#feel like there’s noo many opportunities for me to do it “wrong”

[purecommemasolitude]

top 5 retj songs

NOO bestie how could YOU make ME pick

okay this is a tad bit late but

5. Le duel - this is the one that barely made the list f in the chat. It can work, but it can also fall flat, which balances out the great versions to fall here

4. Coupables - As much as I think RetJ generally excels more at big ensemble numbers than solos, this one simply does not make the cut to go any higher. It's great and sad, just not AS great as the higher songs

3. Demain - actually this one could be changed with coupables tbh. But this is the one that gave me goosebumps the first 200 times i listened to it, plus there's just so many opportunities for cool staging (don't get me wrong staging for Coupables is funky but it's a simplicity-is-the-best-policy then whereas for Demain you can do So Much) not to mention this is one of the few songs that actually treats Juliette as an equal main character (essentially I'm miffed Romeo gets songs that aren't about Juliette, but Juliette gets way less songs and when she does get her own song, it usually just revolves around Romeo)

2. C'est pas ma faute - ahh angsty tybalt my beloved. But actually, even aside from character enjoyments and tunes, I find cpmf really interesting because of how it explores the effects Verona's hatred has in a much more interesting (IMO) way from most La haines, with the exception of Hungarian & Ozuki Tooma La haines (okay ozuki tooma is a person not a production i know this But i feel like her tybalt acting choices justify the lyrics) and also from the perspective of a character who has felt its effects in a less "acceptable" way?? idk if that makes sense but I just think it's neat :) also a very interesting exploration of tybalt's character as well as verona

La vengeance - yknow after typing the last one I'm reconsidering having this be first and that be second akjhg. but like i said even during its worst, i feel like retj excels at big group numbers, and this was the first song for which when i watched it in my first watch-though (excluding songs i already knew) i went "oh i LIKE this" because it's just so oogh yknow? it's so atmospheric and really augments (is that a word in English.) the emotion and feeling of the stakes and it's like. well. it's just oogh. plus it's also a really neat example/case study of how verona's endless cycle of violence continues! and the little dialogue bit before for lady c is a really funky wunky look into the capulet family world + dynamics

[lovejoshua]

Bias tag game!!

You're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. Then answer the questions below! Try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

Thank you to @h-aelz for tagging me 🥺🥺 this seems like so much fun. I'm tagging @kookthief @junniieesbby @boba-beom @baljinciaga and anyone else who wants to do this 🩷🩷

My Answers:

1. Joshua (SEVENTEEN)

2. Yeonjun (TXT)

3. Ten (NCT)

4. Jiwon (FROMIS_9)

5. Chungha

6. Wonwoo (SEVENTEEN)

7. Jungkook (BTS)

8. Jungwoo (NCT)

9. Yves (LOONA)

10. Seungkwan (SEVENTEEN)

Questions:

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

Jungkook was the one I biased first! I always loved his voice and personality but something shifted for me last year that made me finally add him to my bias list <33 Chungha is a recent bias of mine, I just started to get more into her music but she's becoming one of my ults

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

NOO THIS IS HARD 😭😭 Yeonjun has been one my of biases since 2019 and I've literally seen him grow up and become ever more talented through every era. I'm always so proud of him :') As for Wonwoo, he became my bias bc I saw myself in him and it felt nice to have an idol who has similar characteristics as me. When he spoke about his feelings during hit the road, i understood those same feelings. In summary, I can't choose between them 😔

3.If you were to spend a day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

Why must you do this to me 😭😭 I will say shua since he's like my #1 ult and honestly idk 🧍🏼‍♀️ i think it would be nice to go to a coffee shop and then just walk around an unfamiliar city or!! go to an arcade or amusement park during the evening and just goof off. if i had money then we definitely could just randomly fly to another country like he did with mingyu.

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

her smile 🥺🥺 she's one of those people where i think she could brighten everyone's day just by smiling. I also love how she smiles when she performs, you can just tell she enjoys it

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

I love how reserved he is, yet he gets all cheery with the boys sometimes. There's some moments where you just see him keep to himself and will add a comment or two but 5 minutes later, he'll joke around with the guys and be chaotic with them.

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

that he has one of my favorite voices!! absolutely love it when he sings, and that I hope gets more opportunities to do solo songs or another djj project

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closest would you raid?

A little hard 😭 I'm going to say Yeonjun bc of how stylish he is, but I feel like Joshua would have comfy clothes which i also love.

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

He has done it so many time but I love!! when he tries a style that is not only fashionable but that looks cool when he dances (if that makes sense?). I would love to see him do camp, I know he would pull it off so well

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer in height?

BOTH LMAO but if not wrong, jiwon is either the same height as me or an inch taller and chungha would be either an inch or two taller 😭😭 my shorties, no wonder they're my biases

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

...sigh 😭😭. I both love loona and svt a lot, idk if there's one I can really choose 😭😭 but I'll go with seungkwan bc he hasn't been talked about here and i'm DYING to talk about him. I ADORE his verses in svt songs and all of the covers he does. He is a genius when it comes to adding emotions to his singing, just listen to his verse of samex3 or his cover of forsake. he has such an incredible voice, i live for his adlibs. he has so much singing talent and I always smile hearing him high notes. truly one of my favorite singers of all time 💖💖

[dawn8080]

How about an MC who doesn't like telling people it's their bday because they don't like big parties or people making a fuss over it, and the brothers come to know it's their bday on the day itself? (Obey me Headcannon please :3)

MC who hates celebrating their birthday

(Big thanks to @obey-me-rules-my-life-now for the request!)

MC has never been one to celebrate their birthday. Parties were big celebrations, and big celebrations meant people in masses. So, to avoid having to face a party, embarrassment and disappointment, they told no one. They never brought up the topic and when a brother did, they shut it down. All too soon, the dreaded day approached. How will each brother react?

Lucifer:

He knew when MC’s birthday was. He read their file after all. But when MC never mentioned their birthday, the thought faded from his mind.

Lucifer could tell something was off; MC was being snappy and moody to everyone, including himself.

MC was extra snappy after yet another failed plan of making money that they were dragged into and wanted to be left alone in their room. However, Lucifer knew to address their snappiness and moodiness.

When Lucifer knocked on MC’s door, it was met with a grumpy “Go away”

Lucifer growled under his breath, “MC, we need to discuss your recent behavior.”

“There’s no reason. Now leave me alone.”

Knowing that MC wasn’t willing to tell him, he went back into his office, to do more paperwork.

After hours of working on paperwork, he took a moments break to look at his DDD, lighting up with notifications.

Diavolo: So Lucifer, how was today? Good, I’ll suppose?

Lucifer: What’s makes you say that?

Barbatos: Have you forgotten?

Lucifer: Forgotten what?

Diavolo: Today is MC’s birthday! Have you forgotten?

Lucifer understood all at once what had happened, and went to confront them about it.

When confronted, MC shrugged their shoulders and said, “So? It’s just another day. It marks another year of my existence. It just makes me feel older.”

Understanding where they were coming from, he sighed and said, “You’re still a guest here in the House of Lamination and as long as your in this exchange program, we are responsible for your safety and comfort. That being said,” as he takes MC hands, “Could I at least interest you in a dinner?”

MC looked calculating for a few seconds before saying “I guess just a dinner would be nice...”

Mammon:

Mammon was never trusted with any of MC’s personal information (understandably so). And he knew he and his brothers could be a bit too much sometimes! So he didn’t really question it when MC started getting a bit grumpier than usual.

It wasn’t until MC came home one day after a failed money making scheme, throwing their book bag at the wall and stomping to their room.

He immediately was concerned and was knocking on their door, begging to be let in. After 30 minuets of being told no, he stayed silent, but outside their door.

Soon, when he heard their shower running, he walked into their room to see what was so wrong.

He didn’t notice anything wierd until he looked at their phone, light up with notifications from their human relatives.

Curiosity got the best of him as he wandered over and read their screen. To say he was shocked is an understatement when he read how many Happy Birthday texts MC received.

MC then entered the room to see Mammon on their phone, which resulted in Mammon getting kicked out of the bedroom.

Mammon stood outside in shock; humans loved their birthdays, so why were they so grumpy? And more importantly, why didn’t the human tell the GREAT Mammon that it was their birthday?!

He went straight to Lucifer, head spinning in confusion.

After barging in and questioning Lucifer, he realized that maybe going through their phone wasn’t the best idea...

...or at least that’s what he realized as he hung from the ceiling in front of Lucifers office again.

MC was walking downtown he hallway when they heard, “Yo! Human! Come give me a hand!”

MC helped him, but then quickly started leaving. Before they could though, Mammon took their hand and said, “Now wait a minuet. Why didn’t you tell me today is you birth-”

MC quickly spun and held their free hand over his mouth to shush him. “Don’t speak of this day to anyone! Or I swear, Goldie will have a friend called Paper Shredder.”

Mammon moved their hand and said, “I already asked Lucifer if he knew. He did, no surprise. But why didn’t you tell me?”

MC then dropped their hands to their sides and said, “I just don’t like my birthday. I don’t like celebrating it.”

Mammon sighed, as if defeated. Then he brightened up again. “How about we just watch movies then?! You don’t need to say it’s a special occasion to watch movies with the GREAT Mammon!”

MC sighed, smiling lightly. “I guess it wouldn’t be weird, huh?” They then smirked suddenly, “Now how about Resident Evil-”

“MC NOO!”

Leviathan:

MC’s grumpiness really caught him off-guard. They were almost never grumpy, yet they’ve been acting this way for an entire week.

He heard the loud clash of a book bag hitting a wall and angry footsteps down the hallway, near his room. He peaked his head out of his room, only to see an angry/grumpy MC storming past him.

Ignoring him completely.

That... didn’t feel right. They always acknowledged him in one way or another.

So, rather than leaving his precious room, he grabbed his phone and started spamming MC questions.

Levi: MC?

Levi: Are you okay?

Levi: Hey, answer the phone!

He quickly realized they weren’t responding although he knew they saw the texts.

He sighed dejectedly. Who would want to talk to a gross, yucky otaku like him anyways?

As he kept wallowing in self-pity, he heard his phone ding with a text. He was reading the text in an instant, hopes falling with it.

MC: I have to cancel game night. Maybe next week?

Levi knew they never rescheduled his game and anime hang out sessions. Concerned, he headed over to their room for answers.

Levi knocked, and realized the door was open. But there was no MC. He glanced around the room and saw their homework on their desk, already completed.

He then sat on the foot of their bed, playing mobile games until MC came back. Where he would confront MC about the birthday.

That’s when he booted up one of the Devildom games that MC loved. Suddenly, it piped up with a notice on his login.

It was his mutuals friends birthday.

He covered his shock and set up a surprise for MC.

40 minuets later, MC came back into their room, only to see Levi sitting in front of his monitor, playing anime, while he was cuddling his Ruri-Chan body pillow.

To say they were surprised was an understatement, but before anything could be said, Levi dragged them down next to him.

“Hey, why couldn’t I know about your birthday?” Levi frowned and asked.

“I... just don’t like celebrating. Is that why you’re here?”

Levi shakes his head and offers a second head set labeled “Player 2” and MC accepts it.

“I just want to watch anime with you tonight. Maybe we can game next week?”

Satan:

Satan could’ve gotten his hands on your background, but he just had that golden opportunity to prank Lucifer too...! He, of course, chose priority.

He knew MC were moody before they did; becoming a master of masks made him very perceptive of others emotions.

He offered help with de-stressing and with homework, thinking that was the issue.

He did not think that his books would eventually be thrown into a wall as MC stormed to their room only days later.

He was furious at the treatment of the books that he lent, and went to confront MC about their behavior towards everyone.

He didn’t expect to hear the tail end of a call MC was having with relatives back home.

“Yes Mom, thank you. I’ll have a good birthday, now bye.” MC hung up the phone, tired out of their mind.

Satan stepped in, knocking on the door lightly. Though still shocked from the news he just received, he knew that he needed to stay silent. For now.

“MC, you threw your books in the doorway. They have been lended to you and you could damage them that way.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t be so careless next time.” MC replied, running a hand down their face in exhaustion.

Satan smiled and said, “You damaged the books I lent you. You could make up for that.”

MC audibly gulped, worried what they had to do.

Satan continued, “You could work in Hells Kitchen tomorrow to replace them? Or, you could stay here and read for a bit, if stress or unwanted events seems to be the issue.”

MC looked up, shocked. Then they smiled. “I prefer option 2 the most. Thank you.”

The two of them then sat side by side, reading books until MC fell asleep.

“Goodnight, MC. Have sweet dreams.”

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus didn’t understand why you were so moody and sassy so suddenly. He, too, figured it was due to stress, so he scheduled a self care night... on your birthday.

He knew the stress should be causing break outs so when he saw the first sign of acne, he practically screamed.

But we all know the gossipy demons habits. The day at RAD had been normal, until the walk home.

MC was walking faster than the others, and was radiating annoyance.

Asmodeus followed you as fast as he could, hoping to do the self care session before homework.

He didn’t expect you to walk so fast either. He was sweating slightly and had to redo his make up.

As he walked into your room, he saw you toss a letter into a nearby trash bin.

He was about to question it as MC said, “It’s nothing, Asmo. It’s fine.”

MC then smiled, letting him do the self care session and offering to do homework with him so it was “less stressing”.

However, as MC left to go get their abandoned books in the main hall, he couldn’t help but peek at the envelope, addressed from MC’a family.

Shock was very evident on Asmo’s face as MC walked in. Knowing what convorsation was to come from the party-loving demon, they shut the door.

“Asmo, I can explain-”

“MC, honey, it’s your birthday?! No one knew!” Asmo sounded distressed and MC awkwardly patted his shoulder.

“It’s fine Asmo. I just don’t like celebrating my birthday. It makes me feel... old.”

Asmo nodded, trying to understand. Some people just didn’t flaunt their age.

Asmo then sighed. “At least let us do something fun for your birthday then. Ooh, you can tell me how old you are!”

“Nope. Never telling my age.”

Asmo deflated like a kicked puppy, only for MC to pipe up.

“Asmo, we could watch silly movies if you want.”

He smiled and hugged MC.

“Thank you, MC. Now, what genre do we watch?”

Beelzebub:

He knew you were upset about something. And it upset him. So while you were moody, Beel was trying to cheer you up.

Did you not eat enough? Were you getting too little sleep? Were you getting to stressed? Poor boy just wanted to help.

Which is why he was carrying a plate of MC’s favorite food to their room, while he munched on his own snacks.

When he got to their room, he realized that they’d locked themself inside. He knocked on the doors and MC opened them minuets later.

Seeing their favorite food, MC instantly smiled.

And then froze.

“Wait, how did you know what today is?”

Beelzebub was confused and tilted his head to the side. “What is today?”

MC realized that he was trying to just be kind.

“Oh, nothing! Uh, thank you for the food.”

Beel wouldn’t let this drop so he followed MC into their room as they carried their food in, munching on his snacks while looking around.

“MC, what is today?”

MC sighed and said “Today is my.... birthday. But I don’t like celebrating it. Makes me feel too old, you know?”

He actually didn’t but knew that humans lives were much different.

“Well, we don’t have to celebrate it, but knowing would have been nice.” He looked upset and MC instantly regretted it.

“It’s okay Beel! Really.” MC smiled warmly at him. They walked over and hugged the big demon before going back to their food.

Beel sighed and said, “Can we cuddle tonight?”

MC turned, shocked. He didn’t specifically ask for cuddles often, so this was unexpected. MC instantly asked, “Because it’s my birthday?”

Beel shook his head.

“I really like cuddling with you.”

Belphegor

He was honestly annoyed at MC’s behavior. And worried. But if anyone asked, he was annoyed at it.

He was shocked- but still tired. So he pushed MC over slightly and layer down next to them.

Him popping up in MCs room was honestly a normal thing. They’d do whatever they were doing and Belphie would claim their bed.

So when he slunk to their room, he didn’t expect to see them in their bed.

As he was falling asleep, he heard MC’s phone start ringing. She had set her ringtone from the human world to be berry annoying.

He picked up the phone and said, “They’re asleep.” Before he could hang up, he heard them yell, “Tell her we said happy birthday!”

He was confused. MC had been acting bratty... because it was their birthday?

He decided he needed a well-deserved nap first and that he’d handle it when he woke up.

They were both woke up a few hours later for dinner, and afterwards, MC retreated back to their room again.

Belphie snuck back into their bed, waiting for MC to finish their homework.

When MC finished, Belphie looked at them and said “Happy birthday.”

As MC spluttered and tried asking how he knew, he rolled his eyes and said, “You had family that called.”

“Oh.”

Belphie was by MCs side now, as they had been walking over to the bed during this ordeal.

“MC, I don’t need your reasoning for not telling me your birthday, but I hope I’ll be told next year?”

MC nods, smiling lightly.

“MC, will you watch the stars with me?”

(Aah, this took longer than expected!! I hope it’s what was expected)

[shinonometrash]

💕🍄The 12 Days of Ayumu 🍄💕

JULY 17TH!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYUMU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AYUMU 😭💕😭💕😭💕 Doing all this translating has done nothing except make me miss him even more 😭 But!!! Today is the big day!! And so we have the thing I’ve been saving for last!!!! The absolutely cutest Ayumu story I think I’ve ever read !!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I wanted to cry when I read it it was so sweet I love him so much sdfgnkjkjnfg

I was a lot more creative with translating this story to make it sound more fun and natural, since I’m finally getting comfortable enough to start doing that, I really hope you guys enjoy it !!

it’s pretty long, so I’m putting it under a readmore

Ayumu Shinonome: Happy Birthday ♡

technically this story is about Ayumu celebrating our birthday, rather than about celebrating his, but...

In the S ward is one of the most popular downtown areas in Tokyo.

2PM —

Middle schooler: Hey, look at that guy over there

Middle schooler 2: Oh my gosh, yeah!

Middle schooler: He’s a host, don’t you think?

Middle schooler 2: He’s definitely a host!

(…No, you’re wrong.)

(I’m just wearing a formal suit.)

Middle schooler: Eek…this is the first time I’ve seen a host in real life!

Middle schooler 2: I guess that’s the norm around here, we are in Tokyo after all!

Thanks to the middle school students who seem to be in the middle of a field trip, I now see the passersby struggling to contain their laughter.

(This couldn’t get any worse. Ugh, this sucks.)

(Really. I was already reluctant enough to do this as is…)

Speaking of which—

MC: Ayumuuuu~!

At last, the reason for all of this torture has arrived.

MC: Sorry! Did I keep you waitin-…

MC: !!!

(Uh…is she okay?)

MC: Ayumu, you…you look…so hot…

MC: Ahh, you look amazing!!

Ayumu: Dummy!! Keep your voice down!

(If she says something like that too loudly…)

Middle schooler: Oh no, look! He’s got a customer…

Middle schooler 2: She must be a huge regular…

Ayumu: …gah, come on, let’s go.

MC: Huh? Already?

MC: I haven’t changed into my pumps yet…

Ayumu: It’s fine, come on! Hurry up!

MC: Ahh, hold up! I came all this way so at least let me put my arm around yours…

MC: Gahh, slow down! You’re walking way too fast!

MC: Ayuumuuuuuu!

This all started about two weeks ago.

MC: Ayumu! Look! This is what I was talking about!

Ayumu: Eh…? Scary…

Fresh out of the bath, my girlfriend suddenly plops down on the ground.

Ayumu: …What

Ayumu: Don’t tell me you broke my limited edition Tyrannosaurus mug…

MC: No, no, that’s not it!

MC: It has to do with this year’s KappaMC Birthday Celebration!

Ayumu: Gross

Ayumu: You’re creating your own birthday celebration…?

MC: It’s a great idea, isn’t it!

MC: I see this kind of thing a lot on social media!

Ayumu: Even so, you’re not supposed to post that about yourself

Ayumu: That sort of tag is made by enthusiastic fans…

MC: Well then, I’ll ask you to do it, Ayumu! Since you should be my biggest fan!

MC: Pleaaase do it with me~?

MC: Take me on a date in a formal suit please!

Nonsense, I thought. At the time.

However, at a later date…

Toru: Ahh~ This seems to be real popular these days! Suit men

Ayumu: …what?

Toru: If you search anywhere on social media sites, you’ll get tons of hits~

Toru: Guys uploading selfies in suits

…I don’t get it.

What’s so fun about showing off a suit?

(Although, she did say something the other day about wanting to go on a date with me in a formal suit..)

Ayumu: Frivolous. Completely.

Toru: Noo, you just need to choose the right place to go!

Toru: Shall the Great Toru offer you some guidance~?

Ayumu: No thanks. There’s no way that’s ever happening…

Toru: Hm, well I don’t know what kind of person your partner is, but—

Toru: Sometimes it’s important to spice things up a bit so that you don’t fall into a rut!

Ayumu: …

Toru: Again, I really have noo idea who your partner is buuuut

Toru: I think women who like that sort of thing would be really happy~

Ayumu: …

(…bah. He’s probably right.)

(She does seem like she’d like that sort of thing…)

That’s why I decided to title it “The Extraordinary Production”

I end up regretting this as soon as we start stage one—meeting up downtown.

(Ah, well, at least I won’t feel as out of place at the next stage.)

Yes, and the next stage is—

MC: Look! Look! Ayumu! The view outside is sooooooo pretty!!

Ayumu: Ah, I see.

(Naturally. We are on the 38th floor.)

By the way, the seats here are filled almost full.

Of them, about half are reservations.

MC: Whoaaa, did you see?? This afternoon tea set!!

MC: The tea stand! It has five tiers! Five!!

Ayumu: Ah, I see.

MC: Hey, at least act more surprised!

MC: Fives tiers? This is the first time, for me at least, that I’ve ever seen anything like this!

(…yeah, I suppose it would be)

I say this because—

Toru: How’s this place look?

Toru: “Enjoy some luxury afternoon tea on the top floor of a high rise tower”

Toru: Whoa, the tea stand, it’s got five tiers!

Ayumu: Ah, I see.

Toru: Ugh, what kind of response was that!

Toru: Are you even listening?? The tea stand has five tears!!

Toru: Isn’t that alone pretty much a win right there?

Ayumu: I don’t get it.

Toru: In a date, it’s either a win or a loss…

Soma: But doesn’t it seem likely that it would make his date happy?

Ayumu: !

Soma: Women who are particular about food will also care about how many tiers of sweets there are, will they not?

Soma: Glutto-no, women who eat everything with enthusiasm,

Soma: I think they would be very pleased with a five tiered tea stand.

Ayumu: Haa…

MC: What should I do?? My heart is beating so fast, I’m so excited…

MC: I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all five tiers…

Ayumu: If it’s you, you’ll be fine.

Ayumu: …since you’re a glutton.

MC: Huh? What did you just say right now…?

Ayumu: Nothing, don’t worry about it.

Seeing the waiter passing by, I raise my hand to get their attention.

Waiter: Did you decide what you would like to order?

Ayumu: The afternoon tea set for two people, please.

Ayumu: The original black tea blend.

Waiter: Understood, thank you.

As soon as the waiter walks away, I purposely sigh dramatically.

Ayumu: So noisy

MC: Wha-…I didn’t even sa-

Ayumu: Your stare

Ayumu: It feels like you’re trying to stare into my soul or something since a while ago.

MC: …hey, b-but that….

MC: I mean! I can’t help it…

MC: You just look way too amazing today, it’s like my eyes are being sucked in…

Ayumu: …

(…what is she even saying, this girl)

Ayumu: This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me like this though, is it? In a suit?

MC: That’s true, but…today is special…

MC: You wore the suit for me, didn’t you?

MC: That automatically makes you look, like, 30% hotter!

MC: I’m just so happy, I can’t stop looking at you

Ayumu: ….I see.

There was a strange pause before I replied.

Probably because I was remembering the advice that Toru gave me.

Toru:  You definitely need to be sure to always compliment your date’s outfit~

Ayumu: …wha?

Toru: Well, if you’re wearing a formal suit

Toru: Then your date should also be in formal wear, right?

Ayumu: that…well…

Toru: And so, you need to be sure to give your date lots of compliments!

Toru: Cause girls always put several times more effort into things like their makeup and hairstyle!

Ayumu: No, no, she doesn’t have me beat there

Ayumu: If we’re talking hairstyle, it’s definitely me…

Toru:  Bah, well, saying things like “that looks great on you” or “you look pretty” is always a safe bet

Toru: And then…

Ayumu: You don’t—

MC: “I don’t”?

—“you don’t look too bad yourself, either”

That’s it. All I have to do is use what she said as an opportunity to compliment her back.

(So, come on. Say it.)

(Just light and natural.)

(Sound genuine about it…)

Ayumu: You don’t—

MC: Ah!!

Suddenly, my girlfriend jumps out of her chair as if remembering something.

MC: Sorry, is it okay if I go to the restroom for real quick?

MC:  It’s…my shoes, I’m still wearing my sneakers

Ayumu: …

MC: No, I know already, you don’t have to tell me

MC: “You should’ve just worn your pumps from the beginning”

MC: That’s what you were about to say, right?

MC: But these shoes don’t quite fit right…

MC: “It’ll be fine if just change into them right before I meet up with Ayumu”…is what I had told myself

Ayumu: …

MC: I’ll just change into them real quick!!

Ayumu: …

(…This sucks.)

I just let a perfect chance that I’ll probably never see again slip by.

(No, it’s fine though.)

(It’s not like I absolutely HAVE to give her a compliment.)

That was just Toru’s opinion.

She didn’t specifically ask me to do it, or anything.

And so, from there, while I’m with my girl…

MC: Ahh, that was so delicious!

MC: The cake and the scones and the tea, they were all the best! Ayumu: …

MC: Oh, and the clotted cream too!

MC: It was the first time I’ve ever had it but it went surprisingly well with the scones~

MC: I wonder if they sell it at that other shop…

(…this is it.)

Her head is probably full of the afternoon tea we just had.

I want to make her happy…more than anything.

(But it’s impossible to compliment her when things are like this.)

I’ll just start by making a statement about what she’s wearing, but it’ll have a compliment at the end.

“I noticed your dress has lace on top of the turquoise fabric. It’s not bad.

“Those pumps must not be comfortable to wear. But they go nicely with the dress.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you wear this much makeup. It looks nice.”

(I’m psyching myself up too much, aren’t I?)

I guess it just goes to show how much I’ve been looking forward to this day, though.

MC: So where are we going next?

Ayumu: Anywhere is fine, as long as it only takes about an hour.

MC: Hm? What does that mean?

Ayumu: This.

I pull two tickets out of the breast pocket of my suit.

MC: Whaa…the opera??

Ayumu: It’s in about an hour from now. So we can’t go unless we go at that time.

(The idea wasn’t mine, though.)

Yes, this idea…

Toru: Hmm, what other places would be good to wear a formal suit to…

Toru: What about a luxury brand store?

Ayumu: Huh?

Toru: If you wear a businesswear vs a formal suit to a shop, the staff will treat you differently, right?

Toru: Because they’ll be acting even more polite to you

Toru: There’s no doubt that your date will feel like a celebrity!

Toru: Right, Goto?

Goto: Don’t touch me, I’m not responding to that.

Toru: And after you can take her to a fancy restaurant inside a hotel or a bar with a gorgeous night view!

Toru: Sure it might be a little cliche sounding, but it’ll certainly be something out of the ordinary that you won’t forget!

Toru: Hey, Gotooo!

Goto: Look, even if you touch me, I’m still not going to respo-

???: Aww, aren’t you guys sweet

Toru: …huh?

Tsugaru: Don’t you know this is the perfect time to go watch the opera?

Ayumu: ..……good afternoon. How long have you been there?

Tsugaru: Now that hardly matters, does it?

Tsugaru: More importantly, if you’re going to put all that effort into a date, you should go to the opera.

Tsugaru: It’s like a date specifically meant for formal wear, is it not~?

Tsugaru: Hmmm, but…

Tsugaru: It’s possible the person you’re planning to take on a date doesn’t understand the opera, though.

Ayumu: …I should first confirm whether that’s true or not, though

Ayumu: Hey, have you ever watched the opera?

MC: Uhhhh, that’s…

MC: Well, I’ve seen Phantom of the Opera…

Ayumu: That’s not the same thing

Ayumu: That’s just a musical.

MC: …well of course I know that much!

MC: So, this is a first

MC: It’ll be my “first time”!

Ayumu: Wait…do you hear that—

MC: I want my first time to be with you, Ayumu!

MC: So please, take my opera virginity—!

???: Ahhh!!

A sudden scream drowns out her playful chattering.

Woman: A purse snatcher…!!

Woman: Somebody, please! My bag!

(Seriously? A purse snatcher?)

Before I get a chance to confirm, she jumps into action.

She starts chasing the purse snatcher.

(Dummy! What is she doing??)

Purse snatcher: Damn it…!

The criminal escapes to the back alley at the end of the road. Of course, my girl isn’t the type to give up so easily.

MC: Stop right there!

While she chases after the purse snatcher, I enter the next alley. 

If the criminal turns the corner here, I’m pretty sure I can cut him off.

Sure enough—

(…he came.)

MC: Ayumu!

Purse snatcher: Shit…!

I’m in front of the criminal, blocking his path, while she’s at his back. He turns around and rushes at her.

Purse snatcher: Move it!

MC: Just who do you think you are!!

Her next move is quite something. As the criminal charges at her, she swiftly grabs his right hand, twisting it behind his back and shoving him to the ground, planting her body weight on his back.

Purse snatcher: Ouch! Ow ow ow!

From there, we hand over the criminal to the authorities and all live happily ever after—

Or not.

MC: The interrogation took longer than I expected…

Ayumu: Yeah, it did

MC: But if we leave now we should be able to just barely make it in time…

???: Oh my gosh, look at her

I hear a whisper from a woman passing by.

Woman: Yikes, look at her, did she get into a fight?

Woman 2: Maybe she fell? There’s a hole in her stockings

The innocent exchange seems to have reached her ears.

MC: Oh…

There’s no denying that she looks beat up right now.

Her dress is dirty and the knees of her stockings have holes in them. 

(Of course.)

(She had to straddle the criminal on the ground to secure him.)

However, her stockings aren’t the only thing that tore.

MC: I-I’m sorry, I’lll go change them right away…

Ayumu: The lace

MC: Huh?

Ayumu: The lace part on your dress, too

MC: !

Ayumu: Did it get caught on something? Like a nail?

Ayumu: When you were chasing after the purse snatcher

MC: …ah, yeah…

Seems I probably guessed right.

MC: I’m so sorry, I’ll go change into a new outfit…

MC: Ah…but, the time…

Ayumu: …

MC: Please just wait a second…I’ll figure it out someway or another…

MC: To change…I’ll just, I’ll go buy some new clothes…

Ayumu: It’s fine, the way it is now

Strangely, the words seem to just flow out of my mouth on their own accord

Ayumu: You don’t look bad

MC: Uhh…?

Ayumu: It doesn’t look bad, does it? How you look right now

It’s still the outfit she put so much effort into, just a bit worn out now.

Either way, it’s still very ‘KappaMC’-like.

(Really, it’s not bad.)

I run my hands through her messy hair to smooth it out.

She looks up at me, confused.

MC: Um…Ayumu…?

Ayumu: Let’s go

MC: Wait, I can’t go to the opera looking like this…

Ayumu: We’re not. Going to the opera, that is.

MC: What! No! Don’t say that!

MC: You already bought the tickets and everything…

Ayumu: Don’t worry about it, really, it’s okay.

Just a slight change in schedule.

Truthfully, I had planned on bringing her ‘here’ after the opera, anyway.

(Ah, but this timing actually isn’t bad at all, it works out well.)

Ayumu: Aren’t you coming?

MC: But…I look like a mess…

Ayumu: You look fine, don’t worry about it

Ayumu: I rented out the place

MC: Rented out??

MC: Here??

Startled, she looks around at the surroundings.

(Ah, well, it makes sense. Reacting that way.)

If I was in her position,  I’d probably react the same way,

Ayumu: Your hand.

MC: Sorry?

Ayumu: Your left hand. Give it to me.

MC: Oh, um, alright…

I grabbed her nervously outstretched hand and led her to middle of the stairs.

(Finally.)

Now we just need to stand here for five more seconds.

Honestly, this is the most nerve wracking part of the whole day.

(But, well, it’s her birthday.)

(And it’s special.)

Ayumu: 3…2…1…

At the exact moment I point, balloons float up into the sky.

MC: Balloons??!

She watches as the balloons float upwards, eyes wide in surprise.

I use her distraction as an opportunity to pick up the bouquet I had hidden.

Ayumu: Happy birthday

Her mouth falls open wide in shock.

Yeah. It really isn’t like me to do this sort of thing.

But, the one who thought of this surprise, make no mistake, was me. I came up with it.

(This is a once in a year occasion, after all.)

(And I thought she would like it, if I did this.)

Ayumu: So? What do you think?

MC: … Ayumu: MC?

No reply.

(Uhh, what’s the status here?)

(Maybe I messed up…)

MC: A-a…yu…

(Ah-yoo…?)

MC: A-yu-muuuuu…!!

(Whoa wait just a-)

Ayumu: Oof

Sniffling, she throws her arms around me.

MC: I-I…j-just…nnnf, I’m…I’m so, nnnnff, so happy…I, nnnf, love it…s..so much..!!

MC: T-th…! This…surprise, nnnf, it…it’s…!!!

Ayumu: …

MC: P-plea…zz…please sta…stay with, nnnf, with me…fore…forever, nnnf…!!

Ayumu: …dummy.

Ayumu: I can’t understand what you’re saying.

That’s a lie. 

Truthfully, I understand perfectly what she’s saying.

(“Stay with me.”)

I’ll stay with you, for the rest of our lives.

In return, don’t ever let go of me.

I did something today that I never would’ve even dreamed of doing before, all because you’ve changed me.

Ayumu: Happy birthday

MC: T-thank you…

Ayumu: So, what shall we do from here?

First, I have a room for us to stay at.

But after we check in, we can spend our time however we’d like until dinner time. 

(Ah, no, but before that we need to change.)

(As you’d imagine, going to the restaurant looking like this would be…)

MC: …iss…

Ayumu: Hm?

MC: Kiss…I want to kiss you…

MC: From here on…with you, forever…

Ayumu: …

Ayumu: …dummy

I was asking about later today, but…

Is she asking for a kiss with a runny nose and a tear soaked face?

There’s a lot of things I want to say to that, but—

(Ah, well, it’s her birthday…)

Her lips taste salty, as expected.

But…I don’t hate it. Maybe I’ve gone crazy too.

MC: Thank you…

As we pulled away from the kiss she sniffled loudly.

MC: I, um, I feel like I’m dreaming…

MC: My head feels all fuzzy…

Ah, I see.

MC: I’m gonna…just you wait…!

MC: Next time it’s your birthday, I’m gonna think of an amazing surprise…!

Ayumu: No need to.

I have nothing but a bad feeling about that.

Ayumu: Seriously, don’t. Hard pass.

MC: …hmph, meanie!

MC: If this is how you feel, now I’m DEFINITELY going to plan something!!!

MC: Like making dinosaur balloons, or dinosaur 3D pancakes, or…

MC: Maybe I’ll rent out a whole museum…

MC: Mmph, mmm…

It’s really not necessary. Coming up with some sort of surprise.

(If you’re here with me.)

As long as you stay here next to me—

If we can kiss like this, then that’s enough for me.

-The End-

Isn’t that CG gorgeous??? And wasn’t that story soooo frickin adorable??? sbkhgkjadbf I have so many feelings about this 😭💕😭💕

And thank you so so so so sooo much to @world-a-to-z​!! Like I’d mentioned at the start, I was never part of the Peach fanclub because I only started reading Ayumu’s stories almost exactly a year ago now. And so, I didn’t have access to this story. So what did this absolutely wonderful person do?? Transcribe this entire story in Japanese!!!! And then was kind enough to send it to me, along with the screenshots of the backgrounds (which were pretty necessary for all the scene changes, I think) and the CG, so that I could translate it. So please give her a HUGE HUGE thank you for making basically almost the entirety of this birthday celebration possible!!! 💕💕💕

Thank you guys so much for celebrating with me! I hope everyone had a lot of fun!!! I can’t wait to actually sleep again now...I spent sooo much time doing all these translations whoops ><

In case you missed a day, or want to reread anything, you’ll find links to all the posted content here!

[detransexual]

Detransition is weird as shit even if its less of a struggle to deal with now. I wish i could speak more, louder and less afraid, i wish i could be open and honest and say what i think needs saying, there's not a lot of us willing to speak openly yet, not with our real faces, our real voices and our real names. Especially not those of us who have legitimate criticisms of the trans community and medical transition.

Its all declawed and defanged, wrapped up in cotten and presented as unthreatheningly as possible, and ive seen the stress on those who do speak bravely and openly and i do hope i muster up the courage to join their voices eventually, it feels like a moral failing to do nothing but talk to those closest to me when its getting noticably worse and i cant bare to think how many more girls like me there are gonna be, how many more there are in the less than ten years since i fell the rabbithole, and it terrifies me how much worse it must be for them, how little of an opportunity they really have to make a legitimate decision, how much harder it must be to actually figure out your own identity when you are been bombarded with unhinged internet politics and misogynistic propaganda on a daily basis.

like i dont WANT to sound like "think of the children!!1!" but legitimately? Think of the fucking children actually, there is literally nothing wrong with safeguarding children, it is not inherently a bad faith argument or a dogwhistle you idpol poisoned morons. There ARE a lot of teenage transitioners, children DO get prescribed puberty blockers, and we need to address the ethical dilemmas that come with that we cant just NOT discuss it??

Who fucking cares IF its transphobic, it doesnt fucking matter, there is a rapidly growing number of teenage girls who are experiencing very real distress about their bodies and how they are treated because of their bodies, and they're being told that THEY and their bodies are the problem, that they're different from other girls (ahah no dont develop class consciousness ur so easy to manipulate when you feel alienated from + persecuted by other women ahah~) that they'll never be comfortable in their bodies, and the only way to escape is to transition (ahah noo dont try to overcome your psychological distress and attempt self acceptance you're so profitable when you hate yourself and you're desperate for plastic surgery & hormones ahah~) like thats fucked, i mean thats absolutely FUCKED. That is just fucking marketing plastic surgery to people with body image issues, at its core that is what it fucking is, all in the name of proving that trans people are as indistinguishable as possible from the opposite sex (ahah noo dont safeguard children from lifelong & irreversible complications they're so convenient as ideological pawns we can use as an argumwnt for why biological sex doesnt matter ahah~)

you cant tell fucking KIDS that they were magically born in the wrong body and the ONLY way for them to be happy is to become a lifetime patient and then go "well its their choice! Kids known themselves best, there's no unsavoury incentives here they're making a totally informed and free decision, nothing to see here!" and think im not gonna think you're like, evil actually. I know most people have good intentions, i know more yet just dont dare speak out, i know there are very legitimate cult-like dynamics going on here, i do have empathy, i am being hyperbolic and i understand most people are just eager to please morons who are being fed propaganda and actively being discouraged from structural analysis on ANY level but it is so frustrating how so many useful idiots can cause so much damage when they are trying to do the opposite i feel like im going crazy sometimes. I mean i am but thats mostly unrelated.

Anyway im perhaps a little bit batshit unhinged sometimes but i dont feel like im being unreasonable about this one, its morally fucked up to not only allow but actively encourage young girls with high rates of trauma (especially sexual trauma), social difficulties, and severe and complex mental health issues to undergo permanent medical changes that we know neither the full risks and side effects of, nor the efficacy of it as a treatment, it just fucking is.

And yeah i care about young boys transitioning too but like, they're never gonna be my main concern because i will never experience athat so im not equipped to speak on it, aaaand also im not equipped to tackle how the incentives r verrry different because i havent met as many mtfs irl so i cant make any personal observations n im not as familiar with the comorbidity statistics etc.

Nyway thats not what i was gonna say originally but sometimes u get possessed by something or other like a fuckin.. Whatever that thing was with victorian people writing but it was ghosts somehow, idk im on drugs do you fucking mind

[binniedeactivated]

if you’re not busy can i request a smut where like yeonjun is super jealous and he like fucks his name into y/n’s skin??

I can’t stand you. || yeonjun💦

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“so how long have you been in korea?”.

soobin asks you from across the table while taking a sip of his drink. 

“I actually just moved here not too long ago. I wanted to be english teacher at first but I enrolled in university just because I’m not too sure anymore”. 

you answered honestly, all the while hugging yeonjun’s arm. He set up a double date tonight, he thought it would be a good idea for everyone to get acquainted that way. 

“english teacher? that’s adorable”. soobin smiles and you smile back of course. you weren’t nearly thinking about that job again. 

“yeah, i love kids I thought it would be fun to teach english you know?”.

“i can see you as an english teacher to be honest. you have the personality for it”.

“what does that mean?”. you ask, pretending to be insulted. Soobin could only laugh seeing that you might’ve took it the wrong way. He puts a hand up in defense. 

“No I mean, you’re bright and beautiful. I’m sure the kids would’ve loved you”.

you curl your lips in awe. 

“aw well thank you soobin. I think you’re an amazing leader”.

yeonjun rolls his eyes while he pretends to read the menu. He couldn’t focus on what he wanted to eat while hearing the both of you flatter each other to death. Soobin turns to his girlfriend, asking her if she found something to eat. You thought it would be a good idea to turn to yeonjun as well. 

“baby do you know what you’re getting?”. you ask innocently. he ignores you though until the waiter comes to the table and takes the orders and the menus. After you all were finished ordering you hug his arm tighter, hoping he’d at least look at you. 

“so have you thought about anything while you’re in University?”. soobin continued.

“not exactly. I’ve been trying though. There are just so many options with so little time”.

“if you’re struggling you know I can work out a spot for you at the company”.

yeonjun’s eyes bulge out of his sockets. soobin barely gives the homeless people he meets opportunities like that. so what the hell was he doing giving you one?

“really? oh no i couldn’t!”. you blush. 

“you can be a hair stylist, makeup artist, lyric writer. Just tell me”. 

“nah. I’m sure yeonjun wouldn’t want me to interfere with his work”. soobin laughs. 

“i wouldn’t mind though”. 

yeah, of course you wouldn’t. yeonjun thought. He stood to his feet and glared down at you. 

“come with me for a minute”.

he ordered. You thought nothing of it as calm as he was. He probably wanted to get you a drink at the bar or something. you gave soobin a small whisper assuring him you’ll be right back. you tried your hardest to follow yeonjun but he was walking way too fast and he even passed the bar on his way.

“jun slow down! where are we going?”.

you called out. he stopped at a door and waited for you to approach him. Once you did so he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into the bathroom with him, locking the door behind him. 

“jun what the hell is wrong with you?”.

he snarkily points his finger in your face while your back laid against the door. 

“oh you’re real bold right?”.

“what?”.

“just flirt with my best friend in my face? As if i’m not sitting at the table with you? how stupid are you?”.

“no one is flirting with soobin. He sparked up a conversation so I joined. what’s the big fucking deal?”.

“oh so him calling you beautiful and you blushing like a single woman doesn’t ring a bell to you?”.

“He can’t call me beautiful? So no one else gets to think I’m beautiful because I’m dating choi yeonjun?”.

“you know that’s not what I mean”.

“no i don’t care about what you mean! You’re just a jealous piece of shit. What is it? you think soobin looks better than you or something?”.

“I’m not jealous”. 

“then what the hell are you yeonjun? you got me against a fucking bathroom door yelling at me because your best friend called me good looking. This is as jealous as it gets”. 

“what did I just say?”.

“no what did I just say!? You’re a jealous piece of shit”.

yeonjun steps closer to you with his jaw clenched. 

“call me that one more time”.

“you’re a jealous. piece. of. shit”. 

and it was just like yeonjun to never show his anger in his face much but much more through his actions. He grabbed you by your wrists like before and threw you over the bathroom sink. he immediately wraps his hand around your throat and presses his dick against your ass. 

“take your panties off now”.

he snarls, and not being able to do much under his grip you do as you were told. He shoves you further allowing your ass to perk up, pressed perfectly against him. He unzips his slacks and shoves himself inside you. you watched it all unravel through the mirror in front of you. you looked helpless and his hand was beginning to make marks on your skin. 

“you’re a fucking slut don’t you know that?”. 

he hisses picking up a rhythm while fucking you. you closed your eyes in bliss. sometimes you didn’t know how bad you wanted yeonjun until he was already inside of you.

“yeonjun i didn’t flir--”.

“shut the fuck up”.

he hisses once more and slaps your ass while he was at it. The more his dick delved through your hole the wetter you became. you didn’t want to with the way yeonjun was talking to you but he was always so sexy while he was angry you couldn’t help it. you bit your lip and mewled at the dirty looks he gave you through the mirror. 

he grips your waist and plunges into you deeper and rougher than before. you grasped the bathroom sink in hopes that you wouldn’t hurt yourself. yeonjun honestly couldn’t care less. 

“you probably think soobin can fuck you like this don’t you?”. 

“mmmph--noo jjun”. 

“you’re a liar”.

he said so harshly it felt like he practically spat on you. he grouses in a low tone, snatching his lower lip up with his teeth. 

“fuck--your pussy feels good”. 

you whimpered which only made him go faster. he loved hearing you hopeless. he loved hearing you sound like you were on the verge of crying. He loved hearing you sound like you couldn’t take his dick at all. 

yet he drills you hard. each time your body shifted you whined, your pussy throbbing wet and swollen. with his grip on your neck and him fucking you in a public bathroom you truly felt like a whore. you felt like you deserved to feel like this. maybe you did flirt with soobin. maybe you did blush when he called you beautiful. 

maybe you had thoughts about him fucking you like this. yet you knew he never could. 

“jjun--fuck jjun!”.

you sob, feeling your eyes clog with tears. those sensational butterflies in your stomach ate at you with so much pressure it felt like torture. you wanted to cum but you felt stuck. yeonjun bruises your ass again, 

“I don’t want you flirting with anyone else do you fucking understand me?”. 

“yes! yes jjun!”. 

you cry with his dick overloading you with ecstasy. you wanted to explode. and to make matters worse he was hammering you harsher than before. 

“because what?”.

tears frenzied down your hot cheeks. He bruises your thighs and ass with his hand again and again. 

“bbbecause I have a-- fuck! junn oh my god”.

“because what?”.

“because I have a bboyfriend!”. 

“good girl”. 

he smirks while groaning. He drapes his body or yours just to kiss you on your tear stain cheeks. you never understood how nonchalant yeonjun could be when he was fucking the hell out of you. 

“is my good girl crying?”. 

you nod your head slowly wailing his name. your ass claps on him hard. he bites your neck with his teeth, leaving another bruise for everyone to see. 

“jjunnie! I’m going to cum”. 

he fucks into you harder until you’re squirting all over him, and also until he was filling you with his hot fluids. he relieves you of his grip and breathes heavily, zipping his pants back up. and poor you, your mascara was smeared and you were fucked out and all bruised up. you just wanted to sleep. 

yeonjun could execute rough sex pretty well. but he was also a sucker for after care. he takes a couple of tissues and wipes your face; even pulling your dress down passed your thighs to hide the bruises he made. he kisses the ones he created on your neck just before he plants one on your lips. it was a disaster, what he’d done to you. and he knew it. 

“I’m sorry baby. I guess I am a jealous piece of shit aren’t I?”.

[tomatada-witch]

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Hii this is Chi💚 anon, Thank you so much for the reading, so detailed. And don’t worry about the delay, everyone has their own personal life and problems. Which is understandable.

I have to start that it hit so much, sounds dramatic but I literally teared up while reading it. Thank you for the message<33 I will have fait in myself and keep fighting.

It’s true I have a lot of ideas in my head that I want to achieve but Yeahh I can’t do everything at once and sometimes it just sounds so unrealistic. Although I’m happy to hear to have many opportunities. I have to use and take it usefully. I always want the best way to achieve my dream but I don’t know what is the best cause they all can sound good. My mind is always with different plans and ways for my career life cause it is really important to me. Financial stable everything .Also thank you for the idea, I will write it down , pros and coins.

Yeahh I can already see this will be hard for me at first, cause it is kinda a be field for me which I have never expected. Ohhh noo not the in pain, I overthink really fast when something doesn’t go good or as I planned. I start to lose hope or motivation or being l stressed and worried. The ten of swords sounds scary.

Oofff what a relief with the nine of pentacles, rest. I do work really hard when I want to achieve something ( when I really find my passion and of course committed to it) sometimes I can overwork myself with that. But I’m happy to hear like definitely that it will be stable ( don’t know how long it will cost). And yess I love financial stable. The people who didn’t believe in me will support me then… I-…woww although it will be going after your dream without any support but I also love to be independent because I’m the type that say “ I will prove you” I really dislike when someone underestimated me. Trusting myself is the key I see.

I have got short readings about my career life and everything I got, that I will achieve the job I wanted but then will change or feel something is missing and will do another job or something else. Ohhh now I wonder why I act like that because why would I lose motivation and faith in something I have worked hard for of course working is exhausting me tiring but is it that much? But Yeahh definitely in these time I also think from myself that I will definitely have to take a break and clear my mind and treat myself like charge myself again.

For the last card I feel like it’s definitely about the present and the beginning of my career when I start cause I feel really pressured especially by my family, they don’t support me and want to do medical education like becoming a doctor. They weren’t happy when I chose my own way haha. And yess everyone keeps saying that I look weak, my personality doesn’t suit it, I’m to soft, naive and weak for the career path I want. Just because for now I don’t look like it, I’m just a high schooler who doesn’t talk a lot. And yess I did start to doubt myself a lot and dug down myself. I felt lonely , I just want support but Yeahh guess not.

Thank you for the beautiful card, I will definitely not give up because I know I can do it, I will prove these people. I used to be kinda manipulated by my parents ideal job that they want me to be. It costed me a lot of time to finally hear my own calling and choose my needs. Ohh yess I do be criticising myself a lot and compare myself , I’m kinda competitive sometimes even tho I’m trying not to be because everyone has to work hard to be in some positions.

I honestly want to work in the economics field, I’m doing some economics sources. I want to do something with accountancy or managing. I love to be in high position ( here we go again with unrealistic idea but who knows by hard working I can reach it with a lot of time but eyyy). I want to be a manager or at least some good position in a company ig. But I’m unsure if that will suit me:( I’m doubting myself so much but career is something really serious. Yeahh I really have to build up my self esteem because I’m really insecure about myself.

Thank you so for the reading, it was helpful really:)) I felt really touched. It described everything I’m feeling now. Thank you so much for the reading again, and you effort , energy seeing how detailed it is. Like this can be a paid reading of 15€ or some. Take care of yourself, don’t pressure yourself too much cause of the readings since readings te really draining to do . I understand.

💚Have a wonderful day ahead, keep doing what you’re doing, take care!!! 💚

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Thank you so much for understanding and thank you so much for this feedback, I loved reading every single word because I know it also took a lot of you to write such a big feedback! So thank you! Honestly, thanks to you, because I don’t want to see you go or not being able to ask questions because you are shy or something similar, I will keep my anons open so you are always welcome!

And hey! I don’t think it’s dramatic, I just think you have a lot of things going on and sometimes we need to let go of some tears in order to feel better, and I really hope this was the case!

Something that I also want to point out is that Plans /barely/ go according to well...plan. See a plan as a guideline and not a thing that has to be done by this order. IT’s normal to overthink but don’t let that get to you, while there’s life there’s hope! Also, I think we are similar in that aspect, when people don’t think I can do it oh, heck I /will do it/ and prove them wrong, and this is a good thing because it keeps you motivated, it’s like transforming fears and anger into motivation to keep moving forward. About losing motivation- Well sometimes is the routine or the “ god I have to do this, I don't feel like it” sometimes it’s better to take a pause and return to it, I think in these moments you have to stop, think why you are here why did you fight so hard to get here! Things will go into place!

I totally get you, but remember if you have the strength to choose your own path with everyone looking down on you- heck that isn’t somebody who is weak, you took a rebellious position and that is brave! Sometimes, I don’t know if you are, but emotional people are seen as weak, or nice people are seen as weak when they are not. It takes strength to show how we truly feel, when you less expect you will make decisions that will prove just that. Believe in yourself because I know this will happen. And you already have support! I support you in your decision, this is your path, your life, and no one else's! And about competition? That is just fuel to get better at something! Remember each one has their different paths and life, but if they can do it, so can you! Maybe you have to work harder than everyone but that won’t stop you!

Also, I don’t think your job is unrealistic, but you have to gain information on how to go there, I don’t know if your school has psychologists but they also help you with this kind of stuff! Everyone doubts himself once in a while, it’s normal but what is important is what you do with it! Keep moving forward, keep being yourself, the rest will only follow!

For my final words, I want to say that I am really glad that you liked it and that you found it helpful! And thank you for the Idea! I am thinking of opening some paid and feeling you have my back even if you can’t pay anything means a lot!!

So thank you for these kind words and for your feedback! Remember you are always welcome and you can do it!!

Keep moving forward!

[elles-writing]

When The Worlds Collide - V

Pairing: Kili x reader

gif not mine

A/N: A new chapter!! I hope you’ll enjoy this one. I’m having a stressfull and changing times right now, I’m trying to fight with my overthinking and also trying to figure out many things and books have became my new reality, so…yeah. I’m going to be writting, but posting less, around two times or one time per week, because I want to give you good quality content around at least one thousand words.

I also could not draw, I didn’t got time for it. I’ll add the fanart later, I’m sorry about that, but I think you are going to love it. A lot.

You can send me asks all the time, I love answering them!!

I hope you guys are safe, remember, you are going to be okay at the end!!

Question of the day: Do you like C. S. Lewis‘ books as well? I personally love Narnia a lot!

Masterlist       part one        part two   part three   part four

Tags: @moony-artnstuff​  @whenputtingpentopaper​

Kili’s personality by MBTI (I was wondering about it, so I used Google) from @funkymbtifiction​ . ESFP

….

You were waiting for their reaction, when they decided to try tea with milk.

Pfff!

Both Kili and Fili grimaced.

„That’s a weird combination.“

„Wait…“ They carefully sipped again and Kili firmly shook his head. He clearly didn’t liked it, but Fili carefully sipped a bit again.

„Well,“ he said after a few moments.

„It’s not that bad.“ You looked over at Kili.

„Yeah, it’s good…“ You smirked and folded your hands on your chest.

„I can clearly see in your face that it’s everything but good.“ Kili looked down at the cup with suspicous glare.

„It’s okay, some people here dislike it, or even despise it. It’s up to everybody’s preference.“ You shrugged your shoulders.

Living with them was not the worst thing ever, though. You had to make sure everyone had a place to sleep, have enough food and introduce them to all the things in your world they didn’t had in Middle-Earth. And there was a lot of them.

The first thing, your house. The way it looked like. Then how the electricity works (which took you some googling, which was becoming a sport now, when you thought about it). How does the shower works. And a lot of other topics.

It was almost a week since they came into your life, and even if you sometimes felt flustrated, sometimes a lot, but when there was Gandalf, Balin, Bard and Bilbo, whom knew how to make sure that the dwarves (and even elves) won’t do more bad than good.

There was one dwarf in particular who was making you blush on every single opportunity he got to flirt with you, shamelessly, being cheeky and totally charming.

It was Kili, obviously.

You acted you didn’t really paid too much attention to it, but every action he did (well, aside from his cooking, that was making you feel anxious and letting him in kitchen only with somebody whom knew how to cook, which was often Bilbo or Bard) was making your stomach flip and create a bunch of butterflies flying inside your belly.

You wanted to introduce them your favourite music, but you didn’t wanted to be way too fast. They needed time to adjust and you were still trying to figure out how to send them back home.

You‘ve often dreamed about going to Middle-Earth before, obviously, but now it was a serious thing. If you’d found a way, you could maybe go with them. You didn’t wanted to leave your friends and family behind, but a simple life in a cottage with bunch of books, comfortable bed and armchairs and garden with vegetables and apple and pear trees was all you’ve been dreaming of. So peaceful and calm life, away from all the stress that took a note on your mental health from time to time…

„KILI, YOU BROKE SEVENTH CUP THIS WEEK-“ You’ve heard Fili from the kitchen and sighed. Living with them all was great, but if you wouldn’t figure out the way to get them back, you were sure you would run out of dishes you had.

You’ve decided to take a look at calendar and see what you had planned out, so you’d say you were still sick or something, because it would be a challenge to leave for like an hour to get some shopping done.

You couldn’t imagine leaving them here for eight and more hours.

You took your calendar and started flipping through it, but a thought came to you.

You looked at the date they appeared at your doorstep and in your house, and checked the moon phrase.

You froze.

It was a new moon.

You frowned and sat down to your laptop, ignoring stares you got from mostly of the dwarves and elves.

„It cannot be…“  you mumbled. Gandalf looked at you.

„What’s wrong, miss Y/N?“ You looked up at him.

„You’ve appeared here at night when was a full moon, which means new beginnings. That would make a sense.“ He sat down to you (you’ve explained them how most of things in modern world are working) and looked at the screen.

„i was probably at the same phase of moon, even if most of…“ you carefully looked over at Fili and Kili, trying out eating rice by one grain, and almost rolled your eyes.

„…most of you won’t still admit where you were and what you were doing.“ Gandalf looked at you with his “granfather“ look.

„Yeah, dwarves and elves are stubborn.“ You sadly smiled and nodded.

„That’s what they are, but I still wonder…“ you’ve heard loud ACHOOOO-! and sighed.

„Bard, get out from the kitchen!“

„That was Legolas!“

„Legolas, stop looking through the spices! You know you sneeze after the pepper!!“

„I just touched a mug!“ You deeply sighed.

„Kili, Fili, you should stop waisting the pepper, or I’m going to shave off your beards.“ You’ve heard how they choked on their rice.

„Yeah, I am being serious. I may also put some pepper to your beds sometime.“

„You wouldn’t!“ You’ve heard Kili’s voice. You smirked to yourself.

„Maybe.“

„Oh noo, Y/N, you would not!“ He dramatically announced and you shook your head.

„Wanna find out?“

„You’re evil.“ He mumbled.

„Aye, I know.“ You laughed.

You and Kili were teasing each other like this all the time. You knew he was all flirty (you never played the other two movies – they told you that the first one has turned off after five minutes, which you assumed was because electricity was turned off, and you needed to figure out how to watch the scenes where Kili was flirting with Tauriel without feeling way too jealous.), so you didn’t wanted to get your heart crushed.

But it was fun. Really fun.

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Otomate Party 2019 Piofiore no Banshou: December 31, 1925 drama

So... I ended up translating this as a favour owed to someone who I got to borrow a switch from before I got my own. Haven’t actually played piofiore so I might have used different words for the chars as opposed to what’s  in the game (please tell me if you think something should be changed since I strive to match the game text). 

This is likely going to be the only piofiore translation i do since I found nothing aside from some of the stories that came from a store bonus booklet which ended up being translated and put in to copy-able text that I could read....  and I have no interest in going further out of my way to hurt my hand by writing out the text from any more dramas from a fandom I don’t really have any interest in... as I already did so for this. 

anyway, I translate from Chinese into English so this may not be 100% accurate. the video for this has now been moved to my private blog.

Piofiore no Banshou: December 31, 1925

Translation by KumoriYami

Nicola: no one's here yet, though this is definitely the agreed upon time. Well, it is New Year's Eve today. If no one comes after midnight, I'll just head back.

(door creaks open)

Gilbert: ~hums~ haha yo, nicola!

Nicola: Hello, that really was quite an entrance, Gilbert. Have you been drinking?

Gilbert: I haven't/No [check audio], I just recently met interesting man at a/the bar who dreams of going to the moon. It was incredible, like we weren't strangers at all.

(door creaks open)

Yang: What, surprisingly no on is here yet, and it seems that I'm early.

Gilbrt: Noo, you're totally late, late at the clock, Yang.

Yang: In any case you were also late, Redford

Nicola: Can you stop being late all the/every time?

Yang: As always, you have such a strong sense of time, Francesca. Are you really from this country?

Nicola: How rude. My family is of pure Italian descent, regardless of how far many generations back you go/regardless of how far back you go.

Gilbert: Ah, what happened to Dante? I don't see him.

Nicola: Ah, Dante, he was taken by our consultant.

Gilbert: Does that mean he'll be arriving late?

Nicola: Drinking to much— it'll cause a certain .... you understand?

Gilbert: That's true, although that hasn't been exaggerated/that's no exaggeration, the situation still hasn't reached that staged.

Yang: Ha......This is terrible. Why is it that on the last day of the year I must see a man's face/Why do I have to see a man's face until the end of the last day of the year?

Nicola: That's what I should be saying. Well, it was pretty nice to say hello to that child anyway.

Yang: As expected of Francesca, you're simply full of impure motives/bad ideas/have/are a collection of bad ideas.

Nicola: Yang [check audio might have written name down incorrectly], can you say that to me/do you have the right to say that to me?

Yang: I'll be taking that woman/That woman will brought back by me anyway so you should give up.

Gilbert: What are you saying, Yang. Also no one asked for your opinion.

Nicola: That's right, that child isn't yours.

Gilbert: Right, just as Nicola says, she's interested in me, so don't do anything unnecessary.

Nicola: That's right, she's Gilbert's— eh?

Gilbert: eh?

Nicola: Who do you think is interested in whom?

Gilbrt: Ahaha, don't make me repeat this since I'll feel embarrassed. She's already to go out on a date with me.

The two of us went to a gelato store overlooking the coast/sea...

Nicola: Isn't that just eating gelato in the same place? You can't be certain that she's interested in you.

Gilbert: Oh? What's wrong? Are you jealous/feeling bitter? Nicola.

(Yang’s VA starts walking away)

Nicola: For adults on a date to actually go to a gelato store [parlour] by the ocean, it's completely tasteless with zero sense of sentiment involved.

Yang: Hm...

Nicola: By the way, last week that child and I enjoyed an evening at a nice and stylish bar.

gilbert. Oh.

Yang: ah, there's a split end

Gilbert: Ha! Isn't that just inviting someone to a simple dinner?

I mean, she's also lived at my home.

Nicola: That was since she couldn't do anything about it after you begged her, and was only pressured into do so.

Right! Before that, she specifically made me some desserts as a consolation.

Giilbert: That wasn't just for you. It was for Dante and Leo.

nicola: keh

Yang: Ah, I don't know when a scratch got onto the pipe.

gilbert: [Anyway?] Yang! 

Yang!

Yang: What.

Gilbert: Why aren't you showing any interest in this?

Yang: Because it's extremely boring, and I can't help it.

Besides, even if you want to argue

Wouldn't it be hard for you both to compete with me, who has already slept in that woman's room?

Nicola: eh, eh, ha, eh—?

Yang: I slept there.

nicola: eh?

Yang: The bed in that room was so bad, it's not even worth mentioning.

Nicola: [you know that] Using force is a crime/Used force to commit a crime? Yang.

Gilbert: Ah, wai-wait, wait,  hold it, Nicola.

That guy literally broke into her room without permission and slept there, that's all!

Nicola: Even though that was an unsuccessful attempt, wouldn't it be better to send him off here? In order to ensure her safety.

Gilbert: No, why are you always so quick to anger /why do you have such a short temper becomes so low when Yang is involved

Yang: che, how boring. In the end though, what's wrong? A man who makes a woman wait isn't a man, is he?

Gilbert: No, no, she's not waiting for you.

Nicola: nn, she's waiting for me.

Gilbert: No, no, that's also not right.

Yang: It's a pity, but I'm still the one who makes that woman most happy.

Nicola: If you don't want to compete, why don't you go back? Gilbert?

Gilbert: Ngh... Really, why are you bothersome.

Of course my desire to touch her is no less than how much you want tooooooooo

Nicolata: Gilbert, what the hell are you trying/asserting—

Ah, you, since when were you over there?

Yang: I see, it's no wonder why someone's gaze could be felt from the start of this until now

Gilbert: No, if you noticed, say something earlier, Yang!

Yang: So when did you start eavesdropping?

Nicola: from the very beginning, everything....

Gilbert: ...if it's true, there's no way around it

Nicola: Eh, wait, Gilbert?

Gilbert: When I see you smile, my heart becomes heated.

I want to touch you, and to hold you, regardless of where

Of course, even now.

I sincerely mean this.

Although we're only friends right now, I truly would like to have a special relationship with you one day

From now on, I will ask that you please be aware of my feelings.

Nicola: hey, hey, wa-wait a moment, Gilbert, why are you suddenly talking about love?

Gilbert: Hm? What's so strange about that?

yang: I think the the development just now was a little strange. 

Gilbert: I didn't say these words as a joke.

I want to tell people what I truly feel, and to the woman I love -

nicola: I don't think those are words that can be excused/forgiven for such a reason. You see, she also—

Huh?

yang: ...You have a somewhat approving mood to this/You’re slightly receptive to this?

Gilbert: You see, a man needs to be honest, remember that well

Yang: Thanks for your guidance, so what will you be doing? Francesca.

Nicola: What's going on?/What?

Yang: Do you want Redford to enjoy himself? Why don't you say one or two passionate words of courtship?

Nicola: Aren't you clearing enjoying the excitement/this?

Gilbert: Hehe! Don't force it, Nicola. Even you aren't able to love in the way I do.

Yang: What, Francesca? Are you not going to say anything?

Nicola: When it comes to that, I naturally also have feelings I want to convey

I think I'm messing around with you to some extent, but aren’t you always messing around with me?

I shouldn't be taking this seriously, and I understand that from the bottom of my heart.

I'm in the Mafia, and you're an ordinary girl.

There are countless reasons I can list for why we can't be together

even so, this is a real headache/dilemma.

For the first time, whenever I'm in your presence, I can't do what I want.

I love you, signorina.

Gilbert: Oh. Eh. Th-Th-That reaction was quite intense, so.. what will you do? Between myself and Nicola, who do you want to choose?

Yang: there's no need to ask such a question, Redford. Because that woman is already mine/my thing from the start.

Nicola: But I don't think any girl would choose a savage man like Yang?

Yang: Whatever you say. Fine. I'll accept your provocation.

Oi, you, become my woman.

Gilbert: Why would you start with something so thoughtless...

Nicola: I'd doubt your common sense, though there never was any common sense in Yang's dictionary in the first place/though, in the first place, there never was any common sense in your dictionary, Yang [check audio].

Yang: Shut up, don't interrupt me.

I hate cheap women who grovel, and having said that, it goes without saying that women who show fear are also boring.

I'd kill women who bore me, so you should actually look forward to it/this.

Perhaps you'll be a good toy to stop me from being bored.

How is that? If you come to my side, you will have a taste of a whole new world.

Should I take you back now and show you what it's like?

Adult games, that kind of stuff—

Nicola: okay okay okay, stop there!

Gilbert: On top of that, we can't go further than that/that's not going to work

nicola?: eh?

Gilbert: Would you have already been stabbed if Orlok was here?

Nicola: He'd/It'd be very nice if he went home.

Yang: Hah... what a noisy bunch. I'd have immediately brought her back if i knew it'd be like this.

Sweet words are enough in bed—

Gilbert: That's enough, Yang.

Yang: What are you doing, let me go

Gilbert: Who's going  to let you go. As soon as I l do that, you'll say something stupid.

No, [instead,] we really shouldn't have met on New Year's Eve.

Nicola: In the end, there was simply no time to talk about work. Let's wait for a new opportunity to find time to do so later.

Gilbert: Ah, that's fine. Goodbye, Nicola. Alright, you're going back Yang!

Yang: There's no helping it then. I'll go back for today, but next year, I will make you mine/my thing [东西 is usually translated into "thing' or "stuff" in chinese... tho from what i’ve read, i kinda thing "toy" would work? might just leave it at  'mine'].

Gilbert: Ah, that's enough!

Nicola: okay okay, buon anno, have a good new year~

On this street [alt: district? check gameplay videos], we welcomed a peaceful day.

But as members of the mafia, a hated and loathed existence, this peace [of ours/now] will not last forever.

In a few moments the new year will be here. It will surely have trials that that haven't been thought of.

But, I will protect you until the very end.

(bell starts ringing)

Ah, it's here, the new year

1926, it's about to start—

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images cut from video of the 2020 otomate new title party tho this drama was originally from the 2019 otomate party... i think?

[atopearth]

Collar X Malice Part 3 - Sasazuka Takeru Route

Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm excited or anxious about starting Sasazuka's route because he's my least favourite in terms of looks and personality. I think the baka neko/idiot cat thing is pretty affectionate so I'm okay with it, but we'll see. Personally, he's investigating one of the cases I'm most interested in (serial killing of online gamers), and I also noticed that if I played this game blind, I would have ended up on Sasazuka's route haha, so I'm curious how this will go, especially considering how most people love Sasazuka. Personally, I feel like Sasazuka is a very blunt guy grounded in reality and wants Ichika to face that to better prepare her for the future, so I don't dislike him haha. Lmao at Sakuragawa's first words to Sasazuka, and she even said it in English!!🤣 She's so cool, I love her. I have such a soft spot for Minegishi though, I love his looks, how kind he is, but also how strict and logical he can be.

Omggg, Sasazuka doesn't like Japanese sweets?! I can understand matcha since he's obviously a sweet tooth fanatic but c'mon, red bean paste and stuff is so good! He's definitely missing out. Ooh, so the reason why Sasazuka is on the August case is because he wants to change the law that came about from it, which was the repeal of the Swords and Firearms Control Law. Honestly, considering the crazy impact, changes and possibilities that came about from this repeal, I guess I'm not too surprised that there's someone working to change that back, but I guess I'm curious about why Sasazuka supposedly only cares about that and not really the case in itself? Btw, lmao at Sasazuka's outright rejection towards her wanting to do this case too. To be fair, if I was Sasazuka, I probably wouldn't want to work with her either lol. Personally, restating the weapon ban is probably what I would want to focus on if I was a part of this whole thing, so it's kinda interesting to see how relatable this already is for me hahaha. Honestly, even though Sasazuka isn't the nicest guy, he's not exactly wrong to say Ichika is thoughtless lol. When she told Yanagi she was going to go talk to Sasazuka again, I honestly thought she was going to try and convince him to let her go on this case with him, but instead all she did was ask to be on it again and then was ready to leave when he refused to answer. In the end, Sasazuka was the one who had to ask her why she was so insistent about it, when really, if she really wanted to convince him, shouldn't she have thought about how she could convince him or tell him properly her reasons for wanting to be in on this case especially? Anyway, I found it funny how Ichika rejected Sasazuka's suggestion for being his pawn in the case, but is willing to cook and provide food for him lol, honestly I'd just roll with the pawn thing if it was me, just so there's at least an opportunity to show him my skills and resolve lol. But I guess it's important to start off this partnership properly or she'll always be under him haha.

Awww, I love how Mukai, Sakuragawa and Ichika are such fast lunch buddies loll. Guess homemade food gets to everyone's hearts haha. It was so cute when Mukai was looking at Ichika's Bento wanting to eat it hahaha. Anyway, is it just me or does Sasazuka's route have more typos, mistakes and everything??? Like they're not terrible but it does annoy me lol. I love how hard Ichika tried to pass Sasazuka's test and understand the X-Day incidents better. Considering that she's not part of investigations, she definitely tried really hard! Lmao at Sasazuka rewarding her with a donut, but considering how much he loves them, him giving her a donut is pretty good praise. Hahahaha, is he going to feed her with sweets every time he's proud of her and wants to reward her?😂 That's so cute lmao. Honestly, I feel like with Sasazuka doing stuff like randomly forcing her to choose a restaurant to eat and always doing stuff but not explaining things properly, it makes life pretty stressful for Ichika lol. But it's good in a sense that she can help Sasazuka explore more different foods and stuff he wouldn't usually choose I guess haha. Anyway, I'm glad she stood her ground and told him to explain before they entered Kazuki's room though, Sasazuka was being really forceful. On the other hand, Akito being a suspect for that school explosion case is interesting🤔 How long has Akito been associated with Adonis? Okay, Sasazuka letting her cry on his shoulder, him patting her and calming her down and letting her reorganise her thoughts on what she's going to do if Kazuki is involved with the X-Day cases really made me happy. Sasazuka is a really practical guy, but he was really kind about it all, and he even helped her find a new resolve to help her brother without being torn over the whole thing considering it was a lot for her to process (from learning that Kazuki is in a band to knowing all these people etc). Omg..so Akito's sister committed suicide because of bullying..so the class that got bombed was her class huh.. No wonder why Akito seems to care about Kazuki and Ichika's relationship so much. I always thought it was because he really cherished Kazuki as a friend (he still does of course) but it was also because he didn't want Kazuki and Ichika to regret how they handled their relationship and how they didn't communicate properly. I guess it's something Sasazuka could probably understand to an extent since he was discriminated in America and it ended up with him dropping out of school. It all worked out with his hacking skills but just because he's found another way in life doesn't mean it didn't hurt back in the day I guess.

HAHAHA, I died when Enomoto encouraged Ichika to visit Sasazuka's house (since he's not replying texts and calls once he holes himself up) and said she doesn't need to fear a mere seaweed😂😂 Hahahah, considering how much Enomoto and Sasazuka both "hate" yet care for each other, I find it hilarious how in both of their routes, they both kinda "attack" Ichika in their sleep lolll. I find it cute how she just ended up falling asleep too, and even though Sasazuka panicked when he woke up, he felt warm enough and happy about it that he just went back to sleep lmao. Hahahaha, it was so funny how he said people's heads are heavy even if they're empty😂 (because she fell asleep on his arm) Honestly though, someone sleeping on your arm is probably one of the most uncomfortable things ever, props to Sasazuka for actually staying in that position the whole time so she could sleep peacefully. Lmaooo when Enomoto said Sasazuka went from cyber Seaweed to a normal seaweed because Minegishi was constantly reinstating the security on the information they want, so even though Sasazuka could get through, it wasn't efficient in terms of time.

Hahahaha, I knew Sasazuka was going to introduce himself as Ichika's boyfriend to Kazuki so him having dinner with Kazuki and Akito wouldn't be surprising, but it was still hilarious to see their reactions😂 It's also pretty funny how similar Kazuki and Sasazuka are with how frank they are, and they're not afraid to hide their thoughts towards others lol. It was so funny when Sasazuka told Kazuki to call him big brother if he wanted to😂 I like Akito, he's really caring towards Kazuki, it just feels like he's strained by what happened to his sister... I didn't realise that Akito was good at composing music though, that's really cool. Anyway, I'm glad Kazuki and Ichika got to talk it out, and Ichika finally got to tell him properly that she does care about him and want him to follow his dreams. HAHAHA, it was so funny how Ichika said she wanted to see Sasazuka and he immediately called her thinking it was something more romantic but she just wanted to ask him about games to help out on the investigation with Souda😂😂 This is probably one of the only times I would feel sorry for Sasazuka lmao. I find it interesting that Ichika knows nothing about games, like it's normal to not play them I guess, but to know literally nothing about them when she's been looking at the X-Day cases etc is kinda surprising. I also find it surprising that Ichika finds it difficult to understand the mentality of gamers and the escape from reality aspect, since her work revolves around being quite empathetic and listening to people lol. Ooh noo, so what the people who revere Souda as a "god" is really them making fun of him for being a whale that spends crazy amounts of money on the game and is basically pay to win? That sounds bad... I honestly thought they called him that because he was really good at the game... I guess it's good that I take time to read the materials when they pop up lol.

I feel so terrible for Kazuki. I can't imagine how crappy it must feel to be so close to Akito but actually not know so many things about him. I'm glad that Sasazuka was there to be frank with Kazuki that this was serious and that he needed to be calm if he really wanted to help Akito. I think Ichika would have been too emotional and soft to do that to Kazuki. It's nice to see how reliable Sasazuka is and how much he's willing to go out of his way to help her. The kiss was sudden but I thought it was really sweet since it helped reassure her that even if she is at a lost and doesn't know what to do and how to handle things, she can always lean back on Sasazuka to help her and guide her. He also doesn't like to baby her unless she's really down so that's really helpful for her in the long run haha. Honestly, Sasazuka's plan in doing the same thing as what happened in the August incident (causing a bug that made people think some legitimate players like Souda were purposely trolls to others) is quite...terrible. I understand that it's necessary in the sense that they're running out of time and need Souda's interrogation to make some progress but at the same time, considering how mentally broken he already is and how reliant he is on this game, creating a similar incident will definitely shatter his world and I'm not sure if he can take that. I guess it just hits a bit close to home because it makes me think if I lost the only place I could find some kind of solace in, I might die. Has it been established that Souda is a murderer though? But yeah anyway, it's sad but I guess there's not much of a choice. Souda getting betrayed by the game and his guild members hurt me pretty hard tbh. I can imagine how crap it must feel, because I also know how it feels when people rely on you during an important team fight and you don't deliver. Except Souda's is worse since he was forcefully bugged and then basically framed for being a troll purposely not doing anything. The hatred for trolls run pretty deep, and trolls are considered one of the worst scums in gaming, so I can understand how bad it would feel to be called one when you aren't. It's actually kinda saddening that no one defended Souda though, kinda goes to show what kinda guild it was and how it was really built on a shaky foundation, but it's a mobile game so I can understand people just leaving the guild like that. I personally think when it comes to mobile games, people can be more heartless😅 Let's just say, when Sasazuka provoked Souda, his words cut me too lolll, I guess as Sasazuka said before, things become much too difficult when you empathise and resonate with the criminal. It's probably the most uncomfortable I've felt in a while just because Souda's situation brings back bad memories for myself. That feeling of being useless in real life, and then bring useless in your favourite game as well...is just so painful.

When Minegishi tried to give Sasazuka a gun and he rejected it, I knew Sasazuka couldn't use a gun, but the effect of a gunshot being so close to him seems to be worse than I thought. It's understandable though, since his mother died protecting him. It's pretty saddening to hear that his mother and him were "unlucky" to have been caught up in a turf war while shopping on holiday. Is that all we can really say when someone dies like that? That they were unlucky? It's just so terrible to think about how sometimes whether we live or not depends on something like luck... Totally agree with Sasazuka, I hate societies that permit guns especially with how they handled it in Shinjuku. You really can't blame all the people who are scared and call to complain every day to Ichika's team, because the moment the government decided to issue a gun to each person over 18, it already implied that your safety was your own problem. How ironic that Sasazuka came back to Japan because he hated guns, but in the end the law changed here. I can see why he would quit the police after that, it's like he lost his reason for being there after all. I'm glad Ichika reprimanded Sasazuka for taunting Souda way too much, it was definitely really reckless and dangerous of him to do that. Ah, I see, so Souda's "revenge" was against those players who died in the August case, so even though he didn't kill them, he was the one who wanted them to be killed and ended up killing the other developer guy later on as a "substitute". I guess I can feel less sorry for him then lol, but still.

Honestly, I didn't like how Sasazuka kept urging Ichika to drink just because he was too embarrassed or shy to share his feelings about how he understands Adonis to the point that they're kinda on the same wavelength in how they would both handle things. I guess it was cute how drunk Ichika pleaded to him telling him to not to go Adonis' side, but yeah even though Ichika and Sasazuka are cute sometimes, I find their relationship rather dubious. It's interesting that Sasazuka wanted to voice directly to the police chief the proposition to reinstate the firearm law considering it's not something easy to just do, and that there are more people than the police chief that need to be in on this, but I guess considering he's in the police, he's the highest that he can get haha. Although personally, I have to wonder why they would want to keep that law even after they solve the Adonis cases tbh. But I guess the cases haven't been solved yet so... No wonder why Akito felt awkward when Kazuki kept praising his skills in music composition...it's because he was so focused on this hobby of his that even when his sister tried to talk to him, he was too busy to really listen to her. It must have been a terrible shock to realise that what she wanted to talk about was much more important than he thought. Honestly, if I was Akito and I saw my sister's suicide note with names of the people she was bullied by, I would probably want revenge against them too. I can't imagine the agony she must have gone through by probably most of the people in her class. I agree with Ichika, seeing Kazuki constantly looking at his phone hoping Akito replies to him is really painful to watch. I think it's worse that you can obviously see how much pain Akito is in as well over it. I wonder what Akito wanted to really say though considering his cryptic words.

I know it got lost in translation but LMAO when Ichika was hoping Sasazuka was in the office and screamed his name really loudly when she went in, and Enomoto got woken up thinking "this was his Honno-ji" which basically implies he thought there was a fire and he was going to die like Nobunaga from the enemy attack lolll. It's just funny how Enomoto can relate everything to the Sengoku era🤣 I thought it was really sweet how when Sasazuka got the information Akito left for him to retrieve through the songs he gave Isshiki and Kazuki, his first priority was in finding the method to take off Ichika's collar. It was expected that the top people of Adonis wouldn't be captured, but I found it super saddening to hear that Akito had his memories erased and could barely remember Kazuki...at least he's not dead though I guess. Anyway, I found it rather interesting that the last chapter was mostly dedicated to the romance, which I didn't mind since I feel like they really needed to develop on that. Honestly though, it was cute but I still find their relationship and connection rather weak. I guess my biggest problem with their relationship is that Ichika is usually easy for Sasazuka to understand albeit there are moments where she takes him off guard, but otherwise she's easy for him to read, but that's not the same for her. Ichika is always wondering what Sasazuka is thinking and she would ask him sometimes, but his personality prevents him from being honest about it a lot of the time so they misunderstand things and get a bit lost. I think the funniest misunderstanding was Sasazuka thinking they were exclusive already but she didn't so she confessed to him lol. Definitely his fault since he wasn't clear lol, but he was probably teasing her anyway. 

Sakuragawa and them teasing Ichika about Sasazuka was funny too. It's nice that in the end, she was able to be more forefront with her thoughts and feelings, even if they're silly lmao, I didn't think the office they're in now and the Metropolitan office Sasazuka will move to later is just 15 minutes away. Relax, Ichika, you can have lunch halfway or something, and Sasazuka's right that it's not like they were in the same department anyway so it's not much of a difference lol. But yeah, I do enjoy Ichika being able to get Sasazuka to express himself more and be more honest with his feelings. Oh, and I teared a bit at the scene where Kazuki visited Akito in prison. I found it really saddening that Akito tried to push him away and say maybe this was for the best anyway since he's a criminal and his music career will be affected if he plays a murderer's songs, so yeah, can totally understand why Kazuki got super mad and told him he will succeed playing Akito's songs, and that even if he doesn't remember, they can just become friends again. Honestly, if theirs was a love story, I think I would have liked it more than Sasazuka and Ichika's lmao. But anyway, it just goes to show that I don't think I could really get into the romance this time around. I find it so adorableeee how Okazaki and Kazuki became friends enough that Kazuki is invited to the office party loll, so cute. Anyway, my biggest surprise with this route was that Sasazuka wasn't as mean as I thought he would be. He pretty much mellowed out after he gave her donuts and every "insult" or mean stuff he said was much more affectionate than anything else. I'm just kinda sad that I thought Sasazuka was going to more guide Ichika into growth as a police officer and he kinda did with the Souda stuff, but then afterwards, she kinda just went back to being his gofer lol. Anyway, I feel bad for the Sasazuka in the bad ending when you fail trigger mode, since someone important to him decided to protect him from a gunshot once again and died, that's pretty terrible for him to have to go through again. I kinda would have liked to see a longer ending where he does something like go down the path with Adonis or kill Souda or something though haha. Even the tragic love ending was rather...meh lol.

Overall, considering how much hype Sasazuka gets, I'm actually surprised I'm pretty whatever about him. He's cute and stuff but not my type I guess. I also found him much nicer than people say hahaha! I don't know if I'm too used to rude people or I mainly hear the affection from his teasing rather than whatever else he says lol, I think my biggest problem with him instead of how he talked was actually how at times he wanted Ichika to "grow" as a person and helped guide her, but at the same time I feel like he also stunted her growth a bit such as stuff like when he told her to drink beer instead of that other thing she chose. I know it's relatively minor considering how she does make other choices, but I feel like the second half of the route was more of Ichika being relegated to that "support role" that gave Sasazuka the reason to stay as he was without giving in to his desire to kill his mother's murderer rather than as a..person? It just didn't really feel like Ichika was important as a person, and rather was just something to drive Sasazuka into doing what he did, which is good but yeah, it felt kinda hollow. Personally, similar to how I related to and liked Sanjou more than Okazaki in his route, for Sasazuka's route, I really liked Akito's story and situation. It was nice to finally understand why he was a part of Adonis and how much it hurt him to have not saved his sister, but also how much it hurt him to have actually joined Adonis itself. His regrets and his sadness over his relationship with Kazuki really hit me. Souda was pretty whatever as one of the Adonis guys, like he was relatable to me, but personally boring as a villain in the bigger picture, mainly because I think rather than making it understandable why he joined Adonis and did what he did (like Sugawara and Ogata), I feel like the route painted him as more of a crazy guy (like Hana I guess). Anyway, even though I wasn't especially fond of Sasazuka and Ichika's relationship, in terms of plot, I probably preferred this one more than Okazaki's and Enomoto's because of Akito, and also Sasazuka's motivations for reinstating the firearm control law. I also really liked how reliable Sasazuka was, and how caring he was towards Ichika when she needed it. To be fair, I do like Sasazuka as a character, just preferably not with Ichika I guess hahaha.

[into-crazy]

More to the Madness Pt. 7

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader series

Summary: You and the Joker finally bang it out. Continuation to part 6, so if you haven't read that part, I suggest you do.

Warnings- Cursing, mentions of violence, NSFW, SMUT, oral sex, unprotected sex, brief degradation, overstimulation, brief knife play, ages 18+

You can find the other parts RIGHT HERE and through the “More to the Madness” tag lovelies💞💞

Grabbing your wrist he tugs you into him, "now, where was I? Ah right, that mouth of yours."

Placing both hands on your cheeks, he presses his lips to yours again. His hold moves down the sides of your chest, over the harness past your waist, to grab at your hips. Swinging your back from the tiny wall, he haphazardly walks you backwards towards the bedroom. All while not breaking the kiss.

Not having the patience to properly open the door, J kicks it open. Shoving you inside upon your avail. You grab at his collar, pulling him even closer. Moaning as you rolling your tongue along the painted scar splitting his bottom lip. A deep rumble vibrates within his chest, his grip on your hips tightening so hard it's sure to bruise. He slams your back against the room's wall, nothing blunt, but lacking a gentle manner. You stifle the groan brought by the impact, he traps you between his frame and the enclosure.

His long leg steps in between your legs, pushing back against your clothed heat as he presses his hips forward into yours. The action causing you to moan loudly. Joker chuckles at your needy moan, "ohh I like that pretty sound." He takes the opportunity to pull back and look at you. His half lidded gaze boring into your own while he breathes heavily. Your lips are smeared with red and black, your heart beating fast, and your eyes replaced the fury from earlier with lust. Deep, longing, starving lust. For him. "Let's hear it again, hm."

He flexes his muscular thigh against your pussy, inflicting an even better moan from your lips followed with a hushed, "fuck J.."

"Mm, much better than that nagging tone," he approves. Grabbing his shoulders, you shamelessly roll your hips. Grinding yourself onto his leg to get that much needed friction. You focus on the growing bulge under his purple slacks. He snickers, "desperate, aren't ya?" That tongue running deliciously over his wet lips.

"Me?" You breathe out cracking a smile, "you're one to talk, look at you!" You hint towards his confined erection.

With a dissatisfied snarl, Joker yanks his leg away. Taking both your wrists in one hand, he throws your limbs above your head. The other goes to wrap around your neck, the leather feeling amazing on your skin. "You're testing my patience doll," he growls dangerously, tightening his grip around your neck. A filthy whine escapes your throat, you take your bottom lip between your teeth.

Amusement takes over his face when he realizes you're enjoying this. "You, you like that don't ya? You ah, like having my hand around your neck?" He squeezes tighter in emphasis. You try your hardest to nod against his grasp, "mhm."

Joker tsks, "naughty, naughty. Most are usually afraid of this, but not you, huh? Noo, only dirty little sluts get off on being choked."

Balling your fists, you attempt to pull your wrists in his iron hold. Stopping your movements, you snarl, "I am not some slut." It's insulting, the way he said it. As though he's comparing you to just about anyone he could sleep around with. Some cheap throwaway to give him what he wants only to be tossed out right after.

He laughs mockingly at your misinterpretation. "You uh, seemed to have misread me doll," he acknowledges. "You're not just any slut, you're MY little slut." The hand on your throat moves to your abdomen, sliding it down until he cups your clothed sex. His tormenting touch having your eyelids fluttering. "Mine, and mine only.." He growls lowly, his gloved fingers begin to push and tease you. His twisted possessiveness makes you melt inside.

His only.

Those words rang around in your dizzy head.

J's mouth works down your neck, harshly kissing and sucking dark patches into your skin. Your chest brushes him, rising and falling through shuddered breaths. "Watch, I'll have you begging for me shortly. I want you to," he whispers into your skin. "You'll be begging me to fuck you. Crying, even. Then.." His fingers start to work harsh circles on your clit through the soft fabric. Luckily your cat suit was made of durable material, not bad for soft polyester. You use your best efforts to roll against his hand while he speaks. "That's when I'll break you."

"Is that a threat?" You question, a quirk in your brow.

"No. That-" he pauses, pulling back to peer into your eyes, "that is a promise." He leans in, taking your bottom lip between his yellow teeth. Biting down harshly, maintaining his carnal stare. Having no choice but to hold that stare, you sigh deeply in the thrill of your desire. He pisses you off, but he's got a valid point. There's no doubt you want this man before you, he can see past your façade, read it in your eyes, feel it in the way you move against him.

Joker finally releases his grip on your wrists, allowing them to drop and grab onto him. He pinches the zipper at the top of your cat suit, "let's ah, get this off." You both listen to the scratching sound as he slides it further down, past your collar, past your chest, down your stomach- until it gets caught on the harness. Not allowing him to unzip you all the way, he let's out a dissatisfied snarl. His fingertips tug the piece, "remove this now." The deep, commanding tone in his voice gets you to quickly unstrap the leather buckles at your thighs.

Taking a step back, Joker watches you impatiently while he works at removing his tie, vest, and.. suspenders?

"Cute suspenders," you giggle looking over the green diamond patterns on the strips, "have you always had those?" Unclipping the strap from your waist, you carelessly toss the harness containing your knives and gun to the floor. Just like that, your own line of defense, thrown off to the side. Your only chance at a fight in case anything goes wrong simply tossed, without any sense of hesitation.

"All apart of the look doll," he half teased, "now hurry up, before I use 'em to restrain you in a way you won't find too enjoyable." The thrill of being completely exposed to him rousing you to move faster. Though your curiosity peaked on what he had in mind with those straps. Undoing your boots, you use this opportunity to scan the room.

There wasn't much in here- a large bed at the back, one color stained pillow, no blankets or covers. A side table with a crooked bed lamp atop it, a few knifes and paper scraps alongside. An old dresser against the other wall. Two windows with the blinds shut, and yet another gas can discarded in the far corner. This must be where he sleeps when he gets the chance, you figured. In a way, it reminded you of your own safe house. Only yours is cleaner and.. homey.

Tossing your boots aside, J's hands are back on you. He finishes unzipping your attire, the metallic zipper ending just below your abdomen. You shimmy out of the red fabric- gloves included, kicking them across the room to join the pile, left only in a bra and seamless thong. Joker looks you over, admiring your almost bare body with a hungry look in his eyes.

You giggle working on his shirt buttons, "what? You didn't think I went commando, did ya?" A sly smile creeps across his face, he shoves your hand away. Dipping down to nip and kiss from your neck to your cleavage.

Suddenly his hand grabs at your hair, yanking your head back hard. "And you didn't think I'd let that sarcastic remark slide, did ya?" He pushes you down by your shoulders, placing you on your knees before him. Using his teeth to remove his gloves, he tosses them to the side, paying no mind where they land. His rough, paint speckled hand grabs your chin harshly, making you look at him. Joker stands proudly over you, "let's put your disrespectful mouth to uh, better use." Using his free hand, he unfastens his belt.

You watch in mouth gaped excitement while he allows his pants to fall to his feet. His thick cock protruding against the flimsy fabric of his boxers. Fuck he's huge! Ran through your mind. You know he is, and you haven't even seen it yet.

"Now.." He uses a grip in your strands to push you towards his confined erection, "how about you be a good girl an make it up to me, huh." It wasn't a request, it was a demand. One, upon many others you're more than pleased to carry out.

Keeping eye contact, you pull his boxers down so they join his pants below. Once his cock is free, you shift your gaze to look at it. His impressive member, stands fully erect in front of your wide eyes. His angry, red tip leaking beads of precum. The sight alone makes your core ache with need, to be filled with his cock. You run your soft hands up his strong, bare thighs. Wrapping one under his head, you run your wet tongue flat along the underside of his length. Joker groans deeply at your light touch. Taking his tip into your lips, you lick his precum clean off, getting that first taste of him. Swirling your tongue around it, sliding your hand to grip his base. With a huff, J quickly thrusts completely into your mouth. Tip hitting the back of your throat, you gag on his cock. Blinking rapidly at the tears prickling the corners of your eyes while your saliva coats his length.

"Would ya look at that?" He cackles wickedly, the back of his hand caressing your cheek in a way similar to adornment. "How pretty you look with my cock in your mouth." Joker then grabs ahold of both your buns, he starts thrusting in and out your mouth. He especially likes the leverage your hairstyle provides, they're like handles making it all the easier for him to control you. Excess saliva dripping down your mouth and his length while he continues to fuck your mouth. Tears streaming down your cheeks, taking the fake one's made of the black makeup along with them.

His girth makes it impossible to breathe, especially now that he's knocking the air from you with his constant pounding. So far down your mouth and throat each time, your nose brushes his pubic hair with every thrust. Only when you're on the verge of passing out would Joker pull back and allow you a breath before slamming completely back in. He's using you entirely for his pleasure and you love every second of it. Even through the blur of your tears could you make out the gritting of his teeth, the deep, fevered look in his face. And through the lewdly wet, slapping sounds could you hear his erratic breaths and throaty groans. It only brings you to crave him so much more.

You work your tongue strokes best as you can with his movements. As his breathing grows shallower, you can tell he is close. To be able to bring this destructive man to pure ecstasy would be a godsend. Grabbing his hips, you attempt to hold him close so he could finish in your mouth. Swallowing as much of him as you could.

Joker can feel what your trying to do, but he has no intention to cum in your mouth. With a harsh tug of your hair, he pulls you off his dick with a slick pop! A line of spit trailing from your flushed lips to the head of his cock. Your makeup had ran down your face, you wipe it with your forearm. Feeling extra defiant, you look up straight at him, obscenely licking your moistened lips.

A quiet chuckle emerges from him as he clamps your chin. Calloused fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks, he tugs you back to your feet. Shoving you hard against the wall, kissing you sloppily. He whispers, "nice try bunny." That's a new one. "Trying to ah, make me cum in that sweet mouth of yours. That's cute." Suddenly, a wicked grin pulls across his scar split cheeks at an idea. He places his hand firm on your chest, "stay still."

He reaches down to search through the pocket of his discarded pants. You stay put like he asked, fingers splaying on the flat surface behind. What the hell is he doing? Your thoughts are answered when he pops back up. The distinct clicking sound of a switchblade brings you in focus on what he has. Yep. An all black switchblade. Joker waves the sharp article carelessly in your view, smirking at your flabbergasted reaction.

He places the blade against your throat, applying just enough pressure for it not to break your skin. You let out a shuddered sigh, focusing on the cool sting of the blade. Initially, it alarmed you. Within reason, one simple move and he could end you there. But if there's one thing you know about the Joker, it's that he likes to draw moments out. Take his time, savor such intimate details. As unpredictable as the man is, if he wanted to end your life, he would have done it a long time ago. Then again, there's no telling what he'll do next.

Joker peers into you, "you scared of me?" He whispers deeply, a mad look in his blackened eyes.

Another sigh, you answer, "no."

"No?" Joker repeats. "A knife held to your throat doesn't scare you?" he taunts, pushing the blade further. But you don't budge, you stay still. With a curious hum, he eases up so you could answer.

"The action alone, yes," you return honestly, "but the man in front of me, no. I'm not afraid of you J." Spoken with a hidden message, one he instantly picked up on. I trust you.

He drags the blade down your collarbone, sliding it under the right strap of your bra. He holds your eyes. A quick flick of his wrist, and the strap snaps. Balling your fists at your sides, you whimper softly as he transfers the weapon to the other strap. Slicing through the piece, the blade barely misses your chin with the quick motion. The shredded fabric falls down your waist, he removes it completely freeing your breasts.

J's tongue grazes his lips at the view of your naked chest. "Mmhm, perfect.." he huffs beginning to rub your breasts, with the knife still in hand. He manages to keep the edges facing away from cutting into you. His thumbs graze your nipples, peaking in his touch. "And ya kept this gorgeous body from me underneath all those layers? Shame, y/n." He takes one between his thumb and pointer, pinching the sensitive bud. You wince, bringing your chest upward. He bends down, instantly soothing it with his tongue, running flat along your breast.

You tangle your hand into his greasy green locks. "J.." you moan in response. He pulls his mouth away, leaving traces of his face paint on your breasts. Bringing the knife to the thin band of your thong, he tears the soaked article right off. You hiss as the blade nicks through your skin in the process, drawing blood.

Peering down at the laceration on your lower stomach. Deep enough for blood to trickle out. You were about to say something when Joker quickly tosses the switchblade aside and moves to one knee, inches away from your dripping heat. He takes a moment to look at the small wound. Grabbing your hips, he licks up the trail of the slash mark. Relishing in the metallic tang that is your blood. You whimper, while his tongue lingers on your stomach. The feral display only he can make erotic. No other man has done- or will ever be capable of doing- what this man is surging within you.

Having his mouth so close to where you need him most makes your pussy throb. You knead his firm shoulders, rolling your hips towards him. But he purposely avoids your desperate intentions. His squeezing on your hips keep you from any more movements as he glares up at you. An ominous look reminding you that even in this position below you, he is still in control here. And, he's teasing you to your limits, he knows how badly you want him to attend to your trembling heat. Prolonging how far you'll go before you break. You can't take it anymore, time to put your pride aside and ask.

"Joker?" You aim to grab his attention.

"Hm?" He hums, you feel his bumpy scars brush against your stomach.

"I-I can't take it. Will you please just do something?" You look at him with plead written all over.

Joker's hand rubs down your thigh, the roughness drawing a hitch in your throat. He smiles smugly, "I am doing something. You're gonna have to tell me what you want, and uh, ask nicely for it." He tilts his head slightly to the side to taunt you further.

You whisper, "touch me, please-" Your pleads cut short when his hand strikes your thigh, right on the verge of your ass, eliciting a loud SMACK! You cry out from the sting.

He soothes over the area, "you're gonna have to be more specific doll. How do you want me to touch you?"

"With your fingers, your mouth, your tongue," you started rambling whatever you could think of. "Anything just touch me!" He strikes you again.

"Beg for me," he commands.

"Come on. Please, J," you fret.

Another strike.

Joker muses, "not good enough, try again."

The underside of your thigh is starting to glow red from the constant contact from his hand. The bite of the pain mixing deliciously with the passion coursing through your body. Overcome with your arousal do you give in, pleading "P-please J, I'm aching- please, I need you to touch me!"

Satisfied with your pleas, Joker throws your leg over his shoulder. Pushing and steading you against the drywall. "See? Now that wasn't so hard." He sneers dipping his head between your thighs, hooking his arm under your thigh that hung over him. He opens you up, the fingers of his other hand spreading your pussy lips. His rugged breath brushed hotly past your lips as he gazed entirely at your womanhood. For a moment, your self-consciousness hit you. Feeling every bit of insecure with having his face this close to your exposed sex. The uncertainty died at his next words.

"Such a pretty little pussy you have, sweetheart. You're so wet for me." And with that, his tongue was instantly on you. Dragging from your dripping opening to your clit. Flicking the swollen bud two times before pressing the wet muscle firmly on it, leaving you moaning and writhing in his grasp. He ran his tongue up the same way as before, only this time he latched his entire mouth to your clit, his muffled hum sending vibrations straight to your core.

His tongue went to prod at your hole. Starring straight at you while he began fucking you with the muscle, lapping down your sweet juices. His hand sprawled on your abdomen, with his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit. You buck your hips to meet his strokes. Wet, slurping noises fill your ears.

"Joker! Ahh, fuck, fuck!" You moan his name aloud, not caring who hears you at this point.

Removing his tongue, he replaces it with two fingers. The slickness from your arousal allowing them to ease in. Pushing them in all the way to his knuckles, he growls at the way your cunt clamps onto his digits. "Shit," he huffs, "your pussy is this excited with just my fingers? You must ah, really want me bad then." He moves his fingers in and out of you, switching between curling them against that spot that made you weak. Attentively jotting your reactions to each specific movement. "You'll wrap so nice and tight around my cock, won't ya?"

"Hnnn- uhh, yes J," you sputter. Having no choice but to hold onto his shoulder and the wrist snug on your thigh for support. Even more so, now that his mouth added to the vigorous sensation, rolling over your throbbing bud. Quickly climbing that pinnacle leading to pure ecstasy. Your breath is growing shallow, body on the verge of locking up, you're so close. Just when you were about to reach your climax, Joker halts his movements. Stilling his fingers and removing his mouth, cutting you off from your needed release.

"No! Damn it, why!?" You whine at the abrupt loss. Slamming your palm on the weak enclosure behind you. J laughs coldly, "Only good girls get to cum. And ah, so far you haven't proven to me that you've earned it."

"I'll be good." You reply.

"My good little girl?" He presses on, teasing you with a slight curl of his fingers inside you. Your back arching completely off the wall.

"Yes, yes, I'm your good girl! Yours only! Please Joker!" You damn near shout your cries. He wanted you to beg, well he's got it.

"Atta girl, you learn fast." Joker's fingers begin to move like before, his mouth goes back to lapping your clit. Repeatedly curling his fingers to bring you to your release.

Your grip on his wrist tightens. "Yes, oh yes, d-don't stop! Please, don't stop!" You cry relentlessly.

"Do it, cum on my fingers," Joker commands along your trembling heat, "do it, come on bunny."

After a few more of his merciless finger strokes, you reach your peak. Releasing all over his hand and mouth. With your stance on one leg, you certainly would have fallen if it weren't for his solid hold. Keeping you from toppling over. He continues to draw out your orgasm, licking up your juices. Sucking the remainder off his soaked digits as he stands back on his feet. His chin is glistening, the red and white on the lower half of his face smudged and removed in some areas. "I bet ya feel as good as ya taste," he beams.

"Get over here and find out." You grab ahold of his loosened collar, tugging him in an open mouthed kiss. Tasting yourself as J shoves his tongue into your mouth. His hard cock presses against your abdomen while he squeezes the underside of your thighs. He hoists you up so your legs wrap around his waist, earning a surprised yelp from you. Successfully spreading your legs, he lines himself up with your waiting entrance. His thick head parting your slick walls.

Pausing momentarily to stare into you, he snarls, "how bad do you want me to fuck you?" His hands keep you grounded. An obvious 'proceed with caution' sign in his question, ya sure you wanna go through with this?

Your hands slide up to hook behind his neck. "S-so bad," you whine, "I need to feel you inside me, please, fuck me!"

Without a warning, Joker thrust himself into you entirely. You let out a sharp cry as he smashed you hard on the wall. The sudden stretch hurting in the best of ways. Only able to make out the deep groan that rumbled in his chest at the warm feeling of your pussy, wrapped tight around his length. His hands moved to your hips. Gritting his teeth, he pulled back slowly, and thrust back in with a new speed. One that built up rather quickly, leaving you mewling in his grasp. The pain fading into pleasure as you grind your hips wildly against his own, mind delirious on the rapturous push and pull of his cock. The overall sensation in general, unleashing all that pent up tension on one another.

His breath all over your face while he continued to drive into you with reckless force. There's no question, Joker was dominant in all his aspects. Which would include sex. The same amount- if not more- of unhinged and rigorous nature. Would be nearly impossible to surpass that and try to take control over him. You like to have some kind of control yourself. However, when it comes to the Joker, you're more than willing to submit. It feels perfectly right with him. It feels natural.

"Was this the fix you needed bunny?" J breathed out keeping his brutal pace. "For me to fuck the attitude right outta ya? Should a done this earlier. Tell me how it feels." He's got you practically bouncing on his cock, entranced with the way your breasts bounce in sync to his thrusts. He snakes a hand between your bodies to furiously rub your clit.

"Y-you ah! You feel so good," you cry out, running one of your hands through his sweat filled hair, the other clinging behind his neck. "So good!" He was hitting you so deep, bringing you closer to another orgasm. "Fuck- I'm close-"

Joker groans at your proclamation. "Go on, I wanna feel you cum on my cock." His words laced with delirious intent. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, biting down into the flesh.

The concoction of drawn pleasure and burning pain sending you over the edge. Your walls contract around his cock as you came, pulling him even deeper. Thighs wedging his waist to yours. He continues driving into you through your waves of ecstasy. Releasing strained groans at the way your cunt squeezes his cock. His pace never letting up, in his thrusts and his assault on your overly sensitive bud. It's becoming too much. The overstimulation, the soreness in your back from the unforgiving slamming on the surface.

Finding a sense of energy, you grab a handful of his locks. Pulling his face from your neck with a rigorous tug. The swift action drawing a gravelly moan from his mouth, accompanied with a slight roll in his eyes as he snapped his hips up rather more sharply. His moan. It was a sound completely new to your ears. And in that split second, you took pride that you had managed to lure it out.

Slowing his movements, Joker laughed when he looked at you- actually laughed. Short but piercing cackle in a manner resembling he was impressed. You twist the feeling back into your shoulders. "Ohh there's that spark. What's the matter doll? This position hard on ya?" He laughs again, seeing you grow antsy, trying to push your upper body off the wall yet still trying to ride his cock. "Tell ya what, cum for me again," he muses, "and I might consider rewarding you with a ah, softer surface, hmm."

Bearing the offer in mind, you could only manage a couple eager nods as he regains his speed. Clinging onto him for dear life as he brings you to another body shattering orgasm. Clawing at his scalp while you scream into the hot flesh surging from beneath his collar.

Groaning in approval, Joker pulls out. But he isn't done with you yet. He keeps you in his arms as he hastily walks over to the bed. Kneading the roundness of your ass. He tosses you on top of the mattress. Still in your haze, you spread for him, wanting more. Needing more. He brought himself over you, wedging his frame between your legs that instinctively went to wrap around his waist. Pulling him closer as he reenters you, digging his jagged nails into the plush of your hips. Rolling his own against you rather steadily with long, deep strokes. It actually seemed affectionate, like he was simply relishing the sensation of your velvety walls sheathing tight around his cock.

His hand glides it's way to your neck, gripping it. With a sharp inhale, he shifted his hips to pound into that spot which made you scream. He continued hard with that. Knocking the air from your poor lungs, leaving you a winded mess. Nothing but broken cries and moans leaving your lips.

Joker peers right into you, a menacing look in his piercing gaze. He growls, "who do you belong to?" In that scarily sexy possessive voice. His rough thumb granting your sensitive bud with satisfying friction. Making it all the more difficult for you to answer. By the rapid way he rubbed you and his desperate thrusting, he was close. You could tell. Also by the pain filled strain in his face, he was holding back. Not ready to let go until you gave him the answer he wanted. Desired. Craved. Demanded.

"Y-you! I belong to you- fuck! I-I'm yours!" You moan aloud, not an ounce of hesitation in your jarring voice. "I'm yours Joker!" Everything felt amazing- so surreal- in that moment. Like nothing else mattered, but bringing this man to completion alongside you. Which hit you hard like a freight train, you came violently with a broken moan. The powerful orgasm racking your entire body from the inside out as you came messily around him.

Joker surged forward, swallowing your moans as he kissed you. To the best of your dizzy abilities, you kissed him back. His weight nearly crushing you. He placed his sticky forehead against yours, chasing after his own release. One powerful thrust deep inside you, he came with a trembling moan. The sight of his pleasure contorted face frightening in an entirely beautiful way. His cock throbbing while his hot seed filled you. Some of it seeping out, gliding down and falling onto the mattress below. The feeling made you shudder. He rolled his hips into you a couple more times, making sure to empty into you.

You felt so warm, so full. He gave you one last gentle kiss before pulling out. You whimpered weakly at his movements. He shifted to plop down right next to you, laying outstretched on his back to collect himself. His arm went under you, allowing your head to rest atop his bicep. The same arm reaching to rub the side of your head. Your hand slid under his shirt to graze his chest.

Was quite the aftermath. You both lay spent, chests heaving as you catch your breaths. Warmed with sweat, hair a mess, makeup worn. Clothes and weapons scattered the floor. Your body covered in various marks- bruises, red patches, a slash mark, cherry topped with J's red and white paint splotches. True to his word- he broke you. Meanwhile the only marks on Joker were your lipstick trails and a couple bruises on the areas you nipped, kissed, and sucked. It was a mess.

A wonderful, chaotic mess.

Joker was the first to get up. You sat up, attempting to stand from the bed, but J insisted you stay seated. You clearly needed more time to recover. He slipped on his boxers before grabbing a couple things from the dresser drawers. An extra dress shirt, a couple rags, and a bottle of antiseptic.

He handed you a rag to clean yourself with. And the shirt, identical to the one he wore, to put on- considering he tore your undergarments to shreds. You wrapped it snug around your frame, not bothering with the buttons.

The cut on your stomach wasn't deep, therefore it didn't require attention. Regardless, he cleaned it anyway. He had done it all silently while sitting next to you, neither said a word. You looked an absolute wreck, that you were sure of. A plethora of thoughts swarmed your head. Many questions, different emotions..

What happens now?

Joker decided to break the ice as he finishes wiping your cut, "so uhh.. no more hard feelings?" Tongue running over his paint smeared lips, he glances at your face. Parts of his skin exposed due the the make up being rubbed away. Least you weren't the only one that looked a total wreck.

You calmly ponder before replying, "I.. guess not." Circling back to what you were upset about in the first place. Maybe it was the post orgasmic bliss that interfered with your thinking. Putting you in a better mood. Or perhaps it was the fact that you shouldn't have been so mad to begin with. Yeah, the fact he had you followed is enough to trigger you. But looking past the initial fury clouds, it shouldn't come as a surprise. It's understandable. You are part of Joker's crew. So he'll keep tabs on you, like everyone else.

"You guess?" Joker pushes for a better answer. He appeared to have a million things going through his busy mind, yet he didn't speak them.

Ya see, that's the thing. You're not like the rest of the crew. Apart, yes. But you're nothing near, nothing close to them. Joker knows this, he's just as aware about it as you are. If he really thought you to be a threat to his operations, he would've gotten rid of you. Simple as that. None of this having you followed, time and energy invested in a task deemed pointless- since his goons are at his disposal. One smidge of trouble, disappointment, attitude, disloyalty.. and they're killed off. The only one you checked on that list is definitely the attitude, and it was merely enough to get on his nerves. Had it been any of the others that given him the amount which you have, they'd be a rotting corpse by now.

So this must actually mean something.

Or maybe it doesn't.

Nonetheless, you hadn't the mind to ponder deep into it. There'll be plenty of time later. As Joker simply stood to collect his discarded attire to redress. Handing you your red cat suit in the process. You smile up at him, "water under the bridge, J." He returned a grin back. A cocky one at that, but one that didn't mask malicious intent.

End of part 7. I hope that wasn’t too bad!

[chateautae]

Okay, there are so many things wrong with this rude anons message, I can't believe anyone would actually think that way.

Like first of all, the amount of writing you get done is unbelievable considering the amount of other responsibilities you have and you give us so much content so regularly, not to even mention the fact that you do it for free.

That brings me to my next point, you do it for free. And it's your story. Even if MID did take a year to finish, that's your right as the author.

And to finish off, the total insensitivity to religious tradition is disgusting.

Noo anon tysm for this and acknowledging that 🥺 seriously I’d even like to take this opportunity to inform everyone (cause apparently I don’t do that enough) that i’ve earned a second job. My last exam will be on the 26th and I will begin the job after that date. Though I’ll be free from school so hopefully I can still release loads of works over my summer !! Yes you’re completely right, I have full control over the story and could so easily delete every chapter or change up the entire storyline and write a God awful ending with no happiness for our mid babies, but I choose not to because the love mid has received is wonderful and I can’t punish every reader for the actions of a few. Thank you again for your supportive words my love, they made me feel so much better 💓💓

[loiskane]

Shadow and Bone thoughts, notes eps 4-6

Book spoilers (no Rule of Wolves spoilers)

Ep 4

Jesper and the goat!!!!!! I love him

Tbh as much as I love them, I don't love how the Crows take up a good chunk of in every episode. This part is supposed to be Alina's story. Which will be over at some point and then it will be all about them and we're not going to see her and most characters ever again or only briefly. (unless they adapt King of Scars duology please adapt them please)

"You used to hide there as a boy", i smell bullshit Aleksander when were you there as a boy. The fountain is about YOU.

I love seeing filming locations I've been to several times

I like how Marie and Nadia are actually nice to her. They're not like super close with her and probably would ignore her if she was a regular squaller or Materialki  but they’re not mean either        

Nina!! You tell him

I'm still not trilled with the backstory change and while Danielle is a great actress, she's waay thinner than Nina is in the books. She's probably not Hollywood thin, but still.

It's kinda funny how this plan is similar to what the crew in The Gilded Wolves book do. Pretending to be other people, including artists and performers to break in to a fancy event. Btw The Gilded Wolves is a really great series, and there might be similarities it's not a knock-off SoC. Would recommend it. The second book is even better.

Get away from her go to jail

I wonder if the intimate scene will be in the show (probably yes ewww)

Seeing Mal's side of the story parallel to Alina shows so much they are so tragic at this point. Even in the books it's clear he cares for her a lot, we just see it through Alina's pov who doubts

We get a little less from Alina though

Her using her powers is amazing though 

Ep 5

These backdrops are so Hungarian sometimes lol

Grisha will have new opportunities. King of Scars says no. But hopefully after Rule of wolves things will be better.

That is not what a straight person would do Genya, I don't care you're a tailor who touches people's faces all the time

YES THEY GOT THE POWERFUL MEN LINE

DAVID

They are so cute (Genya and Alina, and Genya and David too )

Book spoilers make me sad

We love an Inej and Jesper scene (I also stood in the literal spot they're standing omg last time I visited there)

What a show off I love him

They are so cuteeee sneaking out

Fedyor was just pranking them

Oh you need a FABRIKATOR to open it if only we had one of thosee

Also I'm waiting on them showing Jesper is attracted to women too, he's the bi disaster

Idunwantit.gif (to Darklina)

She's so funny

Get away from her

Omg nooooooo

JESPER

He looks fine in that uniform

"I'm a terrible actor" suree

Zoyaa. Oh that's interesting.

Gay (queer) heartrenders?? Feeding each other?? Did i misread that?

It's a shame they didn't put Genya in green for this like in the book

SUN SUMMONER

Oh Inej

He's so arrogant I want to hit him the face

Genya WRECKED him

What is she wearing under her kefta so it’s bulletproof? Did David make something for her awww

Nooooo

oh shit right Genya can't heal major injuries

Oh no who's going to die in Siege and Storm if Marie's already dead?? Not Nadia I hope. They could give a bigger part to the Alkemi girl who also dies there in the books. Also how will this affect Fedyor, losing Marie is key to him betraying them to the Darkling, but since her death happens earlier and not because they opposed the Darkling, but under his rule so then why would he betray them

At least he asks for consent?? (i still hate him though)

“Maybe you're dehydrated from the heat in your hut", that was savage Alina lol

Baghra dragging the Darkling, we stan

Well the mission is not going well is it Kaz

Is Kaz Brekker really worth killing for though??

She just jumped off that balcony wow

This shows exactly who he is, dude just threatened his own mother

Ep. 6

Zoya is so pretty

Ben is doing a c t i n g

"Poor Nina". Like you actually care, beyond her being an asset

They let her gooo

Inej and Alina awww

Szentendre (aka Ryevost) - sorry i’m annoying abt filming locations but 1 of my all time favourite fantasy series gets adapted and shot in the country i live in

Dragonfruit!!!

fuck that racist guy

Well Zoya's not wrong, she left on her own

Zoya he's not worth it

Zoya using her powers yeees

He found his way back to her!!

Sharing a bed trope always a good one

we stan the height difference (Alina & Mal)

HE SAID THE THING is this once upon a time (I will always find youuuu)

Heleen has the shares because Kaz is an idiot sometimes who does idiot stuff

See her powers don't scare him, stop saying he's intimidated by her being strong and more powerful than him he's not

The lineeeee, I will NEVER get over

Oh Matthias you'll never be back in your bed ooof

"I like it when you turn red", i mean increased circulation is good when you're cold

You are not happy people Matthias! but ofc you, a Fjerdan MAN, would say this

Askskjdf so many book lines

They are cute

Never been a huuge stan of them but they are cute

So ketfas are resistant to bullets okay (i feel this was probably in the books)

David still could've made hers though, which is cute but also messed up because Genya's kefta represents her being a servant and what the Darkling GIFTING HER to the Queen led to

Zoya's smile after scaring people i love it

Now this is interesting

Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors, works even against the Darkling

I hope they don't make this into a rivalry idk if I want the Crows to be too involved with the fight against the Darkling

Nina is so extra and shameless I love her 

She killed again, I blame Kaz 

Noo don't hit David, how DARE you Kaz

They stole his carriage looool

[inevitably-johnlocked]

What are your favorite johnlock fics of all time?

Ohhhh.

Ohhh noo. 

Nonny you’re cruel.

Okay so funny story: 

Someone asked me this exact thing a couple years ago. 

I started a fic rec list offline at that time

Said list kept growing and growing as I decided to start sorting my fics.

It’s now a couple years later, and the list has over 300 fics on it XD.

So you see my dilemma LOL. 

I have done a few fic lists in the past along this vein:

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017 )

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

25 Fave Johnlock One Shots (April 2018)

Top 10 Fave Fics (September 2018)

So what should I do today? How about the fics I ALWAYS re-read when I feel like I just need something familiar and oh so delicious? Would that be okay? Fics that I never hesitate to read again? Note that this list will probably change in a few months’ time as I re-read newer fics I’ve recently bookmarked; if I’m in a certain mood, a fic will get added and another removed, LOL. In fact, I’ve had this sitting in my drafts from quite awhile before I finally posted it, LOL. Waited a week, because my “feels” kept changing, HAH!

I have WAY more than 30 of these, but I had to stop somewhere! So here’s the criteria for these ones today:

I’ve read them more than 5 times since I bookmarked them

I read them start to finish, without skipping anything even though I know what happens.

That’s it. It’s just so I can keep my list down, LOL. Seriously, I love SO many fics that this list was HARD to do. Hope you enjoy!

I-J’s TOP 30 READ-AGAIN FICS (MARCH 2019)

The Strait of Juan de Fuca by mightypog (T, 6,400 w. || Vacation, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Canada, Post-TRF, Love Confessions) – Sherlock is back and all seems forgiven, but something is missing between him and John. Their friendship initially appears intact, but Sherlock doesn’t understand why John seems to be slipping away. Finally, in terror, he tries to reconnect with John by taking him to the one place that seems to inspire any emotional interest in John any more: the Canadian wilderness. While there, Sherlock faces his greatest fear.

Fa Subito by kim47 (E, 6,659 w. || Suit Porn, Cockblocker Mycroft, Obsessed Sherlock, PWP) – John wears a suit. Sherlock finds it extremely distracting.

Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8,737 w. || Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Stroppy Sherlock, Love Letters, POV John) – Sherlock asks John for relationship advice. Little does he know that it’s him that Sherlock is in love with.

The Emergency Contact Series by blueink3 (M, 11,763 w. across 2 works || 5 and 1′s, Whump, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Caring Sherlock / John, Scars) – The first time John Watson’s emergency contact is called is the first time Sherlock Holmes finds out that he has the job. The first time Sherlock Holmes realizes he needs an emergency contact is the first time he mentally appoints John Watson with the job.

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w. | Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock’s perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

Speaker for the Bees by antietamfalls (M, 14,649 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Sign Language) – It isn’t always easy assisting a deaf detective. Luckily for John, they make a pretty good team.

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff) –  John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica

A Shipless Ocean by myswordfishmind (M, 22,135 w || Post-TRF, John has a Kid) – Ten years after the fall Sherlock goes back to London to find that John no longer lives there. Instead, he resides in a seaside town, a widower, and the father of a seven year old son. Now, Sherlock must struggle with the fact that there may no longer be a place for him in this new world.

Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Mastrubation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock’s case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he’s pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.

Tomorrow’s Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

26 Pieces by Lanning (E, 28,236 w. || H/C, Torture, First Time, Happy Ending, Schmoop) – Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn’t simple.

Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy (E, 30,568 w. || Fake Rel., Roadtrips, Slow Burn, Mummy Holmes) – “You love your mother, Sherlock?” John watched the muscles in Sherlock’s jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk.“Then we’re going to her party and making her happy.” John let out a resigned sigh. “As a ruddy couple, you bastard.”

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,690 w. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

The Yellow Poppies by SilentAuror (E, 34,952 w. || H/C, Nightmares, HLV Fix-It, PTSD, Trauma, POV Sherlock, Doctor John) – Sherlock is threatened and assaulted in the hospital immediately after having been shot in the heart, first by Mary, then by Magnussen. As he recovers at Baker Street with John and plans the attack on Appledore with Mycroft, he fights to work through the trauma caused by these two visits. Set during His Last Vow.

LHR-HNL by scullyseviltwin (E, 35,066 w. || Hawaiian Vacation, Post-TRF, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Just Talk Already, Drinking, Mutual Pining) – In need of an endangered flora sample, Sherlock and John must make a trip to an unexpected destination.

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

Goodness Gives Extras by mydwynter (E, 39,629 w. || Fluff & Angst, Case Fic, Oral / Anal, Humour, First Time, Miscommunication, Snark, Christmas) – Christmas time. ‘Tis the season to settle down with a drink, some food and a present or two, and to enjoy the quiet relaxation of the holiday. Instead, there’s a case that drags them all over, missing presents, disappointed kids, angry parents, and a freak snowfall. On top of that John has to deal with Sherlock, who is being even more of a prat than usual. He really shouldn’t have expected anything different.

Right Hand Man by SilentAuror (E, 42,031 w. ||  H/C, Injury, Slow Burn, Infidelity, Mary is Not Nice) – When John’s left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she’s about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm.

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w. || Magical Realism) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, 47,709 w. || Casefic, Fluff, Romance, Frottage) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results.

Triage by scullyseviltwin (E, 51,612 w. || Character Injury, Introspection) – Sherlock’s mind goes exceedingly, devastatingly quiet and gray-blank. When he speaks it’s through a thick haze, it’s through molasses, he’s so disconnected from the words that it may as well be the unconscious shooter speaking.

Spare Change by Ermerness (E, 51,966 w. || Rich Sherlock AU, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Alternate First Meeting) – The Holmes family is one of the richest and most powerful in England. Sherlock spends his time flying around the world on the family’s private jet drinking a lot and shopping at expensive boutiques as a way of trying to alleviate his endless boredom. His mother decides it’s time he settles down with someone powerful, wealthy and well connected. John Watson happens to be none of those things.

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w. || Dollhouse AU || Case Fic, Slow Burn, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, First Kiss / Time, Attempted Rape, BAMF John, Falling in Love) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w. || Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case) –  Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

Perdition’s Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., || Treklock AU, Est. Rel, Genetic Engineering, Angst & Fluff, BAMF!John) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe

You Have Drawn Red From My Hands by J_Baillier (T, 67,085 w. || Three Garridebs, Heavy John Whump, Hurt / Comfort, Pining, Heavy Angst, Case Fic/Adventure, Slow Burn, Sick Fic, Injury, Guilt & Depression, Just Talk Already Please, Medical Realism, PTSD) –  John getting injured leads Sherlock on a path of guilt and revelations.

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w. || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, H/C, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump) – Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more.

Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E, 151,907 w. || Friends to Lovers, Gay Bar / For a Case, Drugs, Pining, Case Fic, UST) – When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate’s charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?

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Evil Overlords Have Feelings Too - Part 1

Evil Overlords Have Feelings Too by Jenifer Irwin **** This is a fanfic based off of my own version of the Sonic the Hedgehog Universe, which is a combination of a lot of stuff that happened in Sonic Adventure 2, and some amusing things that I threw in to flesh the characters out (such as my theory that Robotnik's favorite drink would be Dr Pepper.) Various footnotes are included throughout for those who may not understand things I make references to. See the very last page for details on which characters and things are property of who. Mentioning them all here might ruin surprises. Many thanks goes out to people who answered polls on the GameTalk forums to give me ideas, and also to my good friend Ian (ShadowNinja/Bob) for helping me come up with ideas throughout the series. Thanks also goes out to readers and those who have given me comments of any sort to help me make it better. I warn you now, this story is intentionally corny in many places for humor purposes. Just sit back and enjoy... don’t analyze too much... it is a cartoon, after all! ****

Part One *WHACK!* "You piece of junk! Why aren't you working right?!" the doctor growled, pounding angrily on the control panel. "Because you installed Windows on me, you cruel beast," the computer responded, drives whirring and clicking frantically. "AGH! ANOTHER ONE! A fatal exception 0E has--*zrrmmm*" It made a small whining noise as Robotnik pulled the plug. "You're obsolete anyway. I built you a whole month ago. You'll be good metal for the next Egg Walker I build," Robotnik said, pulling the entire machine apart and tossing the pieces into the 'Spare Parts' container nearby--one of about 50 similar containers in his home base. Wandering arrogantly through the halls as he did on a regular basis, Robotnik basked in the personal glory gained from having built the entire 200-room base with nothing but his hands, several tons of spare parts and a broken screwdriver. It was the greatest of his personal achievements, and an extension of that achievement was the fact that nobody had ever broken into it to this day. Floating above a secluded mountain range, it was the perfect place to build and scheme. He grabbed a Snickers bar out of one of the several candy dispensers he had installed throughout the base as he headed to the chao room. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he loved the little creatures he'd raised. As long as they were fit, anyway. Chao that weren't up to par in terms of ability potential were promptly sent away. Those that were fit enough, however, were quite literally doted on by their owner. He always pet them when they ran up to him, and he installed lots of neat high-tech stuff in the chamber for them to play with. It was probably the only time he ever showed that a softer side (other than that giant stomach of his) even existed in him, because Evil Scheming Overlords most certainly can't let their archenemies know that. As the chamber opened up, 4 little chao looked up with eyes wide in anticipation. The familiar figure stepped into the room and was swarmed by the creatures, all of them begging to be pet. He bent down, chuckling, and pet each of them in turn, then headed around the room to check on all of the equipment. A broken screen here, a frayed wire there, all were fixed or replaced in minutes. The oldest and most powerful chao, Devlin the Devil Chao, hopped in the mini-Egg Walker and started moving around, clapping his little fiery hands in glee. He was 20 years old, going on about 1. Balor, one of the chao in 'Project SSSSS,' Robotnik's project to develop an ultra-elite chao, skipped about kicking a ball around, and Cade sat down at a small computer to program something. Darken got a crayon and started drawing on the wall. Robotnik grinned at the antics of the chao and threw a few packs of candy to them from a dispenser. Arashi was speechless as she watched all this through a very small hole in the wall, drilled there the night before when she exploited an easily overlooked but very critical flaw in the security system of the base. Nobody else, even one of her primary employers, Tails, could spot the flaw. Of course, he and Robotnik were also more into mechanical things--Arashi was a dedicated master of computer programming, debugging... and hacking. Particularly security systems. Tails had met her at her job in a bank and offered her a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity--in exchange for regular transportation back and forth from the base and the ability to speak with one of the greatest geniuses of all time, she would keep an eye on him and make sure that any plans he had for world takeover were somehow thwarted before he could even try to enact them. The way she could find out just how to do this would be to be on the inside of his plots, then either distract him to another project or alert any who would be affected so that they could change their position or what they were doing in order to make him change his plans. Of course... she didn't plan on following this at all. With all her expertise, she was able to quietly hack the base and disable the alarms. They appeared to be still working, but if something actually happened, the alarm simply wouldn't produce any sound. And now she was within the heart of the stronghold of the only person she respected as much as she did herself, the only person she figured she could ever carry on an interesting conversation with. Nobody else knew as much about computers and other technology, except Tails, but he wasn't evil and nasty, so he wasn't interesting. Robotnik, however, was. ...and he was playing gleefully with his pet chao. Something had to be seriously wrong with the multiverse. This was just not right. The Evil Overlord Robotnik... playing with tiny pet creatures? Nooo, noo, wait a second here. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. He was still there, grinning down at the chao in the mini-egg-walker. Wasn't there at least a hint of evilness in that look? She had to look hard... to find nothing evil about it. The cute devil chao looked more evil than Robotnik did at this moment! Arashi's eyes glazed over at the sight, and she went into a minor state of shock. What was this... thing, that was her evil genius hero? He liked cute creatures! He kept them as pets! He gave them candy and toys! This wasn't evil! It didn't make sense at all! She fainted. Thud. ** The sensation of a hand shaking her shoulder woke Arashi up and she found herself strapped to a chair. The first thing she saw was Robotnik glaring down at her. Yes. Just like he should look. That was him. Not the smiling jolly man she saw in the chao chamber earlier. "You have no idea how relieved I am to see this," Arashi said dramatically, causing Robotnik to get a totally confused look on his face. Usually his prisoners screamed or at least whined upon seeing him. "Um... ok. Well, anyway, first of all. I'm impressed. You hacked my alarms," he said, holding up her laptop. "Now, if you tell me how you did it... I won't kill you," he threatened, his favorite laser gun in hand. Arashi smiled calmly. "Top compartment on the front of my backpack," she said simply, a little smugly. Robotnik tilted his head slightly in curiosity, then picked up the small pack that he'd taken from her before she woke, and dug around in the aforementioned compartment. The only thing he managed to produce other than some coins and a drink or two was a sheet of paper with some code printed on it. He read over it for a moment, recognizing his own security code, and his mouth opened slightly as he came to the section where she had written in the few missing lines that would have prevented the hack had they been there. Raising a brow as he peered at Arashi, Robotnik asked, "Who are you?" Nobody gets into his base. Surely, this pale-skinned woman with light blue, slightly spiked-up hair wouldn't be any different... She couldn't be any older than 23. No way she could have done this. Could she? "Arashi Codiv," the young woman replied, managing to squeeze a hand through the straps enough to offer him a handshake. He accepted it, though it was obvious he was deep in thought, seeming to look through her instead of at her. He turned abruptly, leaving her in the chair as he walked up to a computer that was installed in the wall, and logged into his coding program. A little searching for the particular section and about 10 seconds of typing later, he put a special key into a lock that turned the alarm system off. The computer quickly recompiled the program and he implemented it, then pressed a button to turn on the alarm system (much easier than the process for turning it off), and several floodlights in the room instantly trained themselves on the woman in the chair as alarms screamed all over the base and the location of the intruder flashed up on the screen. Robotnik hit a few keys and the blaring stopped, the system having accepted her presence at his command. "You're good. Really good," he said, glancing over at her oddly. She grinned smugly, responding with, "I know." A slight, wry smirk appeared on Robotnik's face as he thought to himself, "She reminds me of me..." ** "So... I know you must be here for more than just to offer a helpful correction in my code," the doctor said, gesturing as he ambled down a corridor with Arashi, his laser gun drawn, but held casually down at his side, just in case she tried anything funny. "I've always wanted to meet you. And build things. Maybe even rule the world. You're the only person who I think I could ever identify with," she said truthfully, adjusting her backpack so it sat better on her shoulders. "Nobody else understands me," she said with a slight sigh. Robotnik glanced over at the girl with a look that said he knew exactly what she meant, and put the laser gun back in its holster. "Yes. I could never figure out what's so hard to understand about the physics required to reverse gravity. The last time I tried to explain it to someone, his head exploded. Come to think, maybe I should do that the next time I see Sonic..." He thought about it for a moment, a hint of irritation entering his eyes. "Not that it would work. I wish Sega would let me win for once... I'm hungry," he said mostly to himself, opening a door and walking in, straight to a very advanced refrigerator. His mind was certainly one-track at times, Arashi could tell that already. He proceeded to pull an entire turkey out of the refrigerator, instant-cook it in a high-tech oven, and sit down at the table with the whole thing on his plate. Ripping a drumstick off, he started eating like a total pig, much to Arashi's amusement. "So... D'you think I could program and build things around here?" she asked hopefully. "Ah thin' we cou' arrangh shm'fn, yah," Robotnik managed to say around a mouthful of food. "Whu' y'shtar'n at?" "Oh, nothing," Arashi said, snickering. She took a seat at the table and brought out one of her drinks, thinking to herself, "This is funny. I thought for some reason he had more class than this... Well, I guess when you're alone all the time, manners aren't exactly top priority." She thoughtfully took a few drinks and looked around the kitchen, which was devoid of any decoration whatsoever, but it was a nice kitchen nonetheless. The entire base seemed quite well-kept, and she knew there had to be cleaning robots all over the place, because Robotnik was a slob and nobody would be able to keep such a large base clean by themselves anyway. Before long, all that was left of the turkey were bones. The large man picked contentedly at his teeth with a toothpick for a while, then said, "I suppose it's too late to ask you if you want any," with a snicker. Arashi laughed and shook her head. This guy really was much different in private and when his immediate goal in mind wasn't to take over the world. Pressing a button that was on the underside of the table, Robotnik watched as a hidden alcove opened up and a robot walked out, cleaning the bones off the plate and table, then quickly washing the plate and setting it back in the dish rack. Arashi smiled slightly as she said to herself, "I knew it." "Well then, shall we get to work? I've got something particularly nice I've been working on," he said, standing up from the table as he wiped his hands off on the towel that the robot held out. Arashi grinned and stood up, following him. "This isn't the ultimate of all my creations, simply because if I said that, it'd be so cliché. Let's just say I really like it and it rocks," Robotnik said arrogantly as he pushed a button and tapped something into a small terminal on the wall, causing a heavily reinforced door to open up. He and Arashi stepped into a dim and -very- large room, where a huge coil of some sort of strong metal lay, taking up most of the room. The coil was at least 10 feet in diameter, and it was a strange silvery color with odd scales all over it... it looked just like... Arashi took a step back, alarmed as a giant robotic snake's head rose up from behind some of the coil, staring down at the two humans with cold, metallic eyes and flicking a flexible steel tongue. "I'm testing a new type of forging for the metals I use... and it seems to be working. I've managed to make steel that's as flexible as rubber," Robotnik said as he grinned evilly. Arashi stared at him in awe. He glanced at her and said in a lower voice, "And that's not even the best part." Robotnik turned his gaze back to the giant snake and closed his eyes, folding his arms over his chest and saying, "Take something out of your backpack." The girl looked at him confusedly, but took off her backpack and drew out some random item. The snake tilted its head slightly, and the doctor said a bit amusedly, "A portable hard drive. Women keep anything in their purses and packs..." Arashi looked at him. He was still facing away from her, and had never turned around. The surface of the snake wasn't reflective, and there were no mirrors anywhere, and he wasn't holding anything to look at... She looked up at the snake. It grinned at her. "...uh... holy crap," were the only words she could find for a stunned moment. "You can control that thing with your MIND? And see through its eyes!?" Opening his own eyes again, Robotnik said in a quiet but triumphant tone, "It was one of the most difficult things I've ever managed. I mean, I had the chip all nice and ready pretty quickly, but drilling into my skull to put it there was hard. It broke most of my best drill bits." Arashi started laughing uncontrollably. ** After some fun with the robotic snake and a few random transformations of harmless objects into Death Machines, the two decided to turn in for the night, Arashi allowed to sleep in the best guest bedroom in the base. She got out her radio and quietly started talking. "Sonic... You there?" "Yeah. Didja get any info? Is he working on anything big?" "No," she lied through her teeth. "He actually suffered a few setbacks lately. See, I just got into that job at the bank lately and they used my security code for all the other banks in the world. He can't hack for money anymore, so he has had to resort to older machines. Getting him is going to be a breeze." "Awesome! When should we attack?" "I'll let you know tomorrow." "Alright. Keep watching him!" the hedgehog replied. "You bet," Arashi said, grinning. The radio beeped, and an evil little giggle of, "...gullible..." came from in the room. Robotnik took the sound-amplifying device away from the surface of the door, grinning evilly. "So... she exploited my enemy to get in here and help me out... I love it!" He turned and headed toward his room, laughing quietly. ** Arashi woke up and yawned, sitting up to find Robotnik standing right beside her bed, arms folded over his chest. "I heard you talking to Sonic last night," he said in a solemn tone. Thinking he only heard part of the conversation, she paled and stuttered, "Wait, let me explain, I--" "And it's going to be a pleasure luring him into a trap like you've planned," he said, grinning suddenly. She blinked and stopped for a moment before the both of them burst into diabolical laughter. "C'mon, let's go make some more intricate battle plans," he said, turning and walking from the room. Arashi stood up and followed, grabbing her backpack and putting it on as she went. When they got to the battle room, Robotnik got out a pile of maps and rifled through them until he found a particular one that he put on the table. It was uncooperative at first and kept trying to roll back up until he dropped an old hard drive, a video card and two floppy drives, grabbed randomly from some shelves, at the corners. The map depicted his mountain range and the city 100 miles away where Sonic and Tails lived. He pointed to a spot that was roughly between the two points. "Right here is an area with a bunker that would be perfect to hide the Steel Snake in. What I want you to do is to tell Sonic to meet you there for some creative reason. That is where we will launch the attack--he'll never see it coming!" Arashi nodded. "That's an excellent plan. And it's pretty simple. When do we do it?" "After breakfast." ** 5 gallons of 'Death by Chocolate' ice cream later, the two stood up and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the cleaning robot to its job. They walked quietly through the corridors until they came to the door that concealed the Steel Snake's room. The large door opened up after the password was entered, revealing the snake in its eerie, motionless slumber. Suddenly, it rose up, wide awake, blinking silently as it flicked its tongue. "We've got a hedgehog to catch," it hissed menacingly in a metallic voice, grinning. Its back opened up, and a large pod with two comfortable seats rose out of the opening, the heavily armored clear top flipping open. Robotnik jumped up in one of the seats, grinning evilly as he asked, "Care for a ride?" Arashi climbed up into the pod, marveling at the nice interior, the bucket seats, and the really big rocket launchers protruding out of it, triggers at the two mad scientists' hands. This, to her, was like taking a ride in a brand new Corvette convertible to anyone else. The top flipped down and snapped into place and the snake stretched slightly. "I've wanted to give this a test ride for the longest time," Robotnik said, and the machine darted out of the room at a speed unbelievable for such a large thing. Slithering along the ground at a rate of at least 100 miles an hour, the snake very quickly made its way toward the bunker. "Wow! This is the coolest thing I've ever seen!" Arashi exclaimed, giggling as the snake slipped up a hill and quickly down the other side, doing the same odd thing to her stomach that an unexpected, sudden downward hill in a car does. "You think this is neat... I can do better," Robotnik said, snickering, and a great deal of energy could be felt in the air. The sides of the snake opened up and a few clanking noises were heard. Arashi looked into the conveniently placed rear-view mirror and saw several huge jets extend from the openings, blasting fire as the snake rose off the ground thanks to gravity reversal. Without ground to push from, however, it wouldn't be able to go very far without the jets, which began to push it along, steering it effortlessly. Robotnik let loose a brief, evil laugh from deep in his chest. "Excellent..." This really was the ultimate of his creations. Never before had he made rubber-flexible steel, and he also hadn't made something able to be controlled with his mind alone. Its unusual shape made it hard to detect on radar, and its top speed in the air was about 1000 miles an hour. It had bomb compartments and guns. Simply, it rocked. Keeping the snake low to the ground to avoid being seen in the air by anyone, Robotnik sent it blazing over the plains and eventually twisting through hills and valleys. Both geniuses were in a continual state of euphoria as they watched the landscape hurtle past them at high speed. They got to the bunker a little faster than they really wanted to, and the giant snake stopped outside, peering down at the small control panel that was installed next to the door. A plated scale slid back on the snake's side and out extended a robotic arm, tapping some things onto the panel, and the bunker door slid open. The inside of the bunker was huge. It appeared to be a weapons storage facility in the case of desperate emergency. It doubled as a testing lab, and was big enough to house 5 Steel Snakes comfortably. The ceiling was 100 feet above, with spare parts and weapons stacked all the way up on every wall. The majority of the bunker, the center, was completely devoid of anything. Perfect testing grounds... or an ambush point. The two began to organize their attack plan. ** Robotnik looked over at Arashi and nodded expectantly, watching as she pulled out her radio and motioned for him to be silent. "Sonic?" "Yeah, Arashi? Got battle plans?" "Yes, I do. Robotnik's sleeping. But he found a way to fix his security system--the only way we're going to get past it is to get a few special computer chips from a bunker that's about 50 miles southwest of his base. Just come on over, the door is open. It's in the Silent Hills." Turning the radio off, Arashi looked over at Robotnik. "How was that?" "Perfect." They exchanged diabolical grins, and waited. ** 15 minutes later, Sonic and Tails stood outside the open door. Sonic yelled, "Arashi?" No answer. "Guess she didn't hear us," he said, unconcerned, and headed into the doorway, Tails close behind. "Nice place," he said, admiring the stacks and stacks of weapons... until they heard a loud slam of the door behind them and felt something very large above them moving toward them at very high speed. Tails barely had time to gasp and scream. *SNAP!* The robotic snake swallowed loudly and spit out a single, severed tail. Sonic stared down at it in horror for a moment, then looked back up at the snake slowly. "You're going to PAY FOR THAT!" the hedgehog screamed angrily, and promptly turned around and started running. The snake remained motionless. Around the bunker Sonic went, looking frantically along the walls for something... but he couldn't find it... "Looking for these, Sonic?" an all too familiar voice asked as a shadow fell over him during a brief, motionless second of thought. He turned around and looked up at Robotnik, who stood about 10 feet away gripping a handful of rings and grinning. "What have you done with Arashi!? How did you find out!?" Sonic asked, unable to mask his terror. Never before had Robotnik been smart enough to strike so quickly... or to kill Tails... or to collect all the rings prior to battle... "What have I done with her? Oh, no, it's not 'what have I done with her.' More like... 'what has she done with me.'" The doctor grinned evilly as Sonic looked at him in confused terror. "I know you're a strong believer in the motto, 'Live and Learn.' But apparently, Sonic, you haven't lived enough to learn that I'm not the only person in the world who can't be trusted..." Robotnik glanced back over his shoulder as Arashi stepped out from behind one of the large shelves, walking up to his side with an evil grin. Sonic nearly went into shock as he watched his trusted spy put a hand on Robotnik's shoulder and give it an encouraging... almost... affectionate... squeeze... Managing to regain his presence of mind, the hedgehog screamed, raging over the loss of Tails, "Prepare to DIE, BOTH OF YOU!" and started charging up a spin-dash, ignoring the fact that he had no rings. The snake darted across the bunker instantly and whipped its tail around at Sonic, smacking him into a shelf suddenly and causing about 200 pounds of spare parts to fall on him, pinning him. Robotnik chuckled evilly and wandered over towards Sonic, who struggled hard to get out from underneath the pile of metal and plastic. The doctor waited amusedly, taunting Sonic as he squirmed his way out and crawled to the floor, glaring up at his enemy before he stood up into a crouched position. The camera panned out and revolved around the two as they slowly, instinctively, moved out to the middle of the floor. "So, Sonic... it's come to this. A final showdown. More final than any other. I have rings... you don't. Sega has never put you in a position quite like this before, have they? I like whoever wrote this plot," Robotnik said, grinning evilly as he tucked the handful of rings in his pocket. Sonic decided there was enough talk. The battle was now. It was the battle of all battles... one that only real men could win at. Childish Insults! "You're a big poo-head!" he yelled viciously. Robotnik fell down from the force of the insult, rings bouncing out of his pocket. He managed to grab a few, but Sonic swiped some himself, too. "Oh, yeah? You're ugly!" Robotnik growled, pointing at Sonic, who twitched as the rings fell out of his hand. He managed to get all but one before the doctor did. "You smell!" the hedgehog yelled in a classic kindergarten-whiny-kid tone. Robotnik stumbled backwards, dropping a few rings. Again, both picked up a couple. "You're dumb!" "Your mom's fat!" "At least my mom didn't have a retard for a kid!" "Come here, I want to check out my reflection on your head!" "At least my head isn't bigger than the whole rest of my body!" Over and over, they slung insults back and forth. Sonic got knocked back so far by some of them that Robotnik was able to get most of the rings before he did. The insults didn't send the gluttonous doctor flying very far due to his weight. Eventually, Robotnik had all the rings and he flung his insult. "Your shoes suck!" That was it. Sonic had no rings left. Rings were his lifeblood... his confidence... He sat down and started crying. Robotnik laughed and walked towards Sonic. "Hah! Weakling fool! You thought you could defeat -me- in a battle of wits!? I have an IQ of 300, you idiot!" Sonic twitched violently from the further insults. "Why are you kicking me while I'm down!? Have you no honor?" "Honor is what makes Evil Overlords -lose.- I'll have none of that!" Robotnik grinned evilly as he drew his laser gun. "It's the end of the road for you, Sonic! You've taken your last step! Eaten your last chilidog! Charged your last spin dash! Jumped your last jump!" He got louder and louder with each statement, waving the gun around. "Run your last mile! Smashed your last badnik! Pulled your last loop--" Arashi walked up and shook his shoulder gently. "Ivo, shut up and shoot him." "She called me by my first name... nobody ever does that," Robotnik thought to himself, blinking at her. She gave him a look, still urging him to shoot, and he nodded. "Right." He turned towards Sonic again and raised the laser gun, grinning at the weakened hedgehog who pleaded for mercy with his eyes, raising a hand defensively. As he watched the horror on his archenemy's face grow, he very slowly began to pull the trigger. "Farewell... Sonic the Hedgehog!" ...*click* Robotnik looked at the gun incredulously. "Oh, bother, I had the blasted safety on." He flipped a small switch, held up the gun again and pulled the trigger unceremoniously, sending a high-powered laser beam burning through Sonic's head, killing him instantly. As the blue hedgehog slumped to the floor, lifeless, Robotnik stood motionless for a moment, in shock. He had really done it. Finally, he had destroyed his enemy, and it was no longer in the way. There was nothing standing between him and world domination. He turned and traded grins with Arashi. And she hugged him gleefully. He staggered back, flailing his arms madly in confusion, stuttering, "That--that was uncalled for! Whatever it was! It made me feel all... warm and fuzzy inside! What did you do!? And how can your arms be long enough to get around me!?" He blinked at Arashi, who was laughing by now. She knew good and well that he knew what a hug was, he just didn't want to admit he liked it. He'd never turned a deeper shade of red even in his worst moment of anger. "Come on. Let's go home and take over the world," she said, giggling slightly. "After lunch!" ** Arashi hacked the mainframes of the world, sending everything linked the internet into total chaos. Communications systems were obliterated by viruses and the world was thrown into a panic. From there on out, it was simply a joyride around the world in the Steel Snake destroying everyone that resisted takeover. Under a week later, the last bit of resistance was vanquished. All others bowed to the will of the usurpers. Dr. Ivo Robotnik and Arashi Codiv were now the rulers of the world. So, the day had finally come. The bad guys won. And the two lived happily ever after... for the next few days or so. ** Robotnik tore off a drumstick from the turkey and bit into it, chewing glumly. After swallowing, he asked for the 300th time, "So... what are we going to do now?" "I dunno," Arashi said, picking at a piece of food. "We've already done it all... Killed Sonic... Conquered the world... amassed all the money there is... got all 180 emblems..." "Hey, let's brainwash the entire population!" "We did that yesterday, remember?" "Oh, yeah..." Robotnik sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring at the table. He took out his laser gun and started toying with it, dismantling and reconstructing it several times, but it just didn't seem as fun anymore. "Blast... mum, you were right," he mumbled to himself. "Yeah, mine was too," Arashi said absently. "'Why do you want to take over the world so much?' she'd say. 'Once you have it all, there's nothing else to do...'" A small computer terminal in the kitchen brought up a screen, with a special news report starting. The same reporter that spoke of Shadow the Hedgehog robbing the bank during the last failed campaign to take over the world began to report, "Up-to-the-minute sources claim that several unidentified flying objects are attacking all of the major cities in the world. Research groups have received word from whoever is controlling these objects that Earth is to be taken over for its resources--and there is nothing we can do unless Emperor Robotnik decides to take action." The two rulers traded slight, calm smiles and Robotnik pushed his goggles down over his eyes. "A mad scientist's work is never done," he proclaimed, and they both stood up and headed for the Steel Snake's lair.

[tadomodoka4-blog]

What are your favorite johnlock fics of all time?

Ohhhh.

Ohhh noo. 

Nonny you’re cruel.

Okay so funny story: 

Someone asked me this exact thing a couple years ago. 

I started a fic rec list offline at that time

Said list kept growing and growing as I decided to start sorting my fics.

It’s now a couple years later, and the list has over 300 fics on it XD.

So you see my dilemma LOL. 

I have done a few fic lists in the past along this vein:

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017 )

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

25 Fave Johnlock One Shots (April 2018)

Top 10 Fave Fics (September 2018)

So what should I do today? How about the fics I ALWAYS re-read when I feel like I just need something familiar and oh so delicious? Would that be okay? Fics that I never hesitate to read again? Note that this list will probably change in a few months’ time as I re-read newer fics I’ve recently bookmarked; if I’m in a certain mood, a fic will get added and another removed, LOL. In fact, I’ve had this sitting in my drafts from quite awhile before I finally posted it, LOL. Waited a week, because my “feels” kept changing, HAH!

I have WAY more than 30 of these, but I had to stop somewhere! So here’s the criteria for these ones today:

I’ve read them more than 5 times since I bookmarked them

I read them start to finish, without skipping anything even though I know what happens.

That’s it. It’s just so I can keep my list down, LOL. Seriously, I love SO many fics that this list was HARD to do. Hope you enjoy!

I-J’s TOP 30 READ-AGAIN FICS (MARCH 2019)

The Strait of Juan de Fuca by mightypog (T, 6,400 w. || Vacation, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Canada, Post-TRF, Love Confessions) – Sherlock is back and all seems forgiven, but something is missing between him and John. Their friendship initially appears intact, but Sherlock doesn’t understand why John seems to be slipping away. Finally, in terror, he tries to reconnect with John by taking him to the one place that seems to inspire any emotional interest in John any more: the Canadian wilderness. While there, Sherlock faces his greatest fear.

Fa Subito by kim47 (E, 6,659 w. || Suit Porn, Cockblocker Mycroft, Obsessed Sherlock, PWP) – John wears a suit. Sherlock finds it extremely distracting.

Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8,737 w. || Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Stroppy Sherlock, Love Letters, POV John) – Sherlock asks John for relationship advice. Little does he know that it’s him that Sherlock is in love with.

The Emergency Contact Series by blueink3 (M, 11,763 w. across 2 works || 5 and 1′s, Whump, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Caring Sherlock / John, Scars) – The first time John Watson’s emergency contact is called is the first time Sherlock Holmes finds out that he has the job. The first time Sherlock Holmes realizes he needs an emergency contact is the first time he mentally appoints John Watson with the job.

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w. | Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock’s perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

Speaker for the Bees by antietamfalls (M, 14,649 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Sign Language) – It isn’t always easy assisting a deaf detective. Luckily for John, they make a pretty good team.

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff) –  John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica

A Shipless Ocean by myswordfishmind (M, 22,135 w || Post-TRF, John has a Kid) – Ten years after the fall Sherlock goes back to London to find that John no longer lives there. Instead, he resides in a seaside town, a widower, and the father of a seven year old son. Now, Sherlock must struggle with the fact that there may no longer be a place for him in this new world.

Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Mastrubation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock’s case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he’s pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.

Tomorrow’s Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

26 Pieces by Lanning (E, 28,236 w. || H/C, Torture, First Time, Happy Ending, Schmoop) – Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn’t simple.

Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy (E, 30,568 w. || Fake Rel., Roadtrips, Slow Burn, Mummy Holmes) – “You love your mother, Sherlock?” John watched the muscles in Sherlock’s jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk.“Then we’re going to her party and making her happy.” John let out a resigned sigh. “As a ruddy couple, you bastard.”

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,690 w. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

The Yellow Poppies by SilentAuror (E, 34,952 w. || H/C, Nightmares, HLV Fix-It, PTSD, Trauma, POV Sherlock, Doctor John) – Sherlock is threatened and assaulted in the hospital immediately after having been shot in the heart, first by Mary, then by Magnussen. As he recovers at Baker Street with John and plans the attack on Appledore with Mycroft, he fights to work through the trauma caused by these two visits. Set during His Last Vow.

LHR-HNL by scullyseviltwin (E, 35,066 w. || Hawaiian Vacation, Post-TRF, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Just Talk Already, Drinking, Mutual Pining) – In need of an endangered flora sample, Sherlock and John must make a trip to an unexpected destination.

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

Goodness Gives Extras by mydwynter (E, 39,629 w. || Fluff & Angst, Case Fic, Oral / Anal, Humour, First Time, Miscommunication, Snark, Christmas) – Christmas time. ‘Tis the season to settle down with a drink, some food and a present or two, and to enjoy the quiet relaxation of the holiday. Instead, there’s a case that drags them all over, missing presents, disappointed kids, angry parents, and a freak snowfall. On top of that John has to deal with Sherlock, who is being even more of a prat than usual. He really shouldn’t have expected anything different.

Right Hand Man by SilentAuror (E, 42,031 w. ||  H/C, Injury, Slow Burn, Infidelity, Mary is Not Nice) – When John’s left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she’s about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm.

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w. || Magical Realism) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, 47,709 w. || Casefic, Fluff, Romance, Frottage) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results.

Triage by scullyseviltwin (E, 51,612 w. || Character Injury, Introspection) – Sherlock’s mind goes exceedingly, devastatingly quiet and gray-blank. When he speaks it’s through a thick haze, it’s through molasses, he’s so disconnected from the words that it may as well be the unconscious shooter speaking.

Spare Change by Ermerness (E, 51,966 w. || Rich Sherlock AU, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Alternate First Meeting) – The Holmes family is one of the richest and most powerful in England. Sherlock spends his time flying around the world on the family’s private jet drinking a lot and shopping at expensive boutiques as a way of trying to alleviate his endless boredom. His mother decides it’s time he settles down with someone powerful, wealthy and well connected. John Watson happens to be none of those things.

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w. || Dollhouse AU || Case Fic, Slow Burn, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, First Kiss / Time, Attempted Rape, BAMF John, Falling in Love) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w. || Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case) –  Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

Perdition’s Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., || Treklock AU, Est. Rel, Genetic Engineering, Angst & Fluff, BAMF!John) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe

You Have Drawn Red From My Hands by J_Baillier (T, 67,085 w. || Three Garridebs, Heavy John Whump, Hurt / Comfort, Pining, Heavy Angst, Case Fic/Adventure, Slow Burn, Sick Fic, Injury, Guilt & Depression, Just Talk Already Please, Medical Realism, PTSD) –  John getting injured leads Sherlock on a path of guilt and revelations.

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w. || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, H/C, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump) – Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more.

Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E, 151,907 w. || Friends to Lovers, Gay Bar / For a Case, Drugs, Pining, Case Fic, UST) – When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate’s charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?

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