#and the people who are like he’s ALREADY GONE are also nuts

[larsnicklas]

another funny thing about m.arner discourse is that one side thinks everyone hates him because they themselves feel that way (false) and the other side thinks that only weird old men hate him and everyone else thinks he’s a darling bc he’s their precious hockey blorbo (also false) and it’s just me eating popcorn as these two sides duke it out on my twt timeline

[sanaexus]

social's as kaiser's girlfriend

-liked by alexis.ness, isaichii and 124.5k others

yourusername: wow omgomg THE micheal kaiser is my gf?!?!?!

tagged: mikka.kaiser

eita.otoya: not only did you call him your gf yoi spetl his name wrong too lol ↳yoursername: BOY STFU IT WAS AUTOCORRECT ↳mikka.kaiser: wow ↳rin.itoshi: you* spelt* ↳karasu_tabito: from the "world's best striker" to "world's best typo police" such an upgrade ↳mikka.kaiser: TFYM I'M THE BEST?? ↳isaichii: ain't no way ↳mikka.kaiser: kys this message was removed for going against our community guidelines ↳isaichii: bitch square up i'll fight you this messaged was removed for going against our community guidelines ↳mikka.kaiser: fuck yourself this messaged was removed for going against our community guidelines ↳isaichii: nah but i fuck your mom this messaged was removed for going against our community guidelines ↳yourusername: THAT'S SO RUDE?? BOY STFU BFR I PULL UP AND GYN DOWN YOUR HOUSE ↳mikka.kaiser: who the FUCK KEEPS REMOVING MY MESSAGES ↳oliver.aiku: what the fuck there's a limit to reporting people each day?? ↳isaichii: IT WAS YOU??? ↳oliver.aiku: i'm js a bit silly 🎀💅

megubachi: *gasp* KAISER NOT BEING AN ASSHOLE (NOT CLICKBAIT GONE WRONG 🙀😱💯) ↳yourusername: he's a lil baby 🥺 ↳kuniisuke: if the baby was 6'0 and was a sweaty man who kicked balls around and also was kinda sorta violent ↳hiyori: JUST SAY HE PLAYED SOCCER ↳mikka.kaiser: I PLAY FOOTBALL . FOOT AND BALL. ↳shiidoryu: i can use my foot on your balls ↳sae_itoshi: who let bro cook ↳user1: HELLO?? IS SAE FINALLY GENZ-ING???

mikka.kaiser: you're so cute ↳yourusername: have i told you how perfect you are? ↳mikka.kaiser: a couple hundred times but you can go on and say it again ↳reo.miikage: oh god please don't increase his already over inflated ego ↳yourusername: didn't you have to have like a big ego to play football idk that's what that creepy tall skinny bowlcut man said think his name was jintopi or something ↳chigi.who: bro just called noel noa's rival jintopi ↳kenyu.yukimiya: ego jinpachi* close enough ↳ego.jinpachi: fuck off ↳nagi.seishiro: is he noel noa's rival or is noel noa his rival? ↳nikkoki: is he ego jinpachi because he's noel noa's rival or is he noel noa's rival because he's ego jinpachi

-liked by reo.miikage, sae_itoshi and 168.3k others

mikka.kaiser: i am gau

tagged: yourusername

julian.loki: that caption was not from michael that was y/n stealing his phone ↳yourusername: BOO HOO PARTY POOPER YOU TOLD ME IT WAS A GOOD IDEA AND THEN I GAVE YOU ROBUX TOO?? LIKE ↳julian.loki: you gotta do what you gotta do for robux mate ↳yourusername: aren't you like rich as fuck? ↳julian.loki: yes and? ↳megubachi: CAN YOU GUYS STOP USING ARI LYRICS BC APPARENTLY ITS WEIRD FOR ME TO CONTINUE THE LYRICS BUT THEN HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIKE NOT CONTINUE THEM?!?1?11 ↳chigi.who: bro had no problems so he made up his own problems

mikka.kaiser: so this was the important reason you need my phone for? ↳yourusername: i'm sorry :( ↳mikka.kaiser: cuddles can make up for it btw ↳yourusername: i'm coming ↳itoshi_sae: ON DEEZ NUTS ↳shoei_barou: what the fuck happened to him?

oliver.aiku: we got sae genz-ing and using deez nuts joke bfr gta 6 ↳yourusername: that was me i stole his phone for "important" reasons ↳nikkoki: y/n stealing everyone's phone to do the most random shi is my roman empire fr ↳yourusername: im js a girl

itoshi_sae: y/n you better fucking run. and run fast. ↳yourusername: i have balls of steel i'm not scared 😎 ↳rin.itoshi: sure you aren't ↳yourusername: rin in his mean girl asshole era 🎀💅😝 ↳isaichii: bro has been in his mean girl asshole era since forever

-liked by julian.loki, nagi.seishiro and 125.8k others

yourusername: mihya in his green flag era?

tagged: mikka.kaiser

reo.miikage: blink twice if you're being held at gun point to say that ↳yourusername: no bc he's a lil cutie patootie to me 🥺 ↳user3: y/n really said "i can change him" and fr changed him ↳yourusername: professional manifest btw

alexis.ness: picture credits for the second picture?? i nearly died bc that man was too busy admiring you?? ↳yourusername: bro i just wanted to see where my fry fell ↳alexis.ness: my fries* not only did you lose my fry you made me nearly lose my life too ↳yourusername: mb bro

shiidoryu: @/rin.itoshi @/itoshi_sae why don't you two look at me like that 💔💔 ↳rin.itoshi: fuck off i'd rather suck isagi's dick ↳isaichii: come over bae 🥰 ↳rin.itoshi: fuck off ↳itoshi_sae: go bother rin he's in your team anw ↳rin.itoshi: correction he's in my team i'm not in his team

mikka.kaiser: pretty ↳yourusername: you're prettier ↳mikka.kaiser: no you ↳kuniisuke: let me be single in peace the fuck? ↳chigi.who: you have have me ↳kuniisuke: 🎀🎀

megubachi: kunigami using emojis 🙀🙀

isaichii: honestly i didn't even know kaiser could tie laces, i thought ness js did it for him ↳yourusername: funfact most of the time i tie his laces or he wears shoes ↳mikka.kaiser: THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET?? BYE ↳mikka.kaiser: 💔💔

I KNOW I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO REO FIRST ND CHIGIRI FIRST BUT DON'T BLAME ME

hope the kaiser simps enjoyed stay strong yall

[kryannoy]

you're so calm. you're only feral when you're fighting and . . . y'know

DAY 4 | OCTOBER 14 | PUBLIC SEX

genre: nsfw, smut character: dom!megumi x sub!reader summary: doing the deed outside and almost getting caught warnings: public sex, brat taming, cockstepping, unprotected sex, degradation (use of slut), exhibitionism

He never thought shoving his cock into you outside the house would ever cross his mind, nor even cross off his checklist. Never did you, but it did. You can thank yourself for this.

All you wanted to do was rile him up so he can slam you to a wall as soon as you guys got home but you didn't think he wouldn't wait. He's always been patient so you intended it as a joke.

But yes, now is not a joke anymore with him deep inside your hole in an alley that you're pretty sure passersby can watch the show you guys are putting on.

In a restaurant, you accidently brushed your feet to his crotch when you were adjusting your position. And his reaction did not go unnoticed in your eyes. Your devilish smirk is hidden as your feet crawls up his shin to his thigh. He smacked you away with a glaring look, telling you to behave. But of course you don't listen. You continue rubbing his cock under the table and he's trying his best to keep in his moans, only having to fake cough for coverup. His blush was noticeable, though. His hands flailing to make you stop and his eyes sending death glares. However, all of that went over your head, thinking that he won't do such things in public so you have to wait at home.

After dinner, instead of making your way to both of your car, Megumi pulled you in the alleyway next to the restaurant. The thing is, it's a one way window glass--you can see the people inside but they can't see the outside.

"You wanted to act like slut, huh? Well, I'll treat you like one. Don't worry." His pants are down and your dress is hiked up to your hips. Your panties are long gone in his pocket. He maneuvered you to the window, bending you down ass up, tits and face pressed up against the cold glass. He gives you a loud smack on your ass and aligned his cock to your pussy. You moaned out from the sudden stretch with no prep.

"Oh, you really want the customers to know, huh? You love that, don't you?" He hisses when he feels your walls clench around him from his dirty talks. His hips started thrusting, pounding into your wet, sopping cunt. His grip on your hips will surely leave a mark. If you gave him no chance to contain his dignity just now, then he will do the same.

Not even two minutes have passed and you're already creaming on his raging cock. Somehow you couldn't control your voice, forgetting that you're out in the open. The two customers that was close to the two of spin their head into your direction. You weren't sure if they heard you or not. But after awhile, their turn back to their food.

Megumi lets out a low groan as he also bust his nut inside you. He didn't stop there, oh no. He wants to tease you like you did. He pounded his dick into you so hard you jolted into the glass. Then, he waits a little before doing it again. Waiting and pounding, waiting and pounding. Your moans accompanying each thrust, getting higher and higher. The same two customers look back to both of your direction again and you shut your mouth this time. Whimpers only coming out. Megumi leans in to you and whispered in your ear.

"They're watching you and here you are with my pussy clenching down my cock? You want me to fuck you again, you little horny bastard? C'mon, let's give them some entertainment."

He starts picking up his pace, his pelvis smacking into your ass, giving you spanks at a time. His fingers crawl up to you lips, forcing them open so you can be loud. At this point, you're pretty his shyness and usual timid self has thrown to who-knows-where and you kind of not complaining. You were the one who brought this upon yourself.

The customer has called a waiter to come check the mysterious noise near them, which the waiter obeyed the orders and approach your direction. You lifted yourself off the glass so you won't be seen if looked closely. However, Megumi notices your intention and pushed you back to the glass. This time caging you so you have no way to move around. His head is buried into your neck, biting it to only contain his voice while yours and still forced open with his fingers shoved down your throat. You met the waiter's eyes and you couldn't help to cum for the second time on his cock.

"You dirty slut," he coos before smacking your ass from your naughtiness.

Thankfully, the waiter turned back around and shook his head to the customer. You both assume it was nothing and he only came to 'check' the noise just to satisfy the customer needs. You sigh in relief as Megumi came again in your pussy. He groans out as he removed himself from you. Your hole now dripping with white cum in huge globs. You hear him growl from behind you as he shoved back his cum into you with his fingers so it wouldn't drip again when you walk to your car or staining the seat of his car because he won't be giving you your panties back.

[skeletonapricationday]

Collaboration

Dead dove do not eat

I do not condone any of these actions and neither should you. This is purely fantasy. Do not forget that.

Warnings: blood kink, choking (gone a little far), bondage bench, face fucking, knotted genitals (fox pp), dark web streaming, recorded sex, and too many more to count.

Minors dni

You move around your messy warehouse excitedly and nervously. All the cameras placed perfectly, even a few mics placed caustiously as to not be in view. You walk over to your computer screens, their bright lights the only lights in the room. They shine on your face as you slip the mask on. Securing it tight. The familiar feeling of power surging through you.

1...2...3...Action!

"Hey my little degenerates! Cobra here today with a very exciting stream." You see the chats and views roll in quickly. The followers you've gained over the years quick to join.

'A new exciting stream! We've missed you Cobra' one writes. 'I've been so lonely without my favorite whore.' Another chimes in. All types of messages on your screens.

"Awee you've missed me. That's so cute." You say, your lips curling into a foul smile. The mask covered the top half of your face, leaving your plump round mouth as the only thing in view. "I missed yall too, but you won't regret why I've been gone for so long...today we have a very exciting guest. Can yall guess who it is?" You ask sickly sweet.

'A guest? Is it a new toy?' A chatter asks. 'No, she never introduces her toys this way.' Another correctly assumes. 'Could it be another streamer?'

"Oh my. You've gone from cold to burning hot chat. You're close~" You purr. Waiting for them to catch on. "C'mon yall begged for this. You should know!" You say fake pouting. Setting up a silent hype for your viewers.

Suddenly the door opens behind you, setting your nerves ablaze. You've never met him before, but you've seen his streams. Always quick to jump in and even tip him. You look over as he stands out of the cameras view, slowly putting on his mask. He's so quick you didn't get to see his face. "Guys! Your surprise is here." You giggle standing. Walking over to him, flaunting your hips as you walk for the camera.

The man barks out a laugh. "My, you seem more excited than your chat." He says in that usual mechanical tone you've come to love.

"Can't help it, I'm also a fan yknow." You giggle nervously.

You can hear the chat going wild. Some already catching on from his voice alone, and others left in utter confusion. You toy with the stockings on your lingire nervously. Wondering what to say or do, but you quickly go back to being professional.

He walks slowly into the frame, walking straight up to a camera. "Hey chat- did you miss me too?" He asks expertly, his reveal making the fans go nuts.

'No way! Cobra did it!' 'I wanna be her, I've always wanted to meet Fox.' 'Shut up and just enjoy this!' The chat goes wild, sending in tips before the show even starts.

You walk over and playfully grab Fox's arm, pulling it close to your barely clothed chest. "Isn't this just exciting! Who knew you'd ever respond to little ol' me." You tease, looking into his cold eyes.

"I'm not dumb enough to reject such an offer! I'm sure plenty would kill to be in my place." He teases back, quick on his feet. "Though I'm sorry for the time crunch, I wish we could've met behind the scenes first." He says earnestly, like he's also excited for this show.

"It's no problem. We're both busy people." You purr out like honey. Voice more animalistic than the fox being in front of you. Excited merely at the thought of this shoot.

He wrenches his arm out of your grasp, grabbing your waist with it. His sharp nails caressing your bare side. "I hate making pretty woman wait, especially when they're famous. Should we get to it?" He asks, then looks back the screen. Fans biting their nails eagerly for this.

This was it. You're a famous gore streamer yourself, frequently buying from Fox's underground trade. Breaking toy after toy. You even did a few streams of just yourself, a nice toy, and a knife, those seem to be the fans favorites. They want to see you in a reversed position. Used the same way you use others. You're pulled out of your thoughts by a harsh grip.

His nails now digging into your side, small spots of blood pouring down from the small puncture wounds. You hiss and groan, receiving a small chuckle in return. "Now now- we haven't even started. Can't have you zoning out...yet." He says, a dark looming foreshadow. You blush under your mask and look at him.

"Sorry I'm a tad nervous. I'm not exactly used to handing over my reigns." You say like an announcer, trying to keep the act up for the fans. He simply looks humored as he pulls his hand away. When he does you quickly show off to the camera the small cresant shaped injuries. Nothing major, not even worse than what you've done to yourself. Simply telling of what's to come.

"So I've brought something special, since I'm being gifted such a special toy." He purrs, walking over and opening a suitcase. Inside is a choke chain you've seen on stream before. "Don't worry doll, that's just the beginning." He hums out. Pulling out the chain and placing it aside. Underneath is a peculiar looking stick. You don't know what it is until he pulls it out, it's a cane. Long, hard, and sturdy. The perfect tool to get yelps out of someone. You gulp nervously, unsure of this, but also entirely sure.

He walks over and grabs your bandage bench, setting it up to fit you. Hooking the choke chain into the ceiling above it. If he wasn't wearing a mask you could swear he was smirking. "Do you understand the plan now doll?" He asks darkly with a honeyed undertone. You nod slowly and understanding. Seeing that the play has already begun.

You look at the camera and pretend to fan your face. "Geez chat it feels like it's already gotten hot in here!" You beam. Feeling Fox come behind you, running his hands up and down your sides.

"I think it's just you." He says into your ear, gripping onto your breast in front of the camera. Pushing them together for the viewers pleasure before teasing your nipples through the lace. Getting a small moan from you. "Afterall, what a cute little outfit. Is this all for me?" He barks out curiously, running his hands down to your thighs. Wiggling and playing with them like a cat.

"Of course it's for you silly. Gotta put on my best wear right?" You respond right back, trying to keep your confidence.

He whispers low into your ear, so quiet the microphones can't pick it up. He's speaking just for you. "Perfect darling. Perfect. Because I'm going to destroy you." He then looks at the camera and crinkles his eyes innocently. He grabs your throat, squeezing lightly.

You gasp as your airflow is weakened, not completely restricted. "Now where do we start with a little inexperienced thing like you?" He quips to the camera. Reading off chat requests till one catches his eye.

'Just strip her already and put her in that chair. I wanna see a Dom squeal.' He laughs at the chatter. Turning your head so you can see the message too. "You hear that doll? Your cute little fans wanna see you turned into a mess. Normally we'd do some kind of light play before getting into the meat of the show but...I can see you're too tantalizing for that." His grip on your throat tightens. Completely cutting off your ability to breathe.

You struggle a bit, surprised by his harsh grip. He only lets out a huff through his nose and squeezes tighter. Causing you to feel a small ring like bruise form on your precious skin. He lets go.

You fall to the floors coughing, holding the concrete floor as a life line. He picks up a camera and zooms it in on your face. "We've only just started and she's already sputtering. Are you sure you aren't just a bottom in disguise?' He asks curiously, running his boot up your thigh, pressing painfully into it.

"Nope, I'm a switch, Fox. Never claimed to be a dom." You giggle out cockily. Looking through the holes of your mask defiantly. Rubbing your throat to ease the pain of the mark, feeling wetness pool at your thighs. His harsh and unloving gaze already turning you on.

"Doesn't mean anything if you're still pathetic." He says, barking out another laugh. Taking his boot off your thigh he notions towards the bdsm bench. Telling you to get ready to be strapped in.

You slowly stand and walk to it. The bandage bench forcing you into a downward dog position. He straps you in carefully, till you can only move your head back and forth, and mildly rock your hips. "You look better positioned like the bitch you are." He says looking down at you. Putting the choke chain around your neck, forcing you to keep your head up. One wrong move and the nails would pierce through your throat, rendering you dead.

"I'm not a dog." You say in a bratty tone. Smirking at him like 'what are you gonna do about it.'

"Sure you are." He smiles, running a cold gloved hand down your back all the way to your ass. Goosebumps forming whereever he touches. He quickly brings a hand down to your ass causing you to yelp. "See? You just barked." He giggles out. Entertained by your shattering ego.

"I don't bark, I moan get it right." You huff in response, rolling your eyes. He can't see it since he's behind you, but you're sure he catches it in one of the several viewfinders. Your kinky play broadcasted to thousands. It makes you grow wetter at the thought, and distracts you enough for Fox to surprise you

A sudden blinding pain vibrates through your body. Starting at your ass and zapping all the way up your spine. You whimper when it subsides. "What is-?" You shout confused.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten? I even showed you." He purrs behind you. Rubbing over the mark on your ass, soothing it with his cold palm. "That's one."

"On-one?" You stutter. Keeping your head painfully up despite the urge to hang your head in pain. "How many are you gonna do Fox." Suddently you scream in pain again.

"Wrong." He states coldly. "Whats my name?" He asks.

You bite your bottom lip in thought but come up blank."Fox-its Fox- AAA." Another slap of the cane.

"Fox is only when you're human." He coos. "And right now you're a toy. What do toys say?" He hums, tapping his nails on your back expectantly.

"Daddy..." You hush out quietly.

"Say it proudly or you've earned another." He grabs the back of your hair, forcing your head even further upward. "Say it, slut."

"Daddy!" You shout, tears pricking your eyes under your mask. You hear a laugh behind you and he lets your head go. Leaving you to hold yourself up.

"Good girl!" He says proudly, a lustful tone underneath. "See it wasn't that hard...but I am." He jokes to the camera. Looking right into the lens like a famous actor.

"You're hard?" You ask excitedly. Your ego lighting aflame in your chest. You made Fox hard. You've won. You did it.

"You don't believe me?" He says with a fake pout. Rubbing his cock against your ass. "Do you believe me now?" He says, rutting his hips a tad, groaning at the clothed contact.

"Yes daddy." You purr. Feeling it twitch in his pants, his tip probably already soaking wet just like you. "I'm wet~" You respond.

You yelp when the cane comes back down on you, this time hitting your thigh. It's difficult to keep your head up on your own through the fire but you manage. "I don't need a naughty girl stating the obvious. Do I?" He ask retortically, not looking for a real answer. He's looking for submission.

"No daddy. You don't." You whine, biting your bottom lip.

"Behave and you'll get rewarded, so will your fans." He hums, a smile in his voice. He walks in front of you and removes the choke chain. Letting you finally hang your head limply, giving your neck a rest. He tsks his tongue "No, no baby. That isn't why I freed you. You got a show to put on!" He says micheviously, like he's reprimanding a toddler.

"What do I do daddy?" You say trying to convince yourself to look up, no matter how limp you felt.

You hear the pop of buttons and that gets your attention. Looking up at him through blurry eyes, blinking rapidly. "So that catches your attention huh?" He teases. He rubs his claw against your bottom lip, smearing your blood from earlier on it. "Open. Do a good job and you won't get the cane for the rest of the night."

'That's right, treat her like the whore she is!' 'This is the best show yet!' 'I'm so glad I paid for this.' Echos of chats and tips come in, but they simply bounce off your blurry mind.

You open your lips slowly, feeling his knotted tip entering your mouth. Jaw being stretched impossibly wide. You hiss at the angle but open your mouth further, allowing him to push in the rest. "Remember, no teeth doll. I feel a single tooth and I'll pull them out of your skull." He beams cheerily. Throwing his head back with a groan as he slides in and out of your wet tight mouth. "It's like you were made for this." He says with a smirk in his wavering tone. His voice gravely, but his groans higher pitched.

You can't properly respond so you hum around him. Sending pleasurable vibrations through his dick. "Oh yea that's it doll. Fuck." He curses and looks back down at you. Making direct eye contact through your mask.

You whine around him, feeling your throat painfully restrict on every thrust. His tail swishing from side to side behind him, betraying his cold gaze and revealing his excitement. You move your tongue around rapidly, hoping it'll make him cum. Wanting nothing more than to feel his salty seed pour down your throat. He starts to thrust faster. Holding you by your hair to angle himself better. "That's it. Take it. Fucking take it." He repeats his words as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. The veins pulsing more and more, tipping you off that he'll cum soon. You suck harder, desperate. "I'm going cum- that's it. Imma' pour my cum right down your throat. You want that baby?" He urges. Almost like you could say yes. You can't speak so you hum again and that sends him over the edge. Cum painting the inside of your neck. The thick liquid clinging to the walls, almost gagging you. He pulls out slowly with a relieved sigh. You cough and sputter, drool and a little bit of cum leaking down your chin.

"My, my don't you just look pretty. Let's see how wet you've become huh?" You look at him blushed, not wanting him to see the mess you've made. He walks behind you and laughs, gently slapping the side of your ass. "Wow, you really enjoyed that didn't you. Do you often dream of being a cocksleeve?"

You think of lying, but his cold sharp gaze can be felt behind you. You decide against it, clearing your throat. "Yes daddy. I do." He barks out another laugh.

"I made her suck me so hard I made her an honest woman." He teases cockily. Proud of everything. He rubs a hand against your still clothed folds. Collecting slick even through the fabric. You hear lick and slurping behind you, he was cleaning it off his hand. He was tasting you, and he moaned while doing it. "Geez, wish we could bottle this taste."

"That wouldn't sell well daddy." You joke back, he chuckles.

"On the contrary, I think it would be top teir on the sales chart." He giggle and rips your panties in half. Leaving your aching hole in the open, the cold air making you clench around nothing. "I don't even wanna bother preparing you, I mean you're already so wet. What's the point."

"You can just enter daddy...please." You whine, rocking your hips purposefully. Begging to finally get your rocks off after all this pain.

"Whatever you say, don't complain if it's a tight fit." He says proudly, stroking his own ego.

You feel the tip of his cock slip through your folds, teasing and collecting wetness. He even slaps the tip against your clit a few times, earning hefty short moans from your lips. "Daddy please!" You shout and as soon as you do he enters. Painfully stretching you open, filling up your aching cunt all too quickly. You cry and sob out a moan. A mixture of pain and pleasure as his hips meet your abused ass. His balls slapping against your clit.

"This is one tight cunt." He growls approvingly, like he was rating it. Slowly slipping in and out again. Actually giving you a few thrusts to adjust. You moan out babbles of thank you and daddy. "Oh baby I'm not gonna be nice, it just feels like I'm going to break in half. You got one beast of a pussy baby." He chuckles out.

He starts slamming back into you at an impossible speed, each thrust earning a yelp and moan. You whine as his tip kisses your cervix with each aching movement. Your thighs already shaking like you're going to cum. "Not so soon~" He purrs between his own moan. "Daddy has gotta get close first." He says cockily. Leaning down and sniffing your neck. "God you smell so fucking arousing!"

You moan and press your hips back against him, begging nonverbally for more. "Daddy please m' needa cum. Gotta cum daddy please-" You pant out. Bucking and trashing in the bondage bench desperately. More drool dripping down your already coated jaw. Each inahle you can taste his cum again, it only heightens your senses. "Daddy-daddy!" You shout.

"Just a little longer baby mm." He responses softly despite his animalistic pace. "You're gonna take it, and take it, and take it till I tell you otherwise." He punctuates every word with a sharp thrust. Fucking you deep and fast, not even pulling out completely. Every slap of his balls on your clit causing you to scream, tears falling down your face.

" 'mma cum 'mma cum I can't I can't-" You sob out, your cunt clenching impossibly tight around him. You hear a deep gravely sound pull out of him. He leans down into your shoulder and you hear his mask unclip. He bites harshly into your shoulder, blood dripping down onto the floor in front of you. You scream loudly, clenching again. He licks and laps at the wound, hiding his face from the public in your skin.

"Look into the fucking camera when you cum." You hear him put his mask back on. A strong hand gripping the base of your jaw, forcing you to look up. "Cum slut, now." He hisses between clenched teeth.

You do, the whole world turning white. Your walls spasming like crazy on his dick. Squirting onto the floor, his pants, and cock. Clear liquid streaming out of you. The world feels blurry and unreal as all the pleasure hits you. You don't even know if you're moaning, maybe you're talking but you don't know. It all feels too good, it's feels too too good.

"That's it. That's fucking it doll. Cum on daddy." He growls. Shooting hot ropes of seed inside you, burying himself in your cunt. Each pulse is another round of cum slipping out of him and into you. If you weren't on the pill you'd be pregnant for sure. "God I could fucking breed you. Whore." He hisses as he pulls out. Cum dripping down your abused folds.

You chuckle cockdrunk, drool leaking out of your mouth uncontrollably. "Hehe daddy~" You purr.

The lights of all the cameras shut off as you see the room grow darker. He had ended the stream. You're unhooked from the bench and fall right into his arms. He pulls your mask off and his too, bringing you in and kissing you deep. Your blood on his tongue and the taste of his cum of yours. It was like lightning.

"Let's see how good you preform off stream." You hear the dark voice as you fade out of consciousness. Passing out.

[imfinereallyy]

Tattooed Steve

now with a part 2 :)

I need tattooed Steve. Like Steve starts to get tattoos after Vecna. Maybe it’s because his body is covered in scars now, and he no longer has to hold on to the idea of permanently damaging his skin, cause like it already is. Or maybe it’s cause he’s trying to love his body again, and he sees how excited Eddie gets each time he gets to show off his tattoos. And Steve, Steve wants to feel that way too. Or maybe he likes the pain. Maybe it’s all three.

But Steve Harrington, wouldn’t be Steve Harrington if he wasn’t like massively insecure about his interests and his looks. So he keeps it a secret, for months (maybe even years depending on your tastes for slow burns). And it starts to get harder and harder because he can’t avoid tatting his arms (it’s prime real estate as Eddie put it once), and wearing long sleeves all the time isn’t ideal. But he continues the charade because let’s be real, most people in his life make him feel inadequate (big word, Robin would say) about almost everything. Especially the people he cares about.

The only one who never really makes him feel that way is Eddie. Sure he teases him to high heavens, and is absolutely disgusted by his music taste but Eddie never makes him feel stupid about it or make it seem like he doesn’t get an opinion. Which is actually kinda driving Steve nuts because it’s making it harder and harder to not to fall in love with him.

So it shouldn’t be a surprise at all that Eddie is the first to see them, he made Steve comfortable and that was dangerous. But it was hot in Eddie’s apartment (the a/c busted again), and Steve chose to wear a sweatshirt during mid-July with nothing underneath. So when Steve is sweating bullets, and Eddie just lets out an amused snort to just “take the damn thing off already”. Steve doesn’t really think. He just whips it off and leans back on the couch. It’s only after ten seconds of silence, and no eddie rambling that he realizes his mistake, and oh.

He doesn’t think he’s every seen Eddie Munson speechless.

Eddie reaches out to touch Steve without thinking (they had broken touch boundaries a long time ago, and damn it makes Steve want to kiss him so bad) and starts tracing his tattoos.

There is a bewildered look on Eddie’s face mixed with something heated. “When did you start getting these?” And oh, Steve doesn’t think he’s ever heard Eddie’s voice purr like that before. It makes Steve’s insides stir, and he’s pretty sure he would tell Eddie anything right now, do anything Eddie wanted.

“Last year, right after Vecna.” Steve’s breath hitches as Eddie slides his hands down his chest.

“Didn’t know you had it in ya big boy. Which was your first?” His eyes darken with even more heat.

Steve’s at a loss for words he can’t speak. Eddie needs to get his hands off of him if he wants him to actually respond. Instead Steve’s eyes wonder down his body where Eddie is starting to peak at the ones near his hips, and oh no…anyone but that one.

When Eddie hooks his fingers in his jeans and pulls down the right side, he freezes. Because there, right below the bat bite he and Eddie share, is a tattoo of a red guitar pick with a black and gold cursive E in the center (it’s also Steve’s only colored tattoo, despite his love of color he worries that colored ink will clash with his wardrobe).

“That’s not my first.” Steve rushes out when Eddie hasn’t said anything. “I uh, got it a couple of months ago on the anniversary of spring break. Sorry if it’s weird.”

Eddie’s eyes pop up to Steve’s, and gone is the heat. Instead there is something deeper, and much softer. “You’re an idiot.”

Steve freezes, because Eddie of all people, is now telling him something he likes is stupid. But before Steve can pull away in shame, Eddie holds his hips down and puts his face close to Steve’s. “You’re an idiot. Because of course it’s weird. And of course that’s why I absolutely love it. And it’s why I absolutely love you.”

Steve doesn’t think he’s every rushed so quickly so kiss somebody so hard before. And even when they fall off the couch, and he gets his sweat all over eddie, he can’t find it in himself to regret it one bit.

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this completely got away from me, and I still need someone to write a fic like this asap, or like anything involving tattooed Steve. I also will jump for joy if someone draws something like this. Part two linked here

[scekrex]

I’ve had this idea for a while and I like your writing so I figured Id ask you! If you don’t like it, please feel free to ignore!! Can we get Lucifer’s reaction to sinner!Adam being with someone who seems to genuinely love and care for him. I always kinda saw Lilith and Eve as people who wasn’t into the idea of being with Adam in a serious manner (Lilith a lot more than Eve) which is why they turned to Lucifer.

I just find the idea of Lucifer seeing someone genuinely care for Adam more than any of Adam’s past lovers really fun. Like, would he be low-key jealous? Would he be happy for Adam (as much as he definitely would not admit it)

I also would find it funny of what Lucifer would think to Adam dating a guy. The first man, progenitor of humanity, Mr. everyone came from these nuts himself, discovering he’s bi waaaay too late into his after-life, and after he becomes a SINNER no less! I can’t help but chuckle about it

Have a nice rest of your day!! ❤️❤️

Okay so this turned into some Adam x male!reader n Lucifer being jealous over reader. Basically one-sided adamsapple. Hope you enjoy, xoxo/p

Part 2

Maybe you can call me Eve, standing here under the forbidden tree

pairing: one-sided adamsapple/Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

It was a little weird, that the devil had to admit, it was a little weird to see Adam so happy, so relaxed, so lovingly. Ever since the former angel had arrived in hell after Alastor's little demon girl friend had ended him he had been even worse than before. He had constantly insulted the residents of the hotel, whenever there had been the possibility to pick a fight with Charlie, Adam had done exactly that.

And it made Lucifer feel strange.

Adam was laying on the couch, you were laying on top of him - chest to chest - his guitar was gently placed on your back as he played for you. Has Adam ever played for anyone but himself? Lucifer certainly didn't think so. Sure, he had played concerts in heaven, but he had mainly played for himself, for his own entertainment, so that people listened to him had just been a nice bonus. But actively played for someone? No.

And your curious, loving eyes were watching his every move, an adoring smile was on your lips and Lucifer's heart felt heavy at the view. The thought was small but it bloomed in him, the thought that this could have been him, that he could be the one laying on Adam's chest while the first man played for Lucifer instead of a random sinner. It wasn't fair, but Lucifer had already known that. Life - or afterlife - never played fair. Never.

“Dad?” Charlie's soft voice made him tear his eyes from the scene, her hand came up to rest on his shoulder. “Are you-” she interrupted herself as soon as she spotted you and Adam and a small sigh escaped her.

Adam played the last chord and then proudly looked down on you, a cocky smile on his lips as you placed a small kiss on his stubbled chin. One of your hands moved to ruffle through his hair and Lucifer suddenly remembered Eden, back when it had been just Adam. Just him and Adam. Those times were long gone though, and the devil knew it, he knew that what they had back then would never return, especially now that Adam had you.

He was thankful that Adam had finally found someone, that he wasn't feeling as miserable anymore and that he actually seemed to try and redeem himself. And yet Lucifer couldn't bring himself to be happy for the first man, not when the person laying on his chest was you instead of him.

The fact that Adam was dating a guy didn't make it easier to deal with though. If you were a girl it would be different for Lucifer, that way he could trick his brain into believing that Adam was straight, that he had no chance anyway. But you weren't a girl and Adam wasn't straight. The possibility had been there, the possibility had been right in his damn hands back in Eden. The bond he and Adam had back then had been special, it had been a connection Lucifer had never felt again in that way. Yet Adam had always denied being queer once his soul arrived in heaven. The image of him kissing your forehead so softly however shed new light on it, Adam didn't deny being bi anymore, he had grown comfortable with it actually. The credit for that went to Angel Dust.

Why you? Why not him? That's a thought that constantly occupied Lucifer's mind. What did you have that he hadn't? The devil didn't know.

Charlie's hand squeezed his shoulder apologetic, she knew. Of course she knew, Lucifer had told her himself after all. He had told her about Eden, back when Adam had been the sweetest creation of God's, right after ducks, that was. A thing Adam had named. Adam had named most of the things, if Lucifer was being honest with himself, it had been his job after all. But when Adam had named ducks, Lucifer had been there, he had been with Adam when the first man had spotted a duck for the first time.

Oh how bittersweet that tasted now.

You looked over, spotting the devil and his daughter as you happily waved them over, Adam simply rolled his eyes in annoyance but remained quiet.

Lucifer tensed up, Charlie however led him over to the two of you.

Oh fuck him.

[anthurak]

One of my favorite things about Control is just how completely and utterly nuts/bonkers/GONE the FBC is as one of these ‘secret government blackops’ groups.

Like this is a trope we’re all fairly familiar with at this point; some secret government organization formed to monitor, contain and research all kinds of weird shit and keep it secret from the public. Also they may or may not have kinda gone totally rogue somewhere along the way and might now answer only to themselves at this point in a ‘who watches the watchers?’ commentary on the need for oversight.

But the more you find out about the Federal Bureau of Control, the more it becomes clear they just so utterly past ANY of that by the time the game begins. And have been for basically the last fifty some odd years.

Like here is a basic overview of the FBC that you learn within the first thirty or so minutes of the game: They are a secret government organization dedicated to the containment, cataloguing and research of supernatural artifacts and events. They are headquartered in what they call ‘The Oldest House’, a tall, imposing yet utterly nondescript building in the middle of New York City that is literally impossible for anyone to enter or even notice unless they already know about it. And the interior of the building is actually a twisting extradimensional labyrinth that also opens up to other dimensions/realities and might actually be the World Tree Yggdrasil. It also kind of hates any technology made in the last twenty years. And apparently Number 2 Pencils.

Oh, and the FBC doesn’t really report to the US Government. They report to a floating, inverted black pyramid that exists in a space outside of known reality that might also be the collective human subconscious. The pyramid is colloquially referred to as ‘The Board’ and they are an extradimensional entity/group of entities that appoints the Director of the FBC via the use of a physics-defying geometric gun called ‘The Service Weapon’ that is probably Excalibur/Mjolnir/every other legendary weapon in human myth. They also speak in word-salads and probably know they are in a video game.

See, back in 1964 when the FBC first discovered The Oldest House, they basically decided ‘WOW, this place is cool! Let’s make it our new headquarters!’ and promptly moved in. This was also when the current Director at the time found the Service Weapon within The Oldest House, made contact with/was chosen by The Board and from the point on the FBC really hasn’t answered to the US Government anymore.

Also, the Government basically doesn’t even know the Bureau even EXISTS anymore. Remember how The Oldest House has this kind of ‘Perception Filter’ that prevents almost anyone from entering it or even noticing it, which is how basically nobody can find it despite the fact that it is right in the middle of New York City? Well, after they moved in and became effective ‘residents’ of the house, this filter started applying to the FBC itself. They basically CAN’T be noticed or remembered at this point by anyone who isn’t part of the organization. The reason this secret organization can operate entirely off the grid and can’t be tracked is because they literally have freaky extradimensional reality-warping covering their tracks.

This is what I meant when I said that the FBC is just so far GONE. At this point, the FBC is itself a crazy, supernatural thing in and of itself.

Other fun details about the FBC include:

The Bureau facilities in The Oldest House are not powered by coal, oil or nuclear power. No, instead the lights are kept on by a former director who went a tad power-mad and lost control of his pyrokinesis, so the Bureau locked him up in a giant ‘Sarcophagus Containment’ unit and now use him as a power-generator.  He also sometimes talks through the waste-disposal furnace to try and get people to bring him human sacrifices.

The maintenance sector of the FBC includes an area called the ‘Black Rock Quarry’. The so called ‘black rock’ is an extra-dimensional mineral that, among other things, blocks and dampens supernatural effects and abilities. Needless to say, the Bureau mines the stuff extensively. Now, despite being within The Oldest House, the Black Rock Quarry is an open-top quarry. To space.

One of the ways Bureau personnel get around is via pull-strings that show up all over The Oldest House. Pull a string three times and you are transported to the Oceanview Motel, a quaint little motel that probably exists outside of known reality because no one has ever been able to actually go or see outside the motel. Once you’re there, you just ring the bell on the front desk three times, do some random task and procure a room key. The key opens a door, but only one with an inverted black pyramid. From there, you pull another string and are transported back to somewhere else in The Oldest House. So basically a rather convoluted teleportation system. There are also doors with other symbols that probably go to other realities, but the Bureau hasn’t figured out how to open them. Though one does seem to lead to a void of malevolent darkness that feeds off human creativity and is currently holding one Alan Wake.

Also, the bureau’s janitor is probably a Finnish Sea God.

[ystrike1]

Bitten by the Dog I Abandoned - By Kim da (9/10)

When a lofty Duchess cruelly abandons her lover, whip in hand, she thinks she'll never see him again. He returns a decade later, with soldiers behind him. Her dog has gone feral, and now she must protect her daughter and her fortune. Can she survive, with her reputation as a Duchess in tatters?

Evelyn Winter isn't the nicest woman in the world. She is the most beautiful. Everybody wants her in the worst way. She has lots of enemies that want her to stand around and look pretty. She has to be smart though.

Evelyn Winter is a widow. Her husband, Rowen, died after she gave birth to a daughter. So, there's no heir. After the death of her husband the region fell on hard times. Her beauty is a curse. The people look at her in disgust. She is a beacon of lust. The prince and the second prince both flirt with her, and she's seen as a heartless cow who taxes the people too much.

She also brutally beat her lover, Gillas, half to death. While he cried and begged her to tell him she was lying. He didn't want to leave her side. She whipped him until he finally let go of her leg, and then she left him in the snow.

Ok, hear me out.

Evelyn Winter was very likely in a marriage of convenience with Rowen. Upon his death (or his secret escape) she knew she would spend her life in peril, with a weakened region and no husband to rely on.

She (probably) kicked him out so he wouldn't get killed. Rumors about him being her favorite were already rampant.

Gillas IS A SERVANT. He is not secretly a king. He's not secretly magic.

Evelyn Winter is in a precarious situation, in a territory that doesn't like her much...with no husband or male heir.

Yeah...she did the deed to save her lovers life.

She is super convincing though, and very mean to her enemies.

Also, being a lover wasn't super fun for Gillas. He was the estate artist/groundskeeper. He had to hand paint her wedding portrait, which hurt him deeply. Rowen and Evelyn Winter were not enemies. They were at the very least very close friends, and she agreed to marry him to help him. Gillas probably had to watch them get along famously while she "used him for pleasure". Evelyn Winter also insists that she was deeply in love with Rowen (so people will stop proposing to her.)

So, ouch.

Evelyn Winter also has an adorable daughter named Sherry. She is Rowen's child on paper. She could be...you know...but it doesn't matter. Even Gillas believes she's a legitimate daughter. The Winter couple got along well. Gillas was just a toy, after all. He got whipped and abandoned as soon as he got too clingy.

Gillas resents Sherry, because she's living proof of the real bond the Winter couple had (or has Rowen could be in hiding)

Evelyn Winter shoots at two employees in the first chapter.

Did they deserve it?

Kinda.

Are things bad in the Winter mansion?

Oh yes.

Ten(ish maybe 7) years layer the mansion is a hell pit. All of the servants hate their gorgeous master, because the region is still poor. The two servants were literally um...role playing an r-word scene...because they hate her that much.

Evelyn Winter has to be tough as nails, or that scene won't be a play someday.

Gillas returns a war hero. He works for the second prince. He wants to ruin her life. He hates her. He hates her daughter. He wants her to cry on her knees and beg for his mercy. His. He won't be satisfied if the people burn her. It has to be him. He was willing to suffer and be her pet forever, as long as she allowed him to stay by her side...but she grew bored of him.

He went nuts.

He went to the battlefield to kill, until the prince noticed him.

He became a heroic story.

Evelyn Winter is wise to his bullshit. She knows he is an enemy absolutely, and he will never be her ally.

Also him not liking the child is a big ew.

Evelyn is absolutely right to hiss at him and prioritize protecting her daughter.

Gillas is investigating Rowen, who might not be dead....oh and Evelyn has been accused of a bunch of crimes and she may be executed.

Her toughness can't save her.

She refuses to support the second prince, because she's not a total moron. Vincent clearly chose Gillas to torment and scare her specifically. There is no way that Vincent doesn't know about his insane obsession. Gillas keeps letting her hit him, despite his new high rank. He lets her insult him too, because he knows she's getting desperate...

Vincent gave Gillas the power to torment her.

They are a formidable villain duo.

She chooses to support the first prince.

He is naive and easy to please.

He wags his tail because she's pretty...oh and he didn't hire her ex-lover to execute her.

I don't think Joshua is a reliable ally though, and that sucks.

That means her only way out is Gillas. She has to use him somehow, to save her child.

It will not be easy.

Gillas wants her to suffer and depend on him. He wants her to die without honor or pride. He's been obsessed with her for so long. He can't even see straight when she's around. He loved her so much. He looked like a different man when he was with her.

It's so toxic.

He wants to crack her open to see what's inside, even if it kills her.

[sophies-junkyard]

NOBODY ASKED but… Obviously Simon’s arc in adventure time solidified the series as one of greatest of all time (and I’m so hyped for this ice king sadness renaissance) but now I’m thinking of OTHER Adventure Time moments that rewired my brain as a kid. In no particular order:

1. “Once the strong guys got it how they liked it they said ‘this is fair now. This is the law.’ Once they were winning they changed the rules”. They really had the cartoon dog say that on tv in 2014.

2. “People get built different. We don’t have to understand it, we just gotta respect it”

3. The entirety of All The Little People. That shit was absolutely nuts for a kids show but also like…. I can’t articulate the lesson I just know there was one and it haunted me. The danger of the human ego. Hubris. Irreverence. Don’t play god bro.

4. Lady and Peebles. When PB ripped Ricardio’s leg off and bashed his skull in with it. And it was so hardcore they edited it out of the episode. Bro. I remember watching that after school one day and how my jaw just DROPPED at a PRINCESS being so brutal. They let her be so fucking angry and that was a game changer.

5. [Finn, about a horrific memory] “that one’s going in the vault. Aaaaaaaaaandd. It’s gone.” I quote that CONSTANTLY. It’s a great way to bring levity to a bad situation, but also forces me to go “hey wait a sec that’s not gonna work forever”. Things don’t stay in the vault.

6. Puhoy. He lived an entire life in that pillow world. He had kids. And then it’s just gone like a dream.

7. The deer. It was probably my first real introduction to horror. The hand wiggle. You all know exactly what I’m referencing. Were the candy people stuck in that well for 6 months???

8. What Was Missing!! Obviously now because it foreshadowed (and confirmed past) Bubbline, but back then just because it was so good??? IMO, this is the episode that defined WHO our main cast was, and how their relationships needed to grow for them to be content. It set up the next 6 years of the show! Plus it gave us 2 absolute BANGERS. Ugh i rewatched that recording so many times it wasn’t even funny.

9. Ghost Princess. Really just for the line where he sounds like he’s gonna shit his pants remembering his death and then in a clear narrator voice he’s like “I was a broken man.”

10. The pajama war episode. Now I’m doing this from memory so I could be wrong, but I think this really marks the start of Finn growing up. “I’ve really enjoyed just… hanging out with you.” The ability to start over with someone you’ve got complicated history with. The kindness. The growth from both of them!! It’s a direct parallel of episode 1 but their tones couldn’t be more different and I love it.

11. The slow and horrifying realization that The Mushroom War was nuclear Armageddon. Mushroom clouds. That went so far over my head as a kid even though they reference it constantly. It finally clicked during “I remember you”. Which I am NOT gonna go into because holy fuck that’s like 18 posts on its own.

12. Goliad! A child mirroring EVERYTHING they see, for better or worse. Seeing Jake in a bad moment screaming at the kids and goliad absorbing that behavior. Seeing she can use fear to control people. Also PB was Fucking Crazy! Her line “I’m not gonna live forever… I would if I could” is even more unhinged when we learn (like years later) that she’s already 900 years old. But she does physically age so I guess there’s that. The Suitor also falls into this category of episodes.

Ok getting into some of the more talked about moments

1. OK I LIED I have to talk about I remember you. I was 11 years old. I turned on the new adventure time episode like usual. 10 minutes later I was grappling with a grief I had never imagined before. Absolutely BAWLING not just for Simon and Marceline (the PLOT), but for what it showed me. The reality that every kid tries not to think about: your loved ones will leave you someday, even if they don’t want to. It’s an episode that becomes more powerful with every year I get older. To get a bit personal, dementia has completely taken my grandparents from me. I’ve seen sides of my grandfather that should never have existed, and I must constantly forgive him for what he does… now that he doesn’t remember me. And someday it’ll be my parents. That’s just the way of the world, ya know? Anyways, I remember my mom got home right as the credits were rolling and we had a long talk about keeping people alive with memory, mortality, and how the future was far away and we should decide on dinner lmao.

2. The Hall of Egress. I was almost 15. Life was changing. I was changing, and it was strange and frightening. That feeling where you know you’re losing your childhood but you just want to cling to it. Follow the same old familiar path, stick with what’s comfortable. But life doesn’t work that way. It took me years to really understand this episode and it’s symbolism. Honestly I still don’t think I could fully explain it. It’s like. How do I put this. I was so glad to be in the target age group in that moment. I was so glad that something I was growing up with was assuring me “you’re changing, but we’re changing too”. And isn’t that the theme of adventure time? Everything stays, but it still changes.

3. The absolute horror of Ferns existence. He’s Finn, but he’s wrong and warped. All those memories of the people he loves and they can’t stand to be in the same room as him.

4. Susan Strong. The introduction of a RUNNING PLOT. The show up to that point had really been so goofy and so monster of the week. I think the only really plot heavy episode before this one was It Came From the Nightosphere? And then suddenly they call into question the fact that Finn really is the ONLY HUMAN in all of OOO. And then… is he? It was SUCH a departure from the usual tone. Ending that episode with him reaching below her hat and gasping in shock, but never telling the audience what he found. And then she’s just gone. Which leads us to Islands!

5. Min and Marty. Second saddest episode in the entirety of adventure time, made worse because you know exactly how this family is gonna end up. There’s SO MUCH to dissect about Martins behavior in the series. A reformed con artist receives a traumatic brain injury while attempting to save his son. They’re both lost at sea, and he never looks for him. Was it the emotional trauma? Was it the physical damage? Meanwhile a mother loses her husband and her child in a single night and never EVER learns why. Nobody but Martin knows what happened that night. Also Finns fear of the ocean from season 1 is finally explained. 7 years of ignoring Finns origins and then they throw you THIS??? Watching it live was unreal.

Anyways I’m sure I’ll think of more. I might add on to this later for my own sake lmao, but I’d love to hear other peoples formative moments, quotes, episodes, etc. I really just needed to dump this information out of my brain so I can get on with my week.

[delzinrowe]

Quick Ino brainrot, courtesy of @just-jordie-things dropping one of the best sayings I've heard in ages

Ino doesn't like when you critique yourself. Sure, he knows that rarely anyone truly loves everything about themselves and he admittedly also has some flaws he preferably avoids but he's never understood how people could really hate themselves... until he met you.

You, who brings the sun into his life just by smiling at him.

You, who makes the flowers bloom, the clouds dissipate, the birds sing and the air feel fresher than ever before just by gracing him with your presence.

You, who has stolen his heart so quickly any thief would be jealous of your skills.

And he's swooning, smitten and utterly in love from the very first moment.

Cue to the present moment, you sitting next to him on the couch, watching some silly dumb movie that he's not really paying attention to because all he can focus on is watching you from the corner of his eye. Who'd want to watch actors when there's you sitting right there.

But when some overly skinny and surgically enhanced bombshell sex-object actress appears on the screen, who has every male character in the movie wrapped around her pinkie without trying, oh that's when you get silent, and your chest deflates, and the smile on your lips becomes smaller and smaller until it's eventually gone completely.

He notices it quickly, easy enough with his watchful eyes only on you. After asking what's wrong you wave him off, not wanting to burden him at all, but he doesn't let go. Takuma can be annoying if he wants to, but that's one of his many charms and you can't be mad at him when he so clearly shows his worry about you, so eventually you give in.

With tears forming in your eyes you confess your self hatred to him, something he would have never guessed from you, not in a billion trillion years. I mean, to him you're a goddess, you're the only one that counts. Quite literally, you're the only fish in the sea for Takuma. Mentally he has already prepared the proposal, planned the wedding, pictured the house you two would live in. He can't believe that you'd even as much as doubt yourself, let alone loathe yourself.

And he lets you know. But not before listening to you fully and entirely, soaking up every word you say attentively before he kisses away your salty tears and pulls you in a tight hug. Suddenly he starts to list of everthing he loves so deeply about you, which would realistically take him hours, because he's so enamored of you.

Takuma knows that it's hard to believe something just like that, especially if you have believed something else so deeply for so long.

"But... But..." You start with tears in your eyes once more, yet being abruptly cut off by him.

"No buts, nuts or coconuts!" He's stern but loving and sweet, making you laugh and kissing you whenever you try to protest.

COME WHAT MAY, Takuma would put his life on the line if it meant you'd learn to love yourself, because that's just how much he loves you.

[ponett]

Hello, wanted to say thank you, I'm really glad I found your work and I find your insights very helpful.

I wanted to ask something strange, as someone who has gone out of their way to dedicate a very detailed blog to the works of an outspoken artist, can you give me advice how to maintain healthy distance with ideas and individuals I might outright oppose, but have morbid sense of curiosity about them? Or it it just better to not indulge at all?

It's a difficult balance to achieve, and I won't pretend I've always been perfect about it on TKP

The thing is that you have to not obsess over the person too much. You have to focus on their work, not detailing every single thing they've ever done or said to keep receipts on them. You do not, under any circumstances, want to turn into the freaks who make and watch hundred hour long "documentaries" on CWC and Sonichu, or the people who run the Bad Webcomics Wiki

The point is to do media criticism, not to make a callout blog. Details the artist has shared about their life may sometimes help inform your reading of the work - art isn't made in a vacuum, and artists' life experiences and worldviews often shape their art. But you don't need to pry too much and piece together their full life story and psychoanalyze them if that information isn't already available in an autobiography or whatever

On TKP, one of the most important things I do to try and keep that distance is simple: I don't follow Penders on Twitter. I don't need to know every single thing he says, nor do I need to report on it. I'll check in when I hear he's made some kind of announcement regarding his work, and when looking for behind the scenes info I'll sometimes term search on his Twitter because he's far more vocal about what happened behind the scenes than the rest of that creative team, but that's it. I'm not thinking about him every day. I also haven't gone in-depth on his non-Sonic work to help drive home the idea that TKP is a blog about the American Sonic comics with a quippy url, not a blog about shitting on Penders

(On that note: I don't interact with him directly, either. I do not need to dunk on him in his Twitter replies. I do not need to lure him into an interview where I totally own him. I am not sending him my criticism like he owes it to me to read it and improve his work. I leave the guy alone)

As the blog has gone on I've also tried much harder to be objective about him and his work. I'll admit that early on, before the blog blew up, I was eager to see what all the drama was about and why everybody hated the guy. But my goal isn't just to find excuses to hate on him, or to spread baseless gossip, and that shouldn't be the mindset you go in with. I've offered praise for some of his work where I thought it was deserved, and I frequently correct people on misunderstandings about him and the lawsuits, even defending him on certain points

This is an extremely basic and hopefully obvious element of good media criticism, but it should also be said that just because an artist depicts something doesn't necessarily mean they endorse it, and that your goal isn't to piece together the artist's beliefs based on their work and then call them out over it. It can go the other way around - you can analyze how an artist's stated beliefs and values are reflected in their work - but, like, Penders writing a story where Knuckles decides to forgive his shitty fascist uncle for no reason does not mean that Penders is a Nazi apologist. It's just a story.

Again: your main goal should be to criticize the work, not the artist

And, of course, a huge factor is simply how famous the creator in question is (and also if the creator is still alive). You wanna do a deep dive on the works of Steve Ditko and criticize his Randian objectivism? Go nuts, buddy! You wanna shit all over Lovecraft? Have at it! Wanna tear apart the neoliberal politics of Harry Potter? Well, okay, Shrieking Shack already did that one. But if the person you're thinking of doing a sprawling, in-depth teardown on is, like, a smalltime webcomic author? Some hobbyist indie dev? A fanfic writer? That sort of thing? Hell, even someone in the middle like a cartoon storyboarder, or a freelance writer who does articles for Kotaku sometimes? Maybe reconsider. Just because someone's online doesn't mean they're a Public Figure, and there's a line where a deep critical dive on someone's work quickly turns into painting a target on their back

(This ended up being more about Criticism than how to just engage with stuff you hate, but also you can just, like. Look away. And find something else spend your time thinking about.)

[genichisojo]

Chihiro's Age and Being the Perfect 18 Year Old Protagonist

Today I will be breaking down Kagurabachi's Chihiro’s age and why he’s a great 18 yr old protagonist and acts his age. Please forgive if my current DC brain rot bleeds into this.

I think Chihiro’s core can attributed to growing up being loved and respected by his parents. One of the first conversations is Kunishige telling Chihiro that if he wants to be a blacksmith like him and carry the burden of the role’s consequences, “…If that’s how you feel, all that’s left, is for me to believe in you.”

I think when you grow up with a loving parent like that, that loving voice is always in your head. He reminds me of that joke that the reason Superman is so good is because both of his parents loved him unconditionally. But who do we get when you have loving parents who get killed in a traumatic way in front of you? Batman, hi! Hi, Batman! Hi! AKA “that nut from Gotham city” and Chihiro already has such a reputation. Not as a psycho, but he’s deemed dangerous and strong. He’s someone to keep an eye out for now. He’s been underestimated before this arc because of his age.

I personally think that had Kunishige never been murdered, Chihiro wouldn’t had ever chosen to wield a blade unless it came to a time of war. But he adapted to the idea easily because he’s been preparing himself his whole life to be responsible for deaths as a blacksmith. What’s the difference anyways when you’re the wielder? Probably a lot, but you’re a teenager and want one thing, and it’s the right thing in your mind so let’s just start moving.

He has assigned himself the responsibility to get the katanas back and get revenge, and he’s very set on it in a one track, 18 yr old way. When Char got taken, his mind was on getting her back. When Sojo was doing his shit, his mind was on taking him down. Then he immediately moves back into getting back the katanas, not really taking time to process literally losing a limb after already not fully healing from a hospital visit. He’s reckless with his physical health- typical for his age.

Older characters around him also treat him his age. Shiba doesn’t really leave him out of his sight if we’re real about it. He lets him fight on his own and trusts that Chihiro has a handle on things because he knows him and probably trained him. He would’ve gone in during the first fight with Sojo had Azami not stopped him. He is willing to hop in when things get bad, and he will always be there to catch him, but overall, he knows he’s old enough to handle physical strain. Still, there’s that famous moment in the train at the beginning where Shiba does warn Chihiro all the hatred he’s been carrying is “…gonna break you.”

Chihiro asks in return, “So you wanna stop me?” And neither of them says anything and continue to go about their mission. Shiba respects Chihiro and his choices, understands he’s an adult and this is what he wants, but he looks out for him because at the end of the day, he’s still eighteen. And his best friend’s baby.

We also have Azami who summoned the Kamunabi because although he he’s been told Chihiro can fight, he also knew that he had never fought another enchanted blade wielder before and knew the city damage could get crazy. In a way, I think it was also a way to keep an eye on him because he doesn’t want him to get hurt, either. Azami has been proven to be sentimental with his phone lockscreen. He kept Chihiro’s existence a secret because until KB’s starting point, he was a child. He’s barely an adult, and Azami who hadn’t seen him in a while, is still like I guess he can handle it, if Shiba says and then absolutely not.

My final point is that Chihiro treats children well. He talks to children in a way kids like to be talked to- like real people. Kids say crazy things, but he still took time to feed and talk to Char and take her seriously even before they were attacked. The same thing occurs with Mr. Inazuma. He gets down to their level, listens to them in the way his father listened to him, and he goes along with what they want while making sure they’re not going to die.

Chihiro was shown to have been a responsible child and he had to grow up quick to be able to accomplish his goals. In a way, an indirect goal of his is to protect the innocent- children. He knows what it’s like to be a defenseless child and to have nobody run to your aid, so he acts the most rational when other people’s lives are on the line. And when it all falls on his life, he lets himself get a little bit reckless because that’s just what allegedly blood thirsty 18 yr old boys do. I’ll come back to the allegedly later.

[qiutls]

TNGDH 016

There was a commotion upon our arrival. I could feel dozens of eyes staring at me and Sen followed by murmurs of the aristocrats at the banquet.

This kind of attention is too burdensome and... No, let's just forget it, thinking about how taxing it is, is also troublesome.

The guard continued to look at the back of the invitation and looked at me like I was some weirdo.

'Belial Serena Minehardt.'

I'm someone who came with the invitation of the prince, so of course, they're not letting me in and choosing to make a spectacle out of this.

"Wait here for a moment."

"I already gave you the invitation, what do you mean 'wait'?"

Sen who was awkwardly fiddling with her exposed neckline due to the structure of the dress and her tied-up hair, asked irritably.

"You're saying you received this from the prince himself?"

The guard continued to say in a flat tone, as if seemingly knowing Sen.

"A maid and an unknown person came to the banquet with the prince's invitation. Do you think it's believable? What if you guys stole this invitation and caused havoc in the banquet? It's going to be a pain in the ass to solve the situation."

"How could that be? It's true that I gave that invitation to them. Will you be responsible if there's any problem?"

"Yes, yes, I will handle- Y-your Highness!"

The guard who was originally continuing to talk down on us, bowed his head in a hurry.

Coming from the back, Belial who was dressed in vibrant clothes walked towards us with his arms folded. If you said it was a tiger coming straight towards us, I would have believed you. Right now, he doesn't look gentlemanly one bit.

Belial's green eyes narrowed at me and then glanced at Sen's and my clothes.

"It fits you well. Do you like the clothes I prepared?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

I answered frankly.

"It fits me really well to the point that it's a bit strange."

How could you have guessed it so accurately with just your eyes. Are you a pervert?

"It's because I have a good eye, by the way, why haven't you gone inside yet?"

At this point, the guard could no longer stop us from entering the banquet. It was best not to get in the way of aristocrats.

He gave way with an embarrassed look, and only then did Sen and I enter the banquet hall. The person behind us didn't have an invitation, yet it was impossible to stop him from entering the banquet hall.  Just how thick is his face?

"...Wow."

Honestly, the banquet hall was amazing. I even wondered if all the money amassed from the north had been poured into it.

The grey ceilings and walls, which originally had felt desolate, were brightly lit up and gave off a pleasant feeling. There were countless people walking around and each table was filled with food and alcohol.

'It's definitely a once in a year luxury.'

I heard that a crowd of people came from the capital, no wonder, if I also experienced this, I'd come back again. Considering the money these aristocrats spent in the North during the festival, it's considered more of a bold investment than a waste.

I looked around fiddling with my uncomfortable stiff neck.

'...An hour. Can I make it in an hour?'

The time limit was more generous than before, but that doesn't mean I should be relaxed.

If I'm unlucky the chandelier might fall off as soon as I leave the banquet hall. I glared at the innocent ceiling.

[ Here's a surprise event for just you!  ٩( ᐛ )و ]

Ack! You scared me.

I backed away with a start, surprised at the screen that suddenly showed up in front of me. Can't you let me know first before showing up!

[ ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡ ] Ah... The system can't even knock...

"Anyway, what's this damn surprise event?"

[ Celebrating the miracle value reaching 10%! From now on, you can use the 'Nut Shop'! (However, all items are one-time only. ※) ]

What shop? Nuts? Nut shop?

'...Why? The walnuts I didn't eat are buried in sawdust at the study though...'

[ Should I show you the items? ]

This kind of explanation, maybe its different from what I'm thinking?

I glanced at the surroundings making sure no one was paying attention and nodded slightly so it didn't show. Sen seemed to be busy talking to Belial, and Kyle was occupied as the host of this grand banquet.

I went to the table full of food and began to take whatever looked appetizing.

Soon, items from the 'Nut Shop' appeared one after another in the system window.

[ Pecan Pie in the air, consumes 4% miracle value, purchasing this item can grant you flight for 10 minutes. ]

[ Chameleon Pistachio cookie, consumes 3% miracle value, purchasing this item can grant you invisibility for 30 minutes. ]

[ Detoxifying Chestnut bread, consumes 2% miracle value, purchasing this item can neutralize all kinds of poison, you can even relieve hangovers with it! ]

'...No, wait a minute!'

I'm not paying for it with money nor nuts, but miracle value? Isn't that too mean. This miracle value is my lifeline!

There was a series of other items below, but most of them were very useless.

Anyway, if there's anything I need that much to use the miracle value, I need to use it well... But not right now, I only have 11%.

"Wait."

At that time, there was an item that caught my eye.

[ Long-lasting Acorn cookie, consumes 1% miracle value, purchasing this item grants an extension of 1 hour for the skill "Summon." ]

An item that increased the skill's duration.

So you're taking away 1% miracle value, and only adding up to an hour? Aside from that, I can only buy it once? It's so not cost-effective!

"I'm gonna go crazy."

I can only hope I wouldn't need to buy it.

"Whatever, let's eat first."

That's right, even in Geumgangsan, eating is priority. I've been starving all day, I think I'm going to die of hunger if I don't eat now. I began to eat the food I piled up on my plate, savoring each bite.

*Geumgangsan is a mountain in Busan that's famous to hikers, basically its a very intimidating hike and Shu is comparing that mountain to the currently troublesome situation.*

After all the chandelier in question still hung peacefully at the top of the dance hall, yet no one was dancing. Belial was talking to other aristocrats, and Kyle... Wait is he looking towards me? That's impossible!

I stabbed the fork right through the fish in my plate and placed the meat in my mouth. The sour and sweet taste spread through my tongue.

'Hmm. That's delicious.'

The fish meat was juicy and savory despite being out in the cold.

I also tried the salad with some grilled vegetables, and dried plums while I was at it. I thought the texture of tomatoes would not be enjoyable as it is soft, but it also adds flavor as it was grilled thoroughly.

"I thought dishes would be a little bland in the North, but it's unexpectedly flavorful."

I guess it's because all the meat is juicy. Magical beast meat, which were neither beef nor lamb, was fried crispy on the outside and dipped in sauce. When I took a piece and put it in my mouth, it felt like the meat was melting at how tender it was.

...I was a little curious what kind of meat it was, since it was more tasty than I thought. But I somehow feel like I shouldn't know. There is indeed a saying, that ignorance is bliss.

[ (00) ]

Don't say anything! If I don't eat this now, when will I ever get the chance to eat it?

So while others chatted in moderation, I ate hard. When you're thirsty, there's plenty of champagne to go around, then you can eat again. When you feel like your sugar level is dropping low, enjoy a cream cake as dessert. After that, you can start from the beginning and drink soup as an appetizer.

'Hmm. It's probably fine to eat this much.'

Isn't it known that it takes 2 hours to fill your stomach during a buffet. Well, at least that's what I remember. I've only eaten for around 30 minutes, I have a lot more time.

I dipped a piece of bread into the chocolate sauce and accidentally made eye contact with Kyle as I put the bread in my mouth.

Seeing his eyes full of concern, he must be thinking that he wants his hamster to eat as well as me. Don't worry~ I'm eating quite well right now, aren't I?

"You-"

...Huh? What's this.

Kyle's expression looked unusual.

He slightly raised his hand to stop the crowd gathered around him from talking and excused himself. He took large strides towards me.

I thought the distance between us was quite wide, but with his long legs, just a few steps brought us closer in an instant.

"...Me?"

For a moment I could feel the northern wind blow at my neck, giving me goosebumps... Don't tell me.

"Have we met before?"

Of course we did. But you probably can't remember it properly because I was wearing a maid's uniform. I answered half-heartedly and avoided his gaze.

"I don't think so, Your Highness."

I hope you think so too.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Then, Kyle's crimson eyes flashed dangerously.

'Ah... You're not falling for my lies, aren't you?'

There's quite a few people here, so let's move on and forget about these insignificant memories. Come on, it's not like announcing you caught a pervert in front of this many people is a good image.

And in the first place, I'm not a pervert! I'm a victim too, okay?

"That companion-"

No! That's not me!

I hurriedly stretched out my arms to cover his mouth. What are you saying ah! Companion what? You're talking nonsense! And right now I'm a human okay, not a companionship hamster!

Kyle stared into my eyes, what his gaze meant was clear, 'Look, we have met before, haven't we?'

...You clever bastard. So that was a trap?

"Ehem, won't you say the food here in the North is quite delicious?"

I stepped back, pretending I didn't care about this meeting.

"I think I'll have one more plate."

But Kyle clasped my arm, stopping me from moving. He was only using one hand, yet he prevented me from taking another step. Ack, you're so strong, I guess you're not the leader of the North for nothing.

Still, this is wrong! I don't have an excuse, okay? I was wrong, but I was desperate and made a mistake. Like I said, I wasn't confessing my love okay, I was saying that I'm your pet hamster. It just got cut off at the most important part. Ah I'm going crazy!

"Haha, let me put this plate down first."

At times like this, ignorance is the best!

That's right. I don't know anything.

I tried to wriggle my hand free from his grasp once again.

"Hm, it seems like my guest is in trouble."

Belial looked at me, and then at Kyle's grasp on my wrist. A big smile was plastered on his face.

Kyle looked at Belial grimly, as if he wanted to punch him at this second, but instead released me slowly.

It's a nice situation. I'm afraid if I were in my hamster form right now, Belial's head would've been cut off already.

"Did you just say, your guest?"

"That's right, grand duke, this person, is someone special to me."

As I hid behind Belial, Sen came quickly, distributing flowers amongst us. White and red flowers with petals that were sturdier than other flowers were given to the guests. It seems like a type of camelia that grew in the Northern lands.

"The flower presentation is commencing soon."

Sen whispered.

"After the flower presentation ceremony, the main dance will start. Have you attended the ceremony before?"

"...No."

"The meaning of white flower is respect and the red one is love. Usually the people of the north give the white flower to His Highness, Kyle, and the red flower is given to their lovers to request for a dance, or to confess to someone they adore."

I nodded as I listed to Sen's explanation. I noticed the large basket near Kyle's seat. Since the people of Blake's estate typically give the white flowers to Kyle. The aristocrats also show courtesy by giving him their flowers. It was common sense to show respect to the leader of the land after all.

'I... I already promised to give this flower to Belial and not Kyle.'

Just then, I could feel Kyle's gaze over Belial's shoulders. What's wrong with you! You're gonna burn a hole into me.

"Everyone! The flower presentation ceremony starts now!"

With the announcer's declaration, I felt two pairs of eyes fall on me.

...Ah.

I'm doomed, again.

t/n : thanks for the support everyone! up to chapter 19 is available here, early update since i wont be available at 11 am ^^

[chihuahuawashere]

If Mikio was still alive I bet Taigen would try to kill him.

Like imagine if Mizu didn’t kill Mikio and really did just walk away from the ranch and left him behind with her dead mother and soldiers.

But Mikio was to scared to ever rat her out again so he’s still at the ranch with the greatest secret known to man.

The plot is still the same but after the whole London trip she goes back to Japan and reunites with Taigen who did just want a quiet life and be happy.

He lives by the shore with Ringo and they made their own noodle shop and people travel all around Japan to go to their shop because it’s /so/ good.

Mizu gets word of this and makes her way there all the way to the shore without being detected by anyone because they think that shes dead and by the time she gets there. The shop is fully packed with people and there’s a long line warped around the building

Mizu was surprised but also not surprised at the same time considering how good ringos noodles were. But she didn’t feel like wasting the rest of the day in a line so like a badass that she is, she walked right in getting people Who are waiting in a line for more then a day and rightfully got mad

But Mizu didn’t care about them all she cared about was seeing Taigen and Ringo again after disappearing to London. When she walked in it was much nicer then the noodle shop that Ringo used to work at with his dad. Everything was bigger and more spacious good for them.

But when she walked in she did make a noise complaint from all the people waiting in line and Taigen was ready to kick out whatever jackass thinking that they were better then the rest of them (trust me he knows that feeling all to well) so Taigen left his spot at the cash register to go punch whoever it was.

Only to drop his sword completely. He couldn’t believe his eyes at what he was seeing. Ringo told him that Mizu was gone. Dead in the fire, they couldn’t find the body but they thought that her bones must’ve melted or turned into ash in the big fire at the castle. In the beginning Taigen was in denial and searched weeks months just trying to find a body that’s similar to Mizus hoping to find her while the same time not at all. Couldn’t bear the thought of losing Mizu without having a proper duel or saying his true feelings.

He completely tackled Mizu to the ground hoping that it wasn’t just a ghost that he was seeing. He was a crying sobbing mess completely a wreck in a matter of seconds. Ringo rushed to the front of the shop wondering what in the hell is going on? What’s all the commotion? Only to see Mizu over Taigens shoulder and tackle the both of them as well- smashing them both onto the ground basically into human pancake. Ringo is also a sobbing mess even worse than Taigen.

But Taigen got out of the human pancake pile to announce to the whole shop that they are closing early too much of all of the customers and people waiting outside dismay. They were either shoved out of the shop or threatened saying that it is an important family matter that they need to attend to. Ringo was the only one being polite about it and apologizing and saying that they will get a refund if they come back tomorrow and also apologizing to all the people who are waiting in line for more than a day. 

Once everybody was out of the shop and away from the shop in general Ringo went back to the kitchen to cook up some fresh noodles for Mizu really quickly while Taigen was asking 1000,000 questions per millisecond asking all the questions that have been on his mind for so long. 

Ringo was also shouting questions from the kitchen also wanted to know how Mizu was still alive after all this time and where could he have gone. Mizu tried to answer the best I could without sounding like a complete nut job and a psychopath. But it’s already coming knowledge that Mizu is those two things. Mizu explain about going to London and killing the other two white people that were supposedly her father as well as going a little aventures washers in London and then meeting some really cool people.

But now he has back with you no more vengeance to venge and is ready for a quiet life. Ringo was more than happy to hear this news as he made his way out of the kitchen with three bowls of hot noodles handing one out to Taigen and Mizu and sat down with his. He was excited to go back to training of trying to be a samurai under the teachings of Mizu again.

Taigen saw this as an opportunity to try and court Mizu now. He didn’t care if Mizu was a man all he cared about was being happy and Mizu made him happy. Now that there wasn’t anything trying to killed them now, he had all the time on his hand to make this courting go absolutely right.

In the end they didn’t Open up the shop next day if anything they didn’t open up the shop until next week because they wanted to show Mizu The cute little village they’re in and all the stores and even their house that they shared with all the land that they have from making all there money off of the shop. They were pretty well off Mizu had to admit.

Ringo made Mizu move right in with them they had a room that was there guessed room but now it’s Mizus and she couldn’t complain it had a nice view of the ocean. After a week the shop opened up again and Mizu started working with them at the noodle shop working as a bodyguard basically keeping the peace in case someone tries to cause trouble. Surprisingly there wasn’t except the time she cut everybody else in line but it seems like everybody forgot about that incident.

It really was just peaceful living. And Mizu loved it but was also scared of it. Nice you really have a taste of what the peaceful life was like with Mikio and it sent chills down her spine. She didn’t want to ruin this one like she did with Mikio. So instead of being a lazy bodyguard Mizu tried to do more extra help around the shop.

But Mizu didn’t know how to do anything but cause pain and destruction wherever she turns.  just like I already told her she was like a monster. She would trip over herself or bump her elbow onto something or completely shattered a bowl or break the chopsticks either way there wasn’t a day that we can buy that some of the new that was Mizus fault.

And Mizu got more and more worried and anxious. She couldn’t lose this family as well. She couldn’t live with herself if she did. Ringo and Taigen saw the worry in her and decided to confront her when they were at home.

They basically locked up all the doors in the windows so Mizu couldn’t try to escape when confronting her but surprisingly Mizu didn’t try to run. Because Mizu has nothing to run away from now. She killed them.

So when Ringo and Taigen asked why she was so anxious and worried all the time how it wasn’t like her to be like that. She came out to Taigen that she was a girl.

Ringo was a true even after Mizus “death” he still kepted her true gender as a secret for all this. And was truly surprised that she told Taigen but was sooooooo happy to not have such a big secret on his shoulders anymore.

Taigen was /surprised/ to say the least. Actually that was an understatement. At the dinner table he had a whole sexual identity crisis going on in his head. He totally thought that he was okay with dating and marrying a boy only to find out it was a girl. Genuinely he was so confused but happy just knowing that Mizu was alive and that he was gonna marry her with way boy or girl Taigen was not gonna let her go.

Well Mizu explained about her from quaint and peaceful life on a horse ranch with her former husband and mom. And how she ruined that peaceful life by being “herself” (aka a monster). She even called her own mother saying “I gave you tea with gold leaves and you spat in it” Till this day Mizu blamed herself for ruining her chances with a happy and peaceful life. Her mother is dead and her husband… well she doesn’t know and she doesn’t want to find out.

Taigen is mad at this information and wants to kill Mikio because how in hell does he pass up Mizu?! Her powerful body is hot! And watching her kill people’s is sexy! And how dare Mikio betray her like that!

Taigen storms out of the house trying to clear his head. Damn he really wants to find this Mikio guy and kill him so bad! How dare he make Mizu hurt like this?! But then he stops pacing the stairs I was hands. How ironic keeping some self knowing that when he was younger he also did that exact same thing. Hurting Mizu and calling her a monster.

But it’s different this time! He doesn’t see her as a monster. He sees her as someone he can love someone he can fight for someone he can live for someone he can die for.

But in order to make Mizu see that he needs to show her exactly that. And just on que Mizu runs out of the house looking for Taigen only to see him right outside the porch. Mizu runs up to Taigen to try and cool his down telling him to not make any dumb decisions. But of course Taigen does exactly that. 

Taigen pulls Mizu into a kiss it was fast and sweet. He looks Mizu deep into her beautiful crisp blue eyes and told her that he’s gonna go look for Mikio kill him for hurting you come back with his head as proof and marry her and there’s no stopping him from doing that. All he asks is for Mizu to wait for him.

Mizu completely in shock just nods her head not really fully registering what just happened. Not until she sees Taigen go on a horse and rides away does it all fully click in her head that she now has to wait for her “husband” to come back.

How long does she have to wait? She doesn’t really know but she wishes she could come. She’ll love to see Mikio be killed. That was her husband after all. But she’s absolutely fine waiting for Taigen to come back to her.

Ringo on the other hand was watching this all go down threw the window and this is the most juiciest tea he got his hands on besides the old ladies that always sit in the corner of the shop gossiping about the village.

♥️ thanks for reading!!! 



[daydreamingoncloud9]

The fact that the "Yoo Joonghyuk from the 0th turn was willing to go through 1864 regressions solely to see Kim Dokja again" notion is so popular kinda irks me because of how it 1) strips YJH of any nuance in his character by reducing him to a pining lovesick man 2) kinda disregards an arguably more heartfelt reading of the scene

To clarify, I'm not gonna argue that YJH did not consider KDJ in his decision to regress, he evidently did, but it drives me nuts when people act like that's the only reason why YJH regressed.

Now granted, YJH did kinda start this whole conversation with "If I choose you as my Constellation sponsor, will I finally get to meet you?" and so I understand when people think that meeting KDJ face-to-face is the reason why YJH chose to regress despite the slim chances but I also want people to consider one of YJH's enduring characteristics.

YJH has always been portrayed as wanting to know the truth of the world he lived in and wanting to understand his origins. He seeks to reach the conclusion because he wants answers for his suffering and the hardships he went through. Hell, one of the things he says to KDJ during this scene was "Who am I?" and then he goes on to ask whether "the secret of this world lies beyond the wall, where you are?"

YJH of the 0th turn has reached a point in his life where he is happy but he says that it's because of that that he's "even more curious about what lies beyond the wall". He wishes to take the time to understand himself after achieving such happiness and this really feels like an example of someone seeking self-actualisation.

And this also ties into my second point because understanding YJH's (imo) primary motivation ultimately frames this scene as one where two individuals who deeply love each other have to separate because one of them has decided to dedicate their life to a certain goal while the other (reluctantly) accepts their decision because they understand that it would make their loved one fulfilled.

It's a different flavour of bittersweet from the popular reading because what separates them is ultimately YJH's desire to reach self-fulfillment and KDJ accepting his desire even if it he thinks YJH is a "dumb bastard" for doing so.

After spending so much time with YJH, both as a character and as a companion, KDJ understands better than anyone that this is what YJH needs to do. And so he lets him go.

Even if it hurts. Even if he knows that YJH would eventually resent him for it. Even if he thinks regressing will just make him miserable. He lets go because he knows that this is who YJH is and he would be remiss if he let his own personal feelings get in the way of respecting his agency.

And yes, this sucker punching line right here "Tell me, you fool. If I continue to regress, will I ever get to meet you again?" does imply that half of his reason to regress is to meet KDJ irl but! I also wanna point out that KDJ never really confirmed to YJH that he could meet him again. And taking that into consideration alongside YJH's final words to KDJ, "I shall pray that you may continue to exist somewhere too" and that he still didn't stop to second-guess his regression, you're kinda left with the impression that YJH would have still gone on this journey even with the possibility that KDJ may never show up again in the future. He regresses with the small hope that they will meet each other again but he doesn't move forward solely because of that small hope.

I like to think that it's because in the 0th turn, YJH already considers them to be companions and even if he doesn't meet KDJ again, that doesn't mean their bond didn't exist.

Because, as he said about his other companions, "Just because I will forget about them, doesn't mean they'll suddenly stop existing".

Much like how the Demon King of Salvation won't stop existing even if he forgets him.

But like, regardless of whether my interpretation is right or not, I just think that YJH going forward for his own truth rather than just a desire to see KDJ again makes for a sweeter narrative after the bittersweet ending of the 0th turn.

Because as luck would have it, KDJ would once again guide YJH towards the end on his 1864th turn in the future/past, just like how he did during the 0th turn.

Regardless of YJH's personal motivations and KDJ's personal hangups, the two are irrevocably linked and that small hope from seemingly aeons ago finally became reality after countless lives.

Maybe this is why they are called "Life and Death Companions".

[tgmsunmontue]

More than movie magic... 23/24

Hangster AU. Explicit (Chapter 16). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

                Bradley wakes slowly, it’s already better than yesterday morning, no incessant buzzing of a phone, no alarm at all, just the slow coming back to awareness and the feel of Jake beside him, warm and asleep, little snuffling sounds he’s sure Jake will deny ever making. They only have four hours of filming today, although it will likely stretch to six or seven given yesterday’s interruptions. He feels tender, emotionally, like he’s reopened all his old wounds and reminded of the hurt they caused, like a fresh bruise, but knows from experience that the feeling will fade away again, there until he goes and pokes at it again.

                He rolls to give Jake a quick hug, his need to use the bathroom far more pressing than anything else. He tucks the blankets around Jake to make sure he doesn’t get a blast of cooler air and pads quietly to the bathroom. After finishing and washing his hands, downing a glass of water he grabs his phone and turns it on, realizing his mistake as it starts vibrating and beeping with notifications and he quickly puts it into silent mode and shoves it under a cushion, hoping it will muffle the worst of the vibrations.

                He hasn’t looked at any social media since yesterday morning, doesn’t care for it, although he does have several accounts, some of which are necessary for promoting his work, while others are private and locked down with only a handful of people. He has a non-private personal one for work, which he has Brigham manage for the most part, posting a picture every three to four days. It’s this one which has gone nuts with new followers and notifications and there it is right at the top.

                The photo Pete took last night, his nose and forehead taking up far too much space in the foreground, but then there is Tom looking resigned and quietly happy if you know him well enough, Bill smiling slightly whereas Kaye is beaming. Bradley and Jake aren’t looking at the camera, instead looking at each other, clearly caught saying something to one another just before they turned for the photo and he wonders exactly how many shots Pete took. He and Jake looks good together though, happy and relaxed and he guesses it’s Pete’s way of approving of it and supporting it. Then he reads the caption.

                Oh. Holy shit.

                He’s tagged Tom.

                Tom who is never tagged in anything except official trailers, press releases and people trying to get his attention. Never candid shots that largely feature Maverick’s nose as a starring feature.

                Holy shit.

Delicious dinner with the boyfriend, son, son’s new boyfriend and his parents. Always humbling when you’re not the most famous person at the table. Thank you Seresin family for your warm Southern hospitality.  @TKazanskyOfficial @JSeresin @2Brad2Sad @MmmKaye

                Pete has never referred to Tom as anything more than a friend, a colleague, sometimes, rarely, a close friend. Never boyfriend. He wouldn’t have posted this without Tom’s okay, and then his conversation with Tom comes into focus and he wonders if he’s going to see a picture of an engagement ring and he frantically goes searching… nothing. Yet. Oh god. What if Pete is also planning on proposing? He wouldn’t ask or tell Bradley first, he’d just go ahead and do it. If he has any grey hairs, they’re totally because of Pete.

                This is insane, and a quick scan through the comments tells him it’s blindsided a lot of people. Not anyone close to them, though he can see a few comments from people like Natasha and Bob. He lets out a long breath, taps his phone against his forehead before sending a quick message to Tom, asking him if he’s okay, if he thinks Pete is planning anything else. Not that it matters, far too late to do anything about it now. He puts his phone into do not disturb mode and slides back into the bed, grins when he hears Jake’s little grunt of displeasure at his cooler skin, pulls him close to help himself warm up and to annoy Jake a little, kisses his shoulder and lets himself savor the moment.

                “Hey…”

                “Hi. Morning.”

                “Mmm. It is morning. A good one, too.”

                “What makes a good morning?” Bradley asks, wondering if he could maybe get another hour of sleep. He still feels tired. Emotionally hungover, that’s what his therapist would say.

                “Waking up with you and nowhere to be for a couple of hours.”

                “Mmm. Yeah. That is pretty good.”

                “And no phone calls. That’s a bonus.”

                “You turned your phone off remember?”

                “Ugh. Damnit.”

                Bradley can’t help but laugh as Jake pulls the sheets and blankets over his head, clearly refusing to engage with the real world and he pulls the blanket over his own head.

                “I’m not going to make you turn it on. We can still be asleep as far as the rest of the world is concerned.”

                “Or otherwise occupied.”

                “Yeah, that works too…”

…            …            …

                Later, after Bradley’s learnt the taste of Jake’s come, had his own come licked from his stomach, mentally thanked whoever it was that stocked extra toothbrushes, they shower and dress, stomachs grumbling at the later hour. He’s so used to eating breakfast around seven that now that it’s nine he really isn’t coping, pretty sure he has the beginnings of a caffeine withdrawal headache starting behind his eyes.

                “Coffee… and then food.”

                “Good plan.”

                They walk hand and hand to the mess hall, plenty of people are out and about and it definitely has the vibe of a small village community. Jake seems to be constantly smiling and he likes that a lot, wants him to always look happy and relaxed when they’re out together. He spies Reuben sitting beside Tom, deep in conversation; Bob and Natasha getting more coffee and they follow them back to their table with their on food and coffee, all exchanging various greetings.

                “Hey Tom. Where’s Pete?”

                “Still in bed. He and Kaye drank a lot more after you two left. They’re both now suffering the consequences of their actions,” Tom says, looking serious but the corner of his lip is twitching so Bradley knows there is more coming. “Bill thought it was a good time to chop some wood this morning and I thought I might practice the piano…”

                “You… you can’t play the piano,” Bradley states, because while Tom knows music, he’s definitely more dedicated to the strings rather than the piano.

                “I know,” Tom grins, and his grin is sly and amused.

                “You’re evil,” Jake breathes beside him, and he looks absolutely delighted.

                “I control the force known as Pete Mitchell, of course I’m evil.”

                “The fact that you think you control him is delusional, but sure…” Bradley mutters.

                “You have a valid point, doesn’t stop most of Hollywood thinking that I do though.”

                “Especially now. Boyfriend,” Bradley says with a smirk, shoving a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. Tom lets out a sigh and looks to the ceiling like he will somehow get strength from some heavenly body, but Bradley knows it all a front, especially considering their conversation yesterday.

                “What? What are you talking about?”

                “Have you still not turned your phone on?” Bradley asks and Jake shakes his head, expression clearly indicating that he still doesn’t particularly want to turn it on. He pulls his own phone out of his back pocket and unlocks it, opening Instagram and placing it on the table so Jake can see.

                “Oh. That’s a nice photo…”

                “Apart from Mav’s nose and forehead, sure.”

                “I meant a nice photo of you. Us.”

                “Oh. Yeah.”

                “Yes. You look sickeningly in love and the whole world can see it,” Tom says dryly.

                “I’m glad you said what we were all thinking,” Natasha says and Bradley pulls a face at her, which makes everyone laugh at him, including Jake.

                “You’re meant to be on my side,” Bradley mutters and Jake just leans against him, firm warmth and whispers I am under his breath, which gets them eye rolls and gagging noises from his friends.

…            …            …

                He doesn’t see his mom or Pete all day, which is probably a blessing, but he does see his dad and Tom puttering around, his dad using the golf cart to drive them around and he likes that they seem to get on. Probably bonding over being with over-the-top extroverts, which is something they definitely have in common. He works through scenes with Javy and Callie. Is glad that he likes them both, makes work far more enjoyable.

                They aren’t working with any horses today though, nothing more dangerous than a couple of steps and he knows Bradley is off somewhere working on something, he’d said exactly what it was this morning, but Jake had just gotten distracted watching his lips move he’d not been paying attention to what he was actually saying. He might not even be able to pay attention when Bradley no doubt tells him about it later. It’s getting hot, the afternoon heat making them all sweat and there’s only so much the wet-wipes and shade can do to help.

                “Here, got you some water…” Bradley says, walking toward them holding several bottles, cold enough to be dripping condensation.

                ‘Well, he’s certainly thirsty for something,” Callie murmurs and Jake shoots her a look, but Bradley simply looks pleased. Jake grins, reaches up to give him a kiss, ignores the little worm of anxiety and worry when Bradley pulls back.

                “You’re filming, I don’t want to mess you up. I already get enough dirty looks from makeup…”

                “God you’re perfect,” Jake murmurs, reaching up with a hand instead to brush a thumb over Bradley’s lips, smiles wider when Bradley presses a kiss to it, the worm of anxiety dissolving.

                “No. I’m not. I am really really not. At all.”

                “Hmm. Maybe not,” Jake agrees, although he’s pretty sure Bradley is perfect, as in, perfect for him, as cheesy and corny as it sounds and feels. “I know you’re not. But you are very competent. And that does it for me apparently.”

                “Does it now?” Bradley asks, stepping closer and Jake can feel the extra warmth from his body being so close.

                “Like you didn’t know that already,” Jake mutters, knows he’s flushing.

                “I can’t cook very well, and I’m not interested in learning to be better. I miss obvious things. I’m stubborn and set it some of my ways. And I have a thing for your accent…”

                “Not me all dressed up in my cowboy clothes?”

                “Nope. Prefer you naked in bed.”

                “Well, aren’t you lucky that’s exactly where you can have me every night…”

                “You do know I’m right here, right?” Javy asks, the look on his face a little horrified, bottle of water halfway to his mouth.

                “And whose fault is that?”

                “The sun shade!” Javy says, waving his hand at it with exasperation. “We’re all protecting ourselves from the sun. Unfortunately we can’t protect ourselves from you two.”

                “You want me to get Natasha over here?” Bradley asks and Jake’s eyes fly to Javy’s face, Javy’s mouth opening and closing like a fish and Jake hadn’t realized that at all, then again he’s been busy untangling his own feelings for Bradley to pay too much attention to Javy, and he’s not even been home a week.

                “You’re not that unobservant…” Jake says to him, then turns back to Javy. “Callie doesn’t seem to mind.”

                “I’m much less of a whiner,” Callie states, smiling sweetly and Jake cracks up at the indignant look on Javy’s face at the subtle dig.

                “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you later though okay?”

                “Yeah, course,” Jake says, watches a little distracted as Bradley kisses his own thumb and then proceeds to press the pad to Jake’s own lips. He smiles and kisses it, a little embarrassed, except Bradley had just done the same thing moments before, kissing Jake’s thumb rather than ruin his makeup.  Then Bradley’s striding away and Jake watches him, because it’s a nice view.

                “Man have you got it bad,” Javy says.

                “Yeah. I do. But that’s not a bad thing.”

…            …            …

                He’s walking to dinner when he gets a message, Tom’s notifications never silenced due to the fact that he never sends any type of message. Until now.

                I didn’t get to propose before he did. Check Instagram.

                He knew it!

                He fucking knew it. Fucking Pete. He looks around, steps to the side so he’s not blocking the doorway and opens Instagram. There are dozens of notifications, 99+, the little red bubble informs him and he presses on Tom’s profile, a little worried but a lot more curious. There’s another photo, Pete and Aunty Kaye sitting on the sofa, the room dark enough he kind of has to squint to see them. Pete looking very green around the gills, Aunty Kaye leaning against him but with what looks like a wet facecloth covering her face, another one over Pete’s forehead.

Someone partied too hard last night. And as of 5pm fiancé is the correct title. Because I accepted his half-assed proposal. Wonder if @2Brad2Sad is too old to be a ring bearer? What do you think @PeteMitchell?

                There are hundreds of replies, and he’d thought that Pete posting something was to take the spotlight off Jake, but he doesn’t think either him or Jake care about the spotlight anyway. It’s going to be on them eventually. He sees Natasha’s response I’d love to see @2Brad2Sad in a flower crown and he lets out a huff of amusement. Tom posting this, it’s putting the spotlight on them, but it’s not making their relationship the biggest news. He wonders if this is what they’d planned. He taps out his own response.

@TKazanskyOfficial We have a strict no returns policy.

                He slides his phone back into his pocket and heads inside, lines up for his meal and spies his friends sitting at what he now thinks of their usual table. It all feels a bit like high school, with the different cliques, except for the fact that everyone is far less precious about people mixing it up and sitting wherever that want. Tom is there though, sitting with his friends, along with Freddie, Javy and Callie. Jake is nowhere to be found, and Bradley knows he was planning on going home for dinner. The fact that Pete is also nowhere to be found makes him a little uneasy, but Tom smiles at him calmly, which helps settle the worst of his nerves and he sits down opposite.

                “I guess congratulations are in order?”

                “Yes, I guess they are. You do know him very well, but I don’t think he quite planned it.”

                “What happened?” Bradley asks, and he notices that everyone else around them has fallen quiet and is now listening, something Tom clearly also notes with a sardonic eyeroll.

                “I brought him a cup of coffee and some Tylenol. He said he loved me and asked me to marry him. So I said yes.”

                “Of course that’s how it played out. I’m betting that didn’t help his headache.”

                “Nope. He threw up.”

                Bradley snorts, feels bad, because he shouldn’t be laughing at Pete’s misfortune, except he brought it on himself. He’s sixty next year and should know better.

                “Romantic. Is he even going to remember?”

                “Why do you think I posted it to Instagram?”

                “And who helped you do that?” Bradley asks, because as much as he loves Tom, he also knows there are other reasons he doesn’t use Instagram.

                “Rueben. Natasha was too busy laughing at me,” Tom mutters, and he’s looking a bit dejected, because Natasha has never been intimidated by Tom, which he’s liked for the most part.

                “Yep. Sounds about right,” Bradley says, and Natasha appears to still be laughing. “Also, for the record, I’d totally rock a flower crown.”

                He feels a hand on his back, fingers trailing between his shoulders and he turns to find Jake there, face split with a wide grin, he leans down and gives Bradley a quick kiss, pulling an empty chair from a nearby table over so he can sit down, clearly not at the table or interested in eating, but wanting to be close.

                “Do I want to know why you’re going to be wearing a flower crown?”

                “For the wedding,” Natasha says, and Jake rears back, eye wide.

                “Pete and Tom’s wedding,” Bradley interjects quickly, pulls a face at Natasha, although she just laughs some more. Fortunately Jake hadn’t looked horrified at the idea of a wedding, just surprised and he tucks that away for later reflection. “You still haven’t turned your phone on huh?”

                “Well, I did, but only to take a video of my mom. She’s lying on the sofa and very hungover. I’ve never seen her hungover before. Dad said she’s been there all day. I’m not sure if it’s awesome or a sign of the apocalypse.”

                “Definitely the apocalypse if you don’t delete the video. Tom already posted a photo, but at least you can’t see your mom’s face and she isn’t tagged in it.”

                “Oh shit… did you really?” Jake asks and Tom nods. “Wow. I think her days of having a crush and hero worshipping you are well and truly over…”

                “Your mom has a crush on Tom?”

                “Had. I mean, maybe she still does? Pretty sure posting an unflattering picture isn’t going to exactly endear you to her…”

                “I don’t need to endear myself. It’s why I left them alone to their drinking,” Tom mutters and Bradley looks at him, raises an eyebrow. “They were talking about me.”

                Bradley’s now even more amused, because he’s heard enough of Pete’s drunken soliloquys about Tom to hazard a guess as to the nature of the talking, and if Aunty Kaye was throwing in her thoughts, okay, he can imagine why Tom left them to it and then had zero guilt about banging away at the piano this morning.

…            …            …

                He expects Bradley to be waiting for him in the trailer, but it’s empty and he goes through their last conversation, certain that they’d agreed to meet back here. Of course, if Bradley’s plans changed he has no way of contacting him, his phone is off again and he pulls it out of his pocket and turns it on.

Come by the bunk house?  -BB

                He sends back a quick message, saying he’s on his way, glad it’s only a few minute walk, taking the steps two at a time, knocking at the door even though it’s already ajar, pushes it open further when Bradley calls out for him to come in. Pushing the door open Jake looks around at the half-packed bags, reminds himself to not jump to the worst-case scenario.

                “Going somewhere?”

                “Uh. Well, I thought maybe I could move into your trailer, but then realized I should maybe talk to you about it before I just packed my bags and moved in. Ask you.”

                “Oh,” Jake says, realizing that it’s a best case scenario instead. “Yeah. That would be great.”

                “Great,” Bradley says, his smile easy. “You can help me finish packing then.”

                “Moving in together. You don’t think it’s a little fast?”

                “I can stay here…” Bradley says immediately and Jake’s gut clenches and he’s shaking his head.

                “No!”

                “Jake. This is our relationship and our timeline. I like the idea of sharing a space with you. If we can survive working together for the next couple of months and living in a trailer then… well. I was going to say this is like training wheels. But instead it’s the opposite. Trial by fire. But I am not afraid of these flames at all. Don’t feel like I’m in any danger of getting burnt.”

                Bradley has moved close to him and Jake swallows, lets his hands settle on Bradley’s hips, rests his forehead against his neck.

                “Listen to you, being all poetic.”

                Bradley scoffs.

                “I’m just… how often are we going to be working together on the same film, same location and sharing a trailer? Our future is going to have chunks apart, seems a waste to not spend every moment I can with you while I can.”

                Jake nods, breath shuddery in his lungs as he processes the words. Future. The surety and calmness of Bradley’s tone is centering and he pulls back to better reach his lips and kisses him, lets himself enjoy the scrape of stubble and Bradley’s moustache across his skin, already feeling the curl of warmth that everyone is going to know just by looking at him that he’s been kissing Bradley. A lot. It’s a gentle kiss, tender, one he feels is filled with promise and understanding rather than the desire to arouse someone. Sweet.

                “I love you,” Jake says quietly, the truth of it washing through him. Bradley’s grin is slow and Jake is reminded that while he’s mostly nothing but lovely and sweet, Bradley can also be a bit of an asshole. “If you Han Solo me right now I’ll –”

                “I love you too.”