Somnophilia ( S )

Still into you ( A, F )

Hair pulling + kitchen sex ( S )

Aftercare ( F )

Collision - Hogwarts au ( A, F )

Beautiful hearts ( S, A, F )

Wanna be yours ( S, F )

불타오르네 (Fire!) ( S, F, A )

불타오르네 (Fire!) [ 2 ]

Bad day ( F )

Your fan

Bad day ( F )

Morning sex ( S )

Habit ( F )

Mirror sex/knife play ( S )

Time off ( S )

Sunburn ( F ) 

Take a break ( s )

MINGI

Walk away ( A )

WOOYOUNG

23:16 ( F )

12:53 am ( F )

Everything finds its place ( S, F )

Aftercare for subs ( F )

Tease ( S )

Lovely ( S )

5:31 ( S )

All mine ( S, F )

Kiss it better ( F )

Trust me ( S )

JONGHO

6:18 ( F )

Raw relaxation ( F; S )

Romantic ( S )

[hongism]

mists of celeste ➻ 47.5

➻ pairing: yeosang, wooyoung ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ word count: 6.1k ➻ rating: M ➻ warnings: language, mxm content ➻ pre a/n: as always, interims are completely optional and made in a way to where you won’t miss out on significant plot if you choose not to read!

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✧✧✧ act six ➻ part 6.5

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Hand clasped tight in Wooyoung’s, Yeosang knows fairly well how this will play out. It never changes much no matter how many times it happens; in fact, it’s become more of a ritual than a genuine attempt to fix whatever went wrong between them this time, a way of showboating that they can communicate and make up to some odd degree. He lets himself be dragged along almost the way a petulant child would be pulled away by their angered parent, except the circumstances are so vastly different for him and Wooyoung.

They step into Wooyoung’s room, and Yeosang takes a deep inhale of air as soon as he crosses the threshold simply because it has been so long since he had permission to even set foot inside. It’s not as though it has changed at all — still has all the simple decorations and little knick-knacks strewn about with no particular order — and the smell is still warm and comforting as always. Sometimes he wonders if he has been trained like Pavlov’s dog to find peace in everything Wooyoung does, because of all they’ve been through together, but in the same vein, he does not wish to reduce what they are and who they are to something so cruel.

Wooyoung seats himself on the edge of his bed, letting go of Yeosang’s hand to rest both between his slightly spread legs, and the loss of contact leaves the older of the two feeling hopelessly weak.

“Do you feel better?” he asks without blinking.

Yeosang swallows around nothing. Words won’t come out as intended, and his head is so void of an explanation that he truly does feel like a child again. All he knows is that no, he does not feel better at all.

“Are you satisfied?” Again, Wooyoung remains so still that he looks more like a statue than a person.

No, I’m not.

“Did it hurt?”

I had hoped to hurt you, but it backfired. I hurt myself instead.

“It didn’t hurt me. It doesn’t hurt me anymore, Yeosang.” It’s not that Wooyoung gets off on making him miserable but part of Yeosang wonders if he doesn’t feel remorse at all over it.

The apology sits heavy on his tongue but rather than saying it out loud to the air between them, all he can do is let his chin fall to his chest.

“You were cruel,” he whispers as a final line of defense.

“And you were heartless.”

When Yeosang was younger, he cried because the Steward found the small porcelain knight figurine that he had kept hidden underneath his mattress. It had been promptly confiscated and thrown out, the little semblance of childhood he had ripped away without a care in the world from the adults around him, while Yeosang was left to be given a book in place of the toy. Elitists don’t have toys, Elitists don’t play with the other children, Elitists are meant to be strong and intelligent. Being told such a thing while still so young should have been wrong, but Yeosang understood his duties well enough by then.

Until Wooyoung came to him that night with a half-smile and a bright, rambunctious laugh that implied he was up to no good.

He had pulled a poorly-carved wooden figurine out of his pocket and displayed it to Yeosang like it was the most precious gem in the universe. In Yeosang’s eyes, it was. The semblance could barely be distinguished between a human being and an oddly amorphous blob, but it was a gift, a treasure, one meant for Yeosang and Yeosang alone.

“We’ll hide this one better than the last one!” Wooyoung had told him, still smiling and laughing through it all.

Yeosang cried again that night simply because no one had ever bothered to be so kind to him before.

The Wooyoung back then had been so kind and gentle — lively, bright, loving, a brief moment of respite amidst all the horrors they lived day in and day out. What kinds of crimes has Yeosang committed to make the man who sits before him now so starkly different?

Wooyoung does not laugh, does not smile, does not reach for his hand, and when Yeosang desperately stretches his own out to seek some sort of contact, what he gets in response is a scoff.

Again, like a child, his lip quivers, and Yeosang has to bite his cheek to keep the emotion from spilling out.

“But you always are.”

Wooyoung sits back on his hands, pushing his weight onto his wrists and propping himself up to stare up at Yeosang with a pinched stare. His lip is curled into a sneer still, nose crinkled from the effort.

He doesn’t often feel pitiful or inadequate, but Wooyoung has an odd way of drawing out every emotion imaginable. Yeosang sinks to his knees between Wooyoung’s legs like a man possessed, nothing but the desire to please in his bones because he can’t stand the thought of the younger man hating him so much that he looks down at him with true disgust.

“Keep your dirty mouth away from me. You think I want something that’s been used on other people near me?”

It takes every ounce of his willpower not to deny the words in a flash, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his fingers begin to shake.

“Wooyoung, please.”

The man hisses through his teeth like Yeosang has spoken some unreasonable request despite not detailing what he wants in the slightest.

“We keep running in circles, Yeosang. Push and pull, push and pull — one of these days you’re gonna push me over an edge that I can’t pull myself back from.” It feels unfair, in Yeosang’s mind, to have the blame weighed solely on his shoulders, but Wooyoung says the words with such conviction that he finds himself believing that it is indeed all his fault. With a defeated sigh, Yeosang draws back from the man and stands on steady feet again, fists balled at his sides. Quiet conviction shouldn’t go unnoticed either, he thinks. Even if Wooyoung denies it with every breath he has left in his body, this is complete and utter fairness.

“You wish for me to be selfish, yet the moment I am, you tell me that I am being too much. You ask me to be realistic about what we are and what our future holds, and I do as much for the sake of both of us but you call that being pessimistic and hateful. With one breath you tell me that my love for you is something only you’re meant to understand, but then the next you’re asking me to push that love in other people’s faces without thinking of how comfortable I am with such a thing. You say I’ve done nothing more than pretend to be your lover, faking my emotions for your sake because I’m nothing more than a dirty Elitist who isn’t capable of feeling a thing. I ask you, Wooyoung, how many times have I sat at your feet with my heart torn from my chest and laid bare before you — no one else but you? How many more times must I do such a thing for you to understand? One moment fate is on our side, then the next you’re broadcasting to the universe that nothing in this life wants us to be together. Not once have put blind faith into that old crone’s words. It has always been you, and your blind faith, with your reckless ambitions to do something greater than yourself. All I have done in these years is be realistic and honest with you. It shouldn’t matter if that’s the bare minimum if I love you just the same.”

It’s hard to see Wooyoung past the curtain of tears over his eyes, but that doesn’t stop him from pursuing the conversation further. Yeosang’s heart is shaking and trembling in the confines of his chest even if the steadiness of his voice doesn’t show that, even if his expression isn’t contorted with the pain he’s feeling yet.

“How can you sit there and say that I’m not capable of loving you? I have dedicated everything in my life to you, and no matter how many times you shove and kick at me to push me away, no matter how many hurtful words you sling at me or how many times you hit me, I won’t do the same. Is it to hurt you? It is what you ask of me, it is what you tell me to do. You ask me to hurt you over and over, painting new colorful ways every time, and all the while you know that I can’t deny you a thing in this life. It’s my way of coping with the hurt you dealt unto me. Where’s the line? You can tell me to go fuck myself fifteen, twenty times but the moment I seek a bit of pleasure, I’ve become the villain? My class isn’t your excuse to treat me like shit, Wooyoung. My class doesn’t mean that I don’t feel things at all. It doesn’t mean that I can hurt you mindlessly without feeling something myself. If you know that I’m incapable of feeling things as strongly as you do, then I would hope you never have to feel the kind of pain I’m in when I stand before you a broken man reduced to tears and agony at your hands!”

The low jab does make Wooyoung wince, but that wasn’t at all what Yeosang had intended in saying such a thing. Understanding, however, can only come at the cost of pain in some situations. Yeosang imagines that this is one of those moments.

“Do I feel better? Am I satisfied? Did it hurt? Yet I would do it all regardless of the lack of satisfaction or pleasure that comes out of it, regardless of the pain it leaves me with, because it means I don’t come back to you with hatred in my heart. I don’t do it because I want other people, not because I don’t love you and certainly not because wanting to hurt you is the first goal on my mind. If I can hate that and hate myself for doing that, being someone so despicable and debase, then I can come back to you on my hands and knees begging for forgiveness because it means that I don’t hate you and that I don’t love you any less. There is so much fear in my heart, Wooyoung, but amongst my worst nightmares, I fear becoming blind to the pain I may cause you. Even if you hate me, I hope to feel it all.” When he drops to his knees this time, it is with the same amount of pleading as before. “Hate me, if that’s all you think I deserve. I think asking for that alone is a selfish want. But as much as you want me to hurt you… there is only so much I can do, only so much I can take. Pain to you is nothing more than a passing breeze, and even though I hate that that is what is has become to you, I will stand back and let you do what’s best in your eyes. What I ask for in return is that you spare me the same respect and understand that seeing you in any sort of pain is the greatest weight on my heart. Please stop asking me to hurt you. You’re pushing me to an edge as I’m desperately trying to pull you closer, and it’s going to kill us both.”

Wooyoung cries before him, as the shroud of nonchalance and disgust falls away to reveal something more raw than Yeosang can hardly bear to see. His hands curl around his knees, and Yeosang reaches out to cover them with his own. The touch is light, but Wooyoung allows it, and just that much is progress enough.

“Don’t ask me to h-hate you. I can’t hate you, not really, you have — you have to know that.”

“Let me love you in a way that’s beautiful, not this ugly distortion of love that we’ve deluded ourselves into thinking is good for us.”

“All the love I’ve ever seen is like this though. It’s all ugly and full of hate. Only works if something goes wrong, only lasts if pain is interwoven throughout it. If we didn’t fight, would it even still be love?” Wooyoung’s hands shake beneath his, matching the quiver in his tone as he chokes out his words in fragmented sniffles and sobs. “How can you love me if we don’t fight?”

There’s an admission in the almost innocent question, one that Yeosang has tried ignoring for so many years at this point. In Wooyoung’s eyes, their love can’t exist without there being a struggle because that’s all they’ve ever had to suffer over the years. Now, while things are not nearly perfect, they have a chance to love each other peacefully. Of course Wooyoung would view that through the lens of fear because it’s something unknown and undetermined compared to what they’ve grown accustomed to.

“But if we keep this up, Wooyoung, there won’t be any love left between us, can’t you see that?”

“Don’t say that. I can’t bear to hear you say that.”

Something has to give, Yeosang thinks as he squeezes the man in front of him tighter still. We can’t keep repeating the same mistakes expecting a different outcome every time.

“We’ve been at this for so long, Yeo. Isn’t this how our lives are meant to be lived?” Why Wooyoung wishes so adamantly to cling to the way things are should be more concerning, more confusing perhaps, but Yeosang imagines he’s lived at Wooyoung’s side long enough to understand as well as he can. “It’s not gone too far… we still love each other. Right? We still have that?”

Wooyoung needs it to hurt to know that it’s real and not a figment of his imagination, not a paradise that he’s constructed for himself to rest in when his life crumbles down around him.

“We have that so long as we don’t destroy it.”

“But… what if we don’t destroy it? What if things stay the same?”

Yeosang isn’t sure how much clearer he can be when the issue is laid bare before the both of them — that things staying the same is the issue needing to be addressed.

Wooyoung, a man who wishes to change the inner workings of the universe, cannot bear the idea of things changing.

What an odd twist of fate that has turned out to be. Clinging to the words of an old fortune telling who spewed words he didn’t even care about, Wooyoung has constructed this idea of fate around the two of them and trapped them within a steel prison.

Change, and yet he clings to the dead collar around his neck like a lifeline, unable to release the chains he has long since been freed from. Perhaps it would be easier to drag him to a new fortune teller, but Yeosang himself will be first to admit that he fears bad news.

Wooyoung’s hands start to scramble, digging their way into Yeosang’s collar and gripping so tight that the older of the two can feel the strain on the other’s knuckles.

“We always overcome it.”

“So we can learn and grow from it too,” he reasons although he suspects that isn’t what Wooyoung wishes to hear right now.

When he was a teenager, Yeosang found himself in a dark alleyway with rain pouring down around him. Above him stood a savior, crowned in pale lavender with a white halo of artificial lights framing his head. But before that moment, he had been a child lonely and afraid, trapped in a golden palace that did not let him want for anything. As is customary, there was always something more he wanted. A child given everything in the universe, cruelly wanting the one thing he could not have in totality. In a city full of falling darkness, dancing lights, and empty eyes, Yeosang begged for one thing: the chance to feel alive.

It was then that Yeosang realized he could have all he wanted, but the cost would be everything else in his life.

Beaten down and chained in iron, dragged out of a holding cell and through the halls of a musty jail, and finally pulled into the night air with iridescent rain pelting down on him from every angle — the first moment he felt that spark in his chest, the one of freedom and the one of life.

“I would do anything for you,” he had told Wooyoung back then with tears joining the streaks of rain on his cheeks. Now, so many years later that time begins to blur, those words manifest again.

“I would do anything for you,” but it comes from Wooyoung’s lips now. A softly spoken promise that hangs in the blanket of tension around them.

“Make me feel,” Yeosang requests in return. “That is all I could ever ask of you.”

Wooyoung holds him the way a member of the church would grasp something holy, with a sort of reverence that can’t be put to words. Even as his hands move up to clasp around Yeosang’s cheeks, it is so outwardly intimate that Yeosang feels utterly exposed in the room that houses just the two of them.

“Change can be slow,” he murmurs to Wooyoung moments before air is taken from his lungs and lips caress his. Yeosang lets himself be lulled into Wooyoung’s space, cradling the man awkwardly on the edge of the mattress without dropping all of his weight atop the other, and strong hands tug him closer still. They tip over together, like dominos at the end of a line. Wooyoung pulls him down to lay against him, and their legs manage to tangle together within seconds of resituating to be on their sides. The kiss ends, but the touches persist. First with Wooyoung’s fingers tracing the edge of his jaw, then a hand moving down to catch on the neckline of his shirt, and the Elitist finds himself responding in full to the touches. Wooyoung tilts his head back with a sigh, just long enough for Yeosang to take advantage of it and drag a finger over the firm lines of his neck, skating over the firm bop of his adam’s apple.

“Don’t wanna lose you.” Wooyoung rolls into him. “Can’t.” Hands drift lower to catch on fabric, and Yeosang feels his breath stall as the cloth is stirpped off his chest and thrown elsewhere in the room.

When he’s pushed onto his back and laid out over the mattress, firm thighs straddle his hips and Wooyoung’s weight settles atop him like an anchor. Yeosang wishes to drown completely in the man’s touch and embrace, to fill his senses like an ocean and lose himself altogether in everything that Wooyoung encompasses.

“Change doesn’t mean loss,” Yeosang whispers while he’s still fully lucid and attentive to the conversation at hand.

“I don’t wanna lose any part of you,” Wooyoung admits after a brief stint of silence that leaves the air tingling. “Good, bad, ugly, beautiful — every piece of you is precious to me. I wish to have it all.”

“All that I have is in your hands, Wo—ah!” The touch that starts feather-like over his bare torso takes a sharp turn as Wooyoung bares his nails to Yeosang’s skin and drags down with more passion. The blunt crescents scrape over firmly built muscle that stays tucked away from view, leaving little red streaks in their wake as he goes lower and lower with clear intent.

Yeosang is the larger of the two — taller, bulkier in terms of musculature, stockier even compared to Wooyoung’s lean form and toned muscles. But the moment Wooyoung gets his hands around the older’s hips, he lifts Yeosang with such ease that it’s dizzying in a delightful and heady way. Yeosang scrambles to grip the comforter underneath him as his legs are lifted off the bed, taking both hips and lower back with them, and he clings to the fabric for dear life and a searing heat of arousal rampaging through his veins. Wooyoung takes his pants off with some struggle, unable to keep the fabric from catching in some places, and his impatience is so hasty that by the time he has the pants disposed of, Yeosang is dropped back to the mattress like little more than a ragdoll. He pushes himself up to his elbows, legs drawn up awkwardly with nothing more than a cheap pair of socks and boxers keeping him from being nude before Wooyoung. Even that does not last long with Wooyoung nudging between his bent knees and pinning his hips to the bed with a firm, intoxicating grip.

Two fingers dig underneath the band of his underwear on either side of his hips, but the man makes no effort to strip Yeosang of the cloth entirely. He merely tugs down far enough to let the tip of Yeosang’s cock peek out over the fabric. The content little hum that he lets out as his hungry gaze consumes the man beneath him has Yeosang burning with embarrassment. Wooyoung dips his head lower and takes Yeosang’s semi-hard length between his lips without an ounce of hesitation. Yeosang feels his balance falter the second he jerks a hand up to cover his mouth. It’s too late to keep the strangled whine from slipping out, and Wooyoung acts on that sound with a burning passion as he tucks the entire length of Yeosang’s cock into his mouth.

“Y-You…” Yeosang can’t even finish the thought without turning incoherent without a few seconds of having his dick between Wooyoung’s lips. He’s filling out so quickly that it ought to be humiliating, but Wooyoung takes it in stride without any amount of the usual teasing. A groan overtakes him, the feeling of Wooyoung’s throat constricting bit by bit around the head of his cock falling into the territory of overwhelming pleasure with record speed. The touches still feel like worship in a way with how each flick of his tongue feels more deliberate than the last, and the tight swallows take more of his cock in with each passing second. And despite knowing that Wooyoung has done this sort of thing for reasons that are not his own pleasure in the past, Yeosang can’t help but to feel privileged in the fact that the younger man seems to be enjoying himself entirely.

He twists a leg inward, snaking through the gap between Wooyoung’s torso and the bed, and lets his foot settle atop the bulge of fabric at Wooyoung’s crotch. He’s painfully hard through the pants and his underwear, tenting both articles of clothing so hard that it must hurt. When Yeosang angles his heel into that bulge of fabric, Wooyoung sings. The groan carries through Yeosang’s whole body in a vibration so strong that he straightens his leg a little more out of sheer instinct and shoves his foot hard into Wooyoung’s erection. Rather than giving off a moan, Wooyoung gags around the cock in his mouth, and Yeosang gets a pretty eyeful of the man’s fluttering lashes moments before his eyes roll to the back of his head. The sight of Wooyoung overtaken by pleasure is always one to behold, so much so that Yeosang grinds down harder into his erection as the man is pulling off his length. The sound of a full-bodied moan choked by saliva and cock is sweet music on his ears.

But Wooyoung doesn’t seem to want to waste time right now, not quite pushed into the thrill of foreplay that could come, and instead he presses up into Yeosang’s space and overtakes his lips with a wet and messy kiss. Yeosang trembles under him, drawing both hands up to clasp around Wooyoung’s toned biceps before pinching and tugging at the obtrusive fabric stretched around the skin there.

His lover leans back with a huff and presses two fingers to Yeosang’s chest, knocking him back to lay flat on the bed gently. He then draws himself into a kneeling position overtop and makes a show of the way he pulls shirt from body and throws it to the side.

“Do you wish for me to show you all the ways in which I adore you, my angel?” Wooyoung inquires, breathless but oh so adoring even with the lust flaming through his eyes. Yeosang reaches a hand between their bodies just to feel the sweet curves along Wooyoung’s chest and waist.

“Please.”

He doesn’t bat an eye when Wooyoung climbs down from the bed and resituates his position on the mattress; Yeosang simply allows himself to be turned and twisted like a puppet until Wooyoung is satisfied with him being on hands and knees atop the bed with feet dangling over the edge. He remains stock-still in that position as Wooyoung moves about the room. First his pants get discarded then he’s moving for the bedside table before returning to stand at the foot of the bed right behind where Yeosang waits. The tell-tale click of a bottle cap snapping open has Yeosang’s lashes fluttering before the cool sensation of lube dripping down his skin even hits.

Wooyoung skates a single finger through the liquid, bringing it down the line of his ass and circling his rim without delay. Yeosang’s body tenses at the first intrusion even though he’s expecting the contact, and his partner presses his free hand against his curving spine moments later to ease the automatic discomfort. The tension is a little higher than usual as they having partaken in this kind of pleasure in some time, but his body comes to recognize the feeling of the man behind him within the first minute of having Wooyoung’s finger press deeper inside his hole.

When a second digit slides in alongside the first, Yeosang keens against the bed and presses into the touch with a kind of fervor that only Wooyoung draws out of him. The words that are exchanged are far from dirty, which is also a rarity when it comes to Wooyoung since his mouth is usually so filthy that it’s the source of much embarrassment later on once reality comes back to Yeosang. To be told ‘I need you‘, ‘I don’t want to lose you’, ‘I can’t do this without you’ while in the throes of passion with fingers working him open from behind is a surreal experience of its own that Yeosang can’t define well. By the third finger, however, he is well and truly on his way to having an out of body experience as Wooyoung pulls his free hand forward to circle around the base of Yeosang’s dangling cock and squeezes in time with the steady thrusts of his fingers. No amount of clenching at the bed provides any sort of relief from the consuming feeling, and his cock leans strings of precum like that’s all it’s good for.

Bringing an arm forward, he turns his head to bury his face in the crook of his elbow and conceal the flush painting his cheeks as Wooyoung’s ministrations causes more lewd noises to fill the room. There’s no room in his frazzled brain to think of the way an orgasm creeps up on him time and time again only for the coil to unravel with Wooyoung’s fingers squeezing the base of his cock and pulling him down from tasting that high.

The deprivation almost tastes sweet as it comes from Wooyoung’s hands, but the lack of relief hits in full when his lover pulls away entirely and leaves him void of touch altogether.

“Woo…”

“Shh, angel, shh, I’ll take care of you.”

Yeosang peeks over the edge of his arm to look at what Wooyoung is doing, finding the man with the bottle of lube back in his grasp. His cheeks find their heat again when the sound of the squirting emits from the bottle, and the moment he goes to bury his face away, Wooyoung lets out a low chuckle. The moment he has a hand free, he’s running it down Yeosang’s spine with great care.

“My sweet angel, still so shy over these things, hm?” Wooyoung’s body curls overtop his, and light hits Yeosang’s eyes as his arm is pulled away from his face. “Even after all the things we’ve done together?” Yeosang grits his teeth but manages to stare his lover down without wavering in that moment. The blunt tip of Wooyoung’s cock presses into his hole, teasing his rim with little thrusts that aren’t enough to breach his walls. “After I had you atop our captain’s chair, bouncing in my lap so recklessly?”

Wooyoung pins his wrists to the bed to keep him from hiding further. When their hands overlap, the younger of the two presses his fingers between Yeosang’s and wraps them down into his palms. Wooyoung sinks his cock deep into him in the same movement, offering a wholly intimate embrace for arguably the most intimate act two people can join in, and he’s grateful for the added touch because it grounds him through the unholy stretch his body has to make to accommodate his partner’s size.

“I don’t recall you being so virginly when I had you like that, or when I had you bent over in the kitchen while the others were eating in the next room… should I continue, dear? Hm?” Wooyoung’s taunts continue, none carrying heat or spite to their tone, and the humiliation that burns deep in Yeosang’s gut holds more desire than anything else.

“You — you run your mouth too d-damn much,” Yeosang grits out as the member inside him twitches with interest.

“That’s why I use it on you so much. Keeps me nice and docile for you.” Wooyoung leans back a bit as he laughs, but his hold on Yeosang remains firm even as he rolls his cock in and out of the man.

The sensation amplifies to new heights when Wooyoung continues that motion and builds up a steady rhythm to his thrusts. His hold on Yeosang’s wrists shifts only to bring both arms up over the Elitist’s head so he can pin them there. Using the new angle, Wooyoung seeks out his sweet spot, knocking his hips into Yeosang’s ass with such strength that it knocks him further forward on the mattress. He finds what he was after in that same moment, and it sends stars into Yeosang’s vision with the first rub over his prostate. When the feeling continues with this new angle, Yeosang has no choice but to curl his head inwards just to muffle the cries escaping him. Wooyoung himself is loud enough to alert everyone in the general vicinity of their activities; his grunts and growls paint the canvas of their joint pleasure into something almost carnal.

The more it persists, the more Yeosang loses his mind.

“I have never not loved you,” comes Wooyoung’s breathless murmur broken apart by moans. Yeosang wishes to reply but the rocking motion of hips snapping against his ass and Wooyoung’s cock rubbing over his prostate without relent has his brain turned to utter mush. The only noise that leaves his mouth when he opens it is a slurred moan that contains no intelligible words whatsoever. “And there will never be a day where I do not love you.”

With fingers threaded through his, Yeosang clings to Wooyoung tighter and hopes that his emotions can be conveyed with such a simple touch. It isn’t enough, but it likely never will be, and Yeosang is fairly certain that mere words can’t fully encapsulate the feeling well enough either.

Wooyoung fucks into him until they’re both hurdling over the edge of an orgasm together, and it drags a wet sob from Yeosang’s lips as tears color the comforter beneath his head. Wooyoung stays locked inside him, hips laying flush with his ass as he paints his walls white. They don’t part for quite some time either, both because Wooyoung keeps him pressed to the bed with their position and Yeosang feels so emotionally and physically exhausted that he doesn’t want to budge even an inch.

Yeosang cries the whole trip down from his high, for reasons that he can’t even place, but Wooyoung takes care of him all the same like he does when they’ve done much more intense scenes than this one. He realizes what has been bothering him in the heat of those aftershocks

Love is no easy matter, but loving Wooyoung may be the easiest thing Yeosang has ever chosen to do in his life.

…

“I love you.”

Wooyoung jerks at the softly spoken proclamation, head still buried in the box of knick-knacks he’s currently going through when Yeosang speaks at first.

“Yeo…?” His full lips fold into a delicate pout that accentuates the beauty mark sitting atop his lower lip, and Yeosang finds himself too enamored to say anything for several passing seconds. Wooyoung saves him from having to repeat himself, the words already feeling too far away and foreign to be uttered a second time. He breaks into a small bout of laughter that makes him fold in half over the cardboard box in front of him and grins from ear to ear while showering Yeosang with the warmest gaze he’s seen in a long time from the man.

Yeosang trudges over on heavy feet when he’s waved over to join Wooyoung at his side.

“I’m not sure who Hongjoong is friends with or how he managed to do this, but he got this box of collectibles from Eros so that I can decorate my room comfortably.” Wooyoung’s head falls to the side, bumping harshly against Yeosang’s shoulder. They both seem to move in sync as one contorts to fit to the other’s space until Yeosang has a hand wrapped around Wooyoung’s back to rest on his opposite hip while Wooyoung lets his head fall more comfortably into the older’s space. “Lots of this stuff looks like the things we would smuggle into your room. Not exact replicas of course, but… still nostalgic enough.”

Yeosang hums as his gaze falls over the box. He settles on a small figurine, this one made of black metal that is sleek and shiny all over. Not quite as delicate as the first one he owned, but not nearly as precious as the one he received from Wooyoung in the past.

“Ah, that reminds me!” Wooyoung snaps his index finger and thumb together and hurriedly pulls out of the other’s grasp to move off to a different area of the room. Yeosang nearly pursues him but he’s kept firmly in place by Wooyoung lifting a hand and making a stopping motion as he flits around in search of whatever he’s after. “Here it is, I found it!”

The triumphant little cheer Wooyoung lets out when he’s retrieved the item has Yeosang biting at the inside of his lip to keep from smiling too much. He returns to Yeosang in the blink of an eye, still giggling and smiling so hard that his nose scrunches upwards and his eyes crinkle from the effort.

“Here!”

The item that gets passed into Yeosang’s hand just about fits in his palm, something small and nondescript upon first glance, and he almost looks right over it without much care. In the fleeting glance he passes over it on his way to look at Wooyoung’s face though, he’s left to do a double take and blink down at what sits in his hand with nothing but shock filling his veins. That feeling twists and turns as his heart does.

A small figurine, almost like the one sitting in the box right now that is shiny and new and made of high quality material but starkly different in that it is made of cheap wood and poorly carved. Etched into the base lies two sets of initials side by side with nothing more than a diagonal line separating them.

When he manages to look at Wooyoung again, the man rests a hand overtop the one that holds the gift and clasps it tight between their shared grips.

“I love you too, Yeosang.”

✧✧✧

a/n: hello and welcome. now i know i havent answered all the asks about 47 yet... but i have plans to do some things on the weekend so i wanted to get this out first LSKJFL i will consolidate asks soon but in the meantime i decided CHAOS WAS ON THE MENU BABY! but also these two are so near and dear to me i’ve actually had this written since before i finished 47 and was waiting for this chance to post it so im very excited to post it TT i hope you guys enjoy as much as i do <33 hugs n kisses <33

Mists of Celeste is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

[the-sparrow-sings]

Which Fable is your favorite and how long have you been playing? :)

I started playing when I was super young myself lol

Thank you for asking! I honestly can't remember how old I was. I know I was pretty young, but I can't remember if my brother was born yet or not when I started playing (I am SIGNIFICANTLY older than my brother, and I did a lot of his raising. If we were in a Fable game, I'd have died in the tutorial).

I do remember buying him his own copy at some point so he could play in his room when he was old enough to play it (my mom had a hyperfixation on fixing broken game consoles, so people would just give us their red-ringing xbox 360s, or she'd buy them super cheap, so even though we lived in a trailer in the woods we each had an xbox in our rooms lol).

Suffice it to say I was fairly young.

In any case, Fable 2 was my first Fable (my Great-Aunt bought it for me for Christmas when I was young because Sparrow on the cover reminded her of the characters I used to draw), and I hold it INCREDIBLY dear.

To me, Fable 2 (and Fable as a whole) had such an absolutely PERFECT aesthetic of "Fantasy that doesn't take itself too seriously", with pirates, steampunk elements, lampshades to its own plotholes/nonsensical worldbuilding, Frankensteining Lady Grey (my last name used to be Gray, so of course she was my favorite wife). NOT TO MENTION THE COMPLETE NORMALIZATION OF BEING BISEXUAL, WITH CANONICALLY LGB CHARACTERS (though transgender people weren't represented, to my knowledge. Outside of Sparrow's ability to change sex with the potion in the castle)...anyway, as a young bisexual, it meant a lot to me to see "Bisexual" in the description for random NPCs. It wasn't "playersexual" or highlighted to the point of making it seem like the developers were doing it for clout or worse, shock value. Reaver's bisexuality, while flagrant, felt natural in universe considering the fact that we could plainly see that bisexuality is common in Albion.

Though, I will say the fact that I play Fable 3 as though I'm Sparrow's ghost watching it all play out says something about how MUCH I love Fable 2 lol

Sparrow being nonverbal and having a difficult relationship with her mother figure really spoke to me too when I was young. I took the entire narrative SO personally, and it still effects me as an adult lol.

. . .

You didn't ask, but I was WEIRDLY attached to Reaver, to the point where it confused me, and then I later found out that Stephen Fry voiced an audiobook cassette I used to listen to to calm myself down when I woke up from night terrors as a child (a frequent occurrence). I was pavloved into finding Reaver EXTREMELY comforting. So I guess it makes sense that I picture Reaver as a sort of toxic unhealthy source of comfort for Sparrow in the aftermath of all that happened with The Spire. (Especially since Reaver himself suffers from night terrors)

I'm the Creative Lead at a ghostwriting agency that specializes in romance (increasingly more Fantasy Romance) and I feel like Fable 2 shaped a lot about my writing. It was just very good at having rich worldbuilding without having to make the narrative point to it like "LOOK AT MY RICH WORLD BUILDING". Spreaver was also THE first major "Ship" that I lost my mind over. So, my career as a romance writer was severely influenced by the way I ship Spreaver.

Reaver and Sparrow are T H E comfort characters for me.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!

[mechazushi]

Finally, FINALLY! I got to read Gachiakuda. I had managed to snag the second volume on free comic book day and was trying my best not to pirate the first volume online so I could read the second volume and today I had to drive two hours upstate for something and on the way back there was a Barnes and Nobel's and they had the first volume!!!!!

And I just want to say one thing. (Keep in mind, this is an opinion/ theory I've made after reading two volumes, I haven't gotten the rest yet.)

Why do I get the feeling that Rudo is going to accidentally Pavlov himself into only being able to use his powers when he's pissed? And then he gets to his home town and has to break himself back out of that mindset because he's not going to get any answers when he flies off the handle at minor inconveniences.

Don't get me wrong, I'm absolutely down for more characters fueled by rightful anger, I just see how this could maybe turn into a "Zuko losses his firebending" situation later.

One last thing...

Rip to the original fit. Man's had that drip. I would honestly pay for an officially licensed sweatshirt modeled after Rudo's before it had to get sold.

[starsrfun]

Hey 👋

Favourite fall out boy songs??

Hello hello!! Thank you for the ask!

I've loved FOB for like... 15 years (god, that makes me feel old) so this is such a hard choice but going off of the top of my head, I think this would be my list.

- Summer Days ft. Macklemore (That song makes me feel alive, like no other)

- Lake Effect Kid (I relate so much to this song)

-Thriller (This song got me though school)

-Sunshine Riptide (I think I listened to this song on repeat, mostly on my long as comute when I was still stateside)

-Pavlove (I had that shit pirated from YT and listened to it on repeat. So glad it's streamable now!!)

-So Much (For) Stardust (I just love her, your honor)

This being said, I firmly believe FOB has no skips whatsoever. EOWYG included. Their whole discography slaps.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Okay, time to bust out the big guns:

My little sister once heard of a story involving Schrödinger's cat and Pavlov's dog, going on an epic fantasy adventure, where they have to save their friends from spacefaring pirates and the hordes of undead plaguing the outer rim of the universe.

So I went to the library and asked the librarian if they had it. She said that it rang a bell but she wasn't sure if it was in or not.

Peach: Alright, I'll give you that one, never heard of it before now :)

[fagcrisis]

hi rumi.. 2, 16, & 37 from your top 100?

valhalla calling by miracle of sound now the thing is in training camp during our morning run one of my viking obsessed instructors always played this song first as we left the camp and it being five am and me being incredibly tired from. yk. training camp. five am. runing 10 kms without breakfast. it kind of burned into my mind and now if i listen to it it pavlovs me into being motivated

already did 2, and 37 is ship will sail by paddy and the rats love me some pirate metal baby

[cboffshore]

Hi!! I’ve been reading along with your fics for a couple weeks now, I’ve recently got into Ninjago ( and have rambled crazily over Skybound,,, that stuff can come out so dark when you Realise it. )

I was just wondering, do you have any particular songs to get you into the mindset of writing OSSAS? Any character - themed songs that get you into the analysing of Nadakhan or Nya?

Hi, anon!! Yeah, Skybound is tricky like that - either the weirdness sets in immediately (which is great good option) or it hits you at two AM outta nowhere. All we can do about it is ramble, really. Hit me up if you ever need a rambling buddy.

As for OSSAS songs: I've got an entire playlist! That link will take you to my current notes (which I need to update since I've added more tracks) and the Spotify link. However, I should confess I don't usually write to that playlist specifically - that one helps me get in the right frame of mind to work on the series and is meant to accompany the series as a mood summary. When I'm actually writing, I've got a few standby albums I cycle through for Nya and Nadakhan respectively.

For Nya: I've found that Midnights by Taylor Swift and Roses by Coeur de Pirate are immensely helpful. Both are relatively laid back, and I've been using them as study music for a while, but their general lyrical content and imagery help me visualize Nya, too. Roses has a lot of beautiful water imagery, and I actually wrote a Seabound series inspired by it!

For Nadakhan: Fall Out Boy all the way, baby! I'm working on a FOB-only analysis playlist for Nadakhan with especially pertinent tracks, but when I'm writing him, I tend to alternate between Folie à Deux and So Much (For) Stardust. Both of them just... work for him in ways I can't quite articulate. It's definitely something to do with the themes of wasted time, growing up, and navigating complex relationships, as well as the GORGEOUS vocal work and intense instrumentals. Off of FàD, I especially think "27" and the newly released demo "Pavlove" work beautifully as character summaries for him.

Thanks for the ask, kind stranger!

[gothicafish]

My comments on my omfd S1 rewatch

Episode 1:

-Stede literally went out and bought that pirate hat and was like dammmm THATS what pirates wear...in his full gentalmens get up

-i love how in episode 1 the entire crew treats stede as their cringe dad love that dynamic off the bat

-Lucius is definitely the older sibling of the revenge family the way he's constantly putting out fires

-do you think that when lucius told stede he was the only crew member who could read that's when he decided to start reading to them ??

-also I just paused at random (-28.07) and what is this picture ?? His kids??

-also in the beginning when stede (Lucius) is Journaling stede says that normally if a pirate doesn't steal his food he doesn't eat so he pays his crew a salary [and provides food] every week ko matter what. So I wonder if the crew will be a Lil bit peeved when stede comes back and has renownced all his family's wealth ? (Honestly I don't think they will bc it's just normal pirate culture AND they've set of the narrative so that the crew is on stedes side no matter what)

-ALSO considering what being a pirate was like (culture of abuse) I don't understand why the crew wasn't THRILLED that they got a salary, food provided and a place to stay with minimal risk of dying horribly (the way pirates normally expected ??) I know it's kinda a plot device so that they do a 180 and accept stede and a kind of symbolism for masculinity but like dawg a weekly salary for just hangin out on a boat ??? Sign me up

-Why did stede bring so much fabric and sewing materials with him to sea ???? Broski wasn't even planning on making a flag ?

-also if anybody ever tells you people font change just remember in the span of two weeks (a month ??? I don't know the time frame) black pete went from "sewing is women's work!!" To getting topped by the potatoes while wee john watched.

-i dont agree with people who say stede was a bad father stede had to have been good father with the way he treats the crew. Inattentive maybe but not bad.

-love my dude buttons

-the fact that Jim didn't make a flag

-love that buttons can tell if three black dots look spanish but still told stede to go after a British naval vessel

-also love that they decided not to kill stede bc lucius couldn't do the voices

-in this family dynamic stede (and eventually ed) are their fathers and buttons is their uncle

-I love buttons fangs; also love stede reaction to them

-why did stede put his robe on ?? Emotional support robe ?? That makes a lot of sense actually

-"some of us thrive on danger" gets me everytime

-I love that stede has a menty breaky first ep

-EVERYBODY HIDE !

-why is everyone but lucius wearing a wig

-LET HIM PICK FLOWERS (get me a shirt that says that)

-"oh I bet it does"

- I want stede to stop acting normal and show them how fucking crazy he is

-The first time I watched ofmd I spent soo long trying to figure out if this was actually Shane madej (when it's obviously NOT)

-I think this show pavloved me into a state of yearning when I hear High on a Rocky Ledge by Moondog

-also I 100% believe stede is strong enough to drive a sword through a man's skull

- in the song when he sings "how many times I've been up to see her goodness knows" matches up with Jim taking off their wax nose lmao

-I hope when they dropped the disguise later on in the season, Jim would come out and listen to stede read too.

- DYING TO BE WITH HER WASNT ANY SACRIFICE

[maelstrom007]

WIP Tag Game!

I saw this from @ghcstao3 and wanted to give it a shot since I have literally so many WIP's it's ridiculous.

Prompt: Post the names of the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have wip's (that I won't be doing, only because I have so many wips and very few people to actually tag).

Below are all of my current WIP's. The headers are the names of the folders they belong in in my google drive, followed by their individual file names. I can't wait to talk about these! Please ask away! As people ask about them I will add links to the posts, however just because someone's already asked doesn't mean you shouldn't! I may have written more, or maybe you have an idea or follow up question, who knows!

COD MWII-

Pavlov and His Dogs

Until {Ask 1}

Waulking Home

"Fuck Off" {Pt. 1}

Hades -

Be Around Me {Ask 1}

Hamilton -

He's Very Attractive (In the North)

Meet the Parents

Reliable with the Lad(ie)s

Self Preservation? What's That?

What Do You Stall For?

Mandalorian -

Assassins Breath

Service Bottom Dinn Djarin

Original Work -

Italian Shoes

Paladin

Power Play

Anonymous Sex

Call Me Dad(dy)

RDR2 -

Binding the Soul

Not Your Mammas Songfics -

(edit: Fandom added in brackets for added clarity)

Between Wind and Water [Original Work - Pirate]

Fishmongers Daughter [Witcher]

Hell N' Back [Hades] {Ask 1}

Listen With Your Heart, You Will Understand [Witcher]

St. Bernards [Witcher]

Tear You Apart [Originally Mandalorian, but may be written in current fandom obsession]

The Devil and the Huntstman [Mandalorian]

Time Moves On [Witcher]

You're So Vain [Witcher]

Witcher -

Do You Love Me?

Geraskier List

How to Improve a Reputation, One Song at a Time

I Know Who You Are

Mute-agenics

Tagging @lululandd and @ghouljams cause I don't know who else to tag

[twin-azure-dragon-wave]

Yashahime Season 2, Episode 26 Reaction Post

These posts are probably always going to be late because I work on weekends and I’m usually too exhausted to write full, thought out reactions.

-No cold open this week. Also had Setsuna doing the narration which I don't think has happened before(?) Last week’s was just a season 1 recap.

-Totally self-indulgent but I was disappointed we didn’t get an origin story for Riku’s new swag. I wanted a scene like from a movie where he stands on a podium in front of a full-length mirror while a salesman with whatever the feudal Japan equivalent of a posh british accent is holds up a jacket and goes, “May I recommend the black with the red and gold trim, Lord Riku.”

-Also wanted to see him swing by feudal Jacob the Jeweler to get the pirate sword upgrade for his earring. Come on, Sunrise. Indulge me. INDULGE ME.

-I love these scenes where Riku goes to visit some mysterious contact because the vibe he gives off is less threatening anti-hero a la Sesshomaru and more like a charismatic weed dealer who heard you could point him in the direction of some high-grade medical kush.

-Modern AU Riku should always either be a high-class drug dealer or someone who like, scams rich college kids in the Hamptons.

-Riku: I’m thinking of doing whatever I please. Mimisenri: You mean Sesshomaru’s daughters? Sorry, my mind went straight to the gutter.⚆_⚆

-I’m not even past the 4 minute mark yet. I just love Riku so much.

-The animation was really top notch in this episode. I’m not totally fond of the style but this is as good as this show is ever gonna look.

-I read some criticism of Setsuna’s behavior toward Towa (i.e. that Setsuna was acting too coldly and running off on a mission with Moroha without telling her where she was going). But this fits with Setsuna’s patterns of behavior established from season 1. Setsuna is like Sesshomaru in that she rarely feels the need to explain herself, even to people she cares about.

-I think what Setsuna really needs is a Jaken. Jaken was a great character to have because he verbalized and explained the taciturn Sesshomaru’s motivations to the audience and Sesshomaru hitting him with rocks was funny. 

-It literally just occurred to me that the Inuyasha universe actually DOES have a feudal equivalent to Jacob the Jeweler and it’s Hosenki.

-Everything reminds Towa of Setsuna. She’s like one of Pavlov’s dogs except the bell can just be anything. LOL.

-Why does Sea Snake Lady have to have modesty hair when Mistress Centipede just gets to go tits out? Is there an uncovered boob quota?

-The heavily butchered censored anime of my youth would’ve given both the ancient demon ladies digital bikinis and I would not have had to question this.

-Setsuna having amazing hair is canon. Yes, this was something I needed.

-Every time Kohaku shows up, I wish he had a bigger role. One, because Kohaku is awesome, but also because he would make a great mentor to the group and connection to the world of Inuyasha before the new characters were born without taking the focus or the spotlight away from them like the parents would.

-This episode’s story felt very classic Inuyasha to me. As far as filler episodes, like with the animation, this is probably as good as it’s going to get.

-The horniness of the demons in this universe is off the charts. They see one hot human and they’re ready to risk it all o(￣▽￣)ｄ

-This village has the same Whacking Day tradition as Springfield.

-You can tell Katsuyuki Sumisawa wrote both this and Gundam Wing because Sea Snake Lady has Dorothy Catalonia’s twig eyebrows.

-I got my Ritowa crumbs with Riku protecting Towa and her immediately guessing that the water freezing was his doing.

-Sumisawa also wrote the 3rd movie, which opens up the possibility that he specifically asked Rumiko Takahashi to give Inu no Taisho twig eyebrows.

-Towa with the mirrored sunglasses was on some serious retrowave meets Buddy Holly shit. I initially thought they looked goofy in the previews and now I wish they were a permanent part of her outfit.▨-▨¬ლ(•_•) (▨_▨¬)

-Setsuna gets the best scene in an episode twice in a row when she dives into the water to sever the link between Sea Snake Lady and the fisherman and then pops up afterward on his stone body like it’s a surfboard.

-Since this episode’s budget allowed for multiple glamor shots of Riku and because it loves me, that’s what we end on.

Now, as promised, my new feature.

What are Moroha fans going to complain about this week?

Probably stuff like Jyubei still stiffing her on bounties and Towa caring a lot more about Setsuna than her but mostly the fact that she really didn’t have much to do. She didn’t end up contributing to the villains defeat at all and unlike in most episodes, she didn’t even get any shots in and didn’t get to use any of her attacks. I’m predicting a lot of the typical “Why drag Moroha into this mess if she’s not going to be main?” whining.

Anyway, see you again next Saturday, folks.

Until then~

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