#but those are not given in the booklet

[roaldseth]

Since I could not find anything useful when I tried searching the lyrics for Farde Mal Diavolo (+ So We Sing), I have since taken it upon myself to figure it out.

Disclaimer: I am by no means a professional translator or a localizer. Therefore there is a margin for error. Somethings might not actually be quite right, something might be switched simply because how sentences work in each language, while others were certainly tried at making it sound smoother for English. If anything these are just dolled up personal notes of mine if only to have some semblance of sense to what is being sung.

For reference, these lyrics are being translated from Japanese and not the language it is sung in because quite frankly, I don't know what it is. There are lyrics—and in consideration with the release of Metaphor Re:Fantazio—that I thought might have been an auxiliary language (or another language I am just really not familiar with), but I don't know enough about that to really say for sure or make headway. So, this fan translation is from what I do have some knowledge of (and what I imagine to be corresponding Japanese lyrics).

—

Farde Mal Diavolo -Destroy Evil, then Come-

Cease a season of endless darkness

For a new era to be ushered in

Prepare for battle, don armor and

Spur the heart, raise morale

Prepare for battle, don armor and

Spur the heart, now, go

Take back what was lost

Cultivate the earth, and live together with the wind

It can’t be forgotten. The people’s tears, a mother’s tears

Oh, why is that? Be more afraid of doing nothing

Than losing one’s life

A wise man of old once said 

A divine calling is imprinted on the soul

If that’s so then, this aching

This pain in the chest, march on forward alone

Prepare for battle, don armor and

Spur the heart, raise morale

Prepare for battle, don armor and

Spur the heart, now, go

Wager one’s life

Every bit of the body too

It’s been sharpened, it sends the senses circling

Go on assuredly because

It can’t be stopped

In a place like this

It’s borne onto this flesh, with the masses

That hope gives strength.

Wager one’s life, for victory to be seized

Pour all of the heart into that blade

That moment of slight carelessness 

when the eyes close, it can’t be forgiven either

To long for dependable days

To just change the current era

Oh, never cut and burn the thread of life 

For it to not be done back in kind

Prepare for battle, don armor and

Spur the heart, raise morale

—

For reference purposes, this is what I was using as available in the official soundtrack. If you might happen to know what language the left is in, I would love to know/hear your thoughts!

Additional translator's note for Farde Mal Diavolo having seen how the English and Japanese are translated for So We Sing: the spots with the extra spaces are still grouped in one line of lyric. It's just that the following is capitalized like a new sentence without other punctuation. For here I didn't do that and instead put a comma for separation and no capitalization.

Eventually, I also plan on getting to So We Sing at the very least because it has referential lyrics like this, but that will be done at a later time.

[faunandfloraas]

Obsessed with people still acting like seungmin's getting special treatment because song by exists, despite the fact the format has been massively cut down so atp it's just a video of a live cover and... literally what does him making a live cover vid every couple of months have to do with div1 fumbling lee knows gucci deal? They also fumbled chan + givenchy and jeongin + Alexander mcqueen, unless somehow these are also seungmins fault.

Also div1 also fumbled seungmin + loewe so lmao

[daylighted]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤBABY ! READER.

meet baby . . . again, because she's not someone that you should be unfamiliar with, if you know the winchester boys ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ a hunt gone wrong leaves dean without a car, and a personified version if it in its place ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ resilient and reliable, loyal and loving, baby is more than happy with the shift in dynamic ㅤ — ㅤ so long as it keeps her alongside her favorite person in the world, dean.

LEATHER & LACE !! baby arrived into human society in nothing but a worn, faded black leather jacket and a pair of lacy panties, prompting shell-shocked dean to fork over his jeans in efforts to preserve the modesty that she could not care less about. the black jacket is the human translation of dean's car's black coat of paint, and the panties have no explanation beyond dean's petty-driven theory of a final nail in the coffin of the witch's curse.

NOT CALLED BABY FOR NOTHIN' !! the name was given to baby, first, as a show of affection and appreciation that dean had for the car he inherited. now that said car was a girl with her own identity, dean has stuck to calling her such due to her innocence when it came to existing as a human being. and, though he'd never admit it, the affection he felt lingered tenfold now that he'd come to terms with her existence.

BIRTHMARKS !! baby has two "birthmarks," or scarification marks that came with her shift from car to girl. pale skin knits together neatly in the form of two scratchy initial signatures over each clavicle: D.W. and S.W. dean's, on her left side, directly over the beat of her heart, and sam's, on the right, never far behind when it came to being at dean's side. it is not known for a fact if either winchester knows of the existence of these marks; though it's highly likely they know of some sort of mark existing there, with how often baby tends to casually undress.

LISTEN TO HER PURR !! of all things that the winchesters have encountered, a car turned girl is not a repeat offense that they've witnessed. every day, something new is uncovered about baby; how she reacts to things, how much fire one girl's mouth can spit, how many memories translated into her head from the leather of the seats. there is not often a moment of silence or peace, not with baby around, though the lapse from routine is a welcome one, with how hard the job they do can be at times.

SO THIS IS LOVE !! it is without a doubt that baby came into existence with a predetermined love and devotion to dean. whether it is another jab from the witch's curse, attempting to poke a thorn into the soft press of dean's side, or if the bond between a man and his first love, his car, exists as true thing. dean chooses to not think about either option, simply wanting to believe that baby picks him everytime on her own free will. he does not, in fact, think about why he wants her to be consenting and aware in her devotion, either.

POCKETFUL OF SUNSHINE !! it is unknown if any special abilities or powers came in baby's human form, as the car information booklet that'd been collecting dust in her glovebox was now lost to the void. however, it is known that the leather jacket she came to fruition in seems to have bottomless pockets, holding things lost with time and forgotten, like sam's old toy soldiers, or a stuffie, wedged so deep under the seat for so long that neither of the winchesters remember it existing. perhaps the updated '67 chevy impala instruction manual is lost in the depths of those pockets, too.

—ㅤㅤㅤFOLLOW THE MAP !! ㅤ ๋࣭ ㅤ ⭑ ㅤ ⋆ ㅤ ⭒ ㅤ ˚ ㅤ ｡ ㅤ ⋆

. . . or, the chronological timeline of baby!reader. full map, including pitstops, unraveled here ㅤ — ㅤdiscuss baby!reader nation here !! official join the roadtrip post coming soon.

live out your baby!reader dreams in the interactive version, only found on c.ai.

01. how baby!reader came to be. 02. someone's gotta tell sam. 03. he cuddled with her anyways. 04. the girl behind the wheel. 05. baby's first case! 06. not off the hook. 07. learning about reading and feelings with sam winchester. 08. baby does not, in fact, know how to drive.

—ㅤㅤㅤPITSTOPS !! ㅤ ๋࣭ ㅤ ⭑ ㅤ ⋆ ㅤ ⭒ ㅤ ˚ ㅤ ｡ ㅤ ⋆

. . . or, the pinnacles of thoughts and headcanons about baby!reader. join the discussion in the link above !!

ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby does not take shit from no man! + sweet dean stuff or whatev ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby's thoughts on castiel. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ the one where baby calls dean on his shit. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ kiss it better! ㅤㅤㅤ✇ mary's revival. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ social anxiety HATES her! ㅤㅤㅤ✇ meet matilda, the witch who started it all. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby learns her abcs. sam is sick of the alphabet. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ dean is NOT raising a beige baby. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ how the lovebirds fall into love. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby beefs with someone's big black jacked up truck. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ loving each other & all their broken pieces. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ coping mechanisms.

notes. this took me 5k years and cost me my left leg. if it takes me 619238499 years to update this / keep it updated... mind ur business i have only one leg now and 5k less years to my lifespan </3 u can find all other discussion related stuff not listed here + all of this in the baby!reader tag on my blog <3 on the chance that i start slacking on keeping this up to date.

layout inspired by my pookie twin @deansbeer <3 !!! seriously don't know how u did this still bc my GOD.

tags. @titsout4jackles @honeyryewhiskey @ultravi0lence14 @figthoughts @theosaurous @stereotypicalbarbie @whyyouegg @eepwtf @rositaslabyrinth @rubyvhs @abox-of-rocks @sunsbaby @bluemerakis @jollyhunter @misatxox @angelblqde @bombarda-babe @unfortunate-brat @funkycoloured @chevroletdean @chiierful @cowboysandcigarettes @voidsuites @bitchykittenconnoisseur @beausling @soldiersgirl @dulcescorderitas @hyacinnths @blushpinkdoll @mccartneyqp @svbnra + all of the rest of baby!reader nation if u needed a central hub to catch up LMFAO.

[parasolladyansy]

I have a question about your LoZ AU.

LoZ as a series has a bit of a weird depiction of humans. Hylians are almost always portrayed with pointed ears, although humans with rounded ears do show up sometimes (notable example is Wind Waker, where it's an actual plot point). I know this is a weird question, but would Ingo's, and by extension Ansy's, round ears be a point of interest to the inhabitants of Hyrule? I don't remember if BotW or Totk ever mentioned any area outside of Hyrule, and since everyone there have pointed ears, no one would have any idea as to where those humans came from.

Also, if I remember correctly, I think that pointed ears are a sign of a connection to the goddess Hylia. And given the generally polytheistic society in (most) Zelda games, then that could be another odd thing about Ingo and Ansy.

At the very least, their round ears would be a very clear indicator that both of them are not from Hyrule.

I know this is a weird question, but for some reason this topic has always been an interesting one for me. Especially since I remember my first reaction to Totk Ganondorf being that he's the only character in Totk and Botw with round ears. (Me : yeah sure his character design looks cool and he looks swoll, but LOOK AT HIS EARS-)

Pardon me, a flood of Zelda lore just rushed into my head lol - I’ve been a Zelda fan EVEN LONGER than I’ve been a Pokémon fan.

Okay, so round ears, our isekai-ed friends in Hero of Bombs, & Ganondorf! (Lore dump ahead!)

It’s as you said - round ears have been a minor topic of interest in Hylian history, regardless of the timeline. I remember reading the booklet that came with A Link to the Past when I was little, about the creation of Hyrule & the Triforce. In there, they talked about how Hylians heard messages from the gods with their elven ears. One of the townsfolk in Ocarina of Time says the same thing.

Meanwhile, the earliest instance of round ears I can remember appearing is Ocarina of Time: ALL of the Gerudo (including OoT Ganondorf) had round ears - more on that in a bit. Another example came a little later in the Oracle games with the inhabitants of the other countries Oracle of Seasons / Ages Link visited (Holodrum & Labrynna), then again in Twilight Princess with the residents of Ordon Village (technically just outside Hyrule’s border).

(OoT Nabooru to the left, OoA Bippin & Blossom in the middle, & TP Colin to the right)

“Oh, okay. Gerudo & these folks from neighboring countries / villages just have round ears - easy!…Right?”

Until Breath of the Wild happened, reintroducing the Gerudo people after all these years with pointed ears like Hylians (not to mention different skin tones).

The Gerudo being an all female race (except for a male born every 100 years, often some incarnation of Ganondorf), they reproduce via men from other races (Hylian, Sheikah, etc). Stands to reason they would get traits from their fathers. Why, then, didn’t they have pointed ears back in OoT? Maybe round ears & darker skin used to be a stronger gene? I couldn’t tell you.

Why TotK Ganondorf has round ears might be an example of that gene coming back in the rarely born male, though honestly I just feel like they were just making a design choice to refer back to OoT Ganondorf, the very first depiction of him we saw in the games (though he was mentioned by name in A Link To the Past) as a love letter to us older fans.

(OoT Ganondorf to the left, TotK Ganondorf to the right)

I don’t think Nintendo wanted us to think too hard on it, or why some versions of Ganondorf actually does have pointed ears, even when it was the same Ganondorf (eg. OoT Ganondorf > WW Ganondorf / TP Ganondorf). All I know is that when ToTK Ganondorf stepped into the frame, my inner 10yo saw the villain from her nightmares (in the very best sense! 878)

As for Ingo & isekai-ed me (lol), the Hylians would probably just think of us as foreign visitors, maybe from Labyrnna / Holodrum. Link & probably some other key characters would know the truth, either by being told straight out, or intuition.

Side note: as Ingo muddles with his memories & ends up spending time with isekai-ed me, he wonders if we come from the same country / world (not quite, Ingo!)

—

(Editing to add maybe it was also a symbolic thing - pointed ears symbolizing communication with the divine, maybe it’s to say “he refuses to listen to heaven”? Who knows.)

[louisupdates]

faithinourlouis LIVE IN THE MOMENT, THE ALBUM CONCEPT!

I’ve been teasing this for a few days now, but I finally started working on my own LT3 concept. It’s all based on Louis saying his next album will be "sunny with a sprinkle of chaos" and that stuck with me. I started by imagining the cover and back cover, and from there, I just couldn’t stop.

The title Live in the Moment felt like a natural step after his previous work. It even matched one of his old bios, so it kind of felt like a sign and I went with it. For LT2, Louis made it pretty obvious the title would be Faith in the Future, but this time he hasn’t given us much to go on, so I had to get creative. I wanted something that didn’t feel cliché or overused like "369" or things like that.

And before anyone asks, yes, I made up the release date and the entire setlist. Nothing here is real, just me having fun with the concept!

I imagined this album as something more personal in terms of visuals. Since we all love those random photo dumps Louis sometimes posts on Instagram, I thought it’d be a cool idea to design the booklets as his personal gallery. Maybe even with some little doodles from him here and there.

Not gonna lie, I’m really proud of how this turned out. I tried to make it feel like something Louis and his team would actually release, even down to the kind of videos they use to present the different formats. Hope you guys like it as much as I loved putting it all together 🫶

A creatively imagined Louis album concept by a fan, faithinourlouis!

[luiluvr]

darling — luigi mangione

ugh dad!luigi consumes my every single thought... also sorry for being lowkey dead with fics, i'm working on ur guys' requests rn!! but here's a little drabble to keep y'all fed, cause i'm not going anywhere :D

WARNINGS: none, dad!luigi, f!reader, fluff, not proofread

SUMMARY: Your daughter, Clara brings home a pamphlet to sell sweet treats for a fundraiser and is desperate to get sales, soon after she starts bickering about snacks, and Luigi helps encourage her to eat something healthy that'll keep her satisfied until dinner was finished. However, he sneaks her out for ice cream later that night. :)

WC: 1.5k

Luigi was always an excellent husband, but he was an even better father. When you had given birth a few years back, to your now seven-year-old daughter, he was such a nervous wreck — now look at him. A natural, he would do anything and everything for your little girl. 

She came home giddy and grasping some little booklet, “Mommy!” You smiled down at her, a sweet little thing she was, a crooked grin, Luigi’s curly hair and her eyes reflected your own. She had his intelligence too — sometimes it wasn’t such a blessing. She’d bicker over everything and she thought similarly to Luigi, so of course they’d back up one another.

He was a sucker for her, and everything he did was in her favor.

She slapped the little booklet on the counter beside where you sat, it was one of those magazine-like things where students sell stuff for fundraisers. She seemed over the top about it, “What’cha got there, Clara?” Just a little name – an old reference now. “My teacher said we need to raise some money for our program in April, and we’re gonna sell sweets!” Oh, she’s too cute. Her words were still developing and her pronunciation. She was absolutely perfect though

“Yeah? What kind of sweets?” You replied.

“Cookies, candies, cakes, uhm and chees-y cakes.”

“Cheese cake, huh?” You chuckled.

“Yeah! Will you buy, mommy?” She gave you those big babydoll eyes that no one would ever be able to deny, even then – you would buy anything from her anyway, she was your daughter, plus it was helping the school; and she was non-stop talking about this program since Christmas break. Her teacher had told them about it beforehand, that practice would start either the end of January or beginning of February. Everyday she mentioned it at least once.

“Of course, sweetheart. These double chocolate chip cookies sound delicious.”

Clara clapped excitedly and jumped in place —- it was great timing that Luigi walked in through the front door, a gentle breeze lingered in the door and circulated around. Clara darted towards the door without question and jumped up into his muscular arms. His tan skin slightly contrasted her slightly paleness. It was always such a heartwarming sight, he held her high and treated her like a mini princess. Showered her in kisses and she squished his growing, flushed and stubbled cheeks. “Daddy, will you buy from me?” She says.

His brows furrowed a little, his lips purse out. “Hmm, it depends. What shop is open today little lady?” Clearly, he assumed it was playtime for her as she would often open “shops” in the house and Luigi was always caught up in playing the customer. Clara shook her head vigorously and laughed, “No, daddy, I’m selling sweets for school.” 

“Oh, is that so? What kind?”

“Cookies, candies, cakes and chees-y cakes!” She repeated.

“Well, that sounds delicious, consider it done.” He smiled so lovingly at her, squeezing her in his arms. She cheers and waves to you, “Mommy! Daddy’s gonna buy too, I’m going to raise LOTS of money!” You can’t help but chuckle, normally parents would buy from their kids, honestly, it was pretty much a responsibility to do so. Luigi turns his head and smirks, “You know, I was on the phone with my ma earlier, she said they’re wanting to have a family gathering within the next week or two, how long are you gonna be selling for, darling?” He asks Clara.

“Um, the rest of this month.” She says cautiously.

“I’ll ask her teacher in the morning when I drop her off.” You state softly, flipping through the pamphlet of sweets. “Sounds good,” Luigi says. Clara grins widely, which seems to remind Luigi of something. “Oh, right. I’m sure if you bring that booklet to the family gathering lots of people will buy those sweets from you.” This makes Clara happy.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“You get anything in return for it, Clara?” You asked, staring over a page with cake flavors.

“Uh huh! My teacher said if we sell so much we get prizes.”

“So, a fundraising campaign, huh?” Luigi says, setting the girl down gently.

She nods and runs back to you at the kitchen island, you tilt your head at her as she tries climbing on the tall stool. You have to help her up of course, Luigi joins the both of you as well. He slides the pamphlet over to himself and starts flipping through it, being his little food-desperate self, his stomach growled. “Daddy!” Clara laughs. 

“I didn’t have a big lunch.”

“I’m hungry too, mommy can we have a snack?”

You debated a moment and nodded, “yes, but you’re gonna have some fruits ‘cause I’m going to start dinner soon, plus we agreed you’d eat those strawberries I bought you.” You state, brushing one of her long curls from her face. She sighs dramatically, “I don’t want fruit, I want chips.” Luigi monitors the disagreement, but doesn’t say anything as he’s pretty aware that you’ll be able to handle it calmly yet effectively. “Clara, we agreed if I got you the strawberries and pineapples you’d eat them until they were gone.”

“Yeah I know, momma.” She pouts. “I’ll cut them up for you, but maybe tomorrow you can have some chips as a snack.” You stated.

“Okay.” She smiles, very obviously not happy with the outcome, but chooses it’s best not to make a big argument out of it. 

“Hey sweetpea,” Luigi whispers to Clara, whose head pops up at the sound of her dad’s voice. “Yeah?”

“If you eat your snack, and don’t give mommy any more headaches, you ‘n me will go get ice cream later tonight, how’s that sounds?”

Her cheeks flush and she giggles, nodding excitedly. “Yes!”

“Shh, darling,” He chuckles, lifting her up to take her to the living room. Her favorite show usually was on about this time of day. It was admirable, Luigi had such a soft spot for her, he always put her as a main priority, but he could be assertive when needed, although he hated getting onto her when she was in trouble. Of course, that ending up being your job, for some godforsaken reason. “I don’t want her to think I hate her,” he’d say, as if you wanted her to think that about you! You guys never had cruel punishments or disciplined her heavily — yes, you’d get onto her, maybe smack her hand if she was messing with something breakable or if she was mean to one of the cousins, nothing that would ever make her second-think everything she ever did. Mistakes happen, if she stained/ruined something, why get pissed off? You never understood some parents. Similarly, Luigi never forced anything, like how his mother always wanted him to be “formal” at the dinner table.

Who cares how you hold your fork? Unless you’re royalty. He would fight it off as a child, it was hilarious when he told you about that, because sometimes Clara acted the same way. She was very opinionated for a seven-year-old.

As you cooked, the two accompanied one another on the couch, little crunches from Clara chewing her fruit and the TV echoed softly. Clara ended up taking a nap and Luigi came into the kitchen, watching you intently. Sometimes he did that, he’d watch you cook and either admire it or tell you what you were doing wrong. Pretty sure he picked that up from his mom too, since cooking was a big thing in their large, Italian family. Today he opted out and just wrapped his warm arms around your waist and peppered soft kisses on your neck as you cooked.

“Lu,” you murmur. “I’m trying to cook, and be careful this grease is popping everywhere.”

“Spaghetti again?” He says, playfully nipping at your exposed shoulder.

“Clara likes it.” You replied, tensing at his teeth.

“I’ve eaten too much pasta in this lifetime.” He groans. You smile, “There’s other leftovers in the refrigerator. The homemade pizza, and red chili.”

“Red chili huh?”

“Day before yesterday, just warm it up and put it on a tortilla or rice. There’s still some of that in there too.” You say, dumping the noodles in the bubbling, boiling water. “Alright.” He responds, rubbing his hand under your shirt, patting your back before removing himself from you.

—- 

Long after dinner was cleaned up, you decided to shower, and after getting out, dressed and realized it’s quiet. Too quiet. You peek out, most of the lights are off. Luigi isn’t in bed yet, and Clara’s bedroom door is wide open, contrast to how she normally prefers it closed.

Then the front door opened, quietly but not quiet enough. You stand in the kitchen, tapping your finger on the other arm, as they fold together. It was mainly dark besides the light they flick on to see you waiting. “Luigi Nicholas and Clara Lillian Mangione.” You say, they pause in their tracks, half-eaten ice cream cones in their hands. 

Clara giggles and runs to her room upstairs, Luigi stands awkwardly, sometimes he was like a second kid. He licked his ice cream and grins, the residue on his rosy lips.

“Ice cream?” He asks.

You were literally going to kill him.

[mossadspypigeon]

Hey can u stop lying about that “7th oct” stuff? None of that happened and you are just participating in that propaganda machine…… all of that just to get sympathy Eurovision votes…… which is just a commercial for that oil company… just jews putting profit before lives as always.

LMFAO

hamas’ leadership on oct 7, filmed by them ^

lolo

all anti israel sources :) even those liars admitted oct 7 happened.

palestinians also filmed it themselves you absolute neo nazi googly eyed shit bag. you were given a brain and yet you’re so determined to not use it. donate it to charity at this point, there’s no hope.

you forgot to say “zionists” btw. but i thought it was antizionism, not antisemitism?

[cafeconbrujeria]

You must stop holding out on us. Where did you get your green ocean binder/note cover?

Chicken! I'm flattered and delighted.

It is the hokusai wave journal from Oberon Designs in the teal color, and it is built like a TANK.

Many years ago, I lost most of my material possessions to flood damage. The journal cover, which was my bullet journal setup at the time and not my grimoire, was covered in disgusting skunky gunky disgusting flood water. After throwing out the inner contents, I figured I had nothing to lose, so I tossed the journal cover into...the washing machine. With some dr. bonner's liquid soap. On a normal cycle. I think I put it through the dryer, too, for a little, on low, though I ultimately dried it in the sun. Somehow, this was fine. Then I reconditioned with straight up coconut oil, and it's somehow both lusciously soft and still absurdly sturdy. This was years ago and this baby is still going strong, and I am not easy on my working items. I mention this because Oberon Designs did a limited release a while back with the Rider Waite Smith Fool card on it, and I bought it to make a more obvious grimoire, but because it's new it feels so stiff and like an entirely different product. But it isn't! It just hasn't had the shit beat out of it yet. So my point is: these things take a TON of abuse. They're absurdly well made. They're pricey, for notebook covers, but like. Worth it, imo.

More caveats: I don't actually use it entirely as intended because I have it set up midori traveler's notebook style, because I love a modular set up. Because it's the American half latter size and I have several elastics in there, I can just fold paper in half and scribble away on my makeshift notebook insert. Or I can print things out booklet style, and put that in there. And I buy those slim cheap roughly 5.5 × 8.5 kraft cover notebooks in bulk and burn through them as necessary, because for me, the grimoire is more a lab notebook and less a coffee table book, though the covers are so nice that they probably deserve a fancy grimoire.

in THEORY, the modular grimoire is also an all in one travel altar and all I need to pack for witchcraft while traveling. in actual reality, I've never travelled light in my life.

and now, because I've been given an excuse, thank you so much...here are some example pages. still sandy from last time I took The Book to the beach.

Starting with bookmarks:

For operative reasons, there is an antique key in there. I found a flat one, so that's nice, for the notebook format. The moon and stars charm is also from Oberon Designs--they tend to throw in a little freebie with their orders. I was trying to DIY a little in grimoire black mirror for a while, and none of my attempts really worked, and then i just made the St. Cyprian chaplet with the black mirror there, so--I'm not sure why this is still in here but why not. Why are there pressed flowers in here sometimes? It's a working item, baaaaebeee. All kinds of shit happens here.

reference materials:

like I said, I wanted a written by hand/printables for ease of use hybrid format so that's what I have. pictured: some sigils and reference notes for the dia de los reyes workings I always forget about until the absolute last minute so that I'm frantically running around the house very January 6.

etc

but fundamentally this grimoire is my grimoire so there's silly things in it because I am a silly person with ADHD who is also in a rush everywhere absolutely at all times. here is an origami dragon who lived in my wallet for many years--extremely effectively, so witchblr really does sometimes offer some fun yet useful ideas. also here are some fruit stickers? also my dog. also on the opposite page pictures I do not wish the internet to see. the big red envelope came with uhh...a mini waffle iron? shaped like a heart? and now houses a paper based charm. It's sturdy enough to take out of the grimoire and toss into a purse when necessary. also: kraft notebook with painter tape label.

further etc

I love journaling and notebooks in general so I have a lot of purchased and DIY folders and stuff in here, obviously. fu talisman from when I was reading the tao of craft. absolute banger of a talisman; very strong for what I needed/need it for. see also: pocket playing card meaning thing I do not use at all whatsoever. st jude card from seraphin station. ruler in case I need to make straight lines.

storage (and etc)

and here is my very DIY storage solution, which is: a slider ziploc bag and some medical tape. dr jose gregorio hernandez wallet card from, again seraphin station, who is also on here as @karmazain. background photo print of a Baron Samedi veve, for ritual focus or you know, whatever. big holy card of la caridad del cobre, aka our lady of charity, who is also Oshun or at least Oshun's catholic mask, depending on who you ask and how they look at it (maferefun oshun, of course, forever and ever). packet of black pepper and unseen similar packet of salt for some REALLY on the go magic, if necessary. big sticker / feng shui amulet of the three celestial guardians, which is usually tucked into the pocket flap meant to secure a notebook.

and ta da! far more information than you asked for! but I love witchy gear, i love talking about our gear, I LOVE LOOKING AT PEOPLE'S BOOKS, so.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Outside the Lines 6

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsessive compulsive behaviour, kidnapping, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has her routine and her fellow patient gets in the way of those.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, (lumberjack AU)

Note: I am tryn rotate through fics and such. Thanks for all your patience.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

You put away the last of the dishes. The smell of bacon hangs in the air as your stomach mulches the few bites you managed to swallow. You're trying but it's very hard to get used to it all. Dr. Makira always says change is difficult. 

Everything is just new and strange and confusing to you. Not just the walls you don't know but the men within them. You know that Steve is a hero and Bucky too, but you really don't know them. 

"Hey, sweetheart," Steve startles you as he enters behind you. "Looks good in here. Good job cleaning up." 

"Yes, sir, er, Captain," you correct yourself as you face him, looking down to keep between the borders. 

"Bucky just went to go get that label maker so it'll be just me and you for a bit," he nears the island and leans his elbows on it. Even as he curls his shoulders forward, he seems inconquerably large. "Do you want to do something fun?" 

"Fun? Oh, do you have books... Captain?" You tug on your ear three times and mouth the last word again. 

"Um, maybe later I'll dig some out. I was thinking we could play a game." 

"Play a game? Like, er, go fish?" You ask. 

"Yeah, how about... battleship?" 

"Battleship? I've never played that." 

"No? I thought it was really popular," he says. "Guess we can learn together." 

"Okay, I can do that, but uh... Captain? Don't I have other chores? Laundry?" You wonder. 

"Later," he assures you as he comes around the counter. He offers his hand. "You earned some fun." 

"Yes, Captain. I'm trying real hard, don't you know?" 

"I know it, sweetheart. I see it." He takes your hand and tugs you across the tile. You teeter and squeal as you arch your feet and walk on your toes to keep from crossing the lines. 

He brings you into the front room and points to the couch. You dutifully go ahead and sit in the middle. He goes to the standing cabinet at the wall and opens the doors. He takes out a box and nears. He sits beside you, close enough to touch you. 

He lifts the lid off and reveals a cluster of small pegs; red and white. They're all mixed up. It makes you feel itchy. You reach and take a handful and start dividing them by colour. He doesn't stop you. 

Instead, he takes out the boards and opens them like cases. There are grids marked with numbers and letters. 

"Alright, so, we can't look at each others' boards," he grabs the instruction booklet and scatters the pegs. You continue to sort through them. "Sweetheart, are you listening?" 

"Oh, yes, uh..." you keep your handful of pegs and pluck up a cushion, "I'll sit on the floor." 

"You don't have to, we can move the chair." 

"It's okay," you hurried circle the table and drop the cushion. You sit on your legs and keep sorting the pegs. You don't like that there mixed up. 

"So, you put your ships on the board wherever you want. I do the same thing. And then we guess where the other put theirs," he explains. "The red, you use to mark hits on your ships and the white, you mark up on this," he points to the verticle board, "your hits and misses too. The white are misses." 

"Hm, okay," you say as you keep the red and white pegs from rolling into each other. 

"Here are your ships," he takes out a handful of the little plastic boats. 

"Thank you, Captain." 

"Good girl," he praises again and you look up at him over your board. 

"Am I good?" 

"Of course," he smiles. 

You take the boats and line them up by size; smallest to biggest across the top row. That's nice and tidy. Steve takes longer to finish his. 

He looks up with a pinch between his brows, "you ready?" 

You nod. 

"You first," he says. 

"Me? What do I do?" 

"Guess. So you can look at your board and guess where you think I put my ships. So like... E4, and if you hit, I'll tell you. You can put red if you do. If you hit every spot on a ship, then you sunk my battleship." 

"Oh, right, right," you say. "Um, er..." you look on the board. "G2?" 

He glances down, "miss." 

You take a white peg and mark the space. He hums before he makes a guess. 

"I9," he says. 

"Miss," you chime then check the board, "hmmm, C4." 

"Nope," he puts a peg in where he missed. The board looks tiny in his large hands. "B2?" 

You shift and check the board, "hit." You pout and takes a red peg. "A8?" 

"Miss," he replies. You mark it. 

"B3?" He says. 

"Hit. Erm, D2?" 

"Miss. What about... B1?" 

You blink. All your ships are together. Oops. 

"Hit." 

Your next guess is a miss too. Then he hits. He sinks the smallest ship with A1. 

"Oh, I lost a boat," you say. 

"It's not over until you lose them all," he says. "How about we add some extra fun?" 

"Um, what?" You ask. 

"We could make it more interested. How about, each time we sink a ship, we... give the other person a kiss." 

You squeak, "what?" 

"Yeah, it'll be nice," he goads. 

"But... but..." you chew your lip as he stares at your mouth. 

"Just a peck, sweetheart," he purrs. 

"Mmm, but, mmm, I don't know." 

"Come on," he pleads. "It's just a kiss." 

"I... I..." you stare at him. It must be a part of the plan. You're not very good at being close to others. Touching is tough but you've been working to move past those things. "Okay." 

"So... I sunk your ship," he taunts with a playful tilt of his head. 

"Um, right," you push yourself up with the table. You reluctantly traipse around and wring your hands together.  

He offers his cheek and taps it. You bend and hover just before it. You quickly peck, his beard tickling you, then retreat, ducking to hide behind the board. 

"Oh, your lips are soft," he says. 

"Thank you, Captain," your voice comes out in a whisper. 

"Your go," he prompts. 

"Oh, uh... E9." 

"Hit," he says. 

"Oh!" you grab a red peg. 

"Good job," he returns and gives a thoughtful hum. "Mmmm, C3?" 

You mutter, "hit." 

"Alright," he comments with a hint of surprise. He probably didn't expect so many together. Did he figure it out? 

"E10?" 

"Miss. B3?" 

You groan. He knows! You could move it. No, you wouldn't be able to do it without moving the whole board. 

"You sunk another," you utter. 

"Ooh, other cheek?" He wonders hopefully. 

Your face is on fire. You stand up and go around the other side of the table. You stare at his flannel shirt. You can't bare to look him in the eye. You bend and plant another kiss, one he leans into until your lips smush on his cheek. 

You recoil and once more resume your place on the cushion. He purrs again. 

"You're go," he urges. 

You guess randomly. You forget to check where you hit. It's another miss. You don't even want to sink his ships. The kissing is too much. 

Several back and forths and a third ship goes down. You feel like crying. You didn't really think about the rules before you put the ships on the board. You're so stupid. 

"Come here," Steve cooes. 

You get up, slouching shyly as you approach. You bend to kiss his cheek but he surprises you as he turns and you meet his lips instead. His hand catches the back of your head before you can react. 

He smothers you, locking you in place, and you push on his chest. You whine as his tongue slides over your lips. You don't like that. 

He lets you go and you stumble back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

"What's wrong?" He asks. 

"Captain, I... I'm not used to it. I never... I'm sorry," you stop and sway on the other side of the table. 

"Ah, sweetheart, of course, it's alright. The more you do it, the better it'll be." He coaxes. 

"Oh, okay," you get back to your knees. "F9?" 

"Shoot! You hit. Sink." 

"Huh?" You flinch at the last word, "really?" 

"Got the small one," he says as he gets up. "My turn to pay my dues." 

"Oh, that's... that's-- You don't have to." 

"Fair is fair," he reaches for you, latching onto your upper arm to force you up.  

You stand knowing that resistance is not an option. Not only is he stronger, but you want to be good. You want to get better. That's all you've ever wanted.  

He guides you to face him and you tremble. It's much more intimidating like this. He cups your chin as he gazes down at you. You gulp. 

He bends and your body goes rigid. He tilts your head and presses his mouth to yours. The tip of his tongue flicks along the crease of your lips but he doesn't persist. He parts with a pleased drone. 

"See, we both win," he says. 

You pull away and sit. Your scalp is on fire. You don't know how much more you can handle. Dr. Makira always said change shouldn't come all at once. 

He clears his throat and sits again. He grins over his board before he refocuses. He rubs his chin as his thinks. His blue irises glimmer. 

"D1." 

Yep. You figured. 

"Hit." 

It isn't difficult for him to go down the ship. Hit. Hit. Hit. 

He wins again. 

"Steve-- Captain," you say as fidget. "I don't think-- I can't." 

"Aw, sweetheart, you already did it. You're so good." 

"But... er, I'm... I don't know." 

"Here," he waves you up and shifts over on the couch.  

You flick your lashes and stand. You go to him as he extends his arms. He puts his hands on your hips and draws you between his knees. 

"I just think you need to slow down. You're not taking your time," he says.  "So, just go at your own pace," he brings his hands up to frame your face, pushing your hair back, rubbing your cheekbones with his thumbs. "Alright, I'm yours, sweetheart." 

He closes his eyes and puckers expectantly. You stare back. He's being nice, you think. He's not angry. He hasn't hurt you. You'd like to keep it that way. 

You gather your courage and lean in. You put your hands on his shoulders and close your eyes just before your lips meet. His beard tickles you again as his hands stretch around your head. 

He holds his lips to yours and gently opens his mouth. He pokes with his tongue and you twitch. He keeps you in place. You surrender to his diligent effort and let him in. 

He tilts his head as he invades your mouth. You garble around him and clutch the seam of his shirt. You feel his muscles beneath. He's stronger than you, remember that. 

When he finally pulls away, you're woozy. He lets his hand fall down your neck and he feels along the top of your dress. As his speaks, his voice scrapes in his throat. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks. 

[priyajoyy]

Thinking about how many VHS tapes of intimate moments would exist to later be used as blackmail against Bunny if someone had taken a video camera. So many VHSs, so many.

Ok so not vhs tapes butttt i literally have it written in one of my next chapter drafts for dumb bunny that Natalie still has bunny’s old camera and a little photo booklet in her car when she goes to pick it up from storage

And I was originally just gonna have it as like a ‘oh Natalie still has something of bunnies in the adult timeline and thinks about her blah blah blah’

Plus in my head bunny is such a camera scrapbook girlie so I bet she’d be bringing all her different cameras and lots of film to take a million pics at nationals

But this is making me thing about if that camera actually made it through the crash and out the wilderness with them 🤭🤭

Like why did Natalie keep those pictures for so long, what did they manage to capture??

It would obviously have to be very important stuff or moments too cause like they’re gonna have a very limited amount of film…

And even tho it’s bunny’s camera obviously the girls are gonna take it over eventually so they’ll be taking all the pictures 😏

It would also show the story of their time in the wilderness

Like at first maybe they’re less precious with the film so they’ll take quite a few at the beginning while they’re obviously scared and stuff but more carefree

But then it will shift into documenting important cult stuff

Or moments with bunny that the girls find important or wanna immortalise which is even more significant given the limitations of their film

Nsfw under cut

I like to think she had both a normal click and point camera and a Polaroid (plus works better for the plot lmao)

So the more sexual images or stuff they would wanna see again would be poleroid photos

Like imagine pictures of bunny covered in bites and bruises sat in Shauna’s hut on the floor

or out in the woods with blood on her forehead and naked body after lotties moments

Pictures of her from above when Natalie has her on her knees like her pet

All of it tucked away in a little book, hidden away in one of the girls pockets or somewhere out of reach so bunny could never steal it back

I don’t think they would have ever taken them with the intent to blackmail her, because it’s kinda hard to do that when all the people your stuck with already know what’s going on

But I reckon Shauna and Nat would love to use them to keep bunny in check when they first get back to civilisation

Obviously they’re all under a lot of stress and getting used to life again so there’s a bit of leeway

But anytime they see her slipping from their grasp, I’m sure they’d love to remind her just who she belongs to…

My plan was for Natalie to bring the camera and photos with her to reunite with the the others given she’s now picked it up with her car

So I also really love the idea of bunny finding out nats still got them after all this time and how she’d react to it

When bunny first sees Nat again atm I’m planning for it to be after Nat breaks into her house and meets her son Harrison, so would also be kinda cool if bunny walks in on them with the camera and she’s like wtaf

[codegeassfacts]

Code Geass Complete Best Regret Message // Nunnally & Kallen // Canon

The Complete Best Regret messages, also known as character poems, are message left from various characters to Lelouch, after his death through Zero Requiem. Those are available within the Complete Best OST Which gathers some of the best OST of the show.

They offer us a nice last view of their thoughts and feelings directed to Lelouch, after his tragic end. Each of the letter are written and illustrated with a rough sketch of the character in their predominant color, and the first page of the booklet is a very nice sketch of Lelouch.

Each of the message have a title taken after a Code Geass opening or ending, Let's start with Nunnally.

Nunnally Lamperouge / vi Britannia - Mozaiku Kakera (Mosaic Shards) // Ending 2

I have been thinking about the many things that you have given me.

They can’t be counted on my fingers, for each and every one that I count, a stone is left. Lining them up, the stones can be pieced together into a mosaic. But, I will not do that. I don’t want to. (1) I will continue to count them piece by piece, always remembering their shape, their color and their touch. (2)

Even these dreams, that kindness, our rendezvous, those lies, mistakes…. Even that voice, the warmth in those hands that grasped mine, even the loneliness, the twistedness, the pain in my chest. Even that silence. Even those eyes.

Everything, I will hold dear.

Even if you had not given me many things, I could not give you anything in return. You gave me everything and you ended up leaving.

In those happy days, we did not even say “Thank you” nor “I’m sorry” between us. Those words would only invoke sadness. Your heart would grow far away. Just like that, you were myself, and I was you.

However, that day, the words you have told me still remains in my ears. You didn’t even let me reply. That’s why, while hearing your voice ringing in my ear, I will answer you from the bottom of my heart.

I love you too. (3)

(1) Lit.: I do not want to bring them (stones) together. (2) Lit.: One by one, I will continue to count them; their shape, color, and touch, I will continue to feel throughout. (1) Broken up into two sentences in the original Japanese: Aishiteru. Anata wo. (I love. You.) Translation by Blottyparchment.

Kallen Kozuki / Stadtfeld - Yuukyou Seishunka (Extolling the Brave Chivalry of Youth) // Ending 1

Until I met you, I was only merely plastered with thorns. I wanted to change this truth. I seethingly and recklessly acted. But then, I didn’t believe that anything would come out of it.

When my brother was gone, I heard the sound of the heavy doors closing behind me. I cannot allow it. I will fight to the bitter end. I decided that I would not go back. Then, someday, I would have died like my brother.

Until the very end, Kouzuki Kallen would not abide by authority. That bit of willpower I was carrying with me, it slipped away from me, and I can feel it faintly. At that moment, I envisioned you as the star at the break of dawn, inviting me.

If I would think that this is for you, my body would feel light. Whatever struggles there were, the pain would go away. I would be the first to come rushing to your battlefield, raging like a lioness, crushing your enemies. I would stand being muddied so that I could create a path for you.

Looking back, it’s mysterious. Even though I should have loathed and rebelled against Britannia’s tyranny. Without knowing it, I held personal devotion only for you.

Lelouch, that parting kiss, even if it was a lie, if you had said, “I love you,” (1)(2) I would even follow you to hell. You knew that, didn’t you?

It’s not like you. You’re good at manipulating people just by your words. Really, it’s not like you to be kind. Is that why you told me to 'live on’? I fell in love with you (3) not just because of that kindness.

(1) Kallen uses the word 'aishiteru' here. It is a word that carries strong weight in Japanese and is not simply used to express love. You may say 'suki' and mean love, but 'aishiteru' is used between two intimate lovers, and within the show, only between Lelouch and Nunnally. (2) In japanese you emphasize on the end of a line; the "Even if it was a lie" is there to show how great her love for him was, the "wakatteta deshou" means Kallen was quite sure the "Aishiteru" would have come, had he not been kind with her. (3)The love here is 'suki ni naru' Translation by Blottyparchment & Lie

Hope you enjoyed.

[manchesternh]

Mosaic Art Collective is a name I'd heard before I stumbled upon a call for the "Illusions" show, a show focused on blacklight-sensitive and psychedelic art which opened February 8th 2025 in the Hanover Street artspace. I've never been to one of their events but Mosaic shares the space with "See Saw Gallery," a spot where I participated in a group show last year, so I knew what to expect when stepping off the elevator. Still, my expectations were exceeded. Shows I've seen so far in Manchester haven't reached, in my opinion, the potential we hold for an active and imaginative art scene--usually the works featured are small, grouped together without much apparent concern for their interplay, and made of materials available to middle schoolers. As grateful as I am for shows that allow for that kind of work, my hopes were that "Illusions" would exceed those limits, that something would take my breath away. Overall I was not disappointed.

Coming down the hall and stepping into the dark, blue-violet rectangular rooms, you might get caught on the first few pieces in the entryway. These are geometric, sometimes abstract, and have low blacklight reactivity, though they are visible enough. Though I am drawn to abstract work, I am a postmodernist at heart, which is why I found "What if I Made a Self Portrait in Minecraft?" very funny. It is a piece that demonstrates the sort of rote mechanical grind of pixel art, painting squares, and playing Minecraft, all at once, and a portrait to boot. Is this how we chose to see ourselves? In our component colors, our most simplified pieces?

What draws the eye, after one crosses through the hall, is Marisa Egerstrom's "Flores: interstellar mycellium." This is a (roughly) six foot tall sculpture of a sort of luminescent alien flower. The petals are tessellated glass, giving them a sort of scaly look. The stem and stamen house a series of light-up bulbs which slowly blink at different rates, some changing color. It's the kind of piece I would absolutely put in my house, a collaboration of beauty and danger and whimsy which demands that we ask: what if a house plant was going clubbing?

At this point I must admit that my usual method of noting the names and titles of artworks--that is, taking a photo with my phone--was ineffective due to the lighting state of the space. I didn't notice until afterward. This is unfortunate, because I can't name the artist of the piece which is still bouncing hardest around my mind--a sort of stop sign with a styrofoam emerging from it. The face is split in two, with a duct tape mouth and a pensive expression. It makes me think of a person in two minds, and also someone being silenced. I suspect the zine hanging on the wall to the right of the piece explains it a little more, but I was too shy to pull a little paper booklet off the wall and examine it--and the light wasn't ideal for it. Still, I found myself in the position that the best art puts me in, where I am contemplating a message and meaning rather than simply admiring imagery.

Another piece that invites deeper introspection is "Mabel," a statue of a horse painted with checkered print. It's larger than a cat and surrounded by framed 4x6 photos of itself, and various other figures, in different settings, expressing the tendency of Mabel to travel. The statue marks the room's left far corner, and begins a segment of the room dedicated mostly to images of animals and creatures. For instance, "Don't Separate The Party or We're Getting the Band Back Together" is a tiny little pen drawing of creatures--an alien, a deer, a cat, and a skull--in the woods. Their eyes all luminance with a dab of neon paint, a striking effect. The frame is wood, echoing the forest setting of the image. I was impressed with the consideration given to presentation and the vaguely referential title--is this an adventuring party, like in a game? Am I an enemy combatant, to be on the receiving end of such a stare?

Amidst the creatures and woodland artifacts is a stand out piece, Marcia Wood Mertinooke's "Dream of Creme," a temptation for fans of miniatures that depicts the Cremeland drive in signage. Neon thread is used to create the neon sign effect, and it absolutely glows in the blacklight as intended. This might be an opportune time to mention that some pieces, like this one, really utilized the lighting well, while others failed to employ it or were failed by it. Fluorescent paintings or yarn pieces glowed impressively, but other works sunk into the shadows or paled in natural light from the window. I don't think this was a failure on the gallery's part as it's a small space and only so much direct black light can go around. One effect, however, was that I overlooked a few pieces until I set my phone camera on them, and then they came alive on the bright screen where before they'd been unimpressive.

Lofi music is playing at just the right volume in the space on the night of the opening. There's a crowd a half hour after doors, at least twenty people clustering around the small room or in the smaller adjacent nooks. It's a nice turnout but doesn't impede the art-gawking, unless you're impatient or can't follow the flow of traffic. Additionally I didn't feel overwhelmed by the number of works or their density. There was enough there to keep my interest and make it feel worth coming out but not too much.

Mosaic is in their third year of doing shows on Hanover street, according to Liz, the curator of "Illusions." Their next big show is centered on the concept of motion and kinetics. Illusions is on display until February 26th at 66 Hanover #201, Manchester NH, during calling hours.

Edit: a reader helpfully attributed the "stop sign" piece to Brenda Noiseux. See replies to this post for their contact information.

[usagi-chwan]

🌸 Characters in this headcanon : Kenji, Chuuya, Atsushi & Dazai.

🌸 Spoils : none.

At the haunted house with BSD's characters (BSDxReader, part 2)!

Kenji

• No one really knows who is responsible for this trip at the fair. To be honest, after reading the fair's booklet, the will to go there took precedence. Especially from work.

• You didn't know how you did it, but you both managed to get in without being kicked out by the cashier, knowing you were both minors. Not to be reproduced at home, of course, because it's not good for children.

• During all of the morning, you had been doing a series of attractions, with an undisguised preference for bumper cars. Noon was fast approaching when you decided to do something you hadn't done yet.

• Unsurprisingly, especially if you read the attraction's name, it was a haunted house. And it was 99% certain that the idea this time came from Kenji, not from you. You weren't reassured at all, remembering childhood memories about you coming in such a place, and in which you ended up screaming and crying the whole time, clinging to your parents' clothes and begging them to get you out of here.

• Unsurprisingly there too, at that time you hadn't had any opportunity to enjoy the haunted house, given the fact that you had spent more time with your eyes closed than open. But now, at the very moment, it was going to be different.

• Why? Because you were no longer a child and had grown up. You realized afterwards that these two reasons were in reality only one, and that you didn't have any others in store.

• However, it was too late to turn back, now that you had stepped in this sordid place, as dark as you remembered it. And as expected, once again, you hadn't let go of Kenji an inch, and even grabbed his sleeve as you sank a little deeper into this red lights and poor special effects' inferno.

• But hey, it was still enough to scare you, despite your years older.

• You had reached the peak of your vocal chords when a zombie popped in front of you, and this time it was a real person hidden under a costume, instead of the inanimate cardboards and mannequins encountered so far.

• You never thought you could scream as much as you did right now. You had clung to Kenji tightly, and ended up closing your eyes, repeating the same mistakes as in your childhood.

• Life is just one long vicious circle, afterall.

• It's no wonder Kenji wasn't scared for a second, and kept smiling no matter what, even laughing at the sight of the pumpkins used as decorations, comparing them with those of his village.

• (You didn't dare to tell him that these pumpkins were definitely not real, not wanting to shatter his dreams)

• But when he heard you scream like that, he had no choice but to act. Flying to your rescue, and wishing to "discipline" this zombie who was terrorizing you, he grabbed it by the collar... and sent him fly through the plastic pumpkin's decorations.

• The poor zombie had bitten the dust, when he only wanted to do his job, like all the others who followed after him. Let's just say that a minute after the other, the surroundings were more filled with pain groans than these terror screams supposed to frighten the visitors.

• You were not entirely out of the haunted house, you thanked the counter clerk at high speed, telling him that it was very good and that you had a good time, but, strangely, you were in a hurry.

• Pulling Kenji with one hand, you dragged him out as fast as you could, glancing nervously behind you from time to time. It was only when you were almost there that you heard exclamations.

• Predictably, it was one of the haunted house's staff members, noticeable by the witch hat he wore. What was he shouting?

• "Come back here, sick people!! What's your problem??"

• Of course, you will not obey him, and you even increased your speed, Kenji still ecstatic over the smallest thing he saw on the way, as if nothing had ever happened.

• Maybe if you went home peacefully, not making any more trouble, everyone would forget what happened...? You just hoped no one at the agency would ever find out, especially Kunikida. You wanted to live, after all.

• Morality: never go into this kind of crap if Kenji has not eaten enough to fill his stomach.

• Morality 2: respect the safety rules, and be accompanied by an adult when you go to an amusement park.

~

Chuuya

• It was a bit by chance that you arrived in front of this haunted house. Standing next to Chuuya, you both stared silently at the building for a few moments.

• Finally wishing to say something, you looked at the redhead, without, however, being able to speak, too confused for that. Chuuya kept staring at the haunted house, and you could have sworn his skin had turned whiter than a ghost's.

• While looking down at his hands, you noticed that they were almost imperceptibly shaking, so you thought you hadn't seen well at first. But, after calling your comrade's name, and seeing him jump for nothing, just by hearing the sound of your voice, you realized that no, all this was indeed real.

• "Is the great Chuuya Nakahara, an executive of the all-powerful Mafia, afraid of a small haunted house made for children ?" "In your dreams....! I'll show you if I'm scared!"

• He had grabbed your hand and had literally dragged you inside, a severe and fake confident look on his still white face, which is not deceiving anyone and especially not you. The hand in yours was covered in sweat, even through the gloves he wore, and if he hadn't held you so tightly you knew it would be shaking again.

• Guess the rest of the story

• Well ok, I'll help you a bit.

• Long story short, you just didn't know that a man could reach such octaves when he screamed. At the end of the visit, your ears were dead. Either because of the music and ambient sounds, OR and OBVIOUSLY because of a certain redhead.

• "Aaaaaaah"

• "Save me I'm begging you"

• "Heeeeelp"

• "I'll do whatever you waaaaaant"

• Etc., etc.

• A certain redhead who had been screaming in your ears all along, in a high pitched voice that had twisted your eardrums: If they weren't pierced by the end of the visit, that was pure luck.

• Very surprisingly, the ride's exit was anything but glorious, especially for one of you (spoiler: Chuuya). Clinging to you, shaking like a leaf, having lost its precious pride somewhere in the house, most likely in the hands of some ghost or vampire which crossed your path.

• In the next few days, you and your colleagues had to be extremely careful about what you were doing near Chuuya. One small gesture in his peripheral vision, and you were good to go straight to the hospital.

• If no one understood the reason for Chuuya's behavior, despite the fact that it was common for the redhead to be gruff in all circumstances, you would. But he made you swear on your life that, if you told anyone, he would make you regret it.

• In the meantime, nothing prevented you from having fun scaring him as soon as possible, taking great care each time to stay at a safe distance from him, so as not to risk receiving a rock in your face. As soon as you had managed to make him scream in fear, you ran away, dodging the stones he threw at you with agility.

• When you got serious, you were much worse than Dazai when it came to pissing him off and driving him crazy.

• Glad he didn't think to use his ability in the haunted house...

~

Atsushi

• No one really knew how or why you ended up here. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that, considering his chaotic past, Atsushi had never had the chance to have some fun at a fair?

• He wanted to do everything, taste everything, and if he had had enough money you were sure he would have bought the whole gift shop. But, when he checked his wallet, right after paying the fair's entrance for both of you, as he insisted to do so, that had been a tragedy.

• The poor purse was painfully empty. Unable to see the young boy this depressed, and thus losing the magnificent smile he's been having when coming here, you took out your own money and paid him a stuffed tiger, with the logo of the park printed on one paw.

• Atsushi's eyes were brighter than ever, even more amazed than a small child's, who was discovering such a magical universe for the first time.

• Neither you nor Atsushi were known for your incredible courage. When you'd attended horror story night with the agency's other members, you'd spent it huddled together, shaking in fear.

• But hey, it was better to try than die stupid, right? It was this thought that convinced you to enter this infamous haunted house, huddled together and already shaking in apprehension, even though nothing had really begun yet.

• "I-if you're s-scared you can hold my h-hand..."

• You couldn't answer much to this oh so adorable sentence, your teeth already chattering with fear at the mere sight of this long corridor with black walls on which just was put a bloody red light.

• But you didn't need him to repeat it to accept his proposition. And you were right, by the way.

• A few meters later, while the sound effects, the music and the other visitors' distant screams echoed. A monster appeared at the corner, at the end of the corridor, you would have fainted right here, right now, if there was no Atsushi to carry you. Him and the stuffed animal you bought him, which he hugged so tightly that it was miraculous that it was still in one piece.

• It's useless to say, you've never run so fast in your life. You had even sprinted past the other visitors, who were way ahead of you, who were much more afraid of you two than the rest of the haunted house, honestly.

• Mostly because of the sceams of terror you were letting out, actually.

• Then, at the turn of another corridor, while you were wondering when this hell would end, you finally saw the exit. At this point, Atsushi was practically carrying you in his arms, while yours were wrapped around his neck, and you were both shouting in chorus.

• The soft and soothing breeze of the outside welcomes you both like a deliverance. Exhausted, you had literally collapsed on the ground, under the people's amused and puzzled look.

• "Never again".

• "I was going to say it", Atsushi had answered you between two arduous breaths.

• But, while everything seemed to be back to normal, fate obviously hadn't finished bothering you yet. As you were about to leave, wishing to do a less "horrific" attraction, Atsushi froze in place, forcing you to stop too and stare at him without understanding.

• "I...I lost the stuffed animal..."

• You stared at each other without saying anything for long seconds. Before coming back to reality, and realizing.

• You knew that the trouble only started. You assured him that you would buy him another one, but it seems that you just misunderstood the boy. That was a gift from you, which you were kind enough to buy him with your money, he certainly wasn't going to leave it behind.

• And since you didn't have the heart to let him go back in this inferno alone, you had no choice but to accompany him.

• Hostilities were just (re)starting.

• At the end of the day, you might as well say that you had no intention of setting foot in such a place anymore. NEVER. AGAIN.

~

Dazai

• It was obviously Dazai who wanted to enter this place at first.

• And this despite your many refusals, of course. You had already tried, in the past, to visit a haunted house, and you absolutely did not like it. Not at all.

• But the brunette's incessant whining got on your nerves, especially when he started catching the other people's attention, yelling that you didn't love him and were breaking his little heart, all fragile.

• So it was largely in order to make the guy shut up that you had agreed to enter this damn place with him.

• What came next was a big joke.

• Dazai literally went from being a whining child to a guy who never asked for anything, and who wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. At some point, he even blamed you, the brunette accusing you of dragging him here against his will and that you liked to see him suffer.

• In the end, Dazai had spent the entire visit clinging to you, and, if you hadn't reminded him that he weighed like a grown man (which he technically was), he would have gladly settled in your arms, to go through the last corridors of this hellish house.

• Finally, and after an eternity, the luminous sign announcing the exit was in sight. Exhausted from having to drag your "friend", you welcomed this news with the same enthusiasm as if you had just witnessed a miracle.

• Finally, you were free.

• Then, when you were about to turn around and tell Dazai that it was all over, and that he could let go of you and open his eyes, you didn't have the heart to chase him away.

• He was moaning like a puppy in absolute distress, his hands firmly clinging to your waist, his face buried in your shoulder. This visit must have really frightened him into not wanting to let go of you like this, and seeing him like that you would gladly forgive him for what he did to get into that haunted house in the first place.

• With a soft voice, you therefore reassured him the best you could, slowly stroking his brown hair to soothe him, taking his hand in yours, not letting go and leading him towards the cotton candy's stands, just to make him forget all these misadventures.

• During the rest of the day, he did not leave you alone, and remained stuck to you like a mussel to its rock (yes, I dared to make this comparison). You almost felt bad for giving in to his incessant demands, almost guilty.

• But, what you didn't know, is that deep down he was smiling with all his teeth and giggling in a Machiavellian way. Why?

• Because, decidedly, he was a hell of a good actor.

• It was wrong, he knew it (even if he honestly didn't care much about it), but to receive the privilege of being taken care of like this, he was ready to do anything...especially from a pretty girl.

• He was a thousand times scarier than any of the monsters in that haunted house...

[mydollsaregay]

new ag historical releases, let's go!!!!

nanea

nanea's volunteer outfit is $36 and her care kit accessories are $40.

nanea got an outfit that is both cute and story-relevant (according to some other folks, i haven't gotten to her books yet)! that's pretty hype, man! this is a pretty cute fit - it comes in multiple parts (shirt, skirt with suspenders, and tie), which is a bonus, too. it's not 100% my style, but i'll definitely be picking it up at some point (i'll likely wait for a sale, though). the only thing i actively dislike is her bow barette. it's not that i think it's historically inaccurate or anything (i don't think it's inaccurate, but idk), i just am personally not a fan of plastic bows. that's fine though, i'll just replace it with a ribbon.

now, nanea's accessories on the other hand are OUTSTANDING. all the little items are so incredibly cute. my only wish would be for less plastic, and real leather instead of faux leather, but that ain't happening in this era of ag. i love all the little items, and i love that the flashlight really works! i'll definitely be picking this up.

maryellen

maryellen's 2-in-1 outfit is $36, her dinner accessories are $36, and her stove is $125.

maryellen received a new playsuit outfit, finally!!! i'm so excited to have more clothes for her that it looks like she can actually play in! it's really cute, too. it's not my favorite color scheme for her, unfortunately, but i can work with it. i still think her originally vacation playsuit and her strawberry outfit are superior (and suit her coloring better), but this is plenty cute.

her accessories and stove are cute enough, but just not for me. i don't really have anything else to say about them.

melody

melody's salon outfit is $36, her salon accessories are $40, and her salon chair set is $150.

melody's got pants! i love a historical outfit with pants, and this is no exception. once again, the color scheme isn't my most favorite, but it's still super cute. i'll definitely be getting it when i have a chance. i'm also just. so relieved that the poor girl isn't getting cubed. i was worried, with the lack of releases, but this makes me very happy to see.

her salon accessories are bit steep for having no complex pieces, imo. i'd be interested in having them for my melody, but if i don't get the chance to pick them up, it'll be fine. i don't do a lot of different haristyles on my dolls, so i'm not really the target audience here. i do love that the instruction booklet for the hairstyles is made to look like it's from the 60's as well. if this set goes on a major sale, i'll pick it up then.

i'm shocked and pleased that our girl melody got a major play set! it's a pretty cool set. those magazines are awesome, though it's a shame they're gated behind such a big ticket item. the hot comb is so fun. idk how this set will do, but i'm glad ag though melody was worth it. (kinda sad when that's surprising to me but. these are the times we live in.)

overall

i am very happy with this release! i think there's a lot here to please both kids and collectors. i can see myself picking up all of the outfits and most of the accessories at some point, given sales, reward points, gift certificates, etc. I'm not interested in the big ticket items or maryellen's cooking accessories, but that's fine. they aren't meant for me.

while i think all of the outfits are cute, they do follow the color scheme of recent ag releases: they all look a bit like they got run through a "pastel-izer" machine. i get that pastels are fun and cute, (and they likely sell well considering ag keeps doing em), but i'd love a bit more variety. i'm hoping it's a "springtime release" thing, and we might get some more saturated/deeper/darker colors on a historical release this fall or winter. honestly, im also just hoping we get ANY historical release this fall or winter.

things had been pretty quiet with historicals for quite some time before this drop, and tariffs are going to start kicking in sometime soon, so i am going to continue to expect the worst while hoping for the best.

in the end, this release is pretty great!

[deepestnightcolor]

https://www.tumblr.com/forrest-onfire/749854472357953536/so-ive-got-the-date-night-redux-mod-for-sdv-and

saw this and thought of you immediately!! it sounds so cute

ᴀ/ɴ: First of all, thank you SO MUCH for thinking of me! I tried my best with this one, and I hope you will enjoy it! I think I got a little carried away, hehe... Thank you for your time and thoughts, love!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 4182 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: sloppy sex, unprotected sex, teasing, despair, semi public sex, Sam still has a dick piercing (fight me), drool, biting, mentions of oral (male receiving)

☾ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ☽

Being a farmer was in direct relation to being incredibly busy. Getting up early every morning; caring for all the hungry mouths that needed to be fed, tending to crops that either required watering or harvesting. Sure, your husband, Sam, was often of great help, getting up even before you to give you a hand, but that didn’t mean you could just relax for the rest of the day. A livelihood needed to be made, after all. Sadly, being a farmer also meant that you hardly ever had time to come up with ideas for dates. You tried really hard to compensate for that with thoughtful gifts or tasty dinners for your husband, yet still, sometimes you wished it was different.

That was also why your heart had leaped in your throat when Sam stopped you as you were just about to leave the house. Green-blue eyes sparkling at you with the excitement they always held when he came up with a new project or idea as he asked you on a date to camp out in the woods. “I will get everything ready; you and your cute ass just have to show up,” he had smiled. And how could you have said no to that? There was no way in hell you could have done that either way, but now he underlined his words with that cute little pout he used when he tried to convince you of something (often of something stupid, you had to admit). Instead, you had wrapped Sam in a tight hug and kissed his cheek, then his lips as you said yes, leaving the man on the porch with a bounce in your step.

And really, Sam was so proud of himself for coming up with the idea. It was going to be perfect, he found. So right after you had vanished in the barn to begin with your daily routine, he shouldered the heavy backpack that contained everything he would need to make his way to Cindersap forest.

He chose the spot close to the river, making sure to be far enough from both Leah’s and Marnie’s homes – after all, he wanted you all to himself tonight. He dropped the rucksack to the earthy ground, excitement rushing in his veins when he pulled out the bag that contained the tent. The user manual was the first thing that smiled at him when he opened the sack, but why would he, Sam, need a user manual? It was just a tent, after all. Pitching it would be self-explanatory, right? And besides, how hard could it be? Those wilderness explorer kids he sometimes saw on TV could do it, so…

It turned out that it was way fucking harder than it looked and those wilderness kids were probably a scam. At least that was what Sam’s bruised ego would have liked to believe, given the fact that he had dropped the metal bars on his toes more than once already and that he had even gotten himself caught in the canvas that was supposed to offer the two of you shelter tonight. Sam was huffing and puffing as he finally managed to untangle himself from the fabric, sweat glistening on his forehead. Where the fuck was the user manual when he needed it? He lifted the canvas again, only to be met with the pile of metal laughing at him. Why did a tent even need this many bars? It was a tent, not a mansion, for fuck’s sake! What had he been looking for again? Right, the manual. He lifted the backpack off the ground, letting out a relieved huff as he saw the booklet resting right beneath it. He was just about to reach out for it, yet a gust of wind proved itself to be faster. The booklet was picked up by the invisible force and dropped in the cool of the river. As if to add insult to injury, Sam was able to watch it drift along the stream, slowly vanishing out of his field of vision. Exhausted, he allowed himself to drop on his butt, hollering as the hard metal bars met his tailbone. What the fuck was this tent’s problem? He got up again to give it a good kick, just to regret it when his toes actually hit the hard material – even he had to admit that he could have guessed that outcome.

A glance at his phone revealed that it was nearing ten AM, and the tent didn’t even have the decency to be halfway pitched. The blond decided that harder measures were needed. Pulling out his phone again, he searched for the only solution he could think of: “Dad? Can you teach me to pitch a tent?”

Sam’s father had appeared surprisingly fast, and after getting the first few questions out of the way -very good questions, admittedly, like why he was trying to pitch a tent at ten in the morning, and where the manual was –, the tent found its master. Kent was quick in setting it up; it didn’t even take him half an hour. Sam was watching in disbelief as his father worked because he made it look as easy as it seemed on TV. “We will practise that again,” Kent offered, smacking his son on the back affectionately. “So you don’t need to call me out here again.” A grin was plastered on the otherwise stern face. “Treat her well tonight.” Sam was left blushing in the Cindersap forest as Kent made his way back home, the blond staring at tonight’s shelter. “Why the hell wouldn’t you act that way for me?”

After staring some more daggers at his newfound mortal enemy, your husband decided there was no more use in crying over spilled milk. You would arrive in about six hours, and Sam wanted this to be perfect. He carefully put up the fairy lights he had brought before he began working on the fireplace for tonight. He had brought a pot and some veggies, hoping he would be able to make a good stew for later. The rest of his plan was executed more smoothly, especially since he didn’t have to make a fire from scratch but instead had the support of his lighter.

“Sam, wow,” a voice, so soft, so full, completely in awe came from behind him. He quickly dropped the ladle he had used to stir the stew, turning around to see the love of his life. His heart swelled in his chest, seeing you like this. You had put on a dress and Yoba did you look pretty. You always did, of course. But every now and then he had moments where the realization of just how pretty you were sunk in for him; hitting him like a ton of bricks at full speed. Sometimes it overwhelmed him, to know that you, you of all people were married to him; it made him want to kick his legs, jump around, holler out the excitement that squeezed his heart in a grip full of love. He pulled you in his chest and kissed your head, allowing himself to take in this moment and quietly thank you for showing up. You felt so right in his arms, and Yoba, he would have done anything for you, just to see the look of happiness on your face. Just so you could catch a glimpse of how much he loved you.

“Come on, I made dinner,” he smiled, leading you to the fireplace. He pulled out two bowls from his rucksack – for once it seemed that Sam hadn’t forgotten anything – filling it with the hot stew that he had been preparing ever since he had been done with setting up. The two of you cuddled up near the fire as you took the first sip, a small moan leaving your lips at the taste. If Sam knew how to do something, he always managed to rock it. This stew was a recipe both he and you knew inside out, and yet it always amazed you how delicious it turned out when he cooked it. Sam was so full of pride and love that he felt himself ready to burst. When your head rested on his shoulder, he knew he had done everything right; and fuck, how he wanted to please you. Dinner was mostly silent aside from the sound of you humming happily as you did that little bobbing motion you always did when you were happy about food. It was those little things that had made Sam fall for you hard and that had him in an iron grip even after a year of marriage.

The bowls were long empty as the sun had finally settled in its bed behind the hills, but your head was still comfortably resting on Sam’s shoulder. The blond had his arm wrapped around you tightly, fingers brushing through your hair. He was mindlessly picking up pebbles off the ground as he held you, flicking them into the river. Some bounced across the surface, which always managed to get you to coo out in awe. “You know, I never figured out how to skip rocks,” you murmured into the silence of the night. Sam gasped at your confession, eyes immediately snapping down to you. “You didn’t?” “Nope. I tried once or twice, but my rocks always sank right away.” “That will definitely change tonight.” There was no time to protest because Sam had pulled you to your feet faster than you could have reacted. Just mere seconds later you were standing near the river, pressed up against your husband’s chest with a flat rock in your hand. Sam pulled your hand back gently, just to guide it forward, sending the rock bouncing over the water. “Oh wow, what the-“ you laughed, tipping your head back so you could look up at him. How was someone being so undeniably cute fair? “Now you try,” Sam urged, but what he didn’t expect was the feeling of your ass grinding into his dick as you suddenly bent down, picking up a rock that seemed flat enough to be skippable. “Like this?” You asked, pulling your hand back and then twisting it forward, just like he had shown you. The rock had the mercy to bounce twice before sinking with an audible plop.

“I did it!” You called out, jumping up and down on your heels. Sam wanted to be excited for you, seriously, he tried! But the pressing and grinding of your ass against his crotch was… a distraction.  One that made his cock stir against the fabric of his jeans. “You did it!” He strained, only barely able to hold back the moan at the tip of his tongue as you bent down again. This time your ass was flush against him, having his head roll back. Sam had always been down bad for you, and Yoba did you feel good. He knew you probably had figured out by now that he was hard and that this was part of a little game, but did he care? No.

His hands wrapped around your waist, and it took him nothing but mere seconds to pull him flush into his chest again. With a strong grip on your hipbones, he thrusted forward, allowing himself to inflict friction on you this time around. His voice was husky as it met your ear, and you could feel the smile that was plastered on his lips as you shuddered against him. “I know rock skipping is fun once you’ve got it figured out, but I have got something that could be much more fun.” “Oh, do you now?” It was a weak attempt at biting back, yet there was no way to blame you. Sam’s erection was now grinding between your legs, and you could already feel that delicious cock entering you, drooling all over your squishy walls. You could feel the metal of his piercing bump against you while he fucked into you, praising how good you took him. You could already hear his shaky little whines that always escaped him when he mindlessly and sloppily bucked his hips into you, always like a bitch in heat. It was undeniable that you could feel yourself growing wet, your clit throbbing under that arousal that ran down your spine. You hadn’t thought your teasing would bear fruit so quickly, yet your mouth was able to do much better things, you believed. Like shamelessly bellowing out that shaky moan as Sam rubbed against you much faster, with much more vigour as his hands held you to him with an iron grip. Sam’s thoughts were definitely going in the same direction, his head tipped back, your question long forgotten. He wasn’t even ashamed that he was rutting against you out in the open, illuminated by the innocence of the fairy lights he had put up just hours before. Your moans simply were so delicious, so precious. He could have fed on them for hours, starving as he was. Usually, Sam would have taken you right then and there, not minding if your screams awoke the whole valley. Though tonight, he didn’t feel like sharing.

Sam’s body moved backward to the tent, one of his hands always staying on your hip bone, as the other simply began to tug and rip at your clothes. He simply didn’t have time to be careful with how incredibly hard he was for you, his heart thundering with both arousal and love for you. “Sam!” You gasped out as you heard the seams of your shirt rip, but a muffled “sorry” had to suffice. After all his lips were busy kissing all over your neck as he dragged you to the tent, a set of sharp fangs sinking into your freshly exposed shoulder while his other hand worked on undoing your pants. The urgency within his movements finally made you snap into motion, the fingers that had been curling in the fabric of Sam’s blue jacket now finally working on discarding the bothering piece of clothing.

When the two of you finally stumbled into the tent both of you were breathless, and you were already half naked. Sam clumsily zipped the tent shut, before slowly turning around to you. You had already dropped to your knees on the ground, looking up at your husband with those big doe eyes of yours that he had fallen in love with. He let out a shaky breath, roughened-up palm reaching out to pin back a loose strand of hair. He had to close his eyes for a second when you leaned your head into him; the feeling of love that rushed through him was almost unbearable. “Sam,” you suddenly cooed, your own palms reaching for the tent – that one he had been able to pitch easily – in his pants, “I...I am so wet. Please, please hurry.” It was a mere murmur, but one that sent his stomach into tight twists. He knew his cock was leaking in his boxers, the wettened fabric clung to the shaft in a way that had him embarrassed. Sam licked his lips as he unbuckled his belt, half-opening his eyes to see the look of anticipation on your face. And really, your eyes were glued to his crotch as you rocked your own against your legs. He really was the luckiest man on earth, wasn’t he? Being gifted with a literal angel. He allowed his pants to pool around his ankles, his boxers soon following suit. Sam almost stumbled as he tried to approach you, but your hands on his hips guided him into a steady position. The sweet smile you gave him made his pierced tip leak more globs of pre-cum – at least he hoped it was only pre-cum. He had to hold himself together, to feel your sweet, wet cunt clench around him, hug his dick like a glove. Which, again, was harder than he had deemed it to be, especially now that your tongue darted out and pressed flat against his tip, just to turn to kitten-licks in an attempt to clean him up. His breath was already shaky in his throat, and he was surprised he was able to inhale air with how tight his whole body felt already. “Fuck, babe, no- I- I asked you on a date,” he tried, lowering himself to his knees. He was surprised you didn’t whine as he took in a criss-crossed sitting position, though he soon found out it was only because you busied yourself with getting on his lap. You had pulled off your panties by now, the fabric hanging loosely between your teeth.

“Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?” Sam breathed, leaning forward to grip the string of lace between his own teeth, just to drop them on his lap in favour of kissing you. The kiss was hard and sloppy, teeth clattering against teeth as your tongues licked at one another’s. The moan you two shared made Sam shiver, his cock so painfully hard this felt like the most pleasurable torture on earth. His hands reached for your pretty tits, only to find them still held up by your bra. Your husband grunted into the kiss; a sound of dismay while his hand reached around your back. You could feel his fingers work against his skin, and just seconds later your breasts bounced free. After all, if Sam had acquired a skill, he was good at it. “Pretty, pretty wife,” he whispered against your lips, tugging on the lower one gently. “Fuck, I love you so much, baby. So, so much,” he murmured. You giggled into the silence of the night, but the sound quickly shifted into one of a moan as the blond’s lips wrapped around a perky nipple. You needed Sam; you needed him so, so badly. Your mind had been whirring for him all day, and now you could feel him; smell him, touch him. Usually, it was Sam’s patience running thin, but this time it was yours. You lifted your hips while your fingers wrapped around the base of the man’s heated up shaft, guiding the leaking tip to your drooling hole. It was like you froze Sam in place, his lips still wrapped around your nipple, but his tongue did no longer swirl around it. He was too busy moaning your name, the high-pitch in his voice only turning you on more. Fuck, he really tried to give you the reins tonight, but you were so wet already and your pretty sweet pussy was clenching around him already, as if it attempted to pull him in. He would have been an absolute monster if he didn’t oblige! He needed to, or he would go up the wall. “Saaam!” the whine was long and drawn out as he bucked upwards, his thribbin g dick gliding along your walls. And he had to swallow down the dryness ruling in his throat caused by that glorious sound, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down at the strained motion of his throat. He loved you. Shit, he loved you so, so much- and he simply couldn’t resist. His hips moved upwards, the stretch his length caused only making his eyes roll back. You always felt so perfect around him, and it never did not feel like a betrayal when he had to pull out of you. He could have stayed forever like this, buried to the hilt inside of your beautiful cunt. Yet your hips shifted upwards, and he could slowly feel the tightness wrapping around him so snugly vanishing. This time it was Sam who whined until he felt you slide down on him again. He had to keep himself from fucking into you whenever you lifted your hips, so his arms wrapped around your hips tightly. “That’s my girl,” he cooed, his head thrown back, just for him to crane it forward in an attempt to catch your bouncing breast. “Takin’ me so well again, aren’t you?” His words were already slurred; feeling you around him like this just always had him so incredibly pussy-whipped. He could hear the wetness of your pussy squelching around him in protest whenever you moved upwards, and your moans just mixed so beautifully with that sound. Sam knew he was big; he knew it was always a stretch for you and that it never was easy to take him, but you just fucking did. Fucking yourself on him the way you liked, looking like an absolute goddess as you were bouncing on his lap.

The greenish blue of his eyes was filled with admiration, neigh worship spreading out in the sea of them. And the way you looked down at him – eyes holding the same love for him he felt for you, freckles of lust having them glazed over. He could have cum from nothing but looking at you, yet your pretty pussy felt so incredibly good around him, too. He barely was able to breathe as the cocktail of emotion swirled around in his blood, a trail of drool leaving at least a trace of all these feelings on your chest. “That’s my girl, my good, good girl. Think you can- ah- think you can handle me a little faster?” The beg that was underlying in his words was obvious; Sam simply wasn’t ashamed to beg. His arms were still pressing you to his body as you rocked back and forth, your jaw slack when you felt his pierced tip bump into your sweet spot. And it felt so incredibly good around him, feeling you leak all over him, moaning out his name in a sense of pride, with so much need accompanying these pathetic little sounds. The more high-pitched they grew, the closer you were. Sam knew it- and he just couldn’t hold back anymore. His hips snapped upwards while you rocked yours, tearing that cry from you that never failed to make his world go black. He himself was teetering incredibly close to the edge; each clench around his shaft, each begging whine of his name, each brush of your hands along his neck, soon to be followed by your lips leaving reddening spots behind; it all pushed him closer. His thumb found your clit to rub sweet little circles on, his lower lip now bitten in an attempt to keep himself from filling you to the brim. Not yet, he told himself; he had that carnal need to make you cum first. “Sam! Babe! Oh, fuck!  I am going to- I need to-“ A sob escaped you before you could silence it by biting down on his shoulder, yet the whimper that left your husband only made the twists in your tongue tighten. The blond wasn’t able to produce words anymore, only your name left his wettened lips. A trace of drool ran down his chin, tongue lolling out as he licked down along your cleavage, thumb unwilling to come to a halt on the throbbing bundle of nerves. The whisper of your name, so full of…everything, simply was too much for you. The knot in your stomach snapped, making you shoot upwards and press into Sam, your thighs shaking as they wrapped around his tender hips. You were sobbing quietly while your orgasm rocked through your body like a storm tormenting the sea. You were barely even able to feel how tight you clenched around your husband, who struggled to aim his sloppy thrusts upwards. “Saham!” You cried when his tip bullied further into you, earning a groan in response. “Fuck- shit, so tight,” he yapped, only managing one last buck upwards before he himself came undone.

Only your name left his lips in tiny whimpers as ropes of cum painted your walls, his eyes halfway closed as he tried to overcome the wave of pleasure that seemed to take a never-ending hold on him. His hips were still giving tiny thrusts upwards, unable to hold still under the pressure of his orgasm. You were still sobbing against his neck as his hips finally halted, sloppy thrusts having milked everything out of him he had. And you were full – so fucking full of your husband’s cum that mixed with yours.

Your head tiredly dropped against Sam’s chest, shaky breath nothing but an effort to ground yourself. Sam wasn’t in much better shape; his body still quivered from the orgasm that had just wrecked through him. Still, that didn’t keep him from beginning to run his fingers through your hair, tiny little “I love you”s were sent your way as soon as he had been able to find the words. Sam kissed your head, giving himself permission to slowly drop back onto the sleeping bag that he had brought, his arms locked around you still.

The two of you lay there for a while, allowing the sounds of the night to wrap around you like a warm blanket, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms.

“Take me on dates more often?” “Fuck yes.”

[mirensiart]

fun little tidbit for your wind is fucking dead au but I’m fairly certain rulie can also see ghosts

he has a item (literally a Christian cross lmao) in aol that lets him see moa (which are described as ghosts in the games instruction booklet)

not sure if any of the others can see ghosts given I’m not as obsessed with the characters tho lol

as far as i know, time has the lens of truth that let's him see ghosts and other stuff, twilight can see ghosts and other stuff as wolfie and wild can see ghosts occasionally (taking into account only botw not totk)

and well, wind too can see ghosts

i KNOW you fight a ghost army in hyrule warriors but i wouldn't necessarily say wars can see ghosts since his entire army can see those ghosts which probably means the ghosts manifested themselves ala the ghost army from LOTR and not like an inherent skill of wars'

hyrule's kinda canon christianism is so funny though, like i know they mostly did it as an aesthetic thing, but the implications are hilarious! but yes, i remember reading he can use a cross to see ghosts which is the funniest concept ever (hyrule @ wind: the power of christ compels you!!!)

if my memory serves me right, then sky can't see ghosts nor has any item to help him see them

I'm unsure about four+ legend though 🤔