#corrective eyewear

[pglasses]

Corrective Eyewear: The Importance of Corrective Eyewear

Corrective Eyewear and Why You Should Check Out Papaglasses.com

Have you ever struggled to read the fine print on a menu or squinted to try to make out street signs in the distance? If so, you're not alone. Millions of people worldwide experience vision problems that require corrective lenses to see clearly. In this blog post, we'll explore the necessity of corrective eyewear and why you should consider papaglasses.com for your next pair of glasses or contact lenses.

Understanding Vision Problems

Vision problems can arise for various reasons, including refractive errors, age-related changes, and underlying health conditions. Refractive errors are the most common cause of vision impairment, affecting how light enters and focuses on the retina.

Myopia (nearsightedness), hyperopia (farsightedness), and astigmatism are the three primary types of refractive errors. Myopia occurs when light focuses in front of the retina, causing distant objects to appear blurred. Hyperopia is the opposite, where light focuses behind the retina, making nearby objects appear blurry. Astigmatism results from an irregular curvature of the cornea or lens, causing distorted or blurred vision at all distances.

The Importance of Corrective Eyewear

Corrective eyewear, such as glasses or contact lenses, is essential for individuals with refractive errors or other vision problems. By correcting the way light enters and focuses on the retina, corrective lenses improve visual acuity, reduce eye strain, and prevent potential complications associated with untreated vision problems.

Improved Visual Clarity

The primary benefit of corrective eyewear is improved visual clarity. Whether you're reading a book, working on a computer, or driving, clear vision is crucial for productivity, safety, and overall quality of life. Corrective lenses ensure that light is focused precisely on the retina, providing sharp and crisp vision.

Reduced Eye Strain and Headaches

Uncorrected vision problems can lead to eye strain and headaches, particularly when engaging in visually demanding tasks for extended periods. By wearing corrective eyewear, you alleviate the strain on your eyes, reducing fatigue and discomfort.

Preventative Measure for Future Complications

In some cases, untreated vision problems can contribute to the development of more serious eye conditions or exacerbate existing ones. For instance, individuals with uncorrected myopia may be at a higher risk of developing retinal detachment, glaucoma, or cataracts. By wearing corrective lenses, you can help prevent or delay the progression of these conditions.

Introducing Papaglasses.com

Now that we've established the importance of corrective eyewear, let's introduce you to papaglasses.com – a leading online retailer of high-quality glasses and contact lenses.

Wide Selection of Frames and Lenses

At papaglasses.com, you'll find a vast selection of stylish frames and lens options to suit your individual needs and preferences. From classic designs to trendy styles, their collection caters to diverse tastes and face shapes. Additionally, they offer various lens types, including single vision, bifocal, and progressive lenses, ensuring optimal vision correction for every customer.

Affordable Prices

One of the standout features of papaglasses.com is their commitment to providing affordable eyewear without compromising quality. By cutting out the middleman and operating an online business model, they can offer competitive prices on both frames and lenses, making corrective eyewear accessible to a wider range of customers.

Convenient Online Shopping Experience

In today's fast-paced world, convenience is key. Papaglasses.com offers a seamless online shopping experience, allowing you to browse, select, and purchase your desired eyewear from the comfort of your own home or on the go. Their user-friendly website and easy navigation make the process hassle-free.

Virtual Try-On Feature

One of the unique features of papaglasses.com is their virtual try-on technology. This innovative tool allows you to upload a photo of yourself and virtually try on different frame styles, ensuring you find the perfect pair that complements your face shape and personal style.

Quality Assurance and Customer Support

At papaglasses.com, quality is a top priority. They partner with reputable manufacturers and use high-grade materials to ensure the durability and longevity of their products. Additionally, their dedicated customer support team is available to assist you with any questions or concerns, providing personalized service throughout your shopping experience.

Corrective eyewear is essential for maintaining clear vision, reducing eye strain, and preventing potential complications associated with untreated vision problems. By investing in quality glasses or contact lenses, you're not only improving your overall visual experience but also prioritizing your eye health and well-being.

If you're in need of corrective eyewear, consider exploring the wide range of options available at papaglasses.com. With their extensive selection, affordable prices, and convenient online shopping experience, you're sure to find the perfect pair of glasses or contact lenses to suit your needs and style preferences. Don't compromise on your vision – visit papaglasses.com today and embark on a journey toward clearer, more comfortable vision.

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[jmdbjk]

Imma need a spreadsheet

to keep up with them... Argentina... Qatar... fuck. Who’s next and where are they going?

[courtsopticaljamaica]

A Friendly Guide to Buying Your First Pair of Glasses

Guide to Buying Your First Pair of Glasses

Eyeglasses are one of the most used solutions for refractive errors of the eyes such as myopia and hyperopia. However, today, glasses for eyes are more than just a tool for vision correction. They are also a fashion accessory that is used to express our unique personality and style. If you are all set to buy your new pair of glasses, here are a few useful tips to help you find the right one.

Right eyeglass frame for your face shape: Different eyeglass frames complement different face shapes like a magical makeover! For round faces, angular frames might be apt and for oval faces almost anything works! Try out different frame types to figure out which one works for you the best.

Eyeglass frame materials: Eyeglass frames come in all sorts of materials like metal, plastic and acetate. Metal is light and durable, plastic is colourful and fun, and acetate is a hypoallergenic material.

Eyeglasses that go well with your lifestyle: Considering your lifestyle needs is important when it comes to picking up eyeglasses. If you’re an active soul, get the ones with flexible frames. If you go to the office and work in a professional environment, pick up a pair that looks chic and sophisticated.

Lens options for glasses: Like eyeglass frames, the lenses too come in a variety of materials. Some common ones include CR-39 that are lightweight, affordable and good for low prescriptions. Polycarbonate is high impact-resistant and ideal for sports or safety glasses. Trivex is similar to polycarbonate but with better optical quality.

Budget: Eyeglasses come in all price ranges, therefore, you must set a budget before you head to your eyewear store in Jamaica. Consider factors mentioned above like frame and lens materials to help you decide how much you would like to spend on a new pair of glasses. Balancing quality with affordability is key. You can also explore discounts and promotional deals on eyeglasses in Jamaica.

Your eyeglass frames become a part of personal style, while the lenses offer clear vision. Sleek or bold, classic or trendy, the options are many. So, take your time and get a pair that reflects your unique identity and helps you navigate through your days with style and confidence.

[tatumeyecare]

Choosing the Right Eyewear: A Guide to Frames, Lenses, and Styles

Discover the art of selecting perfect eyewear! Dive into our comprehensive guide on frames, lenses, and styles for a stylish and clear visionAre you feeling overwhelmed by the vast eyewear options available? Don’t worry; we’ve got you covered! Choosing the right eyewear is not just about fashion; it’s about functionality and clarity too. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll walk you through the intricate world of frames, lenses, and styles.Frames: Finding Your Perfect FitThe first step in choosing the right eyewear is selecting the perfect frame. Consider your face shape, lifestyle, and personal style. Whether you prefer classic, trendy, or quirky, our guide will help you find frames that not only enhance your features but also complement your personality.Lenses: Seeing ClearlyUnderstanding the different lens options is crucial for optimal vision. From single vision to progressive lenses, we break down the pros and cons to help you make an informed decision. Say goodbye to blurry vision and hello to crystal-clear sight!Styles: Making a StatementEyewear is a fashion statement, and we’ll guide you on how to make the right one. Explore the latest trends, timeless classics, and niche styles that suit your taste. Whether you need glasses for work, play, or both, our style tips will keep you looking sharp.Tatum Eyecare is North Phoenix’s premier family eye care center. We’ve spared no expense to create the most pleasant, comfortable patient experience… including the finest furnishings, the best selection of prescription eyeglass frames, the most cutting-edge technology, and the most outstanding team of industry professionals. Come see why the choice for family eye care in the Valley has never been clearer.

[dinasilvertongue]

(Mind you, this one could also turn out to be a dead end…. The other chapter was less eventful, but it continued the narrative more seamlessly—so that made them even…. Usually, my choice is pretty clear because one chapter just wins out over the rest—but this is the second time when two competing chapters have equal dis/advantages that make them kind of even, so I can’t decide…)

[eyewearfashiontips]

The Best-Selling Women's Eyeglasses in 2022

Finding the right pair of glasses can take time and effort. Online eyeglass ordering has significantly improved due to virtual try-on and free frame trials.

Here is a list of the best eyewear brands that crafts classic, stylish and contemporary eyeglasses for modern women.

[giantkillerjack]

You shouldn't get a wheelchair, walker, cane, shower chair, or any kind of assistive technology mobility aid because then you might become dependent on them. Just like how you also shouldn't get glasses if you have bad eyesight because then you might become dependent on those.

For instance, if you end up stuck using corrective eyewear, you could actually lose your ability to tell what things are even when they are extremely blurry! You need to get used to having migraines from seeing unclearly because if you wear glasses all the time, you are basically giving up!! You don't need to see things coming at you from far away! You just need to get good at dodging, and if you can't, then you have no one to blame but yourself!!

For example, I read a really heart-worming article recently about a girl who was stuck using glasses - just absolutely, tragically trapped in her eyewear from dawn to dusk, even though she was good and never ever complained; and I heard she trained herself to discern the blurry faces of her loved ones with 60% accuracy! - she was even able to walk down the aisle at her wedding WITHOUT forcing the discomfort of seeing a woman in glasses on all her guests!!

Sure, she had to give her vows with a splitting headache, and she couldn't see her husband's expression when he said "I do," but overall, SO inspi-ration-al!!! So up-lifting!!

(She didn't even have to use a seeing eye cane, which would have been the worst-case scenario, obviously, because she worked hard to make sure she looked LESS disabled, not MORE disabled!!! Everyone knows blind people exist solely to be a cautionary tale to sighted people!!)

Also, did you know some people get glasses when they only need them a little bit?? How selfish of them! Sure, there's not a shortage, and an increase in demand would result in overall increased accessibility to glasses--but emotionally it's like taking glasses away from someone who needs them more! After all, if everyone who needed glasses got them, then...... um...... more people would have glasses! Which is probably bad!!!!

I also had a friend who was trapped in glasses who saved up all her money for laser eye surgery, and I don't know why everyone doesn't just do that! Sure, some doctors say some people don't "qualify" and it "won't help" those people, but that's why you can't give up!! You don't want to be one of those people!

After all, what's the worst thing that could happen with an unnecessary laser surgery to the face that comes with crippling debt??? It's worth the risk to gain your FREEDOM back, and I'm so proud of my friend!!

Tragically, she did die later that year while driving Uber and squinting at street signs, but at least now I know my friend is finally free from the shackles of her terrible eyesight. #ripAshley #rippedAshley #justripit 😌😌😌❤😇😇😇

And that's why you shouldn't get used to using a mobility aid!! Because, like glasses, they are inherently embarrassing to be seen with; and - like glasses - it is more noble to suffer silently than to depend on unnatural technologies that force you to rely on them; AND - just like glasses - by abstaining from using them, you DEFINITELY benefit SO many people in tangible life-changing ways!!! (Besides, everyone else will be so much more comfortable if you just look normal! 😊)

I hope you learned something today. 💖

[meyousing]

𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠, ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: gojo is always, always getting the wrong idea when it comes to your needs, and worries that you express, but it's just so difficult to correct someone who never thinks that they can be wrong. 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: yandere gojo x reader, nsfw, mentions of past kidnapping/captivity, cheating and manipulation. all sexual nsfw under the cut! <3

Three docile raps against the bedroom door, surely muffled to his ears on the other side from the sheer gentleness of your knuckles, if he was even nearby to begin with. It was almost as if you didn’t want to grab his attention, but you couldn’t wait much longer, these same four walls were beginning to drive you stir-crazy, and the ugly plush toys that he provided months ago could only entertain you for so long. 

“Mhm?” You heard him hum, followed by a quiet thud that you imagined coming from his leaning against the door. 

You jolted softly in surprise, not expecting him to be right there so soon. But you could easily see it; his lazy posture as his torso went limp against the wood like a petulant child–he certainly portrayed the immaturity of one most days. Even as he hummed you could detect a smirk on his lips; promptly shutting your eyes to block out that mental image and how mocking it felt even without the direct intent to.

“I need to pee” you lied, picking at your fingernails and twisting the material of your nightgown nervously, hoping the falsehood would suffice and he would relieve you of the suffocating claustrophobia brought on by this unchanging environment. 

Eventually, you began to understand that Gojo liked having you here as his little side piece; he saw you as nothing more than a pretty plaything, to keep only for himself, even though you were certain that he made time within his busy, busy schedule to partake in his own trysts with all kinds of other people–your thoughts were only made so much worse when he would come home smelling blatantly of another person’s fragrance, or looking a little more dishevelled than he normally should have, even after a genuinely busy, action-filled day. 

 You, on the other hand, were just too pretty to be shared or merely ogled at because he just knew that anyone with eyes would try and claim you for themselves–you had to stay stowed away here, with him, because that could not happen. Yet, that hadn't ever happened back when the Gojo that you knew was actually rational. Nobody had ever approached you when they could very clearly see you two walking hand-in-hand, arm-in-arm, so how could you truly grasp the likelihood of someone else ‘claiming’ you? That would have to be a possibility left entirely to mystery; a thought for you to dwell on for hours when there was nothing else to do while alone in this room. 

Having at least expected a verbal response before the door opened, you stumbled back helplessly as he swung it out suddenly, pressing his weight into the grip he had on the doorknob and standing before you. Your eyes slowly moved up to his, noting the lack of eyewear and cursing the way your stomach knotted when the natural attraction of his features drew you in like a lamb. Of course, the smirk that you suspected him to have was evident–even widening as he noticed your roaming eyes and the way you paused upon the sight of him. As if he wasn’t cocky enough. 

“Are you sure?” He asked mischievously–enragingly.

“Yes.” You tried to watch your tone, tried not to mutter the word in a way that portrayed how annoyed you were from this already too-long interaction that was intended to be as short as possible. But you knew that there was a semblance of snark in the way that your pronunciation of the last letter was rather sharp; a short hiss behind your teeth.

Gojo’s head tilted playfully and his eyebrows lifted, as if his face on its own was saying “I don’t think so!” while he leaned in closer to you, bent at the hips so his nose was immediately before yours without reducing his posture too much. Arrogant.

“I don’t think so,” he retorted lowly. Oh, how much better that he actually said the words too, joining the silence of his expression! You resisted the urge to snarl at him as you made the connection, growing impatient.

“I think I would know if I had to pee, Gojo.”

“Nope.” The way he popped the letter p as he said that made you cringe away, yet he was unrelenting; “I know exactly what you’re trying to do.” His smirk graduated into a grin, and he spoke oh-so confidently.

Your eyes widened only slightly. You weren’t technically doing anything wrong, at least not that badly just yet; lying to him about needing to use the bathroom when you truly didn’t. But he managed to instill guilt within you, making you feel bad for doctoring the truth. How could you go about asking him to just let you out of here for a bit without imagining him taking offence? Or being met with an immediate no, which would crush your spirit too soon. Your mind was still relatively strong even after being here for what felt like quite a while, and you wanted to hold onto that.

“You’d know ‘if you had to’ which means you don’t really need to. So… what is it? What do you really need from me?” He continued and leaned even closer, his words so playfully murmured in such near proximity to you.

He was getting the wrong idea. You knew this, but he was stubborn and thought he knew better than you at the best of times, so if you didn’t rush to convince him a bit harder without admitting the blunt truth, you’d be fucked.

“I-I need to use the bathroom, please,” you said quickly, unable to control the little stutter and immediately seeking a change in his gaze to see if he caught on. 

Of course, he did, chuckling softly under his breath and closing his eyes as he did. You’d only dug yourself deeper.

He stepped forward and you stepped back, effectively trapping yourself between him and the wall behind you as he subtly kicked the bedroom door closed. You felt your throat swell as his hands slid into his pockets, the newfound silence weighing down heavily upon the two of you. Gojo couldn’t help but remedy that quickly; couldn’t help but keep talking.

“I know you too well, Y/N. I think you’re feeling something else down there that you’re a little too shy to outright ask for, aren’t you?”

No, no, no. Absolutely not. 

“N-No–” You struggled to say this out loud though, and that one moment of hesitation did you in. When dealing with someone who always thought that they had the right answer to everything, there wasn’t much you could do anyway. 

“Of course, you won’t admit it to me.” He threw his hands up nonchalantly as if he were just a little exasperated with your apparent reluctance. “I’ve already told you to stop acting so shy… I mean, it’s cute and all, but I like hearing it from you. Doesn’t it feel dirty to be so honest with one another?”

His arms crossed over his chest and he simpered down at you again, taking your lack of a verbal response as a sign of that alleged shyness you seemed to have. 

“Ask me. I want to hear you say it.”

You remained still and your eyes stayed widely trained on him, unwavering despite your internal rage at the way he was so confidently wrong. What’s worse is how you were stuck now, and whatever would follow was inevitable. Would it be easier to just go along with it, despite the way that the mere idea of that was sickening?

“I…” you started but failed to continue when you could see how he watched you in a way that felt rhetorical, like he ‘knew’ that you would just be ‘too shy’ to get the words out. So, so annoying. This was proven further by how he could only giggle and give you no time to finish a word before chiming in once more.

“You…” He drew the word out as you paused, “...caught me in a good mood.” 

Was this statement supposed to preface his decision to suddenly whisk you into his arms and escort you the short few steps to the bed? After placing you down there, he wasted no time in getting on top of you, knocking your knees open with his thighs so he could slot his body between them with enforced ease. Now he was too near. You could cope with his intimidating tilts closer while you stood inches apart without distance ever being shut all the way, but the feeling of his clothed chest rubbing against yours now was a bit much; too indicative of what you could only dread to imagine coming next. Your heart began to race, and he could feel it. 

“Aw, you still can’t help but get a little nervous being with me, can you? How cute, really.”

While his tone was playful, the flash of sin that slid over his gaze didn’t go unnoticed, and sent an anxious chill down your spine. You couldn’t even find room to retort, instantly feeling your muscles go taut once his long fingers traced up your side, slipping under the material of your gown with an ease that came naturally. He felt the way that you tensed, and you felt a twinge of regret for your decision to go braless earlier when his fingertips glided over to your breast so he could tease your nipple, staring into your eyes as he did–watching for a reaction.

The sensitivity inflicted by such a tender caress made your breath catch. When envisioning your fate before; when you had been caught so soon within your lie, you knew that you were done for but you hadn’t imagined that you’d be fucked so literally–grunting softly in uncharacteristic frustration when he pulled away for a moment. 

He raised an eyebrow upon hearing the sound, suppressing a chuckle as his hands moved down to grab the bottom of your gown and start pulling it off of you. You couldn’t help but assist him, keeping your gaze aside so you wouldn’t have to see the knowing look he was surely giving. It was so awful, so horrible that rather than feeling sickened by going along with it, you could only feel internal anticipation. External as well, you supposed, given your lack of hesitation with helping him get you bare. You followed along with ease, like the lost, unguided puppy that he always made you out to be. 

“Rest assured, I’m all yours,” he said with a tone that you knew he intended to make sound genuine, though there was something underlying within it, like he didn’t really mean what he said at all. He would still screw around on you, fuck other people then come home and assert himself over you, disallowing you to even think about doing the same thing, to even think about other people. You felt yourself grimace as you thought about this, frowning while your nightgown was fully lifted up and off of you. He took notice of your expression, and rather than showing concern, he displayed intrigue. 

“Do you not believe me, baby?” was muttered with a ridiculously babied tone that you hated when he used it.

Ugh, stop with that. No. You didn’t believe him. But what would happen if you said that? There was rarely ever room for you to be defiant, Gojo had way too much power over you in so many ways that your obedience went without question, and you didn’t want to find out what he would do if you ever deviated. But right now it felt different—you had a very, very small window of opportunity. For once, you felt compelled to take it. 

“I don’t.” 

He hardly raised his eyebrows, only looking mildly surprised; as if he wasn’t very surprised at all. It was unnerving… what, had he expected you to say that? He, who was so used to hearing immediate fan-girly-toned exclamations of 'Yes, Gojo!', wasn’t even a little shocked by this? He lifted himself off of you a bit, your lower bodies still mostly in contact while he supported himself with hands gripped easily upon your knees.

“Well, why not?” A finger drummed idly against your perched leg, soft reverberations resonating through your femur, making you twitch slightly as the air and room surrounding you two began to feel heavier, and more tense. His tone itself was neither heavy nor tense, yet you felt a sense of dread anyway due to the unknown. Gojo had way too much power over you in so many ways that your obedience went without question. What would happen if he didn’t like what you had to say? You figured that he would certainly dislike a hesitant response after expressing such an atypical opinion, so with that added pressure you sputtered out the first thing that came to your mind, muttered like an absolute fool:

“Y-You always come home smelling like some cheap perfume, and I’ve seen lipstick marks on you before that obviously couldn’t have been from me!” You rambled this like a little outburst, sounding like you were finally relieving yourself from the burden of a thought that’s been weighing on your consciousness.

It only made Gojo smile. Not his usual cocky grin or his knowing little smirk, but a genuine, horribly attractive smile.

“You don’t have to be jealous.”

Of fucking course. You weren’t jealous, per se, you just felt that your being kidnapped and isolated into one room of his house while he forbade you from interacting with any other person may have been a bit unfair when he, on the other hand, could come home all leisurely with extremely blatant evidence of–at the very least–some foreplay-equivalent contact with other people all over his skin and his clothes, if you were to be so presumptuous. How to say this to someone who is so selectively dense, though? 

“It’s not that–”

He shut you up with a kiss, so it didn’t matter. It was a kiss that was neither messy nor rushed like his typical first resort when he wanted a quick fuck, but rather one that was too precise as he tilted his head to deepen it and eased his body back down on top of yours again. His hands slid down the tops of your thighs so he could hold you against him with the utmost affection at his fingertips. It made you shiver, you couldn’t help it. You also couldn’t help the way that you seemed to return his kiss, even as your body remained a bit wound from such an unusual situation and sensation. He pulled back slowly, intimately, almost causing you to follow his movement to prolong the moment. You weren’t dishevelled enough yet for that, but with Gojo, there was always a way for him to gain your reception eventually.  

“Honesty, Y/N.” His voice was a little raspier when he spoke. It sent something hot through you, and you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat when his eyes stared into yours, so heavily lidded, yet you could still see their gorgeous hue peeking through his depigmented lashes. You couldn’t shy away this time, because he was so close and on display. You also still couldn’t find a way to deny your natural attraction to him, unable to avoid falling victim to it in every instance similar to this. But now, with his intentional tenderness, it was that much more difficult–you were so much more malleable, you could tell. 

His demand for honesty made you nod in obedience. This, in turn, made him grin and bring a hand off of your leg so he could run it through your hair. 

“It’s really cute, you know, how you couldn’t outright ask me for this.” His fingers caressed your cheek before gliding down to your neck with a feather-light touch. “But I’m looking forward to the day when you can.” 

His hand remained light, hovering above your ever-rising pulse while he brushed his lips against yours without fully connecting them for a second time. Your breath shuddered when he did this–why did you feel such immense disappointment when he didn’t kiss you again? 

You couldn’t understand what kind of influence he managed to inflict upon you this time, what was so different at this moment–how it drove you to lean up and close that gap to your liking, satisfying the suddenly dire need to feel the plush of his soft lips properly. This managed to surprise Gojo, and he chuckled against you, his hand pressing down further on your skin only so he could stroke it, not adding much pressure for now. He waited until you had your fill, kissing you back until your neck unhinged and you rested against the pillow on your own time. You were the one to pull away, accompanied by a little smooch sound once you two parted fully. 

“Better.” His tone was one of satisfaction, him evidently taking this as your reception to his wish for more incentive on your part; more honesty. 

His hand was faster than you expected when you felt it return to your breast, tweaking an exposed nipple with a bit more force than before, causing a whimper to catch in your throat as you subconsciously arched into the rougher touch. This flustered you, and he took advantage of your state by bringing his free hand between your legs, lifting his hips off of yours so he could slide your panties aside. You only realized this had happened once a small bit of air brushed along your growing wetness, making you shiver and look up at him in mild surprise. He could only offer a conniving grin.

“You want me to touch you here, don't you?” His question was further punctuated by the tracing of his index and middle fingers up and down your pussy lips–not touching anywhere that would stimulate you yet, even in spite of how this still made you shiver. He wanted you to say it, to admit it, to outright ask. You were unfortunate enough to be getting so worked up by mere foreplay that you could no longer find it in yourself to even try and deny him, not when he looked down at you so knowingly. Like always. 

“Y-Yes” you admitted it with a quiet tone, sounding just as shy as he kept making you out to be. Maybe he was right after all, which bothered you. Feeling bothered hardly lasted though, because the immediate gratification from two of his slender fingers pushing into you made your breath catch and your thighs twitch. 

“Good.”

The short replies were odd for Gojo; he who could hardly go a moment without yapping every thought bobbing around in his seemingly empty but deceptively intelligent mind. You were left to believe that such immediate responses were all he could muster while he analyzed you, taking in every bit of information that he could; your physical responses to each unique touch, the pace at which you would reply, how much mental clarity you had left–in other words, the state of malleability you were in. It seemed that you had become putty in his hands now, quite literally. 

It took him no time to find your sweet spot, and his allowance for your time to adjust was minuscule once he began to stroke it with intent. Your body stiffened due to the infliction of such immediately intense pleasure, but it seemed that he was only laying it on heavy to act as a distraction. It worked, because you didn’t hear the shuffling sounds of material being slid down, and your eyes had fallen shut for a few seconds in bliss so you couldn’t see the way that he took a second to align himself with your pussy before pushing his cock in alongside his fingers. The intrusion made you gasp, your eyes shooting open to confirm the sight of him penetrating you in such a way. He caught your eyes with a chuckle and a devious little smirk, teasingly rutting his hips into you for a moment so there would be greater pressure applied now, making your body shake helplessly.

“I’d never fuck anyone else like this, you’re special to me baby.” 

He failed miraculously if that was meant to act as some sort of consolation towards your earlier expressed doubts of his loyalty. But you didn’t care about having your woes consoled as much as you would if you were in a clearer mind state, because the feeling of him now pushing deeply in and out of you right now was too good, too satisfying toward the arousal he had managed to build up within, even after you had started this interaction off with no such feelings, none other than annoyance and impatience. Now, you craved more; you craved release. That was all you cared for.

He rocked his hips in a way that was so precise, the blunt tip of his cock pushed his fingers harder into you and each meaningful thrust made you feel positively numb, made your mind grow delirious as he was all you could focus on. You could only wonder how it may have felt for him, though he showed no extra indications of enjoyment aside from his breaths coming out more ragged than those he exhaled previously.  

Not much time passed before you somewhat adjusted to the feeling, your thighs trembled around him yet he maintained a pace that was just enough to keep you on the cusp of a crest, each thrust he gave was accompanied by soft moans of need from your throat. He tutted after you moaned a bit louder and gave him an exasperated look; your eyes communicating a silent plea for more. 

“So greedy now, maybe your change of heart wasn’t so good after all” he teased, but before you could form any response he leaned down to kiss you in that same intimate way as he did moments before, thrusting into you a little faster and groaning against your lips at the same time. His own sound of pleasure sent something down your spine, made you squeeze around him, and you didn’t resist as he went to press his tongue into your mouth. You brought shaky hands up to his shoulders, holding onto them and taking the material of his shirt within your grasp as you became more and more worked up, needing an outlet to exert your buildup of elation against.  

As his mouth continued to caress yours, you gasped around his tongue when his thumb which was attached to the hand buried inside of you snuck against your clit, nudging it in time with each bump of his cock inside of you. The addition of sensations finally gave you that extra push, and as you pulled his shirt into your fists and clenched your pussy around him tightly; you finally came, hips squirming and back arching as each wave of delight washed over you. Gojo’s lips stayed on yours as you did, and he matched each writhe of your body to their fullest, maximizing how you felt with his body too. Amidst such a fuzzy state of body and mind, you could vaguely feel his hips stuttering against you before his warmth flooded into your womb, making your body feel even hotter, and forming a knot of risky excitement in your stomach as he chose to stay buried in you even as he finished too. 

When you ever-so-slowly recovered from the high, unlike any you had experienced before, he too moved slowly, except for the way that he pulled back from the kiss. He did it differently than the last; the previous was intimate from start to finish, but his departure now was rushed, as if he was timing it intentionally–ensuring that you were still in that blissed-out state of mind so you wouldn’t be able to question the depth of his next words:

“Now… you can stop questioning who I see, and what I do in a day.”

You heard what he said, sure, but your primary focus was on regaining proper breaths, in and out, while your lower body still twitched and tingled in the delicious aftermaths from such a tall height of ecstasy. So, you didn’t really hear what he said. You even nodded along with him like an idiot, tossing an arm over your forehead as you favoured focusing on slowing down your rapid heartbeat. You couldn’t see it, but he smiled in satisfaction and took another moment to get a good look at you and your vulnerability. Then you felt him leaving your body, a muted whine of dismay hiding behind your lips as you felt so empty now, aside from the sensation of thick heat from his release as it pooled at your entrance, threatening to spill out if you moved an inch. 

“Seeya!” 

Your eyes hardly opened as you looked up in confusion, and all you caught was the sight of his back as he closed the door behind him post-exiting the room–noting how he managed to fully dress up again in what must have been only a few seconds. The familiar click of the lock being instated rang out quickly, with his distancing footsteps growing even quicker; hasty, as if he had somewhere very important to be now. 

Was he off to meet someone else, perhaps? No bother to you, at least not yet. This was becoming a regular occurrence, him touching and filling you until you were reduced to a breathless mess, then leaving you with your thoughts, and the feeling of recovery following such rapture soon warping into bile-stirring regret; making you sick to your stomach after you realized that he had somehow hypnotized you into letting him use your body, as if there weren’t countless others he would be doing the same thing to later if he hadn’t already within that same day. He would make you feel so special, and tell you things you must have wanted to hear, yet it was all for naught when you understood that you were just part of a category for him–you were nothing special. 

Fortunately, you were still latching onto those final moments where you could feel remnants of exaltation, so the inevitability of those woes you’d soon care so much for was put on hold… for now. 

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[wheelie-sick]

going to just... dissect the whole "glasses make me disabled" thing as someone who is moderately disabled and mildly visually impaired because it annoys me to death. I know this is going to be controversial but if you have vision that is fully corrected by glasses then you are not disabled by your vision nor are you visually impaired.

Visual impairment

let's begin with the definition of visual impairment according to several universities

"Vision impairment means that a person’s eyesight cannot be corrected to a “normal” level." - University of Pittsburgh Department of Opthamology

"‘Visual impairment’ (VI) is a term used to describe a loss of sight that cannot be corrected using lenses." - University of Oxford

the US EEOC also answers the question of whether all people who wear glasses are disabled:

"No, not everyone who wears glasses is an individual with a disability under the ADA. When deciding if an individual with a vision impairment who uses (or used, in the case of a past impairment) “ordinary eyeglasses or contact lenses” is an individual with an “actual” or “record of” a disability, the ADA directs that their impairment should be assessed as it is corrected by the lenses." - US Equal Employment Opportunity Commission

visual impairment exists as a category for people with uncorrectable vision loss or other vision related conditions. most definitions of visual impairment also include eye movement disorders (e.g nystagmus) and other eye conditions that are not correctable but do not necessarily cause traditional vision loss. these are exceptions, but again, are not correctable with glasses.

if your vision is correctable with glasses it is not visual impairment. period. full stop.

Disability

there are two different ways you can look at disability and fully corrected vision fits neither:

the social model

the social model of disability looks at disability as it is caused by society's lack of access. let's start with a fact: 81% of adults wear some sort of corrective eyewear! that is the vast majority of people. people who wear glasses are just simply not facing structural barriers in the world because the world is built for people who wear glasses by people who wear glasses.

and, no, being bullied in the playground is not a form of structural disadvantage. children bully each other for any and every reason.

"but I can't drive without my glasses!"

I can't walk in hot concrete without shoes. that doesn't make shoes a disability aid nor does it make needing shoes a disability. plenty of things require something else to allow you to do something, that doesn't make needing those things a disability. not all forms of support for an action are disability aids.

the medical model

the medical model looks at disability through the lens of impairment. wearing glasses with fully corrected vision is not an impairment.

people often point to hearing aids and say "well deaf/hard of hearing people are disabled despite hearing aids!" and it makes it clear you have never worn hearing aids. disability aids do not correct they accommodate. glasses mean you get to see at 20/20 vision. hearing aids are imperfect accommodations. wheelchairs are imperfect accommodations. feeding tubes are imperfect accommodations. the list goes on.

glasses mean you get to live your life exactly how someone who doesn't wear glasses would. someone wearing hearing aids does not get that. a wheelchair user does not get that. etc. because those disability aids are something you have to live your life around. they define your day to day routine. the day to day routine with glasses is 1. wake up in the morning 2. put them on 3. take them off at night 4. possibly clean them somewhere in there. you get to forget about glasses. I do not get to forget about my hearing aids or FM system or crutches or wheelchair because they are ever present in my life.

* just a note: this post is not referring to people who wear glasses and don't have fully correctable vision

** OP wears glasses with a high prescription, his vision is just not fully correctable

[moonstruckme]

Ayyy I'm back with another request

No hurry on this, though, because you wrote me an amazing one not long ago and I want you to have some well-earned rest.

Anyway, can I please request a poly!marauders where the r has glasses and they see her without her glasses for the first time. I wear glasses and am mildly insecure about wearing them and taking them off. It's a vicious cycle😭 I'd adore having some lovey-dovey boys fawning over me regardless of my eyewear

Thanks a million

-🔮

Here you go my love! Thanks for requesting <3

modern au

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 925 words

You touch your middle finger to the bridge of your nose, pushing up frames that aren’t there. You feel immediately silly. How long will it take to kick that habit?

You have to admit, it’s nice to not have to worry about your lenses fogging as you stir the boiling water, or your glasses slipping off when you peer into the pot to check on the pasta. Still, this new freedom feels oddly like it’s come at a cost. It seems a bit ridiculous to miss your glasses, but it’s been years since you’ve been without them, and you feel sort of naked. Your face looks different in the reflection of the microwave, nothing obscuring the area around your eyes. It’s odd to see yourself so clearly without anything in the way. 

The door opens, Sirius’ voice booming. “You’ll never believe what happened on the way home.”

“What?” you call, and you can hear him kick off his shoes in just any direction, the thump thump thump of them bouncing on the floor. Later, Remus will straighten them with a patient sigh. Sirius’ footsteps head for the kitchen.

“This guy stopped me to ask for the time, and I told him, and he said—whoa. Hey baby, what’s new?”

You smile down at the pasta. “He called you baby?”

“I…what? No, you’re baby.” Sirius shakes his head before you look up and he realizes you’re messing with him. Never one to lose the upper hand, he fixes you with one of his suaver looks, eyes narrowing until they’re mostly gray and a smirk twisting his lips. “Don’t play coy with me, pretty thing. You think you can distract me from all this?” Triumph sparks in his eyes as you feel your face warm, and he presses on. “Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”

You roll your eyes, opening a cabinet door between you to grab the olive oil. “It’s my Clark Kent plan. You’re not supposed to recognize me, so I guess it’s not working.” 

“Takes more than glasses to fool me, sweetheart.” His voice is silky smooth, but when you close the cabinet, he’s studying you. “It’s a good look. I like you both ways, obviously, but variety is the spice of life or whatever. Maybe we should get James to switch it up every now and then.” 

Remus emerges from down the hall, drawn out by your voices.

“Moons, have you seen this?” Sirius asks. “Someone’s replaced our girl with one who has working eyes.” 

“Not working eyes,” you correct him, self-conscious as Remus comes over, his eyebrows lifting slightly, “an old glasses prescription. I’m switching to contacts until I can get a new pair.” 

“You look nice,” Remus says, that mild, effortless kindness in his tone. “Does it feel different?”

“Weird,” you agree, taking the pot off the stove. Remus anticipates you, bringing the colander to the sink, and you give him a smile of thanks. “I feel like Velma from Scooby Doo, you know? Like my eyes look like tiny little dots without them.” 

Sirius scoffs, and Remus' voice is lightly chiding when he says, “They’re not. You look just as lovely now as you did with them on.” 

You barely have time to blush before Sirius is upon you, stepping into your space. “And,” he says, “let’s try this.” He kisses you, and you can’t claim you weren’t expecting it but you’re far from ready, grateful for the support of his hand at your waist as you feel your knees go a bit wobbly. Sirius presses his mouth into yours heavily, nose pushing at the skin of your cheek. When he pulls back, you feel like you’re reeling. “See? Much easier without those wide frames in the way.”

“You’re the worst,” you say, and Remus chuckles as James steps into the kitchen. You hadn’t even heard the door open. 

“What, without me?” he asks, taking in you and Sirius’ proximity and the wetness of your lips. Then hardly a beat later, “You’re not wearing your glasses.” 

“She needs a new prescription,” Sirius says, stepping away from you to pour the strained pasta back into the pot like nothing’s happened. “She’s wearing contacts for now.” 

“Whoa.” James moves closer, looking at your face like he hasn’t had the chance to really inspect it until now. “So when you get your new glasses, can we help you pick?”

Sirius whips around in his excitement, and Remus moves him aside before the pasta can start to stick, adding olive oil and the herbs you’d cut up to the pot. “I hadn’t even thought of that,” Sirius gawps at you. “We have to, it’ll be so fun.” 

You try to imagine it, your boyfriends focussing intently on your face as they assess which frames suit you best. It’d be the peak of flattery and awkwardness. “Okay,” you say, busying yourself with getting water for everyone. “I could use the extra input.” 

“I’m sure whatever you pick will look great,” James promises, taking a couple of cups from you with a kiss to your cheek. “If you want, you should pick up some more contacts while we’re there, too.”

“Maybe,” you muse. “But which do you like better—with, or without glasses?”

“Either way, dove,” Remus hums, dishing out his helping of pasta. “The differences are tiny, and it’s still you.” 

“Yeah, I can’t pick,” Sirius agrees, getting in line behind Remus. “You can do your Clark Kent bit all you want, but you’re gonna look like our gorgeous girl both ways.” 

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[clone-protection-agency]

"It's not what you think"

Week 1 Alt. Prompt: "It's not what you think." Rating: Teen (it's a kissing fic!) Word Count: 1180 written for @summer-of-bad-batch AO3 link

“Well that’s quite a story you’ve got there.”

Tech nodded, welcoming the praise. Tearing his eyes away from the setting sun on Pabu, he stole a glance at Phee. She looked quite comfortable in the co-pilot’s seat in the Marauder’s cockpit as he had regaled her with tales of his missions in the GAR.

Her eyes were also very much locked on him, and he was surprised to find that instead of feeling self-conscious in this moment, he felt a touch of intrigue.

This was not the first time they’d spent hours conversing about their past adventures and generally enjoying each other’s company, but it was the first time they did so while the sunset bathed the cockpit in warm tones of orange and pink, casting a golden glow over everything it touched, including Phee. Her skin. Her eyes. Her hair. Her smile. He was lost in the beauty of it all, and felt himself drawn a bit closer in her direction.

“It is indeed,” he murmured, holding her gaze as he tried to read the intent in her eyes, and was struck a little speechless for once.

He blinked and felt a sharp sting in his eye. Pulling back to sit upright (was he really just leaning that closely to her?), he lifted his goggles slightly to reach a bare finger underneath to rub at his eye. Blinking and still not finding a change, he sighed in frustration and tried again.

“You okay there, Brown Eyes?” Phee inquired, a puzzled expression on her face.

“An eyelash seems to have landed on my cornea. Fortunately, this is the only limitation of my eyewear.” Tech shut both of his eyes to get a temporary moment of relief.

“Let me help.” Phee did not give him a chance to respond before he felt the warmth of her left hand cup his cheek as his seat dipped slightly from additional weight. “Now, open your eye and look up,” she instructed, as she shifted the goggles to his hairline.

As soon as he obeyed, he felt her sharply blow into his eye and he blinked rapidly in response.

“How is it now?” Phee asked.

Tech tested his blinking at normal speed, surprised that the eyelash was gone. “That was not the method I would have chosen to remove a foreign body from my cornea, yet I am intrigued that it worked. I shall make a note of it for future use in a similar situation where there is no immediate eyewash station available.” He blinked again. With both his eyes now in working order, he was acutely aware of their current proximity. She was leaning into the seat, into his space, with one knee pressed into the seat between his thighs, her right hand bracing on the backrest of the pilot’s seat, while the other hand still cupped his cheek.

Phee chuckled lightly, “Happy to help expand that database of yours, Brown Eyes.” She quieted as their gazes met. “Your eyes really are gorgeous,” she whispered.

Tech felt the warmth rush to his face at the same time he saw a light dusting of colour on her cheeks, visible even without his goggles. She was so much more lovely up close. He instinctively leaned in.

With a swishing sound, the Marauder’s cockpit door slid open at the same time Wrecker’s voice started to boom in the smaller space.

“Food’s read-“ he froze, taking in the scene before him.

“It’s not what you think.”

“It’s exactly what you think,” Phee corrected, her gaze never leaving Tech, though his had darted towards Wrecker at the time of intrusion. His eyes returned to hers at her honest confession.

“Uh-“ Wrecker awkwardly started backing out through the door. “Food’s ready, when you’re uh... done.”

Tech heard the door slide shut just as suddenly as it had opened. “Is it?” he asked inquisitively, completely forgetting Wrecker’s words and focusing on Phee’s.

“Well, how about you try to find out for yourself,” Phee smirked teasingly, bringing his focus to her lips.

Before he could think too much on whether she was just playing or not, before he could think, Tech closed the small distance between them and pressed his lips into hers.

The feeling was like no other he had ever experienced in his accelerated life thus far, and he melted into it. Phee’s lips were soft as she sighed into his, the hand that was gently cupping his cheek slipping down a little, the softness in direct opposition to his racing heartbeat.

Their lips lingered as time lost all meaning.

Tech eventually pulled away, slowly, to look at her, and found that she looked similarly dazed. He was pleasantly surprised.

“I believe the results of this hypothesis speak for itself,” he murmured, smiling warmly at the comfortable presence in his personal space.

“Do you now? Care to keep testing it?” Phee’s eyes lit up playfully.

“Once you are amenable,” Tech quipped, and found his hands closing around her waist.

This time, Phee’s mouth crashed onto his in a not-so-chaste kiss and he matched her fervor. His fingers dug into the fabric around her waist as he found his body being pressed back into the seat when she shifted position to straddle him, lips parting over and over again but never really leaving his. The pressure of Phee’s thighs on his was both electric and muted in comparison to the way her mouth moved on his, expressing all unspoken feelings at once. Tech seemed to have forgotten how to breathe but he honestly did not care at this point, instinctively splaying his fingers behind her head to deepen the kiss, while his other hand slipped down from her waist to her hip for a better hold. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest when her tongue slipped past his lips, and he was pleasantly amazed at how much he enjoyed this new experience, and did not want it to stop.

He really did forget to breathe though.

Gasping for air, he broke off the kiss. They both breathed heavily in each other’s arms. Distracted by everything else, Tech had only just noticed that both of hers were wrapped around his neck in a loving embrace. He liked the feeling of her skin on his, and would prefer if it would remain there. He also quite liked the weight of her body in his lap and pressed to his chest, and hoped that she had no intention of leaving anytime soon. Tech glanced apprehensively at the cockpit door.

“Oh don’t worry, Brown Eyes” Phee got out between breaths. “Your brother will definitely spread the word to stay out of the cockpit tonight,” she finished coyly, a wicked glint in her eye. “Now, where were we?”

Tech waited a beat, taking the moment to kickstart his brain. “I thought it was obvious,” he smirked, taking a calculated risk as both hands lowered past her hips to grip somewhere much more dangerous.

It turned out that Phee was indeed correct. The cockpit door stayed shut long throughout the night.

Upon seeing the absolute cutest TechPhee art that I have ever laid eyes upon while scrolling through @summer-of-bad-batch reblogs, my brain absolutely craved that exact scenario in a first kiss fic, and rather than hoping someone else would write it, decided to try my hand at fic writing, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER IN MY LIFE.

(pls don't hate it)

Is this what fic writing is like? Giving yourself serotonin with every written word? Gah! I can get used to this.

Cutest art ever by @foxwithadarkside

Side note: OMG I did not see the original post update until I was looking for the direct link to put here because the update didn't show in the reblogged post and LOL why are all brains the sameeee. Well, 2 cakes is better than 1 cake <3

[kenobster]

Padawan: Master Plo Koon, your species can't survive exposure to oxygen, right?

Plo Koon: That is correct, young one.

Padawan: Okay... then, uh, how come your protective goggles have holes in them?

Plo Koon: Ah, well, that would be so that I may see through them.

Luminara & Kit Fisto, who are standing next to him, snicker for unknown reasons.

[TWENTY MINUTES LATER]

Padawan wanders off from the three Jedi Masters in a daze. None of her questions have been answered, and many more questions have arisen.

As he walks toward the group, Mace Windu catches sight of the dazed-looking Padawan and then does a double-take at Plo Koon's protective eyewear.

Mace Windu: Oh Plo, don't tell us you're wearing the ones with the holes to mess with students again. Knight Aayla still has nightmares about those oxygen rumors you started.

Yoda, appearing after having been fifth-wheeled for twenty minutes: The fuck up, you should shut. Funny, i find it.

[shalomniscient]

sevchino on the brain again !! kind of obsessed with my self-insert lore as arle’s adjutant like… it opens up so many opportunities for a lot of fun moments, i feel. like for example, imagine arle on a business deal.

she sits across from the other party on a lavish red couch, one arm resting on the back of the couch and the other on her lap, her legs crossed over her knee. she watches with cold, bored eyes as the man before her rattles on about how it would be beneficial to her to partner with him. he’s a minor noble of fontaine, but dresses like he’s iudex himself.

actually, no. the iudex dresses with more class. between the ridiculously elaborate top hat and the golden monocle chain, the man looks horrendously tacky.

she cuts off his prattling with a single raised hand. “that’s enough. the fatui will take 75% of the profits, and you will take remainder.”

“y-you—“ the man splutters, turning red, “that’s ridiculous! do you hear yourself?”

“it is perfectly reasonable,” arlecchino drawls. “you wish to do business under the protection of the fatui. this does not come cheap, nor easy.”

“what i can give you is invaluable—“

“a minor standing in the court of fontaine, and a few agents of the maison gardenniage in your pocket,” she sighs, glancing at her nails. “a pitiful exchange, in truth. our relations with the spina di rosula are far more rewarding for far less cost.”

the man’s face goes from red to purple with rage, and arlecchino wonders how amusing it would be to see the veins on his forehead burst. it would be the most interesting thing she has seen from him today. instead, he makes the stupidest mistake he possibly could.

“listen here, you fatui cunts—“ he spits, like a fool.

thankfully, you are there to swiftly correct him.

BANG

the sound of a gunshot thunders in the room, but arlecchino doesn’t flinch. you hold your gun steady from where you stand behind arlecchino’s couch, the smoking barrel only inches away from her cheek. she tilts her head back to look at you stare the man down the nose of your gun, murder in your eyes, and arlecchino thinks you have never been more beautiful.

once over his initial shock, the man manages to strangled laugh. he is not dead, and he seems to have foolishly taken it as a victory. “you missed,” he sneers, but the sweat collecting on his brow is telling of his fear. though, it wasn’t as if arlecchino couldn’t smell it off him in the first place.

arlecchino only hums, and the man’s brow furrows. he shifts in his seat—and then his monocle falls right off his eye and into his lap. he freezes properly then, staring at the piece of eyewear—but most importantly, the cleanly severed gold chain.

arlecchino grins as the man’s face morphs into one of abject terror once he truly realises how close to death he had come. only a few milimeters off and that bullet would have been lodged in the artery of his neck, and painted the couch he was on even redder with his blood. he swallows, hands trembling now as arlecchino leans forward, the red crosses in her eyes seeming to grow as she looks down on him.

“i suggest you remember to watch your words next we meet, monsieur. because my adjutant will not miss a second time.”

[nocandnc]

I've been tinkering with Kn8 Edo period AU ideas recently...

Hoshina would be a kaiju-slaying samurai of course, and other characters easily fell into place here and there, but it took me a little more time to determine what role Okonogi might have. A scribe? Shinobi? Shrine maiden??

No!!! Somehow, none of these felt quite right. Then it hit me - the profession that would fit Okonogi perfectly...

A Goze.

Goze were quite specifically blind/visually impaired female musicians that traveled across Japan, singing and playing the shamisen to earn a living.

Given Okonogi's need for glasses and her love of karaoke, what could possibly suit her better!?

Some details:

Konomi isn't fully blind - she can make out rough shapes and colours, especially if they're close to her face - but with limited access to medical care and no money to pay for corrective eyewear, becoming a goze seemed like her best option.

While her skill with the shamisen is middling, her exceptional singing voice makes up for it.

It wasn't uncommon for those of lower classes to not have surnames at all - so rather than Okonogi, she simply goes by Konomi.

She's very good with numbers despite a lack of schooling

Goze normally traveled in groups consisting of a (visually unimpaired) guide, the group's master/teacher, and the lower ranking goze under her tutelage. Konomi loses her party in a kaiju attack, after which she meets Hoshina Soshiro.

Goze were expected to remain celibate, so there's a forbidden romance angle to all this ^///^

I think that's all for now!! Is anyone interested in hearing more? I've thought a lot about OkoHoshi of course, but I have ideas for other characters as well.

It's been a really long time since I've written fanfiction proper, but I'm honestly considering this one ^^;;;; well, no promises!!!