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slutsareteacherstoo · 8 months ago

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I Hope - A Terry Richmond Drabble Part Two

Black Fem! OC - Savannah (dark skinned, curvy, and disabled) x Terry Richmond (Gentle!Terry, Sweet!Terry, Nervous!Terry)

(I gotta get better at these tags, suggestions welcome!)

Summary: Savannah and Terry continue with they left off. But something stops Savannah leaving her unsure if what was supposed to be the perfect night is now ruined.

[PART 1] [PART 3] [PART 4]

Warnings/Things of Note: Slightly NSFW/NSFT (moaning, kissing, nipple play I guess...), fluff and comfort, playful teasing, anxiety, dissociation, mentions of disability, sex and trauma, intense ass eye contact and staring (it might turn into kink if you squint a lil bit), Switch!Terry (not really but we shall see...), people wearing masks (surgical, kn95, n95), shoutout to the library!

Really though, if you dissociate and/or have trouble staying present in your body, for any reason and/or you be feeling things too much and it make you wanna dissociate, proceed with caution. While it's cool to see yourself reflected in writing, it can also be disorienting. So. Before you read. I want you to have some grounding tools near by and take breaks as you need them.

Word count: 3K+ (3,679 WTF?!?!?! YAY ME)

Author's Note: Okay, yall. Here is the second part. This thing is long! I'm typing this in drafts right now on my computer. I have to copy and paste in into docs because I have no clue what the actual word count is (That shit was 10 pages when i pasted it in WORD!)

Thank you sooo sooo much everyone for your support. I'm glad you enjoyed the first part. Highkey...it's giving series cuz the things I imagined>>>> I'm a covid conscious girlie who still be masking outside so it's been a minute for me in this department! Trying to use my imagination and conjure the connections I know people are seeking, navigating the world like I do. So as i use my big brain, it'll pop up in my writing. If you wanna see more, let me know so I can add you to the taglist. I'm not touching this again til November! I got grad school apps to submit!

I hope you enjoy!

I'll give it to you freely

Cause you're so damn worth it

Oh will you still love me

Even when wе're hurting

As Terry returned to what he and Savannah both realized was her sweet spot, he indulged himself to hear Savannah’s moans over & over; each one differing in pitch and tone. Applying the pressure of his tongue to the spot and up to her earlobe, she made a low moan. And Terry felt as she pulled him closer. The feel of her long nails caressing his shaved head and neck and her sounds were bliss. The apprehension and embarrassment that Savannah had previously felt, were gone now. They were replaced with incessant need, incessant hunger. The need to feel this man on her, with her, inside her —skin under skin. The contact he gave her was none like no other. She let the sounds of pleasure spill from her mouth as Terry obliged her to.

As of this moment, Savannah was tapped into her body. The feeling was overwhelming but it wasn’t too much. When Terry came up for air, he looked into Savannah’s eyes, deep dark brown satellites. They marveled in comparison to how she described his planets. The look on her face was one he’d never seen before but was honored to know he helped put it there. She let out a shaky sigh.

“You’re really good at this sort of thing.”

Terry chuckled with a smirk, “I am.”

At the next thought, Savannah sheepishly smiled and looked away. Terry brought his hand to her chin once again, slightly nudging her to look at him.

“What?” Terry said with a smug ass grin, admiring the woman before him.

Savannah looked down with her eyes and flitted them back to Terry’s.

“I don’t know if I can ask you this.”

“You can ask me anything you want.” Terry slow blinked as he responded to Savannah.

She took his left hand from her chin and placed it on her chest, “Can you touch me here?” Grabbing his other hand, she added “and here?”

Terry said, “I can. What would you like me to do?”

“Whatever you want.” Savannah replied, focusing fully on Terry’s now bright eyes, while she bit her deep, brownish pink bottom lip. Terry took those words and massaged her chest. She was still wearing her black high neck tank top, the opposite to Terry’s gray one. When he squeezed, she let out a hiss. Terry took his thumbs and massaged what he felt were the outline of her nipples. At that, Savannah let out a “fuck”. Terry stopped, looking at Savannah, waiting for her eyes to open. Her dark brown skin was gleaming with the slight sweat she’d worked up.

“I didn’t say stop,” she said lowly, eyes heavy lidded with hunger. And so, Savannah was determined to maintain eye contact with Terry—to eventually be the one to win one of these staring contests. As he flicked his thumb in slow circles over her nipples, Savannah felt herself floating away. The feeling was good. Too good. Maybe too overwhelming. She was getting lost in the feeling. A new one, but overwhelming nonetheless. She was trying to stay here, stay present in this body. Her thoughts were interrupted by Terry squeezing her right shoulder. She blinked and focused back onto the objects inside of the room. The TV atop the dresser and the music sounding from it. The light on across the hall. Her clothes on THEE chair™️, and making them center back on Terry’s face.

Terry had seen Savannah enjoying the feeling, eyes rolling back at the pleasure, excitement and trying to maintain her focus on him. He wasn’t gonna lie. It gave him an ego boost. But then, he saw her eyes go in a slightly different direction. Her voice, her body still responding to his movements but her mind had gone elsewhere. Her eyes had glazed over and it made him stop.

“Savannah,” he squeezed her right shoulder again, “Savannah, baby.”

Her eyes found his again and her face contorted into a frown. You could see the disappointment on her face. Whatever feelings that were coming up for her right now, he wanted to make space for them —to make space for her.

“What is it?” Terry uttered softly.

Savannah shook her head from side to side. She kissed her teeth softly and said, “It was really nice. It felt good. It felt really good.”

Terry nodded wordlessly as he kept his hand on her shoulder, alternating light squeezes while he massaged it.

Savannah continued, “I felt too much. Not that anything you did was bad or wrong. It was perfect actually. Really really perfect.” She wanted to reassure him.

Terry gave her a small smile, “But?” he added.

“I felt it too much. It felt too good. And I think—“ she cut herself off. She thought what? That she couldn’t do this? That this might be harder than she thought it’d be? She didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to think or even say or talk about herself as being too much. She’d done so much work already to remove that from her vocabulary, from seeing herself that way.

And Terry never did.

She hoped he wouldn’t now.

“I think that because the feeling—because EYE felt the feelings so intensely, I was so in my body, paying attention to everything. And that was scary. I think I got scared. I think we got scared.” The we in question was her body. The both of them were still navigating this together and it was difficult.

Savannah hadn’t even noticed the single tear that spilled onto her cheek until Terry wiped it away.

It was clear today that she would not be the winner of any of these staring contestants.

Focusing on Terry and talking about this, made it too difficult. Eyes darting around the room as she talked, mostly because she didn’t want to see him. To see if the look on his face would change at all to pity. She couldn’t bear it. She hoped not.

Terry’s heart broke a little. But he made sure to maintain his steel of softness for Savannah. He didn’t want to speak too soon, speak over her, or imply anything that may not be true. He just wanted her to talk, to tell him what she needed. And he would help her in whatever way he knew how.

“I don’t want you to think,” Savannah said finally braving to make eye contact with Terry. Her nostrils were flaring and she was trying to keep her voice level. She didn’t want it break. But it did. “Less of me.”

At that statement though, Terry had to interrupt. “I don’t think less of you.” Savannah raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “I don’t,” he doubled down and countered in a firm tone.

Savannah rolled her eyes in exasperation and sighed loudly. Not at Terry. Not even at herself but just at the situation. When Savannah could not find the words to say, Terry decided to speak some more.

“I don’t think less of you. I never could but especially not because of this. You told me that you needed—that we needed to take it slow. Like I said, you are in control.” He took a pause. “ I’m with you because I like you. I like you because of you. This,” he picked up her hands, pointing his chin to their hands and to Savannah. “means something to me. You are important to me.” He squeezed her hands for emphasis.

As he considered his next words, there was silence between the two of them. Savannah had briefly removed one of her hands and used the bottom of her palm to wipe her eyes. She joined hands with Terry again, as the two lay side to side, knees facing inward. Music was faintly playing in the background.

It was a simple yet hypnotic melody. In fact, that’s why they’d let it repeat over and over. It was Terry’s choice. And it was definitely going to be up there on his Spotify Wrapped.

When he first heard it, Savannah had immediately come to his mind. She was definitely special and knew it immediately when he’d come across her.

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Savannah was oblivious in her own world when he crossed her path. He was awestruck.

It was the sound of her voice that piqued his interest first. He heard her before he saw her. After locking his bike out front, he walked through the library’s sliding doors. He’d heard it as the metal song he’d been listening to was fading out. She was at a table explaining something to the group of people in front of her. There was something about her voice that was soothing and captivating. Taking his buds out ear by ear, he was able to hear her voice in its fullness. He didn’t have the first clue about how the nutritional value of frozen fruit and vegetables was just as good as fresh, but he’d listen more to find out.

Staring in her direction, he was immediately taken by her. She’d been wearing a bright pink bandana over her hair put in a thick low puff. Clear, purple glasses over deep, dark brown cat eyes, lined in black. Thin, oversized hoops framed her face. The rest of it he couldn’t see because she was wearing mask. It was a white one with blue straps. It made him scrunch his face in curiosity, especially because most of the library patrons he could see weren’t wearing any. He’d done a quick ocular scan of the space from periphery to main fields of vision. Yup. He’d spotted maybe 4 or 5 people outside the seated group wearing a mask at all. Some wore thin, black and light blue ones. Others wore more sturdy-looking ones? People had them the in different colors—white, black, pink green. He wasn’t wearing one either. But no mind that, he wanted to hear more of what she had to say.

She was wearing an orange crochet cardigan with a white ribbed shirt. The shirt was stretched over her large chest and tucked into black stretchy yoga pants.

The thick waistband outlined the roundness of her soft belly. They hugged her wide-set hips that framed her full thighs. The rest of the material flared out at her knees, covering her white and light brown running shoes.

It was at the appraisal of her lower half that made Terry let out what he thought was a mental, “Damn,” and considered what behind might look like. He realized that was not the case when the library worker at the front desk cleared their throat loud enough for Terry to hear and get the hint. He whipped his head in their direction, smiling apologetically and nervously with wide eyes and thin lips. He was being a man, in a way he was NOT proud of right now.

“Sorry about that. Is there a place I can charge my phone?” he asked while adjusting his backpack.

The worker pointed in the opposite direction of Savannah and her group. The worker was wearing a thin, black mask so he couldn’t see the bottom half of their face. But the expression in their eyes made it clear he needed to keep it pushing and do so expeditiously. He thanked them and made his way to get some juice for his phone.

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Lizzie’s voice was crooning on the song’s fourth verse, fading out the memory

I'll give it to you freely

Cause you're so damn worth it

Oh will you still love me

Even when wе're hurting

“You are important to me,” he repeated “I’m not going to say that I don’t care about it. Because it wouldn’t be true. I care about whatever affects you, however it affects you.” He was looking down at her, the pair’s eyes a perfect match of earth, water and soil. Her eyes didn’t leave his this time, despite the silly face Terry made to break the tension in the room.

Savannah laughed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was getting better at keeping up with him. Maybe one day she would win one of these staring contests, he pretended not to know about. Attagirl.

“You can take however long you and your body need to adjust, to get back into it. Take your time, baby.” he rested his forehead against hers, rubbing his thumb at her cheek “The loving ain’t going nowhere.” he said with wide grin, while Savannah let out a short, spluttering laugh.

“Okay, Mary J Blige,” she said shaking her head and rolling her eyes upward, staring at no place in particular.

“I got you,” Terry said booping Savannah’s nose.

“You got what?” she said with in an incredulous look on his face

“You,” he emphasized, “You can’t keep eyes on me.”

Savannah waved his hand from her face, the gold, medical bracelet glinting in the light. “Boy, bye.” She twisted at her waist to reach for her glasses on the nightstand. When she faced Terry again he was supporting himself up with his left hand, while his right one propped his head. Terry was staring at her as if he were enchanted. He’d always stare at her like that. And Savannah couldn’t believe that he still was, especially after how tonight went. He was making her feel all self-conscious and shit. Damn him and his fuck ass, color-changing eyes.

“What?” Terry said softly, cutting off her thoughts

“Fuck you and your fucking eyes”, Savannah playful shoved his shoulder.

“Why you say fuck me for?” Terry said aloud after letting out a laughter of shock, thick eyebrows raised and eyes widened.

“Because!” Savannah retorted, mirroring Terry’s expression and previous tone.

“Because what?” Terry said now in a softer tone, while squinting at her. He’d reached out for her hand again without looking. She accepted it and Terry interlocked his fingers with hers. It made Savannah smile, clearly showing because her eyes never left his.

This man was gonna be her undoing, she was sure of it. And he was sure she’d be his.

“So,” Savannah paused, while she focused on the feeling of the small circles Terry rubbed on the back of her clasped hand. “I didn’t ruin tonight?” she asked, avoiding Terry’s original question. Her left arm was bent at the elbow on her pillows, mirroring Terry while he was now lower than her. She felt Terry shift and then his hand on her knee. He slightly dipped his head, green-gray eyes asking for permission. Savannah nodded her head yes, and she felt Terry gently grab the back of her right knee, pulling it closer to him. Savannah loved the way the skin his rough textured palm felt against the soft smoothness of her legs. And Terry couldn’t get over how soft and delicate her skin was. Especially when he grazed her sides, feeling her rolls and ripples. It was supple and satin-like. He was grateful for the privilege he was allowed in getting to touch her. In allowing him to do anything with her. He’d do anything she’d ask in return.

“You did not,” Terry said. “I got to spend time with you. I got feel and caress you.” He demonstrated by caressing the back of her thigh. “I got to learn more about the sounds you make when you’re really feeling good ,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. Savannah scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Terry kissed his teeth, holding in his smirk. “See, there you go again.” he said in a light teasing tone. It was Savannah’s turn to kiss her teeth.

“Ok, but to be fair, today should NOT be counted!” She butted in holding a pointed finger upward

“Nigga, nobody is counting!” Terry laughed out.

“What do you mean, nobody’s counting? YOU JUST TOLD ME YOU ARE!” she exclaimed in shock and amusement. She wasn’t upset or angry. She felt…vindicated. Vindicated at the fact this mf WAS doing this shit on purpose! Ooh, Terry. When you I catch you, Terry! When I catch you Terry!

Now, Terry didn’t wanna look Savannah in her eyes. He was being shy and evasive and shit. Looking around the room, now that she found him out. He could feel the heat rising to cheeks. Not him blushing over this. Savannah lightly tugged his chin upward towards her.

“Nah, pretty boy. Eyes up here. This is what you wanted right?” Savannah had said, genuinely teasing him. He knew she didn’t mean anything else behind those words, just getting him back for the sake of getting him back. But the way she said them, while grabbing his chin made him feel something. He’d have to return to that thought another time. The firm squeeze she added, and the pressure from the tips of her naturally long nails, to grab his attention again didn’t help.

Savannah was looking at him expectedly, one eyebrow arched with lips slightly parted.

“I mean…” Terry trailed off. He did love staring at her. Yeah, he got a thrill from how any look he gave her she had a reaction to. But it really was her eyes that captivated him. Her eyes were a deep dark brown, iris and pupil ringed in black. They were a cat-like almond shape. Sharp and alluring without meaning too. When she lined them with different colors, it only made them more striking. He could help but admire them and admire her, like one would the moon. Intrinsically and reverently.

“…you got some nice ass eyes. Be distracting a nigga and shit.” Terry chuckled trying not to be the chalant nigga he very much was and Savannah let out a low cackle.

“Heh, hey.” she took that moment to clap her hands slowly, alternating her hands so that palms touched fingertips and fingertips touched palms. Swiping away some of the doubt and insecurity in her head. It made her get a big one.

Whew! Savannah didn’t know she’d be able to relate to Victoria Monét when she sang it, but making niggas feel a way is a forté really. Well, shit. She wasn’t gonna feel guilty about using his face and his eyes as the last thing she’d sense in her grounding practice anymore. And, she was making him fold like he made her fold? Nah, the game was on. She was committed to winning a few of these stare-downs and she was gonna come out on top, one way or another.

“Anyways, back to what you were saying much earlier.” Savannah ushered him to continue after they’d gotten hella distracted and off course. She appreciated the levity Terry added to the moment for her sake. But Savannah really did need to know that she didn’t ruin tonight and that she shouldn’t feel bad when they woke up tomorrow. She wasn’t in love him yet, but she needed to know, that if it happened —when it happened, a voice in her head said—That he would validate and reassure her when this would come up again. Because it would. Come up again.

“Like I was saying,” Terry extended the first syllable of the last word for exaggerated effect. It earned him a giggle. “We got to pause and ground together, when we both needed it.” Savannah gave him a slight eyebrow raise.

Terry began to rub at the back of his neck when he admitted, “I read online that light yet firm pressure could be helpful in helping a partner stay present.” Savannah’s face softened in surprise and endearment. Oh shit! Not him doing self-directed research!

So that’s why he was doing those squeezes and circles!

He continued hesitantly, “Yeah. I was just looking up different articles, going to different websites and other people’s accounts and stuff talking about disability, sex and trauma, you know. I just wanted to make sure I could help you feel as comfortable as possible. And you know, I got kinda nervous too cuz i was like, ‘I don’t know if Im fucking up or doing too much’ so I was stopping when I needed to too.” Terry was rambling nervously and it was so cute and sweet. She couldn’t believe he did that for her. And also that what he found helped him too.

“But yeah, nothing was ruined. I got to be here with you. And see what it was like when you start floating away,” he ended in a singysong way, wiggling his fingers for emphasis looking nowhere in particular.

Terry made sure to snap his head back to Savannah’s. He reached up for her face, his thumb slowly moving up and near her chin and lips. At that, she took a hand and draped it behind Terry’s neck. She used her nails to make slow, stroking movements at the across the length of his neck. She wanted to make sure she heard what Terry was saying.

“But I want you know, that I’ll be right here with you on earth. No matter where you go, wherever you go.” Terry stated firmly. He had an earnest look in his eyes. His, tinged with grey among blue-green ocean waves, moving in sync with hers, being compelled by the draw of her deep brown moons shining with black rings. The tides of feeling and connection present between the two were unmistakable. Undeniable.

Savannah knew that he meant every word.

And it was scary as hell.

She hadn’t had someone feel so sure about her in this way, in a long time.

But she wanted to see it through anyways, whatever this would become with time. She hadn’t told him everything, just enough to be in the know. And he took that information and built on it. For them. For her.

Savannah slightly lowered her head towards Terry, hovering her lips right over his. Her chain dangling over his.

“Thank you,” she whispered into his lips.

“Nothing is ever too much for you,” he whispered back.

And so the tides crashed, leading their lips to softly touch together. Melting with the hopes for the future and the celestial of their current now.

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Author's Note Pt 2: Comments, questions and suggestions are so welcome (please be nice to me tho 🥺 👉🏿 👈🏿) I did try to revise this one and edit it for real for real. If there are any errors let me know.

If you're wondering how he got Savannah out that mask...you gotta keep reading. If you wanna be added to the taglist without getting all my other NSFW reblogs, please lemme know in the replies.

Also I hope that those of you who needed to or still need to take some breaks and do some grounding cuz reading may have been a lot, please do that. Slowly blink your eyes open and close. Stretch your fingers, wrists, arms, and neck. Hell, your whole body. Drink some water. Grab a snack. Put on a mood uplifting song. <3

Also if you somebody like me, who still be masking when they be outside, im writing this for you extra!

For anyone who need it, let this work be a manifestation for the dynamics you desire, that are aligned with you in all ways, with no doubts or questions. May the Divine deliver and you recognize them upon arrival. You got this, boo! 😉

Okay thank you for coming to my TED Talk 🥰 See y'all on the dash

Part 3

#slutsareteacherstoo #atiya writes #terry richmond fic #terry richmond fluff #terry richmond x black oc #terry richmond x black fem!#finally nigga damn!#shoutout to my chronically ill and disabled baddies #team ‘we turn big and bad dudes into bitches’ reporting for duty 🫡#with consent!#wear a mask #Spotify #terry x savannah

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l-littlebird-l · 2 years ago

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Hello, little bird🥰✨ I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to thank you once again for the masterpiece “The Blind Dance”, that was breathtaking!❤️‍🔥

If you don’t mind, I’d love to share with you some of my thoughts, they might be veeery stupid, I’m sorry in advance, that’s just what happens in my feverish brain (Ominis’ been filling my mind completely for several months🙈)

So, personally I’m into powerful and let’s say dominant Ominis hehe. What do you think about it:

Ominis and MC are friends and of course both of them have hidden feelings for each other. One day, MC appears to have a bruise on her neck from some regular fight she had. Ominis can’t see it obviously, but hears some ambiguous remarks about her neck. He gets super jealous and storms to his beloved Undercroft/dormitory/any empty classroom to let off some steam, she notices his state and follows him. And when she asks wtf with you, he bursts out. Like... slams her up against the wall, holds her neck where the bruise is and smth like “who the hell was he?!” (maybe some assumptions that it was Sebastian, cause he knows they spend a lot of time together), basically revealing his dark intimidating side a bit. There can also be insults and some parseltongue spilling of course cause this boy can’t control himself hehe. She’s outraged, trying to push him away, but he realizes how stupid he was, apologizes passionately and then.. no less passionate and possessive sex with parseltongue as well🔥

Gooods I just needed to share it with you, and maybe you will find some ideas inspiring for your incredible talent! And it’s totally fine if you find it an utter rubbish, my brain’s just not working properly when it relates to Ominis😂

Thank you again, we’re all so happy to have you in this fandom!💕

Thank you so much for your patience with this piece! I loved writing it and I had a lot of fun playing around with Ominis’ emotions. 😉 Rest assured, your prompt for this piece was amazing. Thank you so much for being my first request, and I really appreciate all the kind words you give me. The Blind Dance is one of my favorites as well. Ominis just has this way about him. 💕 You definitely piqued some ideas for later stories. Thank you again, and enjoy!

• Jealousy Is a Terrible Thing •

Ominis Gaunt x MC (Smut)

— Requests are Open —

Summary: Ominis’ jealousy flares up when Sebastian returns to the common room well past midnight, carrying your scent. The accumulation of lies and excuses reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated confrontation between you two.

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Ominis is a master at finding every possible opportunity he can to get closer to you. He's like a magnet, whether that means strategically choosing the seat next to yours in class, skillfully appearing in the same hallways as you, suggesting lunch dates at The Three Broomsticks, or inviting you to join him for study sessions in a cozy corner of the library.

For him, every minute spent by your side fills his day with an unparalleled sense of happiness. It's as if the entire world around him had shifted since you entered his life. He now has something, or rather someone, to look forward to greeting every single day.

But today, however, things took an unusual turn. Ominis had hardly slept, and his mood was decidedly foul. All night, his mind had raced, tormented by the question of why Sebastian had returned to the common room so late last night, bearing the unmistakable trace of your scent. He wrestled with this enigma throughout the night, and what compounded his distress was Sebastian's blatant falsehood. Sebastian was notorious for brushing things off and fabricating the flimsiest of excuses. But that scent, Ominis recognized it all too intimately—it was unquestionably yours. A fire churned within him, a spark of jealously aflame.

(Recap)

As the clocks hands inched past curfew, Sebastian clandestinely slipped into the common room, his movements shrouded in secrecy. His arrival, however, didn’t go unnoticed. Ominis lifted his head from his book as he drew a deep breath, catching a tantalizing trace of your scent emanating from Sebastian's clothing.

Without missing a beat, Ominis confronted Sebastian, his voice laced with an unmistakable sharp edge. "Sebastian, you're out past curfew. What were you up to?"

Sebastian, however, was quick on his feet. He met Ominis' gaze with a feign air of innocence. "Oh, nothing much, just a late-night stroll. Clearing my head, you know."

Ominis slammed his book shut and rose from his seat, his brows knit together with irritation. "Late-night stroll? Clearing your head?" he scoffed, his voice tinted with bitterness. "Don't insult my intelligence, Sebastian. I can smell her on you."

Sebastian tried to maintain an air of nonchalance, beads of sweat formed along his forehead. "You're imagining things, Ominis. Just a bit paranoid, aren't we?"

But Ominis was having none of it. He took several steps forward, his words biting through the air. "I know the scent of her perfume, Sebastian. Don't think you can play the fool with me."

Sebastian's mask of indifference began to crack as Ominis' possessiveness pressed in on him. "Fine," he spat back, the veneer of politeness shattering. "I was with her. So what? She can choose who she spends her time with."

Ominis' patience wore thin, and his anger flared as he leaned forward. "You're playing a dangerous game, Sebastian," he growled, his jealousy unleashing. "She's mine, and you'd do well to remember that."

Sebastian, seemingly unfazed, crossed his arms with a smirk, his voice edged with false nonchalance. "Why do you care so much, Ominis? What I do with her is none of your concern."

Ominis gritted his teeth, his temper burning from within. He wanted to shout, to demand answers, but his pride kept him restrained. “Just answer the question, Sebastian. What were you doing with her?”

Sebastian leaned forward, his tone a venomous whisper. "Maybe you're just not man enough to satisfy her."

Ominis clenched his jaw, his jealousy scraping the forefront, but he couldn't bring himself to reveal the true depth of his feelings.

Sebastian leaned back, a smug grin playing on his face. "You're so possessive, Ominis. It's pathetic. She's not yours to control."

Ominis, his anger boiling over, shot back, "You're just a playboy, Sebastian. You don't understand what it means to truly care about someone."

Their words hung in the air, charged with tension and unresolved emotions. The common rooms quiet atmosphere seemed to amplify, and neither of them was ready to back down.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, as he leaned in closer to Ominis, his voice dripping with venom. "And what would you know about caring for someone? You've never even seen her face, let alone know what it's like to be with someone like her."

Ominis couldn’t take it anymore. The frustration, the jealousy, the pain all swirled inside him like a tempest. He had been holding back, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but Sebastian’s taunts and insinuations were pushing him over the edge. A dark, sinuous whisper echoing within his head.

With furious colors, Ominis lunged at Sebastian, his control slipping away like sand through his fingers. He grabbed Sebastian’s collar, his fingers digging into the fabric as he shoved him forcefully against the wall. His face was contorted with rage as he leaned in closely.

Sebastian was caught off guard by Ominis’ sudden loss of control, despite being pinned against the wall and faced with Ominis' seething anger, he managed to taunt one last time. He grinned, though there was a nervous edge to it.

"Ominis, you're blind in more ways than one," he sneered, digging in with a final jab.

Ominis' grip on Sebastian's collar tightened, his knuckles turning white. He was on the verge of losing control completely, his anger and jealousy driving him to the brink of madness. The whisper inside, growing louder with each passing second.

As Sebastian's taunting words hit Ominis, they seemed to strike a deeper chord. Ominis' anger slowly faded, replaced by a wounded look in his eyes. He slowly released his grip on Sebastian's collar, taking a step back and facing away.

His voice, when he spoke, was filled with a poisonous blend of hurt and resignation. "Fine, Sebastian. Have it your way," he muttered, his anger now overshadowed by a sense of defeat and pain.

Sebastian held his gaze on Ominis’ back for a moment longer before breaking away, storming off to bed with Ominis' words echoing in his ears.

Left alone in the dimly lit common room, Ominis couldn't quell the burning jealousy that gripped his heart. His mind raced with turbulent thoughts, imagining what you and Sebastian were doing together. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as his possessiveness over you gnawed at him, making it impossible for him to find solace in sleep. The scent of another man, bearing traces of you, lingered in the air, a reminder that he couldn't shake off.

As the day dragged on, he found himself in the library, waiting for your arrival. The evening had been earmarked for a study session between the two of you. He positioned himself in a secluded corner of the library, setting the stage for a mental game amidst the book-lined corridors. Aware of the intricate nature of his little mind game, he knew that extracting answers required meticulous finesse. Every move, every word was a potential gambit on your friendship. His mind was a turbulent sea of unanswered questions, each wave threatening to consume his thoughts. The stakes were high, and the risks, even higher. But his determination burned in red. He needed answers, and if Sebastian wasn’t going to give them to him— then you will.

Even moments before your arrival, his mind raced with restless thoughts, the relentless curiosity within him clawing at his very core. A low grumble slipped from his lips, his fingers sinking into the pages of his book, an unsettling image flashing vividly within his thoughts.

"There you are," a familiar voice greeted him with enthusiasm, the sound of your steps weaving around the bookshelves as you plopped your stack of books on the table.

Ominis, drawn by the melody of your sweet voice, lifted his head, and his countenance transformed. His features softened, and a smile, one reserved solely for you, gently curved his lips. The crashing waves of his mind finding ease.

"So you decided to come after all," he teased, deliberately averting his gaze back to the book in his hand as his grip softens.

"Of course I'd show up, I'd never miss our study time together. It’s too precious," you playfully retorted, settling down next to him.

As you opened your books, the sound of the pages turning harmonized with the subtle waft of your scent, enveloping the space around him. That same, familiar scent, lingering in the air, stirring something within.

The library was unusually hushed, the subtle sound of his nails picking at the corners of parchment, bending them with a nervous energy. Your gaze instinctively followed the sound, an elegant dance of curiosity shifting between his fidgeting fingers and his pensive expression.

You sat there, quietly studying him for a few moments, pondering on what’s occupying his thoughts. Something about him seemed amiss, though you couldn't quite pinpoint it.

You leaned into him, your body brushing against his as your lips drew close to his ear, your voice a soft whisper. "You're not typically one to fidget with your hands. Is something on your mind, Ominis?"

Your closeness seemed to have a calculated impact, causing his demeanor to subtly shift. The sound of the parchment ceased as he turned his focus toward you, his face adorned with a serene mask of calmness. "Hmm? Oh, no. Nothings on my mind."

Your concern etched lines of worry onto your brow, still convinced that something weighed heavily on his mind, but he wasn’t budging.

"Ominis..." you hummed, your hand gently finding its place against his thigh, your voice carrying a soothing, reassuring tone. "You know you can talk to me."

In a fleeting moment, all his defenses crumbled. A lump formed in his throat, your sweet, captivating scent enveloping him like a warm embrace. The gentle brush of your hand against his thigh ignited an indescribable sensation deep within him. In that moment, he wished for time to stand still, for this instant to stretch into eternity. Just you and him, a world apart from everyone else—a world far from Sebastian. It all faded into obscurity. It was as if only the two of you existed in that space.

You couldn't help but notice how your presence seemed to have a calming effect on him. Your fingers traced a gentle, reassuring path up and down his thigh, and a soft, affectionate grin danced at the corners of your lips as you observed him intently. He looks so sweet…

In this sanctuary, Ominis felt a newfound comfort, an urge to confide in you, to lay bare everything that had tormented him, and perhaps even to express the emotions he'd kept concealed for so long. He yearned to spill it all out, to finally lay his heart on the table.

Just as he was about to speak, a subtle squeeze from your hand against his thigh brought him back to reality. His lashes faltered, and with a soft, deliberate hold, his hand grazed against yours, seemingly hesitant to speak.

His lips were parted, and for a brief moment, he seemed as if he was on the brink of saying something, but his lips drew a line. Instead, he took in a deep breath, casually flipping to the next page in his book with a flick of his wand.

"You needn’t worry about me, I'm fine," Ominis insisted, his words carefully neutral. "I just couldn’t find sleep."

You sighed, not entirely convinced by his statement, but willing to go with it. "How come?" You inquired gently, your fingers naturally gravitating toward the comforting warmth of his inner thigh.

His breath hitched for a mere second, the feeling of your hand tantalizingly close clouded his mind with your sweet, intoxicating presence.

"Sleep often seems to evade me more times than I care to count. So I opted for some light reading in the common room last night," he began, his voice steady. A momentary pause followed as he carefully considered his next words. He taps his nail against the parchment with an unsettledness. “Just as I was wrapping up on my reading, a rather… perplexing encounter held me.”

His eyes lined up with keen perception as he sensed your hand twitch in response to his words, a restrained, sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew he had you hooked.

"Oh? And… who might’ve that been?" Your words faltered, your heart beginning to race as the realization set in, that you had unwittingly walked into his cunning little trap.

"Sebastian," he stated firmly, the pretense of an unruffled countenance still in place as he smoothly turned to the next page in his book.

"S— Sebastian, huh?" You gradually withdrew your hand from his thigh, fingers curling around the contours of your book as you anxiously flipped through several pages.

"Any thoughts on why he might have been up after curfew?" He nonchalantly twirled his wand between his fingers, deliberately taking his time as he keenly detects your composure slowly unraveling beside him.

"No— not at all. Why would I have any insight?” You brought your hand to your lips, your teeth nibbling nervously at your nails as your thoughts begin to race.

"Really, now?" He leaned back, drawing in a deep breath as he meticulously assessed the situation. "I had thought you two were rather… close. Mayhaps I judged wrong," he mused, his finger idly tracing the edges of his book, waiting for your next answer.

You cleared your throat, collecting your hair in your hands as you lifted it up off your neck and sweeping it aside to cool off.

“We should get back to studying, Ominis.” You mumbled quietly, adverting your attention back to your books.

A pit formed within his midriff, an uneasy sensation coursing through him as he discerned that you had just lied to him and casually brushed aside his inquiry. Lost in his thoughts, something had sparked his attention, a faint, distant sound emanating several tables away. His ears perked as he found himself inexplicably drawn into the poison of hushed whispers and muted laughter.

"Did you see that mark on her neck?"

"Gods, what is it?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's a hickey!"

"Merlin's Beard... who do you think it was?"

"I bet you 5 Galleons it was Sebastian Sallow."

"What— no way."

"You think she's been snogging Sallow?"

"By the looks of it, she's been doing more than just snogging." The subdued group of students snickered amongst themselves.

"And…. guess what I saw last night… I saw the two of them leaving the castle after curfew."

"What, really..? That's foul... and she has the audacity to put her hands all over Gaunt— are you going to report it to the Headmaster?"

“Not yet, I’m waiting for the perfect moment.”

“You sneaky little minx.”

“She deserves it. I can’t wait to see her crumble.”

"She should be ashamed of herself...”

"Isn't one enough? Leave the rest of them for us."

“She’s such a slut.”

A flush of crimson spread across Ominis' face as his anger surged like a rising tide within. His fists clenched together in a white-knuckled grip, his imagination running wild with scenarios from last night, each one more maddening than the last. Thoughts became an impenetrable fog, clouding his usually sharp mind. His jaw clenched as he slammed his book shut, the resounding thud echoing throughout the library. He stormed out, leaving behind a wake of turbulent emotions.

Ominis could hear his heart ringing in his ears. The whole world around him fading into a distant blur as he pushed himself through the crowded halls. His nails dig into the handle of his wand as anger, frustration, and jealousy envelopes him whole. The thought of you doing something so vile with his best friend tinged his heart. He felt as if the air was sucked right out of his lungs, his own emotions strangling him.

You sat there, bewildered by his sudden outburst. Trying to make sense of what just happened, you close your books in a hurry, leaving them behind as you quickly followed suit. Your eyes glued to the back of his pristine button-up as you chased after him, deftly slipping through the turbulent sea of students and nearly stumbling over an outstretched foot.

"Om— Ominis, wait…" your voice caught as you hastily found your footing, resolutely following his swift path into an unassuming classroom, leaving behind a clear path of confused faces.

As you enter the classroom, your eyes swept across the empty space, finding no trace of Ominis. You take a hesitant step back, perplexed. Suddenly, the wooden doors behind you click shut. You quickly pivot around to find Ominis standing there, blocking the only exit out.

“Ominis…” you muttered, standing there frozen and confused as an uneasiness settled within your midriff.

His eyes almost gleamed with a shade of green, as if a dormant darkness within him had awakened. A pure-blood Gaunt, a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the snake with no eyes, now revealed itself. His once-hidden frustrations surged to the surface, directed towards you. His body burned with resentment, hands trembling at his sides.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice low and tinged with a threatening edge, leaving no room for evasion or lies. "What were you doing with Sebastian last night?"

A sudden chill runs down your spine, as if he could actually see into your soul. You stagger back, your heart racing in response to his probing question.

"What do you mean..?" you stammered, desperately searching your mind for any little thing to grab at.

Your heart pounded in your chest, caught between the fear of angering him and the guilt of keeping the truth from him. You hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of Ominis’ words pressing down on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it, not yet. The room seemed to close in and crackle with tension, clashing with your desire to protect the truth.

"I— I was…" your words faltered as Ominis took an intimidating step forward. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, struggling to find the right words. Your tongue felt heavy, surrendering yourself to complete silence.

Suddenly, he lunges forward, his fingers wrapping around your jaw, pivoting you around, and slamming you against the closed doors. His breath brushes against your lips as he leans in, his eyes effortlessly locked onto yours.

You winced, your eyes squeezing tight from the sudden force, his hold around your jaw softening as his fingers grazed down your neck.

"You were?" He asked, his voice baring a darkness you hadn’t seen before.

"I... I was just... studying," you muttered, attempting to maintain the facade, but the heat of his body pressed against yours and his possessive hold shattered your composure.

Your mind raced, torn between your desire to protect Sebastian and the overwhelming presence of Ominis. His demeanor was suffocating, hard to resist the urge to spill the truth, but you stubbornly clung to your feeble lie.

Every word you spoke, every lie you told, was like fuel to the fire. His fingers encircled around your throat, tightening with warning. "Tell me then, what's this?" he inquired, the pads of his fingers pressing into the tender, bruised skin below your jaw.

You yelped, your hand reaching for his wrist in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure. He took your hand in his, pinning it against the wooden doors. With a low, frustrated growl, he eased his grip from around your throat, his fingers still remaining over the mark.

“Speak,” he said, as if you were some pet of his to command.

You gasped, finally able to breathe, your head spinning. "Ominis, what's happened to you?" you whispered, your voice colored with confusion.

He grew tired of waiting for an answer. His mind filling in all the details on its own. He pushes your jaw to the side with his thumb as he leans into the crook of your neck, his breath scraping against your skin. His soft lips brushed across your bruise, that same dark whisper filling his head with poisoned words.

“You like this?” He growled, his lips barely transgressing against your skin.

Your voice caught in your throat as Ominis' grip tightened, preventing you from speaking.

"Have something to say, do you?" Ominis’ voice dripped with irritation at your feeble attempt to speak.

An agonizing silence enveloped the room as you nervously shook your head in response.

"I didn’t think so." He sinks his teeth into your bruise, eliciting a pained wince from your lips. The warm caress of his tongue against your skin, paired with his piercing teeth digging into your neck sent an indescribable sensation pooling between your thighs. His hand snaked from your throat and down your waistline, gripping into your hip. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his knee stopped you from squeezing your thighs together.

He had you within his grasp, a pretty little thing trembling against the doors. In this moment, you were unequivocally his, a possession to be claimed. The air felt thick and heavy. He relished in the power he held over you, knowing he could do anything to you. It was crystal clear: You were his to mark, not Sebastian’s, his. And he intended to make that known.

"You like being a little slut for me?" He drags his lips agonizingly slow against your skin, catching your breath.

Despite the fear and the turbulent emotions, an undeniable surge of desire coursed through you. Ominis' dominance had awakened a primal longing within you, and your response was unmistakable. Your breath hitched, and your body caved into your desire, your hips arching slightly against his knee.

Ominis was acutely aware of your response. A sly smirk curled his lips as he felt the subtle shift in your body, the way you arched against his knee, the way your arm fell limp within his grasp, and the subtle wavering within your breath. It was evident of the power he held over you.

Ominis couldn’t help but taunt you further, his voice dripping with possessiveness and a hint of cruelty. “You feel that?” he whispered, pressing his knee against your damp knickers.

Overcome by lust, you found yourself writhing in place, unable to contain the fiery yearning that coursed through your veins. Your heart hammered within your chest, a relentless rhythm of anticipation and longing, each beat echoing the insatiable need for more. Every inch of your skin felt like it was burning, burning for his touch.

Ominis, consumed by his desire, pushed your thighs apart with a dominating force, making it clear who was in control. He pressed his hips into you, his hunger evident in the way he held you against the doors. There was no denying the raw and burning need he felt for you in that moment.

“You like being fucked so hard there’s bruises all over your pretty little skin?” He growled through gritted teeth, his grip around your wrist constricting. The anger in his voice sent tremors through your body, leaving you almost afraid to utter a word. A barely audible gasp escaped your trembling lips.

He couldn't fathom how you could lose your self-control so easily under such circumstances. His mind seethed with jealousy and anger. Were you always this easy to rile up? Is this what you and Sebastian do when he’s not around? Is that what you want from him? Unable to contain his rage any longer, he lashed out, slamming his hands against the wooden doors, staggering backwards.

"Is this what you want? Isn't Sebastian enough for you? You think you can go around putting your pretty little hands on guys and expect us to fuck you? You're— you’re such a..." He growled, his voice a mixture of anger and hurt.

Ominis leaned back against an empty desk, running his fingers over his jaw, a look of shame crossing his face. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he attempted to collect himself, but the damage was done. He knew he had lost control and shattered any chance of friendship that remained between the two of you. With a heavy sigh, he buried his face in his trembling hand, overwhelmed by the strangling feeling he has in his heart.

You were left speechless, your heart aching at his distress. With cautious steps, you moved towards him, your hand finding purchase against his shoulder as your thumb brushed with a soothing comfort.

"Ominis…" you whispered softly, your voice wavering with concern and immense sadness. "Please, just talk to me… What's going on with you? Why did you say such hurtful things?"

You settled down next to him, your hand gently gliding down his back. "This… this isn't like you, Ominis..." You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his waist, embracing him from behind.

The softness within your voice melted away all his defenses. Unable to contain his turmoil any longer, he began to unravel, pouring out the torment that had consumed him. His voice quivered. It sounded like he was on the brink crying. Your embrace around him tightened, unable to bear the sound of his shuddering voice.

"Please…" your voice trembled as you pleaded in him, the agonizing prick of tears welling within your eyes.

Ominis drew in a deep breath, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Slowly, he lifted his head from his hand, his gaze, blankly fixed upon the floor.

"It was him, wasn't it?" His voice held a note of anguish, as if he didn’t want the truth at all.

"What was him?" You asked gently, lifting your head from his shoulder and resting your chin against its curve.

He took a few moments, taking in deep, shuddering breaths as he tried to come to terms with it himself. “That bruise along your neck… It was Sebastian.”

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows, your fingers instinctively brushing across the mark that adorned itself just below your jaw. "This?" Confusion filled your voice as your mind raced with questions. “No— Sebastian never hurt me, why would you think that?”

He leans forward, elbows resting against his knees, his hands clenching in visible disarray. "Not hurt you…" he uttered with an evident struggle in his voice. His head turns toward you as you break from the one-sided embrace. Your eyes traced along his pained face, tears glossing over. You tenderly cupped his cheek, urging him to face you.

“Ominis…” you murmured softly. “What then?”

He slowly picked his arm up, his fingers gliding over your caress with gentleness, nuzzling his cheek into your hand. This warmth was what he so desperately needed. His gaze lowered with somberness, his other hand reaching out to hold yours within your lap.

He shifted towards you, his hand falling from his cheek, finding purchase against your thigh. He appeared hesitant, at a loss for words— his mind wrangling with itself to even speak.

"That mark," he started, his head still lowered. "It was from making love, wasn't it?"

You sat there, blinking for a moment, caught off guard by his accusation. Speechless, you almost let out a baffled laugh but quickly restrained it. "Making love?" you retorted, your hand lowering from his cheek as you wrapped your fingers around his nape, drawing him in closer.

You pressed your forehead against his, gazing into his soft ocean eyes. "Listen to me, Ominis… There’s nothing going on between me and Sebastian,” you hushed, your voice filled with sincerity.

He pulls away with furrowed brows, disbelief etched across his face. You clasped your hands around his, pulling him back in. "Ominis, please… This bruise here, it was from an encounter with goblins. Sebastian and I… we snuck out of the castle last night. We wanted to have a little fun, go for a midnight adventure,” you paused briefly, a heavy sigh filling the air. “But I… I got into a little trouble. I messed up my footing and a goblin attacked me. I was exhausted. Sebastian had to carry me back to the castle… I’m so sorry, Ominis. I should’ve been honest with you… I had no idea how much this pained you."

He felt ashamed, he felt hopeless, and he felt so, so indescribably ignorant. The weight of his emotions hung heavy within the air.

“I promise you, there’s no other man out there that has my heart,” you continued softly, your words piquing his interest. Ominis slowly lifted his chin as his gaze fell upon you.

Your lips curled into a sweet smile, brushing your thumb in soothing circles over his hands. “No one else, but you.”

His lashes faltered, and that very pit within his stomach had completely vanished. He felt all the heaviness within him lifted, the venomous whispers within his head— gone, replaced by a sense of clarity and peace."No one else?" He asked softly, his voice broken.

“Ominis, I love you… I love you so much that it pains me. It pains me to see you like this. I fell in love with that very sweetness you hold so deep within your heart. You’re someone special to me…” you wavered, the weight of your confession hanging in the air, your heart pounding within your chest as the gravity of your words settled between you both like a weightless plume.

He gently withdraws his hand from your grasp, his fingers tenderly tracing along your jaw as he clasped his hand just below your ear. His soft touch sent a shiver down your spine as he tilts your head back, his thumb brushing against your cheek, pressing his longing lips against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, savoring the sweet taste of his affection, your lips molding together in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, the world around you faded into insignificance. Everything that had just transpired, gone. All that remains now is the unyielding confession of love. The kiss lingered until he finally pulled away, his lips hovering just an inch from yours.

His warm breath caressed your lower lip as he spoke in an unwavering, gentle, and remorseful tone. "I've loved you from the moment I met you, more deeply than I could ever express. I've tried to hide it, to bury it, but it's always been there… burning within me. You mean more to me than words can convey, and I can't imagine my life without you."

Ominis’ voice quivered with emotion, "I love you with everything I am, and I always will, no matter what. I love you, all that you are, my dear little bird. I’m so… so so—"

You cut him off before he sank back into his darkness, your lips locking together in a fervent embrace. His brows furrowed as his lips followed suit, firmly. The kiss deepened, a passionate, unending surge of emotion that left you both breathless. In that moment, it felt like everything had finally fallen into place, and your hearts were bound together as one.

You wanted to reassure him, to make him understand that he had nothing to worry about. Your heart belonged to him and him alone. You hooked your leg over Ominis’ hip, gently lowering yourself into his lap. He wrapped his hand around your waist with a tender embrace.

With a shared urgency, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting soft sigh past his lips. In the midst of your heated kisses, soft whispers of, “I love you,” flowed freely between you both. It was as if those three words had become a cherished refrain, a reminder of your unwavering love for each other, and neither of you could get enough of it.

Your kisses became a sweet storm. Peppering his lips as your hands cradled his jaw, your hips moving in a rhythm of their own, swaying with the desire that coursed through your veins.

A burning sensation snapped you back to reality, a tantalizing stiffness pressing against your knickers, awakening you from the flames. You were acutely aware of the desire that had burned between you.

Unable to resist, you both tumbled against the desk, your lips still locked in a fiery embrace. The kisses turned heated, sloppy, and wet as you explored eachothers cavity with unbridled hunger. His grip around your hip tightened, pressing you firmly against his arousal, a quiet moan of pleasure escaped your lips. Desire pooled between your thighs, wetting his trousers from the friction.

With a final, lingering kiss, you gradually poised yourself up, straddling him with your hands pressed against his chest. Your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, but something about his presence made you feel safe and unashamed. The embarrassment you anticipated seemed to melt away in his soft, gentle touch.

A sweet, contented smile graced your lips as you began to roll your hips, a gentle grind that pressed your soaked knickers against his clothed arousal, eliciting a soft, quiet hum from Ominis’ lips.

He tilted his head back with a warm moan, the sharp contour of his jaw capturing your attention. You reached for his hands, delicately intertwining your fingers with his, guiding his touch as you circled your hips. A quiet sigh of pleasure escaped your lips, filling the thick air around you.

Ominis’ lips parted, eliciting an unrestrained moan as his cock twitches beneath you. He lost full control over his hips, incapable to stop them from moving in rhythm with yours. This was everything he had ever yearned for— your sweet hands in his, the soft, quiet moans that slipped past your lips, the constant whispers of affirmation. Yet, amidst this symphony of pleasure, there was one thing he longed to hear… the sweet sound of you moaning his name.

Feeling your hands withdraw from their loving embrace and hearing the subtle rustling of fabric above him, Ominis reached out, gently clasping your hands in his once again.

"Allow me," he whispered in a tender tone, his desire to adore you evident in his gentle pale eyes.

Your hands slowly dropped as he began to unbutton your blouse with a tantalizing slowness, savoring every moment so he could etch this memory into eternity. His fingers brushed across your shoulders, unable to resist the urge to whisper with admiration, "So soft..." He slid your blouse over your shoulders, allowing it to pool around your elbows. Your fingers curled under the rim of his trousers, eagerly reciprocating the desire.

Ominis, however, wasn't met with the expected sensation of a bra strap along your shoulders. Instead, he found himself intrigued, his fingers tracing down your collarbone until they reached the supple, sensitive flesh at the curve of your breast. His feather-light touch sent a cascade of goosebumps dancing across your skin, eliciting a subtle sigh of approval from your parted lips. His large hands then enveloped your breast, gently squeezing and kneading without hesitation.

Your eyes locked onto his almost devious grin. You unhooked your fingers from under his trousers and smoothly shimmied the rest of your blouse off, your gaze then moving toward his buttoned shirt, relinquishing it’s hold. You pushed open the flaps of his shirt, your eyes feasting on the sight of his well-formed figure. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the dots that adorned his pale flesh in a playful zigzag pattern until they reached his hip. He was truly a vision of beauty, and in this moment, you couldn't fathom how he could doubt your desire for him over anyone else, even Sebastian.

"Ominis… I want you," you whispered, the words dripping with desire.

"Then take me," he dared, his expression sweet and inviting, in stark contrast to everything below.

Your cheeks blazed with a deep, rosy hue as you bit into your cheek, his words leaving you breathless with desire. With a sultry grace, you lifted yourself onto your knees, your hands working deftly to tug down his trousers and briefs just enough to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. It was much larger than you had imagined when you were grinding against him, and the sight left you speechless. Even his length was adorned with a scattering of freckles.

His hands, warm and tender, snaked up your thighs, just under your skirt, cradling them with a gentle hold. He showed incredible patience, letting you take your time and go at your own pace. You reached below you, your fingers curling around the soaked fabric that clung to your heated flesh. Pulling them aside, you wrapped your fingers around his base, slowly lowering yourself onto him.

The pink crown of his arousal glistened with pre-cum, slipping between your slick folds as you guided him into your eager core. His length squeezed into you inch by inch, eliciting a joined shudder. Ominis tightened his grip around your thighs as he felt your cunt slowly enveloping his length, drawing him deeper inside you. A hushed wince escaped your lips as he pushed you firmly against his hips.

A low, guttural curse slipped from Ominis’ tongue, the agonizing sensation of your tight cunt gripping around his cock with raw hunger.

With slow, deliberate movements, you took control, lifting your hips and sensually lowering yourself onto him, savoring every inch of his throbbing desire as it filled you completely. Finding a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies. Ominis' hands ventured further under your skirt, his fingers clasping possessively around your hips, pressing deeply into your skin as you surrendered yourself to the veil of desire.

The sensation of his pulsating cock reaching deep within you, hitting the depths of your cunt and clenching around his cock in a strangling hold. It was everything he had ever fantasized about. The tantalizing stride and rolls of your hips, the softness and warmth of your skin touching his. The labored breaths and sweet moans he elicited out of you, it felt so fucking good.

The way you rolled your hips and took his cock like it was meant for you. How your body trembled every time he hit that sensitive spot. The desperate moans escaping your lips as he started to force your movements quicker by your hips. It drove him mad, mad for you. He craved more, wanting to hear those pretty little lips of yours gasp and scream his name, and he knew exactly how to make that happen.

With a firm grip around your hips, he easily maneuvered, rolling you onto your back and positioning himself over you. With one hand supporting his weight, his other guided the underside of your thigh until it was pressed against your side.

"Ominis, wai—"

He silenced your protests with a deep, penetrating thrust that sent a loud moan spilling from your lips. His nails dug into the soft flesh of your thigh as a sly grin curled at the corners of his lips. Your slick cunt tightened around his cock as he continued with long, measured strides in and out of your slick heat, drawing a soft yelp from the depths of your throat. Your hand clutched around his forearm, anchoring yourself as he quickened his pace.

"Ah, fuck..." you winced, furrowing your brows in pleasure as he drove into you relentlessly.

A deep, guttural groan reverberated within his throat as he reveled in the tightness of your cunt. He shifted his hand from your thigh to support his weight against the desk, looming over you with a demeanor that made you feel small and trapped beneath his towering figure.

He may be blind, but Ominis was attuned to your every desire, intimately aware of what turned you on. A sly grin danced along his lips as he continued his relentless thrusts, each one hitting that sweet spot that drove you mad.

He swooped down, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his labored breaths crashed against your skin. The sweet sound of your whimpers riled something familiar within him. "You like that?" he growled against your neck.

You gasped, your nails digging into his forearm as your body shuddered from his words. A subtle sneer lathered your tender neck with hungry kisses and soft bites.

His lips trailed sensuously along your neck, planting soft, teasing kisses against your earlobe. “I know you like this,” he grunted, his hips driving into you with hard, measured thrusts that left you gasping with desperate approval. The needy whines that escaped your lips were all the affirmation he needed. His tongue traced the contours of your ear, soft nips and low growls that sent shivers down your spine.

"Oh fuck, Ominis..." you pleaded, gasping for air as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“You’re so tight…” he snarled, his voice thick with desire, peppering your ear and neck with a trail of hungry kisses and licks. His pace slowed into long, tantalizing strides, all the while bearing knowing smile.

"Ominis, please..." you whimpered softly, your nails digging further into his skin.

"Please, what?" His voice shuddered, sinking his teeth into your neck as he maintained his steady pace.

"Oh, fuck… please—"

He hummed against your skin, seemingly oblivious to your intent, relishing in the sweet desperation of your trembling voice.

"Please… fuck me harder," you exasperated, writhing beneath him.

He gripped your hip in place, preventing your movements as he continued with his slow, ruthless strides.

"What’s my name," he demanded, his voice a heated whisper against your ear.

You panted heavily, your thighs trembling at his hips, your voice a sultry plea, “Fuck me harder, Ominis…” Before you could finish the rest of his name, he slammed his hips into you with a hungry growl against your ear. You bucked your hips with an arch of your back, eliciting a yelp that echoed within the halls of the castle.

“Good girl,” he whispered, sending an intoxicating blaze of fire coursing through your body. With every forceful thrust, a torrent of pleasure surged within you, an unrelenting tempest that threatened to consume your very being. A knot of insatiable desire coiled deep within your midriff, pulling tighter with each invasion of his hips.

Sweat glistened across your entwined bodies, his movements a fevered dance of untamed lust and longing. Your nails etched fiery trails along Ominis’ back, branding him with your passion. The pain that etched along his back soon became pleasure as he lost full control of himself. The classroom echoed with a crescendo of fervent gasps and uninhibited moans.

As he surrendered to his primal desires, his voice became a sultry serenade, a soft trail of parseltongue with unbridled lust slipping from his lips like a seductive spell. He teetered on the precipice of release, the moment of climax drawing tantalizingly near with each scorching thrust.

His head hangs low, driven by an insatiable need as he plunges deep into you, his hips etching a delicious soreness into your supple flesh. Your thighs trembled against his hips, helpless to resist the throbbing sensation as he fills your needy little cunt to the brim, spewing threads of his warm, sticky desire that claimed you as his.

Exasperated curses punctuated the air, escaping your lips as your body contracts beneath his rigid thrusts. Your back arches with a deep curve, your hips locked in a drunken lust as he fills you to the rim. Ominis hovers above you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, his thoughts lost in the intoxicating haze of euphoria.

A heated warmth seeps from your defiled cunt, dribbling sensuously against the smooth wooden desk beneath you. Ominis, with a heavy and contented sigh, begins to slowly withdraw, his cock sliding out with a wet, suctioning noise that lingers in the air.

You gaze at him through half-lidded lashes, your face carrying the unmistakable weight of exhaustion, each breath labored with fire. Ominis' well-satisfied cock twitches, strings of cum dripping from his tip.

With an almost inconceivable smirk, Ominis runs his fingers through his tousled hair, his freckled cheeks flushed from exertion. “You’re mine, you know that?” He said softly, delicate beads of sweat tracing along the contours of his midriff, a captivating sight only for you to see.

You nodded obediently, with a soft, weary sigh, “I’m yours.”

He left you utterly spent, your body feeling heavy against the wooden desk. Your legs remained parted, trembling from the aftermath, as you struggled to catch your breath, your mind remained shrouded in a tantalizing fog of lingering lust.

“Ominis…” your voice wavered, still carrying the heat of the fervent moment.

A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips as he gazed at you with desire-fueled hunger. “Round two?” His suggestion hung in the air, a tempting invitation to plunge back into the depths of pleasure once more.

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roseblancheenfleurs · 1 year ago

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Untold Story Of Magic ✨

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Nsfw Content, Slight Degradation, later aged characters, fanfiction, toxic, rivals to lovers to enemies to spouses 😌,Muggle insult, cursing by underage etc.

"Stop it sneaky snake" You frustratingly call out the black haired boy who has snatched away your notebook. Now reading all your doodles on the back side with a sly smirk as he has a bunch of secrets in his hands.

He didn't seemed to respond to your insult.

"Thomas Marvolo Riddle" You called out the future dark lord , your rival.

You are Y/n S/n , a student at the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. You are muggle quite a special afterall the sorting hat asked you to choose your own House from Slytherin and Gryffindor because you were both truthful and loyal with high ambitions with necessary scheming.

Wanting to preserve the name of your very past ancestor Godric Gryffindor, you choose the house of the lion throwing major insult to the half blood and pure blood of the Slytherin (as if there were so willing to accept a muggle 🙂).

This made you a respected figure in the Gryffindor house and also earned you a major rival Tom Marvolo Riddle, the direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the future dark lord.

Both of you have been for every single thing . From the last cup of butter beer to the first position at the end of the session.

Like two poles of earth have the climate in common similarly you two also had a habit of sneaking into the library. But unaware of each other until the Sunday night 6 months ago.

"Is the coast clear, Puchi?" You whispered to your pet cat who has the major responsibility of accompanying you everywhere even washroom.

"Meow", the furry creature run through the corridor to the library door.

And you followed with dangling lantern flickering in your hand.

Even though having special permission from Headmaster Dippet, you were advised to go their secretly for the other students to not to break the curfew protocol.

You reached the door where you cat waited for you to open the door and she would feast on some mices.

You twisted the knob and was about to open the door a hand stopped doing so by helding your hand. Like brave lion you didn't screamed instead gripped your wand to obliviate the sudden intruder. You turned back only to feel someone's lips on yours.

It's Tom standing behind and you kissed him.

"WTF" you both cursed rubbing your lips harshly.

Congrats you have kissed you rival.

Also your blood enemy. 🤣

And from that possibly the doom started (For you specially). Having very conservative thoughts Tom was persistent about marrying you as you took his first kiss.

"But we are freaking kids 🙂" You were so done and had enough of this rascal pestering you having a good talk to boys around you, stalking you, stealing your quils and handkerchief (literally you mother is scolding you why you needed 50 handkerchiefs in less than a month).

Born from the affects of amortenia, The way of confessing is a bit different from others. Teasing, ruining your drawings, sneaking wrong ingredient in the potion and many more if someone else was in your place they would have been leave Hogwarts days ago because of the extreme level of torturing.

To his teasing you gave savage answers, restored you hard work by magic spells, adding the neutralizing ingredient to the potion to save progress.

It went well, you loved this challenges.

Until one day you found Tom bullying your childhood male best friend and you slapped him across the face which echoed through the whole hall. Everyone will fear stared at Tom who grabbed your wrist thinking he would twist it painfully only to see him placing a kiss on the back. Rubbing it on his wounded cheek.

"You hands are so soft just as I imagined" he said like a professional creep.

"It's enough I wanna go home" That's your only thought. You later confronted him in the library .

"What do you want, Riddle?"

"You"

SMACK!

You smacked him across the face.

"Date me"

If it saved your friend from his hand that's what you did .

Breaking News!

The world is on the verge of End Tom and Y/n are dating.

It was printed on the monthly magazine of Hogwarts containing important updates.

Even professors were shocked seeing Tom apologizing to your friend in the hall full of students.

At first you were cold to him but due to gentleman gestures it didn't take long for you to fall for him.

He was already madly in love with you.

Every secret... his world domination plan, The story of his heartless birth father and incompetent mother everything he told you. You didn't supported the plan of his word domination but he was persistent that he would dominate the world and you would be his lady, The lady of the great dark lord. He reasoned that in that position you could get everything you wish for but all in vain.

"Damn it why would you take to support our love?" He yelled.

That day you were already in a bad mood, Extra classes, extra homework didn't got enough sleep last night accompanied by the depressing period hormones.

"Let's break up" and you walked away that was the last time you saw Tom.

It's like he never existed, you graduated from Hogwarts with flying colours.

From a muggle to a powerful and prestigious witch .

You had a great contribution to the magic world numerous effective and easy spells.

New books, new wand cores, there wasn't a single field left.

Sucess fame and fortune you earned it all.

But it was too tiring.

You moved to a deep forest away from human civilization with your parents and cat.

Deep inside the jungle you constructed a luxurious castle to lavishly spend the rest of your days.

Chirp!

Chirp! Chirp!

Two sparrows are playing on the balcony railing.

Wind blows fluttering the curtains revealing a figure sitting on the whitewood table designing a new magical device.

It's You, The powerful muggle witch currently 53 years old.

Hoooo! A messenger owl comes to deliver you the latest daily prophet .

You leave the rest of your work taking a short break keeping yourself updated for the new world.

The first two headlines that caught your eyes

Lily And James Potter Found Dead!

Sirius Black,The Traitor.

#voldemort #lord voldemort #voldemort x reader #gryffindor reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #immortality #magic #harry potter #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #yandere #tom riddle x reader #yandere tom riddle

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eraofkalki · 9 months ago

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Well what a wonderful thing to wake up to so. . .

Alright. This man. This silly sorcerer that has resonated with me since the start of the game and that obsession nearly doubled down when Nightbringer came out.

He's one of the more multifaceted among the characters. Cunning and wise yet sly and playful, always putting on a smile or that near-sarcastic frown when things don't go as he pleases. Look not saying that the others aren't as interesting—we'd have plenty of room to argue—though I believe that Solomon reigns supreme as being one of the most interesting characters to write for.

How come?

Well. . . a lot could happen.

You may be given a hypothetical scenario: think specific like running away in a getaway car after spending all your money at a casino, or browsing the atlas hidden in the depths of the library as your first date. When you picture those, you may think of let's say Mammon or Satan, or whoever you think would absolutely fit the vibe.

Here's the thing: while you may let any character have their moment with these given prompts, there's no deny that- "hey. wtf. these can apply to Solomon."

It's just.

Wow.

He's not necessarily a one-size-fits-all character, but his personality and dialogue alone quickly layouts millions of possibilities for whatever his character has going for. And that is not yet mentioning his serious moments. Or so his mysterious past as people continue on to speculate about it.

He's so tragedy coded that it's not even funny. Silly man with a dark bloody past?

Which brings to another point- while of course he is a silly ass sorcerer trickster to an extent: when he's serious, he's absolutely fucking serious. <- this person is partly tired when anyone excuses a character's carelessness and naivety due to their trickster persona. And this is not one time as well- Solomon is half to fully serious in his words. While he says it in playful banter, it's the full truth.

And this isn't even adding the fact that man is a fucking simp. Knees on the grown, head hung low, kissing the ground you grace your presence with type of devotion. The embodiment of a starstruck lover, from less likely friends to unlikely partners. At first I was skeptical when people gush over how "domestic" Solomon acts in OM:NB but- man. I got hooked into the bandwagon and now another white-haired guy has me by the neck and heel.

This is mostly how I base my take on his character when writing anything with him: given the information just as dialogue and lore tidbits. It absolutely doesn't help that Moni over here reminds me of my first lo—

That's all for now, hehe!! I have a lot more to say about this guy buuut, that's for a later time :))

i think the multifaceted nature is exactly the most interesting part about him. i sometimes think that there could be any situation in the game and the devs could make solomon react in multiple ways, and i could still be like "oh yeah that makes sense for him to say that/do that" for all of them (not like every single possible situation but you get what i mean i hope). because. he's like that.

his sincerity is one of the traits i admire the most about him. yes, he tends to wave off more personal questions but i don't think that he's any less sincere or honest about the things he does express just because he's reluctant to divulge too much about himself (the mystery makes him hotter hello)

also is it just me or i have these random moments of realising that this guy's like. insane. and he's toning it down by alot. you could write a list of insane shit he's done and stare in awe at how insane the shit he's done is but like. he acts like this guy. this silly little guy who happens to be crazy powerful but then u realise that he's CRAZY powerful and he could be so much more...harmful and sinister if he wants to be. i know this applies to the others too but like, it's just more interesting for him (AND simeon, they're just two Guys who i think are Actually OP) than for others because it's already like known?? for others?? ig? like, it's sort of ingrained in us but when it's him you just have these lil moments of wait woah yeah

idk what im saying im half asleep

and all that + how he's fully, desperately, madly whipped for mc. he'll give them the universe if they ask for a star but this mf will stay on the sidelines because "oh i don't want to interr-" shut up you soggy waffle ive been waiting with your ring for the past 4 hours and my hands hurt

anyways

everyone live laugh and solomon

#thank you very much #also first love??? 🤨 do guys like that even exist #i am fed #i mean the hunger for solomon never dies but #good job #interconnectedmatrix ♡#obey me solomon #obey me #vee chats #vee rants

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otakween · 10 months ago

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Digimon Data Squad (Savers) - Episode 1

^Me watching Digimon Savers

(Just kidding! I'll give it a chance...)

I knew absolutely nothing about Frontier and I know absolutely nothing about Savers either. Never heard a single human being talk about it except for at a Digimon panel I went to in the spring where the panelist pointed out Agumon's ugly redesign. It already has a very different vibe that will take some adjusting too. It reminds me slightly of the Digimon World 2 setting where the protagonists work for an organization/agency. The obvious thing is that we're working with older characters too, which I've expressed wanting to see in the past. Let's see where this goes!

Notes:

Like I said, I'm not writing this show off, but this pilot really didn't impress me...like at all. The animation quality seemed pretty low for a pilot with some off model moments and reused animation. Agumon is so ugly I find him hard to look at (it looks like his eyes are in the wrong place in some moments?). Some of the voice acting felt off and I didn't like either opening (though I need to hear them a few more times maybe). The writing was rushed, confusing and weird. Most of my confusion is with Masaru. He didn't know what digimon were but barely reacts when he sees a bunch of them? Why was he randomly fighting an Agumon? I can wait for these answers, but this first episode left me feeling disoriented. As with all digimon series I want them to establish the role digimon play in this world and how many people are aware of their existence.

Now for some positives. I like the designs for the male/female leads. They're simple, but very distinct/memorable. And wait a minute...A PROTAG WITHOUT GOGGLES!?!? Quick, alert the presses!! Masaru's pretty attractive (but also 14 lol). Until I did some googling I actually thought these characters were young adults. You can really never tell with anime...

Dub names are Marcus and Yoshi. I think they did a good job picking those (although of course Masaru would have been fine lol). Yoshi is really cute as a nickname.

The "REALIZE!" thingy is fun. Love a good catchphrase to shout.

I couldn't find this show in good quality anywhere. I just ordered the DVD from the library though, so hopefully I can get that soon.

All newly introduced digimon have been underwhelming/ugly.

Random old fisherman dude was a wtf moment.

Not sure why we needed yet another Greymon variant that barely looks any different from the OG. That was an eye roll moment for me.

Looks like the cast will be small again this time. Trying to recapture the Tamers magic, maybe?

Commander dude looks like he escaped from a Gundam show

It's a relief to be back to digimon-human partnerships but Masaru fights digimon directly too? I wonder if that dynamic will keep going or if he'll rely more on Agumon moving forward.

#digimon savers #digimon data squad #anime #digimon

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fleshengine · 7 months ago

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Oh I’m actually crazy aren’t I? I remembered something I wrote a couple days ago that I wanted to build off of for this assignment. But I couldn’t find it easily. So I… logged into tumblr on the library computer, hyperscrolled through the past four days of my blog’s text posts, and then ctrl+f’d a keyword I knew was in it. Worked like a charm but also wtf is wrong with me.

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curls-cat · 4 months ago

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copy and pasting-- tagged by @beneficialfondue

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

Stars by Fun, Fourth of July by Fall Out Boy, One Foot, also by Fun (they have one album wtf), Is Das Gut by Rammstein (I should delete them I have heard they're kinda... nazi-ish), the next one was actually a download of a podfic so we're not gonna count that, so we end on Dear Maria Count Me In by All Time Low.

tagging @birdlit @plum--pudding-blog and @sd1d-enthusiast

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fictionfixations · 8 months ago

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This is so off topic but i really want to write a time travel fic of someone twst. Like an actual multichapter one not just the oneshot with silver and sebbie (and yuu) I blame the actual sebek time travel fic i read before i made it to book 7 And i blame the fact i had a dream where sebek had time traveled and like he was doing stuff to undo things and he got caught and they were waiting for him to explain and it was tense and somehow he ended up pretending to be asleep to get out of it and also did i forget to mention that I was sebek and it felt so real that for a few minutes i was just sitting there in bed still pretending to be asleep waiting for someone to leave and then slowly was trying to think like ‘..this doesnt feel like–’ cause sebek was like leaning on lilia’s shoulder ????? or something like that and i realized WAIT that was just a DREAM

Its wild. Like. there was this person who was like trying to get sebbie to stop threateningly like ‘i have a criminal record’ and he kept repeating it and its just aAAA (as in they arent afraid to get violent D:) IDK it felt like there was like some war going on in the background with lilia and malleus and some horrible thing was going to happen that sebek wanted to stop

And so it was in the library with something something secret passage that led to like 3 glowing blue balls (HAHA BALLS) on top of like a cushion in a box and i cant remember wtf they did just that they were important. I cant remember if it was a bad thing or not. I think that probably came from LoCF influence cause of the thing in the library crossman curse thingy whatever i forgot

But so it was really nerve wracking.

And i remember reading this fic with general lilia having a twin and it was started because the person writing it had dreams of it. And i was like woah thats cool. I dont think id have dreams like that but id like to.

HAHA i jinxed myself like months later cause wtf it felt weirdly real even though its nothing like my irl life. Like usually i get tricked because its taking place in locations ive been to before (i once had a dream i had a cat and i felt so sad because i didnt have one irl) but NOPE

Anyway idk where silver was but it was strongly implied that it was in the past past like general lilia type past except malleus existed then too

Idk why sebek was there (or why i was sebek ??? i think i just got huge brainrot rfom that sebek time travel fic tbh)

but so . i was so hesitant to say something about it bc idk it felt weird so i sat on this for 4 days but weirdly enough i still remember a good chunk of it like the many details i just didnt write down originally

..i feel like this is a sign i should write it. i just wish i knew what the balls were for 💀. i mean i think it was bad because the library was implied to be like in like their home or base right?? and he was trying to take it away. but he was gonna touch it with his bare hand idk dream logic causing dumb shit im pretty sure they're magical balls.

anyway i cant remember if he managed to get them or if he got caught or how?? did he get caught in the act? i mean how else would they be suspicious???

in the first place why are they not suspicious of him being there

did he somehow bullshit his way in there

like okay JP spoilers (i think it'll appear in the NEXT main story update on EN)

like how he was like describing to baur his grandpa (who is baur btw but baur doesnt know it i dont think?) and like how hes half fae and baur acknowledging him as one of them and is like 'well for all i know you could be a zigvolt' and like being accepting and its just like shfuisdhfuisehdij

but so anyway that worked so idk maybe it works for them. idfk what excuse he made up

aughhhh why do i have to have brainrot over this when im trying to write something else tho

#dream #dream journal #twst #twisted wonderland #thoughts #twst wonderland #twst book 7 #time travel #time travel au #sebek zigvolt

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duckprintspress · 9 months ago

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Alright, I know there are four days left of summer technically, but looking at what I have left and what I expect to read in the next few days, I don't expect to finish any more squares, so here we are: my @queerliblib Mega-Queer Summer Reading Bingo Card! I got two bingos total - top row and one diagonal.

Genre fiction: Blackwater by Jeannette Arroyo and Ren Graham

Coming of age: Sunhead by Alex Assan

Comfort Read: Thousand Autumns vol. 5 by Meng Xi Shi

Comic, Manga, or Graphic Novel: Blue Flag vol. 2 by Kaito

Memoir: Out of Left Field by Jonah Newman

Poetry: blank

Queer pulp fiction: blank

Short Story Anthology: Many Hands: An Anthology of Polyamorous Erotica (I'm the editor so of course I read it!)

Print and post QLL fliers: I DID THIS! I printed out four quarter-sheets and last time I went to the library I asked them to put it on the board. I've got three more quarter-sheets and I'll be asking as I go to other branches, too.

Main character shares your identity: I Want to Be a Wall vol. 3 by Honami Shirono

Stonewall Award winner or nominee: blank

Format swap! Fine by Rhea Ewing (I usually read fiction, this is non-fiction, I hope that counts...)

Free space: Snapdragon by Kat Leyh

Indigenous author: blank (to the best of my knowledge none were by indigenous authors but it's also not something I usually check)

QLL book rec: blank (though again, I didn't actually check, oops)

Queer non-fiction: The Secret to Superhuman Strength by Alison Bechdel

Main character doesn't share your identity: Silent Hearts vol. 1 by Jing Shui Bian

Lambda Award winner or nominee: blank

Set in the past: For the Love of God, Marie! by Jade Sarson

Queer picture book: Wolfpitch by Balazs Lorinczi (do YA graphic novels count as picture books? oh well.)

Queer book in translation: Blue Flag vol. 4 by Kaito

Do a subject search for a book: At 30, I Realized I Had No Gender by Shou Arai

Queer classic: blank

Book with a protagonist older than 40: Guardian vol. 3 by priest (he's like. 10,000 years old.)

Set in the future: blank (amazingly, I've read like no sci-fi this summer?? wtf????)

This was a fun challenge, thanks Queer Liberation Library for hosting it!!

(are y'all in the US? have you signed up to access the QLL through Libby yet? because you should - check it out here.)

#unforth reads #queer liberation library #qll

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fluffythevixen · 12 days ago

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So, as of a few days ago my wife and I are through the main route of the new deltarune chapters.

Everything that follows is spoilers, only warning.

We haven’t done everything, notably weird route, and we haven’t managed to beat the knight (although Sharky did look up what happens). And main reactions:

- holy fuck

- tenna is peak and we’ve been doing the dances randomly for days. I miss him

- gerson is the coolest motherfucker and I love his whole thing

- sharky and I have just been saying “your taking too long IS TAKING TOO LONG” constantly. That fight was genuinely the most entrertaining five minutes I’ve ever spent playing a video game. 10 out of fucking 10

Anyway I wanted to dump some thoughts of mine. This is going to be my main theories after a couple of days of thinking on it, as I’m going to stop blocking out the internet tomorrow. I’ll follow uo with other little tidbits, and keep using this to dump thoughts as I go fucking insane over the next few weeks/months.

Main theory stuff

So, the knight. Those are 100% fucking antlers huh?

Sharky and I went back and forth on whether it’s carol or dess, but after thinking on it I feel pretty strongly it’s Dess. The dark world in the shelter gives a neat explanation of what happened to her, and considering cyber world was made in broad daylight, it seems unlikely the mayor wandered into the library without anyone taking notice. But the bigger thing imo is Kris.

Stepping back a bit, regardless of identity, the knight is clearly in league with kris. When at the end of ch 4, they won’t let you open the closet that the knight would have to be in. And fighting the knight in ch 3, as long as they aren’t the last standing, kris does half the damage of the others. And following undertale’s logic, that suggests the knight is someone they care for, so dess herself rather than her mother.

Now granted, it seems that kris’s phone calls are to carol, but to me that just suggests they’re all working together. My guess then is that whatever kris has promised, entails helping dess somehow.

I’ve also been thinking about what the end of the prophecy is. I dont think it is that they destroy castle town or something like that, bc it ends by saying this is how the worlds are saved, which makes it sound like the dark world will still be around. And its not any of the party dying bc susie says each of us “wouldnt let it happen”and itd be weird to phrase it like that if that was the case. Whatever it is, however, got to her so bad that she skipped right past anger to utter disbelief, which means ot has to be really bad. So as much as I hope it doesnt turn out this way, I think the prophecy is that noelle has to die.

Aside from the fact that the holidays are very clearly wrapped up in this either way, theres a couple of things that sort’ve align with this in my head. Firstly, in ralsei’s version of the prophecy, the three heros have to "banish the angel’s heaven" which seemed like a weird phrase this entire time, but I think given the developments here that regardless of route, noelle is a central piece of the coming cataclysm, and so the only way to stop it may be to stop her in some sense. But the other thing that compells me more is thinking about the knight’s motivations

Thats the other thing my mind’s been caught on. We dont have a great grasp of its goals right now, but we've seen a bit now to make some guesses with. Firstly, clearly it needs something with toriel, and seemingly undyne as well. From that phone call kris had, undyne’s going to be sacrificed at some point, so I think a reasonable guess is that the knight needs certain people for some purpose. Chapter 4 was specifically to get toriel, and given kris is in line with the knight, chapter 3 was as well, and thats why kris left the door open. But this has called into question wtf the knight was doing in the first two chapters. I need to review king’s dialogue, but I can kind of hand wave ch 1 as another attempt to get toriel that didnt pan out. But chapter 2 is really interesting, bc theres no chance that was for toriel or undyne, so there has to have been another motivation. Queen’s goal of expanding the world would’ve brought on the roaring, sure, but I think if it was that easy the knight would run around making fountains and be done with it. So theres more to it than that, and I dont think queens half baked plan was the point. Rather, regardless of route, queen wants to get noelle so she can care for her and use her as a weapon.

And I think *THAT* is why chapter 2 went like it did. The only other lightners to get caught in fountains were ones the knight needs something from, and I think what it needed from noelle was for her to have the experience of ch 2, rather than to grab her like the others.

And berdly was there too :)

But seriously, I think that whatever grand thing the knight and co are up to, noelle is an unknowing and key participant in it, and in the end the only way to stop them per the prophecy is to take her out of the equation. Now that said I dont think that will actually happen, but that might just be cope lol

Anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk

#i’m sure i’ll have more to say after reviewing dialogue #don’t worry :)#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #asking my gf if she was ready folks #then pointing at the camera and shouting #its tv time!!#still the funniest fucking thing

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wordarttmn · 2 months ago

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Omori Observations 9

I hope i’ll have more time to play today. i’ll also be avoiding bullet lists because they’re harder to copy paste

So here’s something surprising i found out today:

Omori can be used with a touchscreen

Not with a mouse, but touchscreens are fine

Also, Hero’s defense stats are starting to be really high. The game mechanics are 100% used for storytelling and i will expand on that much later but yeah hero being a highly defensive character doesn’t surprise me.

I really like the omori tagged kel picture. Kel is comparing sizes, blatantly cheating (like most kids who compare sizes), and either omori has noticed what’s going on,

or he’s like me and doesn’t even know what Kel is doing because he’s never seen a kid compare sizes and not cheat, so much that he’s unsure what comparing sizes is even supposed to be about.

Also Omori was a (relatively) tall kid.

Just passed level 10 which means i learnt so many new skills

Using them right now would feel like cheating ngl, and so does the fact that using the touchscreen allows you to skip so many steps in the navigation. You can just effortlessly go from point A to point B without having to figure out how for example

I am intrigued by the lots of cardboard boxes, also put a pin in that closet to the left

Pretty sure there are people living in these tunnels?

The cars… the hats…

Yeah all of these things are there for a reason

And here the disposal of stuff is clever.

I need to lead with Omori to cut those traffic cones,

Then switch to Aubrey to smash the block,

And then notice the D is now blurry.

And the D isn’t even an important letter. But it draws subtle attention to the fact that those letters aren’t just a minigame, they’re important to Omori specifically, and the others can’t see them.

Also it draws attention to the letter we didn’t see yet, possibly the most crucial letter in the hangman.

I like the bread-based descriptions

Time to introduce Hero’s other skill:

His hamster summoning skill

Most people do not figure out how to use it again, but it will turn out to be relevant again in the future. Basically hero’s deal is that he is already beloved by nearly other NPC for various reasons, and they’ll give him free stuff.

Everyone, this is EMILY the hamster, but I just call her Emergency Medical Services

Also Rosa was looking at us perplexed the whole time.

Enter Stardust Dusting. it’s Stardust Diving, but sped up.

Luckily for the rosa chase, i’ve found out how to cheat by using my pc’s touchscreen

Wtf she strong

Interestingly i cannot have a picnic with her right now

let’s go to the joke that makes the least sense to me in this entire game

What are we fighting? Is it a windows XP expy? Is it a virus? I guess it’s a virus

Is it just any download window? Why does it start at 99%?

I really think it’s a virus. The way it crashes and burns makes me think of something like goggle.com

The achievement is called alt+f4. now you’re just saying stuff.

This feels like average middle school computer library jokes the way it doesn’t make sense

Hero is the only one unsure of what just happened. Because he’s the most aware of the discontinuity of his experiences.

However I should have put more of a pin into the way that the breakup is talked about. Because that will be relevant.

Also good thing i backtracked because i just found some very useful items and skills that i wouldn’t have found otherwise

This is funny.

Also Otherworld is starting to feel too easy. Good thing i’m almost done with it.

Snaley died fo the first time.

Acting natural.

Aubrey and Kel are both touched by pluto’s speech. Hero does NOT get it.

Native english speakers, are these words rare? They are common in french but i’ve rarely seen them used in english

Kel’s piano version of GOLDENVENGEANCE plays.

Okay, real question: who is daisy?

I don’t have any good theories on that

I really like that with my new headphones i can actually hear the bass

Time to go to the frozen lake!

i’m sorry what

Snow Forest - A Single Flower Blooms is the snow area soundtrack. It definitely does sound like it means everything, but also includes the Trees… leitmotif

What is Hero talking to Aubrey about? Omori’s just laying back

Found

A crab

A boot

Nuclear waste

An orange

A vending machine

An octopus!

Kel restless legs

This might be relevant

I don’t know what either shaved ice or snow cones are. Are they, like, kinds of ice cream?

White Surf Style 6 is the upbeat battle theme version of the previous song, and it has a fun melody in the bridge.

So… the word colony has had many different senses over time. Marselha has been called a phocæan colony and a roman colony and an armenian colony and none of these are the same sense as the one in which Algeria was a french colony, which isn’t the same sense as Senegal was a french colony. Back when twitter was a good place for that i’ve had scholarly discussions with linguists about that, discussions that are now referenced in their published books which is one of the reasons why you can find me on google scholar lol.

But anyways. None of these senses are used here.

Sprout moles have colonies the way ants do. they’re insectoids in the way their society is organized, and i will elaborate on that.

I love how Hero is adapting his way to speak to the crow. How does he know which crow speaks in which register? Crow powers.

This forest is so tedious to navigate that i’m overusing the touchscreen. After all i’ve been playing for nearly two hours and need to cook myself dinner.

Okay but the bassline in Lost, then Found does something very curious and interesting near the beginning

But right now i’m going back to the vast forest for important stuff.

Even Hero’s and Aubrey’s have started dying.

that’s weird. How would he know already?

So, last time i drew attention to the fact the flower pot was hanging from outside the frame. But not to where it was hanging which is right above where basil’s head would be when sleeping

Not a good idea. But probably an idea…

I think i’ll save there though and continue tomorrow.

Tomorrow i’ll go finish a few sidequests then go fight Space Boyfriend.

#omori #omori spoilers #omori analysis

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The Library Project: Part 2

Ok so maybe I was a little ambitious to think I'd be done with the next two shelves by May. In my defense... there is no defense I literally just kept getting sidetracked by books at my library;; also I may have. Broken a few of my own rules here a Lil but it was for good reasons I promise. (Also this is my project so I can do what I want so there)

Anyways! Shelves 3 and 4 are complete, meaning this bookshelf (bar the oversized books on the top) is finished. And, bonus, every book that was loose in the living room or stacked elsewhere is now on a shelf! (excluding Nona the Ninth cause obviously she needs to be with the other two, and we're not at that shelf yet)

So, without further ado, the shelves! And again, spoilers for basically every book discussed.

As we can see, definite improvement.

The Dark is Rising Sequence by Susan Cooper: TOSS

I remember reading The Dark is Rising when I was younger, and it is an excellent spooky Christmas tale, and will is an excellent protag. However. That's book 2. The other main characters, the ones from book 1? Gods I really could not like them i found them so dull to follow. Which made their book dull. And not only are they the leads in book 1, but they show up in books 3-5 as well! As an overall story the series is very good, but i just. Can not see past them. I might get a pretty copy of The Dark is Rising at some point, since it can stand alone, but since this was a matched set, out it goes.

His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullaman: KEEP/TOSS

I love his dark materials. I love Lyra, who is such a brat yet has such a strong moral compass. I love the world building and the suspense and I absolutely adore the heartbreak of being separated by universes. Ugh so good. But. While I do love his dark materials. It's not like The Old Kingdom where I want multiple copies. I really dont need an omnibus AND a set. So I kept the omnibus and tossed the set.

Lyra's Oxford and Serpentine by Phillip Pullman: KEEP/TOSS

Two of the novellas related to his dark materials. Lyras Oxford is a nice, quick story set right after Amber Spyglass, and expands Oxford nicely, so kept that. Serpentine, however. I found to be basically pointless. It has the bare whisper of a plot, and was mainly just set dressing for a morality debate between Lyra and Pan. It wasn't what I want in a story. So tossed that out like the little poison cube it is.

The Book of Dust by Phillip Pullman: TOSS

I honestly liked La Belle Sauvage. I liked seeing where Lyras story began, and was excited by the implied fae woman and world that we encountered. I wanted to see how this beginning tied into what happened after Ambwr Spyglass. And then. I DNFed Secret Commonwealth three seperate times, at basically the same spot (This was one of the books stacked elsewhere so is not in the photo). I just. Could not see the Lyra we knew and loved in the woman we met in Commonwealth. And her constant fighting with Pan! I just had to keep checking that this was in fact the follow-up to His Dark Materials. I also found myself a little squicked out by the news that Lyra and Malcolm apparently have a relationship? He changed her fucking diapers wtf. Anyway. So yeah. Just did not enjoy it so tossed both. And ironically the next book was announced two days later. Like Pullman knew. Bastard.

The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor: TOSS

This was one of the books that really inspired me to write. When I first read it, it sucked me in and my mind was blown by the idea you could take characters made by others and play with them like dolls (hello intro to fanfic) and I just really enjoyed them. However. On reread. Gods they are terrible and just cringe. DNFed book 1 when Alyss got to London then promptly waffled over it because. It did inspire me. I had loved it. I had met the author and had it signed! But in the end, it was just gonna waste away on my shelves, taking up space. So I tossed it.

Mask of Shadows duology by Linsey Miller: KEEP

These are just a fun time. Nothing crazy, nothing groundbreaking or revolutionary, but i highly enjoy them. Plus nonbinary main which i love because representation for me. Easy keep.

The Fifth World by Rebecca Roanhorse: KEEP

I'm a sucker for stories set in Arizona/the southwest. So a magical post-apocalyptic story set on the Diné reservation is right up my alley. Ngl, I enjoyed book 2 over book 1- it had a stronger plot, and we weren't having as much moping over her demigod ex. I really hope Roanhorse writes a book 3, especially after the cliffhanger of said ex being released from his magical bonds.

Monk and Robot by Becky Chambers: KEEP

I'm usually not a cozy fantasy/sci fi reader. I tend to prefer bigger, more bombastic stories. But these really did wiggle into my brain and after finishing each I just. Sat there and stared at the wall for an hour. They are simple and yet really touch on what it means to live and be human, as cliche as that sounds. 10/10 would recommend

The Fox's Tower and other Tales by Yoon Ha Lee: TOSS

I'm a big fan of Lee's Machineries of Empire series (which is on a different shelf), so decided to try their short stories. Except. They're not short stories. They're story fragments that are all vibes no substance. Easy toss.

The Hollow Kingdom by Clare B Dunkle: TOSS

This was always a bit of a guilty pleasure read. Goblins kidnapping brides and the drama that ensues is usually not of interest to me. But the world building Dunkle did with the goblins is really unique, and reminds me of Labyrinth. But I just can't get over the time skip. We go from the wedding, to a year later, with very little insight in what happened between, which really undermines the impact of Marak's abduction and what it means for the female lead. While I enjoy the world, I just can't see rereading it within the year. So out it goes.

Life of Pi by Yann Martel: KEEP

I read Life of Pi for IB Lang-Lit in high school, and it really affected me. So much so that after my presentation on it, my teacher gave me her classroom copy. Rereading it now, it still holds up, and while I know it can be divisive, I still adore the ambiguity of which story is real, and how belief is what makes one story true over another.

Princess Academy by Shannon Hale: TOSS

This was a nostalgia book. I loved the story when I was younger, and enjoyed it now, but I couldn't see rereading it within a year. And it is one that is considered a modern classic, so I could easily get my hands on it again. With all that in mind, I am tossing it, but I do recommend reading it if you haven't.

The Golem and the Jinni/The Hidden Palace by Helene Wecker: KEEP/TOSS

Golem and the Jinni is a great story. It has a strong plot with a good conflict and excellent messaging and parallels to the immigrant experience. And I liked how the two were close friends and found their place in the community. Which leads into why I did not like The Hidden Palace (also a book from the stacks, so not in the photo). I was ok at first with the idea of the two leads in a romantic relationship, up until it turned bitter, broke up, and they promptly spent the rest of the book not speaking. It felt like a slap in the face after book 1. I also felt the new golem and female Jinni were underutilized and rather extraneous characters. The only parts i really liked were Sophie's travels, but even that was undermined by the shoehorning of historical events in. So, overall, a really not great book for me. And the more I dwell on it the more I think it would be a good book to rant post about.

Uprooted by Naomi Novik: KEEP

I love how this is both a love letter to fairy tales, but also absolutely turns them on their head. There's a dragon who steals maidens, but he's actually just a wizard in a tower. The wood is dangerous, not because there is magic or wolves, but because people have corrupted it. A prince and princess run away together, but its not a happy ever after. Just. Ugh it's such an engaging read. And I really enjoy how no character is truly good or evil- they all have a bit of both, which is refreshing.

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik: TOSS

Spinning Silver starts out so strong, it really does. But gods the middle drags. And I'm not a major fan of introducing new POVs halfway through the story, especially when they aren't differentiated so you read til you realize who's speaking and then have to backtrack to truly get the context. Like, I like POV fuckery when it advances the story, but here, it was just so frustrating. And I really think that's what made it unenjoyable for me. The story is a nice one, but i dont want to be frustrated by a book that I'm reading for pleasure.

Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman: TOSS

Even before everything came out, Gaiman wasn't a must read author for me. I like his stuff, but i didn't love it. So I just tossed this without reading it, because honestly, the story now feels a bit tainted. This is also where I broke a rule, as I skipped ahead to my paperback shelves and unhauled Stardust as well. While I liked Stardust, I actually prefer the movie version much more. The movie feels like Gaimans work via Pratchett, so maybe I'm a fan of Pratchett not Gaiman. We'll see for sure when I get to Good Omens I guess.

The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon: KEEP

You want ai gods? You want middle aged gay disasters? You want giant mechs who eat people and spit them out? You want POV fuckery to the max????? Read this gods please read this Sinai is a Lil sad immortal meow wow and I love him. I've read it twice and still dont know half of what is going on and I dont care. Emma Mieko Candon please announce the sequel already I'm beGGING-

The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie: KEEP

Ok I love recommending this to people because it really is "Hamlet retelling where the narrator is a rock" which is such an easy hook. And at the same time. It's so so good if you haven't read this either I'm begging you to because I need Ann Leckie to do more fantasy. She has very easily become a must-read author for me.

The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke

An absolute classic in the magical realism genre. It is both gentle and yet has high stakes and despite having little actual magic ( just the carousel, really) it is a magical story. It was nice to revisit this one.

Dragon Rider by Cornelia Funke: STORE

Ok new category. This was one of my all time favorites as a kid- i read it every day for over a year straight. As an adult, I do see the flaws and it has its slow moments and bits that dont age the greatest, but it still gives me warm fuzzies. As such, I'm going to put it in my book storage, which is mainly children's books that I loved too much to part with, but can't see reading as an adult.

Inkheart series by Cornelia Funke: TOSS

I remember loving Inkheart as a kid, and I enjoyed it when I read it for this project. However, I only got a chapter or two into Inkspell, and promptly went and read 2 1/2 other books. Which. Feels like solid DNF territory, even if it wasnt meant to be. It really just did not grab me.

And now. My confession. I did not read all of my nonfiction books, which is what the last section of shelf four is. As for why: I only started really reading nonfiction recently, with my revival of reading. You see, I read a lot as a kid/preteen, quite a bit as a teen, but once I hit college/my first job I just. Stopped. It was only after I started my current job 3 years ago that I really began reading in earnest again. And thats when I started nonfiction. So all of those I kept i read recently enough that I think i can make a decision off of that. I hope that makes sense. Anyways this explanation is already way too long so let's move on-

Thesaurus: TOSS

Considering our modern technology, dont really need a physical one. Plus its pretty out of date.

Sketches of Japanese Crafts by Patricia Massy: KEEP

A wonderful little reference about all of the crafts of Japan, both fantastical and every day. Massy discusses history, techniques, major areas where the craft is practiced, and provides sketches of the craft in question and sometimes the artist. I love Japanese art and craft, so this is right up my alley.

Rocks, Minerals, and Gemstones: TOSS

While I love rocks, I have only cracked this open once. It's just organized in a way that doesn't work for my information seeking.

Reading like a Writer by Francine Pose: TOSS

This was the text book for my creative writing class. While it was helpful and insightful at the time, I have no intention of ever rereading it.

The Boys in the Boat by Daniel James Brown: KEEP

I reas this after seeing the film, and, as usual, it was better than the film. Not only does it touch far more on the struggles of the rowers, but it also has a parallel storyline covering the work of the Nazi propaganda branch that is working to use the 1936 Olympics to convince the world that nothing is amiss in Germany. So while the success of the US men's eight is far greater in writing, it is more tempered by the bleak fact that the Nazi propaganda machine did its work.

Food in the Air and Space by Richard Foss: KEEP

I love food, and I love space and space travel, so this was almost written for me. It details the many trials and tribulations of making and eating food at high altitude, and the good, the bad, and the bizarre food stuffs that have been served across the decades. It's a little light, but it is quite fun. And I know there's a version for trains and one for boats, which I'd like to read at some point.

Pushing our Limits by Mark Nelson: KEEP

Biosphere 2 is one of the most incredible man-made places I've been. This book covers the events of the original experiment for which it was built, from one of the men who was there. I liked how it cut through some of the sensationalism of the press and other accounts (one of the female biospherics literally opened her book with gossip about who was banging who) and really focused on the group's experiments and challenges and how they relate to today's earth studies.

White Sands National Monument: KEEP

If Biosphere 2 is one of the most incredible man-made places I've been, White Sands is one of the most incredible natural places I've been. It is my favorite national park/monument I've been to so far, so I just to pick up the history of the park. It's a quick read, and i love all of the photos from throughout the years.

Food in History by Reay Tannahill: TOSS

A rather dry essay of food history from 10,000 feet. While it has good information, it's just not a fun read. I know that seems silly, but i read nonfiction, not just to gain information, but for enjoyment. You could have a fascinating subject (like this one), but if the writing is bad. Well. Instant snoozefest. And unfortunately, this one falls into that.

Blood, Sweat, and Chrome by Kyle Buchanan: KEEP

WITNESS!!! Ok if you love Mad Max: Fury Road you have to read this. It's a series of interviews that discusses the wild road to getting our fav film green lit, off the ground, shipped against orders to Nigeria, filmed, and released. It's a fantastic ride and I love it.

As You Wish by Cary Elwes: KEEP

Also behind the scenes movie related, As You Wish discusses the making of Princess Bride as seen by Cary Elwes. He's a very good narrator with the right mix of silly and soft and poignant. A good look at behind the curtain of one of the great cult classics.

Book and Dagger by Elyse Graham: KEEP

Ok this was one of the books i just received for my birthday, but i had previously gotten it out from the library. It covers the very start of American spywork during WW2 and how the greatest spies were often librarians or book keepers or teachers. The author discusses their work, and also how that work under the Nazi regime can be related to working against totalitarian governments in our modern times.

What Einstein Told his Cook volume 1 and 2 by Robert Wolke: KEEP

Robert Wolke wrote a food science advice column for many years, and these two books are a compilation of the many answers he has given. A really really good entry to the basics of food science, I have recommended these to coworkers who found themselves being cooks without the knowledge of *why* things do what they do. There's information I knew, but far more i didn't, including the various levels of classification for processed cheese. (Its kinda gross, ngl, but fascinating)

Kimono: Fashioning Culture by Liza Dalby: KEEP

Ok cards on the table I've not read this one BUT I love kimono and this is considered one of the bibles of the history and art of kimono and its influence so getting rid of it seems so damn dumb.

English Dictionary: TOSS

The Arts of the Hausa by David Heathcote: KEEP

I bought this after finding a reference to Hausa pants in a fashion history book and I was intrigued. As an exhibit catalogue it has excellent photos of the various Hausa arts, including pants. While i have no plan at the moment to make them, I dont plan on ditching this fun little book yet.

Like the thesaurus, this has been replaced with the technology at our fingertips.

ASL Dictionary: TOSS

ASL is best learned either in person or through video. Text is ok, but a lot of nuance and specificity is lost by relying on still images. If I pick ASL up again, I'll be using video dictionaries.

German to English Dictionary: KEEP

German is my second language, and most online German 'dictionaries' are. Not good. So I feel better keeping around a solid paper one, even if I dont use it too often.

And thus we close the door on shelves 3 and 4. These were really rough- putting all my standalones and small series together was not My Best Plan. Neither was all the nonfiction together. But I do feel accomplished with everything I've let go. At this point I'm gonna take a small break, finish the rest of the books i got for birthday, and then i think ill start on the second bookshelf and shelves 5 and 6. This is mainly paperbacks and small books with several big series, so should hopefully go quite fast. After that Ill do the rest of the bookshelf, then my oversized books. And then, in the far future, I'll catelogue everything in Libib and rearrange to make better use of space. But again, that's a long fucking ways off.

Thank you once again to all who read this nonsense, I hope you enjoyed, hope you found new reads, and definitely hope i haven't ticked anyone off by slagging a favorite book.

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