#his VA is constantly just nailing it

[kingalooo]

Yo Te Cuido

Miguel x fem!reader for my lovelies muah <3 Cramping as I write this but that ain’t stopping me😔🤚🏼

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Miguel, as we know, is super loving and is constantly at our beck and call. But one thing he never fails to show is his acts of service. Especially whenever you’re on your period or cramping.

When you used to live with your parents, he’d find you in your room cradled in a blanket and angry with the world. He made sure to come prepared. He would bring flowers, your favorite snacks and drinks, movies, etc.

Pampering you with kisses and holding you close (a personal heater) to ease the discomfort.

“Donde está la princesa?” He’d ask your mom as he stepped in the house with goodies for you.

Your mom sighed and shook her head. “Miguel, me la consientes mucho,” She chuckled, pointing to your bedroom door. “Se quedo dormida hace rato…”

He nodded, making his way down to your bedroom. Opening the door to see you fast asleep, he makes his way over to you, planting a kiss on your forehead before leaving the goodies next to you.

Literally you’re so lucky.

He always knew what to do. Even if you were being stubborn.

“Amor, tienes que descansar,” He’d whisper, rubbing up and down your back.

“Just say you don’t love me then,” You’d mumble against his chest, quickly flipping over so your back was facing him.

He’d laugh it off and hold you close again, whispering sweet words into your ear. Consentida much?

Sometimes it was attitude that you’d throw randomly, which he never took to heart, that made him want take care of you more.

Cause of course he didn’t want his princesa to be upset with him.

“No te quiero ver,” You would say, crossing your arms over your chest. He leaned against the entrance way of your bedroom door with a sly grin on his face. He was always amused by the way you acted, knowing you’d be upset if he left. “Enserio que estoy enojada contigo,”

He slowly exhaled.

“Amor, si me voy te vas a enojar…” He’d say, making his way over to you to hug you. You oblige instantly, tugging him closer to you.

But he couldn’t lie. He wanted to deal with the attitude in a better way.

Once you moved out of your parents home and into your own apartment it was a whole different story.

Your parents weren’t there to take care of you, instead it was him.

It didn’t take long for one of those days to have Miguel’s patience be tested.

“Que dijiste? Repítemelo.” He demanded, slamming into you mercilessly. Faced down on a pillow, moans echoed in your bedroom as Miguel gripped your hips tightly from behind. What did he say? You couldn’t even mutter a proper sentence from being too cock drunk.

“N-No~…” You’d moan, the creaking of the bed and slamming of the headboard against the wall was the only thing that you could focus on.

He didn’t like that. Pressing his chest against your back, he turns your face to look at him. “Dímelo.”

Holy shit.

Your lips fell open, wanting his lips pressed against yours, you try to lean in for a kiss. He retracts.

“No te voy a consentir hasta que me lo digas de nuevo corazón,” He said sternly as he rutted into you, each thrust deeper and faster than the other.

“Q-Que no me amas!” You cry out in pleasure, you nails digging into the covers of your bed that were now a complete mess.

“Que obediente…” He mutters as he grabs your face again and fulfills your need for his lips against yours. “Vengo a verte para que luego me salgas con esto de que no te amo? Que mala eres conmigo princesa…”

“Perdoname…” Was the only word that managed to slip from your lips.

Satisfied, he continued taking extra good care of you.

“Te amo princesa,” He groans, your cunt tightly wrapping around his cock. You looked so pretty beneath him, your little fits made him want to take you over and over. “Te amo tanto,” He moans into your ear, peppering you with kisses as he fills you completely.

It wasn’t until you laid in bed, free of cramps and thighs throbbing, that he let you rest. He took you back into his arms, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheek.

“Are you going to stay the night?…” You manage to mumble between small pants.

“Wouldn’t dream of leaving princesa,” He whispered before pressing a small kiss to your lips. You hum in approval, cuddling closer to his chest and wrapping your arms around him. “Ahora si descansa…”

“Y si no quiero?…” You whisper, your hand gliding down his chest as you look up at him with a grin.

“Princesa…” He sighs, your touch only making his need for you rise again.

And what did he do? Gave into his princess <3

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love-Epilogue

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 19

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: Flash forward, fluff, smut, handjob, fingering, squirting, P in V intercourse, oral (f), creampie, innuendos, language, pregnancy romantic love making.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 18

Flash Forward in Time:

I wake up with a gentle bump against my side and hazily blink my eyes to allow them to adjust to the darkened room. Emma is still blissfully unconscious as her head rests against my chest and her nude body is draped against mine. I tend to get warm but this woman somehow always seems to be cold. I don’t mind one bit as I’ve spent the majority of my life sleeping alone and I sleep so much better with her body against my own. I smile at my perfect woman and gently move her disheveled hair from her face before I feel another gentle nudge against my side. Our baby boy seems to have woken up and it won’t be long until he wakes his mother up too. Luckily, she’s a heavy sleeper but I’d imagine having a human being rolling around in your abdomen could wake up most anyone. I reach down and caress her swollen belly to acknowledge my little boy and hopefully soothe him back to sleep by rubbing her tummy. Emma is almost eight months along now, and needs every bit of sleep she can get. As I touch her tummy, I think about what life will be like once our little guy finally makes his appearance. We haven’t nailed down a name for him yet, but Emma keeps admitting she likes the idea of naming him after me and calling him AJ, for Austin Junior. I’m pushing for him to have his own name and identity, certainly not wanting him to feel like he has to follow in my shadow. I like the names Luke, Hudson, Grant, and Bradley, but ultimately, I’m going to leave it up to Emma to choose her favorite. She’s doing all of the hard work after all. After a bit of gentle caressing on her belly, our son seemed to calm and Emma messily rolled over and wrapped herself around the giant pregnancy pillow that’s taking over her entire side of the bed. I won’t complain because I’ll give her anything to help her be more comfortable. I decide to ease out of the bed and get the day started because somehow in all my years I can’t shake the early wake up times that the military instilled in me. I quietly corral Mills and let him out in the backyard to use the bathroom. Aika passed away early last year and I’ll be honest, I took it hard. My nightmares started coming back more frequently and Emma convinced me to talk to my therapist at the VA about it. I still miss that sweet girl but know that she had such a fulfilling life here with us. She’s buried out in the backyard under a large oak tree so that we still feel her spirit close by. Mills also really struggled in the first month after her passing, constantly looking around the house for her. He always adored her and was used to following her lead but he’s doing well as he’s matured from the puppy stage. I spent some time training him after our wedding and now he knows all of the commands that I had taught Aika which is helpful, especially now with a growing family.

I start up the coffee pot and know I’ve only got a short window of time before responsibilities call, so I sip on a cup of coffee while I start making breakfast. As I’m plating the pancakes at the table, I hear movement upstairs and know I need to intercept quickly. I bound up the stairs and open the bedroom door to our three-and-a-half-year-old twin girl’s bedroom. Molly Grace and Maggie Kate are out of their toddler beds and already digging in their princess box regardless of the fact that it’s not even half past six on a Saturday morning. They squeal when I scoop them up and place kisses along each of their cheeks.

“Da Da! Ouch!” They giggle as my beard scratches against their cheeks. 

“Sorry little darlins” I respond before tickling their tummies. 

“Now what do we have here, already getting into the princess box?” 

“I want to be Tiana!” MG says followed by MK who declares she is going to be Ariel. “Well, if I get you girls dressed in your princess gowns, y’all gotta promise to be quiet on the way downstairs so we can let Mama sleep in. Is that a deal?” I ask.

Both curly headed girls nod their heads fervently. I’m certain that won’t last long as my daughters tend to be a bit exuberant, but I’ll take what I can get.

“Alright then, bring me the dresses and then we have to brush your teeth before your dragon breath knocks me out.” I joke. 

A somewhat endless feeling half hour later, I successfully have both girls dressed and with clean teeth. Their hair is still a disaster but I’m working on learning. God, if the old me could see myself now. Googling videos of how to braid hair or make a ponytail. Emma usually does their hair and tries to show me a thing or two when she has time. The girls have dirty blonde hair, not quite as light as Emma’s, but they both got my wild curls which Emma adores. 

I’ve got them set up with chocolate chip pancakes, fruit and milk cups as they tell me about what movie they want to watch later and constantly interrupt each other as they ask for this and that. 

“Nana and PawPaw want y’all to come over today to help Nana bake a cake. Does that sound good?” I ask knowing that the girls are over the moon anytime they get to go to my grandparents’ house. It’s hard to tell who loves it more, the girls or my grandparents. I’m grateful for a potentially quiet afternoon with Emma, since we won’t have too many of those in the future anytime soon.

“Oh yeah! I want to do that! Can we make cupcakes?” 

“That’s all up to Nana. Y’all just remember that she’s old and y’all don’t want to wear her out.”

“Yeah, Nana’s real old but PawPaw is even older. He’s like 104.” Maggie says.

“No he’s not! He’s only like 23 I think.” Molly retorts. 

“Y’all really have no idea about numbers yet and I find that adorable.” I chuckle to myself as I hear Emma making her way down the hall.

“Good morning, Sugar. Hope we didn’t wake you, I was trying to let you rest.” I kiss my girl sweetly while rubbing her swollen belly.

“Wasn’t you, your son decided to dance on my bladder.” She grumbles and I chuckle. Even all this time later, she still isn’t a morning person. She shuffles further into the kitchen and the girls jump up and give her what I’m sure are sticky syrup covered good morning hugs and kisses. I pour Em a cup of coffee, adding her creamer and she holds it with both hands with a grateful sleepy smile.

“So Ariel and Tiana, what are we talking about this morning?”

“How Nana’s old.” Molly announces and Emma almost chokes on her coffee.

“Who told you that?” Emma asks and both girls point directly to me. Little narcs.

“Well, she is! I was just telling the girls to take it easy on her today.” Emma rolls her eyes at me before walking to the table

“Don’t tell Nana that she’s old.” Emma tells the girls.

“But she is old, mama.” Maggie refutes.

“Yes, but it’s still not nice to say. We don’t want to hurt Nana’s feelings.”

“Does Nana not know that she’s old?” Molly asks inquisitively.

“I’m sure she does baby, but spending time with you girls helps her feel young. Now, how about you girls work on making Nana and PawPaw some more drawings for their refrigerator? You know how much they love those!” Emma directs.

“I want to draw Mills chasing chickens!” Molly shouts.

“I’m going to draw PawPaw riding a cow!” Maggie exclaims.

I chuckle as I watch them scurry over to the little kiddie table off of the kitchen that Emma has made as their art station and get to work.

Emma has shifted to working part time and it’s been great. She stayed home with the girls at first, taking an extended maternity leave after they were born but found that she missed the vet clinic and working with animals. We decided on sending the girls to a “Mother’s Day Out” program where they attend half days so that Emma and I can both work. Our jobs give us the flexibility to be able for one of us to pick them up at 1pm each day and have them home in time for an afternoon nap.

Emma relaxes back at her chair at the table and starts eating some breakfast.

“Little man let you get decent rest last night?” I ask her and she shrugs while chewing her food.

“I felt like I got up more times to pee or roll over than I actually got rest, but I suppose that’s just going to prepare me for the newborn stage of having him up every two hours.”

“Hell, just think about how much easier it’ll be with only one baby this time.” I think back to how exhausted Em and I both were in the first few months home with the girls. We struggled to get them on the same feeding and sleeping schedules. It felt like as soon as we got one to sleep, the other was screaming and waking everyone up. Em and I were so tired we basically just roamed about the house like zombies during the night. I feel like I coped a little bit better than Emma since I was used to insomnia, but she was determined to breastfeed and didn’t want to mess up her supply. After a few months, I finally convinced her to pump some milk for night feeds so I could help more with a bottle feed during the night and let her rest. 

“Gosh, I hope so. They were worth it all, but damn I hope this baby sleeps.” Emma sighs.

“Given any more thoughts on what you’d like to name this handsome fella?” I ask. 

“I still like AJ, but I’ve been thinking about it and I also really like the name Grant ever since you brought it up. Grant Syverson just sounds like a future star quarterback.” She says and I smirk as I munch on a few berries.

“I like that a lot, Sugar. It’s a very strong name. One he can be proud of. Perfect for our boy.” 

“I was thinking the middle name could be Joseph after PawPaw?” She suggests and I have to take a moment to just awe at this woman. PawPaw was always a taciturn man with a steely exterior but when Emma became part of the family he opened up to her more than I ever imagined. Always imparting words of advice and stopping by to check on her when she was pregnant with the girls and I was working. Nothing could have prepared us for the absolute mush that man turned into when the girls were born. PawPaw seemed to get a new lease on life as he dropped everything to spend time with his “grandbabies”. He wanted to teach them all about the farm and loved showing them all the animals. He was wrapped around their fingers and we all joked about it. 

“I don’t think anything could make him prouder. I love that idea, baby girl.”

“Let’s wait until he’s born before we tell him.” She suggests and I agree.

“Walt doing okay now that he’s back at work?” Emma asks.

“He’s having a hard time focusing, which is understandable. He’s itching to get home every night to Cassie and baby Carter.”

“Yeah, Cass mentioned he’s got terrible FOMO when I was over there last week. He’s afraid he’s going to miss something.” Emma responds.

Walt and Cassie really hit it off at the wedding and before long were in a serious relationship. She moved to Texas with him about eight months into dating. They got married a little over a year ago and just had a little boy, Carter, who made Walt light up in a way he hasn’t since Faye was little. Emma loved having Cassie close and it was nice having Walter so happy and working more reasonable hours. Faye came to visit as often as she could which was also good for Walt. They only lived about ten minutes from us and Emma had been over every day last week to help Cassie since Walt was on his first week back to work from paternity leave. I remember how hard it was to leave Emma and the girls to go back to work.

“It’s tough to leave your wife and new baby and go back to work but I’m sure he’ll adjust. I remember facetiming you like every hour that first week just to check in.” I reminisce.

“I remember.” Emma giggles. “My big strong army man was a nervous wreck about missing any moment with his girls. It took some time but I think we found a good family/work balance that keeps us fulfilled.” 

“I keep you filled.” I mutter with a smirk.

“Austin!” Emma feigns shock. “Clearly you have.” She murmurs as she pats her round belly and I look at her with smug pride. 

“Think Nana and PawPaw would keep the girls for a night?” She wonders aloud even though we both know that they jump at the chance to keep the kids.

“You know they would. Got something in mind?”

“An impromptu night alone with my handsome man sounds pretty perfect to me.” Emma bites her lip and I feel the surge run through my body as I quickly grab my phone to call Nana and confirm that the girls can sleepover with them tonight. Emma heads upstairs to pack the girls an overnight bag and before we know it, we’re loading them up in the truck and headed to Nana and PawPaw’s.

After a lively drop-off and quick visit with Nana and PawPaw, Emma and I were back in the truck and driving out of their long driveway. 

“I feel like we’re teenagers who just got permission to go out for the night.” Emma joked. 

“That mean I get to cop a feel? I ask as I pull Emma closer to me and run my big hand across her exposed thigh gently dragging her sundress higher.

“Thanks to these pregnancy hormones, you’ll be feeling more than that.” Emma smirks and I groan. Our sex life has always been incredible, but having two toddlers that seemingly always want something, and a very heavily pregnant wife who struggled with morning sickness longer than expected made us slow down a bit. Emma finally got to feeling better and the hormones lately had been keeping her extra needy which I was more than happy to accommodate. 

“Lunch date at Gia’s?” I asked and she nodded enthusiastically. Baby boy had Emma craving pasta all the time so I knew she’d be excited. 

After eating a nice meal, we made our way home and smiled at the rarity of quietness inside our home. Even Mill’s seemed excited about staying with my grandparents for a night of chicken chasing and homemade treats from Nana. The house was all to ourselves and I was ready to get Emma naked and spend the rest of the day in the bed.

I reached for Emma and pulled her into a kiss. 

“I love you, beautiful darlin’.” I told her between kisses. Her swollen tummy had me leaning a little further than I usually do for these types of kisses, and I couldn’t help but lean down and place a soft kiss on her belly too. 

“I love you too, baby.” She replied as she pawed at my abs in an attempt to take off my shirt.

I pulled my shirt over my head and Emma’s nails immediately sunk into my chest hair as she gently scratched up and down my torso.

“Let’s get to our bedroom so I can properly get you naked, Sugar.”

I led her upstairs to our bedroom and took my time undressing her slowly before laying her down on the bed. She has been feeling a bit self-conscious lately as her body stretches and swells to accommodate our growing son, but I do my best to reassure her.

“You’re so pretty, Darlin’. Every bit about you is perfect.”

“Sy, I’m huge. Be truthful.” She sasses.

“No, you’re pregnant and growing my kid. That I put into you. Something about that turns me on even more. Plus, your tits are huge and I can’t wait to sneak a taste of them when your milk comes in again.” I smirk at her devilishly.

“Austin, you are downright depraved.” She giggles as my hands paw all over her body.

“Only for you, Sugar. Now, let me finally make love to my bride without any interruptions.” I say as I plant kisses along her collar bone, sliding down to her belly and then the juncture of her thighs where her perfect pussy is already glistening in anticipation. I rub my calloused hands along her thighs and spread her open for me as I lick a long stripe up her folds. Emma is extra sensitive lately and jumps at the sensation with a loud moan before her hands find the short strands of my hair and grab on. I lick, kiss, and suck on her delicate pearl before sliding two fingers gently inside her and curling them. A few minutes after I began my ministrations, Emma screams her release as she squirts and her fluids coat my chin and forearm. I drink down everything she gives me so I don’t waste a single drop of her honey. I begin to place gentle kisses on her thighs as I work her through her high before I kiss up her body to check on her. I’m greedily tempted to work her to another orgasm, but know that she’s extra sensitive right now and it might be too much for her. I make my way up to her neck and place soft kisses under her ear as she reaches and grabs on to the scruff of my beard.

“Fuck, Austin. That was amazing.” She mewls with her eyes still closed as I place gentle kisses on her eyelids.

“Yeah? Feel good, Sugar?” I ask as she catches her breath.

“The best. Now I need your cock.” Emma almost whispers as her fingertips trail down my abs before wrapping around my raging erection. She squeezes just like I like before running her thumb across my slit to collect the bead of precum that’s already dribbling out in anticipation and I thrust myself further into her grasp with a groan. I watch as Emma removes her hand, spits into her palm before grabbing me again and jerking me. Between deep kisses, I glance down at her delicate little hand working my large member and can’t help but thrust against her. If she keeps going, I’m going to blow my load before I even get inside her warm cunt.

“Darlin’, I need to be inside you.” 

“Fuck me, Austin. Please baby.” I grunt as I manhandle her onto her side, conscious that this may be the best position to keep any pressure off of her growing womb and slide up behind her before lifting her thigh around me. I gently ease the tip of my cock into her warm channel and Emma pushes down against me, sucking my cock inside her wet heat in the best way. When my pelvis is fully seated against her ass cheeks, I groan and Emma arches her back which gives me the perfect angle to her g-spot. I start thrusting slowly as I suck and lick against the spot under Emma’s ear and she wraps an arm around my neck thrusting her fingers into my hair and tugging. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. So wet and tight. Just like the first time I ever fucked you, baby girl.” I grunt against her neck.

“Mmm, Austin! You feel so good inside me. So big and full.” She mumbles as I thrust into her.

“God, we fit together so good. You were made to be mine.” I murmur as I appreciate the tight, wet heat surrounding me.

“Harder, baby.” She moans and I’m so tempted to start jack hammering into her perfect cunt but am worried about hurting her more than my desire to fuck hard.

“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby, Sugar.”  “You won’t, I promise. Fuck me please!” She moans and I can’t help but pound into her a bit harder as she claws down my arm that’s holding across her perfect tits. I have the perfect view to watch them bounce over her shoulder as I fuck her from behind and can’t help but start gently tugging at her nipples which earns me a louder moan from her.

I remove my arm from her breasts before I shove two of my fingers in her mouth. She sucks fervently before I reach down past her tummy and start rubbing them against her swollen clit. She’s so easily stimulated that I have her cumming in a matter of moments. Her tight pussy clenched me so hard that I couldn’t hold back my own orgasm and found myself releasing deep inside her before I had intended too. I stilled my hips and shoved my cock as deep as I possibly could as I finished before collapsing back down onto the sheets, not caring how sweaty we were. Emma and I laid perfectly still basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking as the ceiling fan whirled above us before I slid my softening cock from her body and she whined at the loss.

Emma clumsily rolled over to face me and laid her head against my chest, her fingers combing through my chest hair as my fingertips trailed up against her spine.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked her as we basked in the silence.

“I’m thinking that I want you to fuck me like that again before the night is over… and I want to take a bath with you… and I might also be thinking about the chocolate chip cookie dough in the refrigerator.” Emma replied as I croaked out a hearty laugh at how her thoughts were all over the place.

“Why, what are you thinking?” She asked.

“I was honestly just thinking about how grateful I am for you. I never thought I could have any of this. I was just this broken, shell of a person who went through the motions of everyday life. I swear, I never really thought I’d find love like my grandparents and then I met you. I’ve always been so independent and now, I swear to God, I can’t imagine being away from you for a single day. You completely changed me for the better and gave me so much love and passion. It’s like you woke me up and I started finally living life. Oh, and not to mention our babies. God, I love them so much even when they are being little brats. You and our kids just complete me. I can’t wait to see how our son joins in the mix with our baby girls. I’m just so glad I found you. I’ve never been this happy in my life.” I tell her honestly as I think about how my life has changed in just the past 5 years before I hear her sniffle.

“Sugar?”

“Now I feel like an ass for thinking about eating cookie dough when you were making this big declaration of love.” She sobs as the tears flow down her cheeks and I can’t help but laugh out loud.

“It’s not funny, Austin! That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever heard and you know I feel the same way.” She laugh/cries as I bite my lip to keep from chuckling at the absurdity of her pregnancy hormones. She looks up at me with tears still in her eyes and can’t help but start laughing herself. I finally allow my laughter out and we spend the next few minutes laughing so hard that Emma has to get up and waddle to the bathroom to pee which just makes me laugh even harder.

I head to the bathroom after her and start filling the bathtub and lighting candles before helping Emma step in. I make a quick run downstairs to the kitchen and get us some waters and the entire roll of cookie dough with a spoon before I head back up and present the princess with her snack. 

Her eyes fill with tears of gratefulness that her beloved craving is about to be satisfied which has us laughing all over again as I join her in the tub to what we jokingly still call marinating in our ‘body juice soup.’

Emma rests her back against my chest as she feeds me bites of her dessert and I can’t help but feel more fulfilled than I ever have before. My future now is not some bleak possibility, but filled with excitement and joy. I owe it all to a bit of puppy love that became the love of my life.

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A/N: Y'all, it's finally here! I'm so so sorry that it took me so long to get this written and posted but #lifehappened and I'm a bit of a perfectionist so I wanted it to be right. Thank you all so much for following along on Sy and Emma's love story. Your support and encouragement has lifted me up more than you realize. I'm so grateful to everyone that's followed along! I'm super sad that it's over but there may be a one-shot or two in our future for them! Love you all!

[prettypinkpuddles]

tighnari brainrot omggg

mamma mia! he lives in my head rent free which is a good thing and bad thing bc of the VA situation; i will not have that man’s name on my page

but Nari is just so sassy and pretty and sweet and ahhh

enjoy my brain spilling onto this post ⭐️

he’s a pretty boy and he knows it and he wants you to feel just as if not MORE pretty, he’s putting flower in your hair, doodling your face in his logs, constantly smiling and telling you how pretty you are

he does this… thing. takes your face and holds it to his and presses his nose to yours. doesn’t matter when, if it’s to simply say i love you or calm you or him down he’ll do it

he likes kissing you, your cheekbones, your hands- god tighnari loves your hands.

his ears are sensitive but he loves you playing with them, raking your nails against the fur, brushing them with a brush or just petting them

he’s very particular about his tail and really appreciates when you groom it for him or with him

he likes reading to you, a botany book or a previous log, when you’re about to sleep

NSFW AHEAD

he’s a moaner. he moans so pretty; he loves moaning and whimpering in your ear when he’s fucking you silly

he loves biting you, on your thighs or neck or chest, and it’s never enough to make you bleed but it leaves a mark

he loves holding you, pulling you into him and never wanting to let you go

tighnari loves teasing you, saying lil things like, “you just love it when i do that, huh?” or “you can’t help being such a dirty little thing, can you, darlin’?”

he’s about 6.3 inches and is a perfect width, a pretty pink tip that grows bright and hot with pleasure if you tease him

[thedaughterofadam]

@sams-darlin @kxemii as promised

Warning!: Gaslighting, mentions of drugging, Just Quin being himself. This may suck but please try to enjoy

A/N: I am a Darlin' kinnie, no I will not elaborate by saying I put my heart and soul into them.

Halloweek: Darlin' Edition

Darlin x Quin

When Darlin' was younger they loved Halloween. Scaring Milo and Asher with their costumes running a mock with Sweetheart as they emptied out pillowcases of candy. The year they met Quin, they went to a College Halloween party. Some gross drinks made with candy, the hookups in the hallways too strong cologne and perfume mixing together making Darlin' s nose itch. They had dressed up as a car technician repurposing a Michael costume they used to scare Milo, Quin dressed up as a werewolf opposite of what he was.

Darlin was drawn in by the humour, the way he tucked hair behind their ear to look into their eyes was a plus. Instant butterflies trying to keep up a gaurd that had faltered throughout the night. One of the girls they came with gave them a drink and the night got blurry.

Feeling safe as Quin had his arm around their shoulders to keep them steady. Maybe it should have been a red flag that Quin knew where they lived, or the fact he had snuck the key to their apartment off of their person. But what should have gotten his throat torn out was the bite to theirs.

Quin had a way before they had even started dating to make them feel stupid and small. Making them want one more with simple touches, the way his lips curved to smile was addicting. After that night Halloween just wasn't the same.

Their first Halloween together started off normally, the usual good morning text, in between class planning to hangout. Darlin' had reminded Quin from the middle of September throughout each of their plans that the 31st after classes they had to help make a parade float for the schools Halloween parade. Since their phone was dying they sent him a quick text saying They wouldn't answer for a bit.

Covered in paint, small foam bits in their hair, and their hands sore from having to do writing using their paint brushes all they wanted to do when they got home was sleep. Practically forcing themselves up the last step they noticed the door was open to their apartment and Quin had made himself at home.

His piercing gaze fixed on them as they entered their now trashed apartment was something they never wanted. "So what's his name thrall?"

Darlin' dropped their bag, trying to keep it cool, "I told you I wouldn't be able to answer I-", they were cut off to a vas being thrown past them, Quin getting up from his seat. "You couldn't take a break? Couldn't text me back it takes five seconds!"

Darlin' hated when he yelled, or threw things, it reminded them of their parents. Constantly fighting, pointing fingers but never talking. "Don't yell at me, I told you where I was going to be, what I was doing and that I wouldn't text you till later."

Quin looked down at them in contempt and amusement. "You're right."

Darlin' hated those words coming out of his mouth. Venom would always follow after and it felt like they were right back to being a kid and never being good enough.

"I mean look at you, who else would want you?", Quin grabbed their face, forcing them to look him in the eye as her berated their very being.

"You look like a mess half the time, and the other half like a whore.", he laughed letting go. It did a number on Darlin' the state of their home, the frustration from the float and now Quin's words. They had never wanted to hit or bite or scratch anyone that they loved. But one moment of seeing red can cost us our lives and in Darlin' s case it did.

Darlin's claws grew out of their nails, as they slashed Quin across the eye. His scream could be heard from the neighbors next door. One hospital trip and police visit no charges were brought up thanks to Quin. It was his word over theirs and they would be living with that scar and Quin's never ending guilt trip for years to come. His words from that Halloween forever echoing in their brain.

"Looks like I'm your knight in shining armour, but would that make you my damsel or the monster?"

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

I realized I haven’t like put all of my thoughts regarding Blake’s sexuality and Bmblbe in one location so I am going to do so now. (I am talking about both because one is tied to the other given Blake’s Bisexuality is claimed to be confirmed because it is claimed Bmblbe is confirmed).

One of the very popular “gotcha” moments I see is that Bmblbe and Korrasami have a lot of similar beats in terms of how the pairs acted around each other and Korrasami is confirmed so Bmblbe will definitely be confirmed. 

The big difference however is that Korrasami had Nickelodeon censorships that they had to work around and fight tooth and nail to make them be canon in the end. Bmblbe did not have corporate censorship to fight. They didn’t have to play this game of giving them scenes like blushing and forehead nuzzling without having either character verbally express they like each other to try and show the developing romance while making corporate homophobes happy. RT could have made Bmblbe canon whenever they wanted. They could have given Blake and Yang lines about having a crush on a girl, any girl, they could have had Blake express confusion and admit to liking both Yang and Sun, they could have done all of those things but they chose not to. The issue is that the straight couples get to kiss and say they are going on a date and say “I love you” but the one queer couple with the main characters conveniently...doesn’t. It’s conveniently a “slow burn” it’s conveniently constantly having these moments like the canon game having Yang refer to Blake as like a sister, with having them go dancing with another team with an unresolved question of what is going on between them. It’s all the painful signs of queer coding that we’ve spent decades seeing play out on screen only for nothing to come of it. 

For example, let me jump over to Star Wars Rebels and specifically Kalluzeb. Now this ship is kind of....different. Their screentime together was very limited but fans latched onto what they could get and ran with it. Zeb’s VA Steve Blume also ran with it fueling the shipping with tweets about the pairing and how much he shipped it. Season 4 comes around along with the epilogue that only one of the VA’s knew about. In this epilogue, we see a scene of Kallus and Zeb on a ship together heading to Lira San, a secret world Kallus had no idea existed. We see Zeb leading Kallus out covering his eyes in a way that felt very similar to the library reveal in Beauty and The Beast. We see Zeb wrap an arm around Kallus’s shoulders as the voice over tells us Kallus and Zeb lived together on Lira San and Kallus was accepted as a member of the planet right along Zeb. Their is video footage of Steve crying as he watches this scene unfold as the internet explodes over this with everyone celebrating that Kalluzeb was canon. Even homophobes and haters of Kallus where grumbling and bemoaning them becoming canon because Korrasami set the expectation that moments like this meant the couple was canon. (It should be noted when Korrasami first came out, a lot of people did not see that the ending scene in the final episode confirmed they where canon, the creator himself had to come out and confirm that they where together and they where in fact a couple.)

But then Disney and Filoni (the shows creator) stomped all over the moment. Filoni made a big statement when Steve tried to thank him for making his OTP canon insisting they where in fact not together and that they where just friends. It was a frustrating reminder that no, we could not look at moments like the Korrasami ending as confirmation a couple was together because homophobes will just deny it and rip it away from us at the blink of an eye. Steve, the hero he is, just denies this and continues to post tweets as if they are confirmed but at the end of the day according to canon, they are not. Zines and other fan projects that only do “canon” couples refuse to accept anything Kalluzeb, their is a fear that the new Ahsoka show will make some comment about Kallus or Zeb or both now having a girlfriend and making a point to make sure they are seen as completely and utterly straight.

Bmblbe having similar beats to Korrasami is not proof of them being canon, because other couples that have similar beats to Korrasami have been shot down in the past, in fact RT themselves have done that very same thing with Fair Game. I don’t ship them myself, but watching the show and their scenes together, they share similar beats to what people use to show that Bmblbe is canon, Clover winked at Qrow, Qrow shyly rubbed the back of his neck when Clover complimented him while giving him “bedroom eyes” as CRWBY put it. They have complementary semblances and colors, near the end Qrow even arguably tried to flirt back and gave a fond eyeroll towards him. CRWBY posted Qrow’s boyfriend counter and highlighted scenes read as romantic. A former animator was excited when someone picked up on the fact that Clover winked at Qrow while saying the same line as the waitress we knew Qrow was sexually attracted to. But when Clover died and Qrow screamed in agony and kept his lucky pin as a reminder of him, CRWBY insisted they where not supposed to be seen as romantically interested in each other. They insisted it was just rogue animators that put in those moments. At the end of the day, CRWBY could just turn around and do the same thing to Bmblbe. They could turn around, give Yang a boyfriend, have Blake get with Sun and insist that it was never their intention to have the pair be read as Queer. Their is no moment we can point to in the show that bmblebe has to confirm them as queer that Fair Game did not have as well. The animators shut down Fair Game, what’s to stop them from shutting down Bmblbe? 

Blake should be bi, we should all be able to look at her and say, “Yes this is 100% no questions asked a bi character” but we can’t, not in the world we live in where even today the LGBTQ community is constantly fighting to maintain our rights. A real human person does not need to do anything to expressly confirm their identity yes, but Blake is a fictional character being used to tell a story. She cannot make choices herself, every decision she’s made was one made by the writers. In a world where so many baited characters wound up having nothing come of those tender moments we cannot just take these little moments as “enough” because it isn’t enough. Anyone can deny or backtrack and pretend they are straight. Most people will look at Blake and go “Well yea she has feelings for Yang it’s obvious!” but homophobes and homophobic companies like RT can and will deny and twist the moments in canon and pretend they don’t exist when its more convenient for them for those moments to not exist. 

I want Blake and Yang to get together, I want to see Blake be confirmed bi, but after so many years of being burned, what we have so far is exactly what so many other shows have used to string us along and I want better for fans. We’re in 2023, we should be able to say, “I want better” and not get harassed. 

[mageofthelibrary]

Lucian Escoffier

Overview:

A second year Pomefiore student and the lead playwright for the Film Studies Club. Twisted from the Corset in the Snow White fairytale.

Likes: Snowy days, books, fun with friends

Dislikes: Wet socks, creativity blocks

Favorite foods: Tarte Tatin, Macarons

Hobbies: Writing, Sewing

Special skill: Painting

VA: Jun Fukuyama

Height: 172 cm

Age: 17

Birthday: July 1

Dominant Hand: Right

Class: 2-A No. 18

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Worst Subject: Defense Magic

Personality:

Outwardly, Lucian is cool-headed and very put-together, although he's pretty awkward in a social setting. Upper-classmen know him as a reliable and respectful junior; the type who can be counted on to get the job done without much fuss. Those who are in his year or younger tend to view him as somewhat distant, he doesn't really speak his mind or reveal much about himself. One thing they can all say for certain is that they don't know much about him aside from the obvious. Lucian is a perfect stranger.

Beneath that persona he portrays? He's an anxious mess, to be blunt. Lucian has an inferiority complex a mile wide and is constantly pushing himself to reach an unreachable goal. The seeds of this lacking confidence were always there but over the past several years it has gotten worse.

He just wants his skills and effort to be recognized and praised for once. But hardly anyone seems to notice him, he just seems to fade into the background. This might be due to his own quiet and somewhat aloof persona.

Genuinely, Lucian has always been a gentle and kind boy. Inherently creative and a bit of a dreamer: he could be lost in a storybook, sketching out a new painting, or stitching up one of his toys. His hobbies are as soft as he is.

He still has the same devious streak in him, like any other NRC student. He's just subtle.

Something of a crybaby too. He'd quite easily burst into tears whenever something bad happened. Then his best friend or his grandmother would have to calm him down.

He might try to deny it, but Lucian is still the same soft crybaby he always was.

Bio:

Lucian was born and raised in the Land of Pyroxene. His mom is an accountant and his dad is a tailor. His grandma is the best.

They divorced when Lucian was about 6. He has been living with his mom and grandma ever since. He stays with his dad regularly though and they are pretty close.

After the divorce the three ended up moving to his grandmother's hometown, Harveston, where she still had many friends. Her best friend had a grandson a little younger than Lucian: Epel Felmier.

The two had a bit of a rough start due to their conflicting personalities: Epel was very loud and Lucian very quiet. But they quickly became thick as thieves.

They spent practically every day together until Lucian had to move away again, right before middle school started.

It was during this tumultuous time that his mother's toxicity became clear, which lead to his inferiority complex taking root, despite his grandmother's best efforts.

But Lucian also discovered Vil Schoenheit and his films during this time period. Watching his movies and interviews inspired him and Vil quickly became his idol.

When he went to NRC, Lucian wasn't really sure what dorm would suit him. But he ended up being sorted into Pomefiore, which he was happy about. Vil was there after all.

He ended up joining Film Studies after being dragged there by Rook, who had noticed his artistic talents and kinda pushed him into it.

Before he could join, he had to pass Vil's test. Since Lucian didn't want to be on stage, Vil had him write a script. He may have stayed up very late and gotten little sleep for a few days, but he absolutely nailed it.

It was during his second year when he finally met Epel again. The boys were surprised to see each other but couldn't really talk because of the ceremony getting crashed.

But even though they're reunited, they don't really go back to how they were before.

Relationships:

Vil: Concerned parental figure. He's not sure where to begin addressing Luci's problems with anxiety and self-worth, since he tends to misunderstand Vil's pressuring and the anxiety over trying to be perfect gets worse. Things slowly start improving as Lucian opens up though.

Rook: Has become the closest thing Luci has to an elder brother. He WILL find Lucian and force him to take a break from working to take a nap or take care of himself. Rook also supports him in other ways too. Making sure he has a water bottle during PE, letting him get a secret cheat day when things have been rough for him, and even subtly teaching him better coping mechanisms by dragging him along for a walk in the woods near Pomefiore.

Epel: Oh boy here we go. While these two used to be close, that no longer appears to be the case. Lucian is actually jealous of the fact that Epel is getting all of Vil's attention ever since he came to NRC, but he feels terrible for being jealous since he knows Epel hates that attention. So he either avoids him out of guilt or is overbearing in helping him. Epel was initially relieved to find a familiar face at NRC but quickly realized that his friend wasn't the same as he remembered. He's not really sure how to break the weird tension the two now have and he just wants his friend back.

Trivia:

His grandmother is based on the carved owl motifs in the Snow White movie, his mother is based on the poisonous comb from the original fairytale.

Lucian's childhood nickname is Luci, Epel and his family are the only ones he allows to use it though.

Rook's nickname for him is Chevalier de la Plume, or "Knight of the Pen".

Lucian's dad taught him how to sew very young and it has come in handy whenever a film club costume tears on set.

He actually doesn't need his glasses to see; they're his reading glasses but since he's always reading he isn't often seen without them.

Lucian is pretty attached to the white ribbon in his hair, it's his go-to accessory and he uses it to tie back his hair when he needs to. Epel got it for him as a gift when he started growing his hair out, since it kept getting in his face when they played.

He's the only second year student who hasn't unlocked his Unique Magic yet. A fact he hides as much as possible.

[yeyayeya]

Thoughts on Fire Emblem Engage (so far)

*spoilers*

I have recently gotten to chapter 9? 10? I can’t remember but I’m currently on the battle where Veyle got the Emblem rings and now I don’t have anything (jk I got the DLC so I have the 2 bracelets).

Game is exactly what I expected it to be: gameplay being tons of fun, story basically cliche and nonexistent. The Firene chapters just kinda felt bland and the most exciting chapters were the Brodia ones, which isn’t a lot but I appreciate the effort.

Characters? Also feel bland and a bit one-note, as I don’t really care that much about them, especially the Firene characters. Alfred is definitely falling short but I still use him a lot in battle cause him with Sigurd’s ring is absolutely bonkers. I also thought I would get annoyed with Clanne and Framme, and I wouldn’t be surprised if other people are, but I have officially adopted them. Alear is too pure for the world and too nice but he still be looking kinda silly and I wanna see him go apeshit.

Also, the avatar worship is a bit too much for me. And the wake up dialogues are weird and it kinda makes me cringe and feel weirded out (unless it’s Diamant, because I simp for him). Ngl the one thing that makes me excited is the Emblems, and I have gotten my sons (Roy and Leif) and I could not be any happier.

I fucking knew Morion was going to die right away and I was right and the dialogue between him and his sons made me feel emotional and that’s the only thing they nailed on. I need Ike quickly tho and I can’t wait any longer.

(Classic Fire Emblem with having no parents and dying and being an orphan. It was nice meeting you mom, but M!Alear’s VA fucking went all out and I thought I wouldn’t care but that shit made me tear up)

The Brodia character designs are so fucking good (imo) because they don’t make my eyes hurt and that’s a fucking good sign. They all look so good, especially Diamant and Citrinne.

Also Veyle being evil wasn’t a big surprise but the change in voice sold me on her. Kudos to her VA. And does she have like split personality? Because she genuinely seemed nice and she doesn’t remember meeting Alear. Sombron (think that’s his name?) is possessing her.

I’m actually not nitpicking a lot cause I have someone that I constantly talk to and we watch the same things and we’re just joking and goofing around, so to me that makes it more fun. If I was playing alone, I wouldn’t be enjoying the game as much as I do now.

[milascenta]

August 9th 22:32

I apologise for not posting in a while, I've been dealing with massive migraines for a bout a month or so. But I have found the culprit and have fixed the problem, I'm feeling much better now. I should be able to get back to streaming soon too, with better equipment/quality. I realised too late that my second monitor had been going on 10 years now so it was giving out this high pitched signal, I just thought it was my mild tinnitus. My tinnitus was being compounded on, giving me massive headaches and making me feel just crap all the time, turning off the monitor would even help too, I would have to completely disconnect all the cables for it to stop, which is just inconvenient. I thought I was going crazy for a while just hearing this tone constantly in my room, but thinking it was just my tinnitus. But my tinnitus isn't that bad, just the usual you'd get from listen to live music constantly and working with audio in general. So its calmed down a lot recently too. So I realised it was my second monitor and got rid of it, got a new one (pretty much the same as my main one just smaller, same refresh rate same brand and even same product line, only difference is panel, main is IPS and 2nd is now VA, idk really know the difference lol) so it looks a lot better and I'm really happy with it. It feels just like having one massive monitor, I don't think I would get a wide screen monitor I like having two separate ones, but they feel so similar neither is better, obviously main is a few inches bigger though. During this time though I hadn't felt like doing anything, not going on tumblr just kinda rotting away with my head exploding. I have been doing my Dr appointments though and only have a couple left, I need blood tests and then hear back from the Lung specialist about my echocardiogram (just to make sure my heart is ok after everything) and then its back to the surgeon for talks of surgery to finish everything. Its finally getting there and I can move on with my life. My arm still keeps me up at night and hurts constantly but after surgery it should be good, also I am going to ask if I can keep the piece of my rib they cut out haha, surely they can't say no, its literally me and mine hahaha. I'm going for blood tests tomorrow, hopefully, or at least to be able to get an appointment for it, then off to hematologist then surgeon.

I'm sorry I was gone, I've still been here reading your posts though. The service looked lovely, the bikers showing up was really touching and exactly what I thought would happen, they stick together. The flowers looked beautiful and also your nails. I understand it was hard, It would be weird if it wasn't you know, I understand that it sits heavy with you too, you will get stronger with it. I know there is much else to do now other than process and sometimes that feels worse than having to deal with things because at least there's something to do, but this is finally time for you to process and feel and become you. But I know thats not easy, and thats ok. It reminds me of something someone told me a lil bit ago, "A cut in a tree doesn't prevent it from growing, a cut in a tree doesn't grow larger or shrink, the tree becomes larger though. The tree continues to grow regardless. The tree grows until and you realise that the cut looks smaller in comparison, it isn't smaller, but the tree is larger" and I try and think about that sometimes because its easy to let things consume you, let things grow larger than you and before you realise it. But everyday you're growing, everyday that tree is getting larger and stronger, and in comparison the cut gets smaller and smaller. Don't let bad days turn you off that, and don't forget the good times.

I really hope you have fun in London next week, thats soo awesome you're seeing Joji, I would love to see him one day. Been a fan of him since his FilthyFrank days and legit thought he was so talented as a musician and that he was hiding it under so many layers of irony haha. Now he's like one of the biggest muscians in the world which is crazy.

I'm sorry you're not feeling well, I hope you get better soon, take time to relax and hydrate properly. I look forward to you streaming, even if its just once it will be so fun! Don't put too much pressure on not being able to right now, getting better is more important.

"Now the dark begins to rise, Save your breath its far from over"

[androgynousblackbox]

Things you should know about Oscar, my dog, in no particular order.

1. He is an idiot. I have seen this dog try to run into moving traffic because I accidentally let go of his leash for literally two second.

2. When he was a puppy and took him home for the first time he never cried, like puppies usually do when they miss their family. Not once.

3. He has an overbite wich means he is constantly showing off his front teeth and two prominent fangs, like some kind of caveman.

4. He was born with a hip displacement that makes him walk "funny" and also impedes he walks long distances, but other than that it never stopped him from playing and chase his toys whenever he was in the mood.

5. His fur is so soft. When it's long enough forms natural curls.

6. Freshly out of getting a new cut he looks like a little lamb, his skin pinkish skin.

7. He had a condition that somehow made his skin very irritable, so he could lick his own paws until they would get sore if I wasn't there to tell him "no, te vas a lastimar" and he would listen.

8. He tries to befriend everyone, even when they don't want anything to do with him. The cat of my relative that is staying with us had to be victim of many attempts of Oscar to play chase with him. Likewise, my own cat is not fond of when he tries to smell her from behind, but at least her reaction is just annoyance and not fear.

9. He has never barked at anyone with nothing but playful intent. I can't remember a single time he ever wasn't just happy to see another person, whether he met them for the first time or, again, didn't care about him. Often times I joked he was the worst guard dog possible because he would literally just smell the shoes of a thief and look at him asking if he wanted to play.

10. Somehow he would know it was me at the door before I reached for my keys at the entrance. He would sat in front of the door and stare, where with other people he would bark and look at us being VISITS, VISITS, DID YOU SEE THE VISITS.

11. He has a short tail so when he wags it around he moves his entire body with it, it was the cutest shit ever.

12. He hates having his nails clipped. He would growl at me while I was doing it, even when they were so fucking long that surely it was uncomfortable for him too.

13. He is one fucked up looking poodle and I knew the one they gave me at the place where he gets his hair cut wasn't him because of that.

14. His breath stinks.

15. He is easily fooled when playing. Or maybe he was just playing along as part of the fun.

16. He always tries to jump on female dogs, no matter how fucking big they are compared to him, and wanted to stand up to dogs that could probably eat him as a snack.

17. We tried to put sweaters on him and somehow he always managed to take them off, turning them into his new chew toys until they were torn to shreads soggy with saliva.

18. I don't know how he ate one time a piece of yarn that I had to pull out of his mouth for at least five seconds. I swear that thing had reached his stomach already.

19. When he was younger we had to put him on a leash and tied to a chair, because otherwise he would try to eat the trash despite having a freshly put down bowl of food. You don't want to know the kind of disasters I would find the next morning.

20. When he sleeps he got into the weirders poses ever, with his belly up, neck all twisted and maybe a leg hanging from his bed.

21. Speaking of his bed, he had at least three. They never lasted long because he destroyed them or try to fuck them so many times they weren't worth cleaning up anymore.

22. As most dogs, he would try to eat every bit of food he could that ever touched the floor. Unlike every dog, that meant a brief period of diarrhea for us to clean up.

23. The cutest poses of sleeping were when he would take out his mouth and do a constant bleep.

24. He stinks in general.

[chidoroki]

"hope is the thing with feathers" is actually the title of a poem by emily dickinson!!

I'm aware and it's not the only song from Robin's album that shares this trait either, as "If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking" is also a song that references another poem by Emily Dickinson. First things first:

I'm not too great at dissecting poems, but the way I can connect the poem and song (or the situation it's heard in, at least) is how they both showcase how this feeling of hope is an undying emotion that's capable of enduring whatever kind of troublesome situations people may face up if they choose to embrace it, without asking for much in return. When the song switches up from instrumental to the full rendition during phase three of the Harmonious Choir/Sunday boss fight courtesy of Robin's arrival above the field, she undeniably lends your team a helping hand, not only because she's an iconic and reliable idol, but also joining in an attempt to personally remind Sunday of the dream they once shared and how she'll face any sort of hardships in order to achieve that kind of future alongside him if he regains his right state of mind. On a personal note, this is probably my favorite song from her at the moment. I can not praise Chevy enough for her fantastic vocals as Robin. (and Alice too of course. both ladies deserve the upmost praise for making Robin such a precious and memorable character.)

As for the second song.. ah, it's just a good heartbreak. Despite being another song by Robin, it's safe to say so many of us associate it more with Firefly due to how prominent it was during the rooftop scene where she told us a bit of her past, the Entropy Loss Syndrome she has to deal with and her hopes. After learning more of her backstory from her animated short and myriad celestia trailers, I think it's easier to see how the "I shall not live in vain" line from the poem fits her life. Being created as a weapon, her own life wasn't hers to live from the very beginning and ultimately leads her down a tragic path to the point where her comrades and entire planet is destroyed. The pain persists not only emotionally and mentally but physically too as her engineered body isn't fit for a normal lifespan, only getting to experience that kind of wish in Penacony's dreamscapes, where she "can ease one life the aching." Little fun fact that I heard about was that Analesa (Firefly's EN va) did that entire rooftop scene in just one take and to completely nail it on the first try by drawing in all that emotion due to experiences with their own chronic illness is nothing short of amazing.

I was about to end the post there and toss in a mention of how much I also adore "Had I Not Seen the Sun" and it's probably my second favorite song from Robin, but.. surprise surprise! It is also a reference to yet another poem by Emily Dickinson that I haven't realized until this moment. The song is obviously about herself and Sunday, the different directions they've taken and the "eternal separation" that Elio said (or who we assumed to be him during that one 2.2 cutscene) they're doomed to face. How the siblings current situation reflects the poem itself.. hmm, I wanna say that because Robin was able to see a brighter future for the people and constantly strive to bring happiness into their lives, she was able to be spared from falling into darkness, unlike Sunday who basically became that patch's main villain..? Something like that, I dunno. These poems are so short honestly yet hold so much meaning that I can't fathom at a glance.

(and not that it matters but since this was asked on this blog related to anime, I have a hunch that Robin made a deal with Jade to save Sunday's life, which is obvious enough due to the 2.3 ending cutscene sure, but I believe the price our idol paid was that the siblings could no longer see each other again. The situation itself reminded me very much of The Promised Neverland and the result of the new promise Emma made with the demon god; how all the cattle children could live and cross over to the human world but she alone could never join them, therefore being separated from them and losing her memory. I mean, being separated is bad enough, but if Jade is able to take Robin's memories of Sunday too.. oh boy. I'd hope not but it could be the reason why Robin referred to Sunday as the former Head of the Oak Family instead of by name or calling him her brother during the 2.3 story.)

[kikixreverie]

Hi- may I ask for an angst-mix with Bucky x reader: she had her share of abusive/toxic relationships in her past, but it was nothing she spoke of, and not now when she had James. It wasnt like she thought she was gonna be triggered again, not by him, any other guy- buy not her Bucky! Some tiny bickering evolved to a large dispute, and before she knew what was happening, she shied away from him, making herself small, awaiting the blow - that never came... And instead she was overcome by shame...

Pasts and Apologies

Bucky x Fem!reader

Word count - 3k

Warnings - Mentions of domestic abuse from ex, some descriptions of abuse, angst, trauma

A/n - Okay I definitely went hard on the angst for this one. I kinda just went off on one so not so much bickering and more just a full blown argument but I've been feeling kinda angsty lately so I kinda accidentally made this darker than I expected. Please read the warnings and do not read if you think this could trigger you.

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Love had not been kind to you before Bucky. Every decent memory of your ex was clouded with uncertainty, you would walk on eggshells around him, terrified that saying the wrong thing would set him off and you'd be calling Sam again, sobbing down the phone, cradling another bruise at the hands of your 'partner'.

You were together for years, devoted to and unconditionally in love with the man that you had met in high school. Childhood sweethearts.

He always was quick to anger and he wasn't shy about that. He never had any issues with shouting at you when you pissed him off, just as he never had issues with shouting at his mother or younger brother, but at the time, you had always stood up for yourself and defended the poor woman, making him apologise, and he let you, he always let you clean up his messes.

The first few years were spent in ignorant bliss, you constantly ignored the fear that would creep up your spine when he got angry, but you could manage a screaming match or two, you could manage it all because you loved him, you depended on him despite that he wasn't at all dependable.

The arguments were tough, but you never expected it to go further than that, but eventually, it did.

The first time he was physically aggressive was on his 22nd birthday. He had insisted that he spend his birthday with his friends, calling it a guys night, and you were fine with that, you knew how handsy he got when he was with his friends anyway, so you spent the day with him instead, making sure to keep him happy and spoilt rotten.

As the night crept on, you had tried to wait up for him to return, just as he had asked, but as it passed 3am you decided that he wouldn't mind you going to bed since you had work the next day, so you crawled into bed and fell asleep, a mistake, at the time, you didn't know you had made.

When he returned half an hour later to see you unconscious, he woke you up with his shouting, angry that you hadn't stayed up for him, convinced that you were ruining his night on purpose. The loud awakening was enough alone to trigger your fight or flight but when he threw the duvet off you and grabbed your ankle so tightly you knew a bruise would form, you were terrified. He dragged you off the bed and pushed you towards the door, telling you to fuck off, and you did, tears streaming down your face as you laid awake on the couch till morning.

It only got worse from there, when he realised that he could hurt you and get away with it, it became his favourite past time, he'd look for reasons to shout at you, make you do things that would piss him off just so he'd have a reason to be cruel.

When Sam started noticing dark bruises on your skin, he was livid, and despite how often you'd try to convince him that it's just clumsiness, Sam knew better.

There were rare days that you would have long conversations with Sam, you'd talk about how you'd lost all your friends and distanced yourself from your family but you didn't blame your abuser, you blamed only yourself, and Sam would beg you to leave him but you'd be sobbing in his arms, telling him that you still loved the man who hurt you, that he didn't really mean to hurt you and you'd feel even more guilt if you ever got him in trouble for it.

It was a long and hard journey, but the moment you told Sam that you wanted out, he was there for you, offering you to stay at his place and helping you call the cops. He gave you all the resources he could possibly find through the VA and set you up with an amazing therapist and eventually you were living in your own place, talking to old friends again, and filing a restraining order against your ex.

It was nearly two years later when you met him. Introduced through Sam, you met the love of your life on a Sunday. He was quiet and focused, with hard eyes scanning the room, looking for escape routes, analysing people's faces.

You smiled gently at him when you met, opting for a small nod in greeting instead of a handshake. You stayed near him for the remainder of the gathering, not pressuring him to speak to you, just sitting in silence. You were drawn to him, his behaviour was so similar to yours.

You knew what it felt like to want to just blend into the corner, to stay unnoticed, you understood the need to know how to escape a room, and you saw the way he hesitantly returned your smile and then struggled to chase his smile away once you had sat down beside him.

You and Bucky soon became each other's rocks, always there for the other on the hard days, days that you would spend just walking or reading together in calm silence. There was no doubt that the two of you loved each other, and after months and months of trying to hide longing glances and blushing cheeks, you finally confessed to each other, and the rest was history. You trusted him like you had never trusted anyone before.

As your relationship progressed, Bucky started to notice some strange things in your behaviour, how you'd always ask his permission for you to go out with friends, how you were always quick to apologise in any situation and distanced yourself from him when he was the slightest bit irritated.

He had tried to ask you about it, but you always changed the subject as soon as it was mentioned, ensuring him that it was nothing to worry about.

To tell the truth, you were embarrassed, you were ashamed that your ex still had this effect on you, and no matter how many times you told yourself that he would never, that your Bucky would never, your brain refused to allow you to believe it and you continued with the odd behaviour that you used as a defence mechanism when in the abusive relationship.

You never spoke out of line, you never asked him where or who he was going out with, and you never let small bickering escalate.

It was only after you had overheard Sam and Bucky in a heated conversation, Sam scolding Buck for being reckless and stupid during a mission, that you had your first argument with him.

You had called Sam while Bucky was at the store, convincing him to tell you what had happened and after a few minutes of guilt-tripping, Sam finally confessed that Bucky had practically ran into open fire, endangering himself in an attempt to shut down a Hydra base, it could've very easily been fatal, and it wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

You knew it was wrong, you knew you should've just asked Bucky about it, but you couldn't help yourself, and you knew that Bucky would've downplayed the whole situation.

When he returned home you were pacing up and down in the living room, chewing the inside of your cheeks and your nails to pieces because you could've lost him, Bucky could've died and he was acting as if it were nothing.

"Doll?" You could hear the worry in his voice as he placed the shopping bags on the kitchen counter and walked over to you, standing in front of you to stop your movement, pulling your hand from your mouth and kissing your knuckles.

It was supposed to calm you, and it almost did, but as his soft lips grazed your hand, and his eyes met yours, your mind kept wandering to the fact that he could've died.

This moment could've never happened, instead, you'd have Sam or Steve at your door, trying to deliver the news of their best friend's death, your lover.

"Honey speak to me" He looked utterly confused, but the look only made you feel angry.

How could he be so reckless?

"I just got off the phone with Sam."

He froze, eyebrows furrowing and taking a step away from you, waiting for you to explain.

Your gaze didn't move from the floor, trying to even out the anger and worry rushing through you, settling like a heavy rock in your stomach.

"He told me about the missions, about how you've been acting."

"What do you mean, how I've been acting?" He scoffed, sounding offended, and you sighed.

"How reckless you've been acting. Sam said that Tony's considering pulling you out of missions! How many times have you endangered yourself like this? How many times is it gonna take for you to realise that you could fucking die out there, James."

Your voice was stern, and the tone felt foreign against your tongue. Bucky's kept his face hard, refusing to show any emotion, but you could see the way his jaw clenched harshly, eyes glued to the corner of the room, ignoring your fiery glare.

"Were you ever going to tell me? I thought that all the injuries you got were fairly normal for the jobs you do, but when I hear that you run into open fire, that you make decisions on your own before talking to your team, that you've gotten fucking stabbed in the past, and you never told me, how do you expect me to react?"

He sighed heavily through his nose, jaw ticking in annoyance towards his friend, angry that he had told you even though it wasn't his place.

"I told him not to tell you." His voice was gruff, the words spoken harshly under his breath and you felt your anger flair again.

"What and you think that's okay?!"

His gaze shot to yours, looking at you incredulously.

"Bucky we're partners! You're supposed to tell me this shit, you're supposed to tell me when you've nearly died on a mission, you're supposed to trust me."

"You think I don't trust you?!" His voice was slightly raised and you felt your annoyance spike, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry."

"Of course I'm gonna worry, James. This is a big deal, I can't believe you've been getting seriously injured and not telling me."

"Well, I don't think it's that big of a deal, Sam shouldn't have fucking told you. This wouldn't be happening if he had just kept his mouth shut, but no! Of course not!" Bucky's eyebrows were drawn in tight with annoyance, wishing you'd just drop the subject, "I'm not stupid, I know what I'm doing."

"What the hell do you mean 'You know what you're doing?' You know that you're not supposed to endanger yourself to complete a mission, yet you do it anyway. I'm glad Sam told me because otherwise, I doubt I'd ever find out!."

"I don't see how what I do on missions is anything to do with you. Sam is exaggerating. I'm fine!"

As Bucky's voice raised, you started to lose focus, flashbacks of your past echoing in your mind and in his annoyance, Bucky didn't notice the way your eyes had gone distant, losing sight of the man in front of you, the man you loved, and forming the image of the man you still see in nightmares, the man you're so terrified of seeing in the street that you haven't stepped foot in Queens since leaving him.

You could almost feel the sting of his palm against your cheek, the burn of his hand, tight around your wrist, and you tried to remind yourself that it wasn't real. It had been months since you'd had an episode, and your steps to control them were hard to find with the false image of your abuser so clear in front of you.

"Are you even listening to me?" The statement dragged you back to reality and you felt yourself calm when your eyes focused in on Bucky, reminding yourself that your ex wasn't here, that Bucky wasn't like that, he would never, but as he raised his arm to push his hair out of his face, everything flew out the window and in the moment, you were 21 again and you were sure he was going to hit you, your exes face flashing behind your eyes again.

You flinched, a gasp falling from your lips as your eyes squeezed shut and your head ducked down, breathing heavily through your nose as you awaited the hit.

Time slowed.

Bucky froze completely, his eyes wide and frantic as he quickly stumbled away from you, shaking his head as self-hatred ran through his veins, disgusted at himself for making you think even in the slightest, that he would ever hurt you.

"Doll?" He sounded absolutely broken.

Your head shot up, panic flooding through you when you realised what you had done and pain replacing the feeling when you saw the agony on Bucky's face.

"Y/n, I- I would never-" He kept his voice at a pained whisper, not wanting to scare you further as he stayed at a distance.

You collapsed to the floor, sitting on your knees as the weight of the situation pulled you down. Your hands raised to cover your mouth as a sob threatened to tear through you, so fucking ashamed of what had just happened, so fucking ashamed that your ex had done this to you, and you had let him for so long, ashamed that he still haunted you.

"Babydoll I-" He struggled to find the words, terrified that he had just lost you, wanting to reach out and hold you but scared shitless of hurting you more than he already had, "I don't know what- I'm so fucking sorry y/n, I can't- I can't even fathom the thought of-"

His voice trailed off, unable to even say the words and you felt your guilt tenfold.

"N-No Bucky, I'm sorry I thought-" You struggled to speak through your crying, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you rocked yourself gently in an attempt to self-soothe.

"Why are you apologising honey? This is on me, this is-"

"No, it isn't, I promise Buck this isn't you, it's.." You couldn't get the words out, you couldn't tell him, "Just come here, please."

You wanted him to wrap his arms around you, you needed him to know that it wasn't him, you know the way his mind works and you knew that by now he would already be drowning in guilt and self-hatred.

"I don't think that I should. I don't want to hurt you, I can't- I can't hurt you" You smiled at him gently through your tears and your chin wobbled as you saw the tears running down his cheeks too.

"It's okay. I'm okay Bucky, I just- I-I need you over here, I need you - I need you to touch me. I need you."

He was over in an instant, falling to the floor beside you and letting out a huge sigh of relief when you instantly wrapped yourself around him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and crawling into his lap, needing to be as close to him as possible, to rid the memories of the pain, to remind yourself that his touch is good, his touch is safe.

Arms enveloped you and he held you as tight as possible, the both of you crying.

After the two of you had calmed down and a comfortable silence enveloped you, Bucky knew he would have to break it.

"Why did you think that I would hit you?" He asked, his voice tentative and gentle and you sighed, knowing that it was time for you to tell him.

"I didn't, I don't, I promise."

You lifted your head from his shoulder but still stayed on his lap, instead, resting your forehead against his.

"Then why-?"

"I thought I was better, I-I thought it was all over but I just- I lost myself again. Everything got all foggy and I lost where I was and I just, I thought I was there but-" The floodgates opened again and you knew that Bucky had no clue what you were talking about but the words just kept coming.

Bucky's eyebrows were furrowed tightly and when your vague, confusing explanation only made his worry grow, he felt himself pulling you even tighter against him.

"Doll, Did someone hurt you? Is that why you're always walking on eggshells around me? Is that what the nightmares are about?" He struggled against the words, not wanting to say them because he didn't want to believe them and he watched in agony as you swallowed hard and nodded slowly, your hands coming to rest on the back of his neck as you continued to hold your forehead against his.

He refused to let his anger show, he wouldn't do that to you, especially with you so fragile, but he couldn't hide the pained shaky breath he let out at your confession, "Fuck, I'm so sorry. God, I'm so sorry that that happened to you. Was it your ex? Did he hurt you?"

You nodded again, doing your breathing exercises, and calming yourself so that you could explain your situation fully to your partner.

"I should've told you, I know, I just, I'm so angry that I'm still like this, I just wish it would all go away and I could forget about what he did. I thought I was better. I can't stand that I'm still so haunted by that asshole" Bucky nodded along as you spoke, brushing his fingers up and down your back to help calm you.

"It's okay, Doll. Things like that don't just go away. Believe me, I wish they did too, but things will get better, I promise you that. Thank you for telling me."

You scoffed in self-deprecation, "I should've told you ages ago."

"That doesn't matter, you've told me now, and I'm sure it wasn't easy, so thank you for sharing" His voice was so gentle, his hands caressing your back almost making you feel sleepy.

"And Buck?" He hummed in response, letting you know that he was listening, "About the mission thing, I'm just worried about you. I can't lose you, I need you, and I need you alive."

A gentle smile lifted his frown and he nodded in understanding, feeling bad for getting mad in the first place, and you leaned back, looking down at him, your hands playing with his hair.

"I know. I'm sorry for being an idiot, It's just so hard to look at them and remember what they did to me and know what they've done to so many innocent people and I just lose it, all rationality out the window" You nodded at him, understanding how painful some of the missions must be.

"I'm sorry I got so upset with you, and I'm sorry I went to Sam instead of talking to you. Don't be mad at him, I kinda forced him to tell me" You gave him a sheepish look and he breathed out a small laugh, his nose crinkling like you always loved.

"It's okay doll, I'm sorry for being so careless and hiding the stuff about the missions, I promise I'll be more careful, I gotta make sure I always come home to my sweet girl. And don't worry about Sam, you deserved to know and I know what you're like."

You tutted at him and he smiled in response, the adorable, loving look on his face making you pull him into the sweetest, softest kiss which he instantly returned.

After sitting together in each others embrace for a while, the yawns eventually started. You were both positively exhausted from all the emotions you had both just experienced so Bucky wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you both from the floor, discarding the groceries still left in bags in the kitchen and carrying you to bed, holding you as close as physically possible as you both drifted off to sleep.

[angry-geese]

505

bruno bucciarati x reader

warnings: nsfw. 18+ Tender sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (fem recieving). some fluff. fem!reader

notes: more bruno/abba survives au. this takes place post the events of VA

You're not really sure how this became your job.

Don Giovanna sent him on some job he could tell you little about.

Over the past few weeks, you had basically become the gang's secretary. Your own injuries had kept you out of the field, which you found yourself eager to get back into. Bruno didn't want you pushing yourself too hard, and someone had to stay back to make sure the others didn't burn the place down.

This was the longest he's ever been away from home. What was supposed to be a one week trip soon turned into a month. Everything that could have gone wrong, did. Your phone calls were growing shorter, and less frequent. On the other end he often sounded tired, and had little to talk about. While there was no ill will between the two of you before he left, the distance was putting a strain on things.

Somewhere outside a car door shuts. The sound is muffled by the thick walls, and the clock that ticks a bit too loud. You've reread the report about a dozen times. It's nothing of note, just a mission brief from Mista, but you can't seem to focus on it. Bruno was supposed to call you an hour ago. Even if this isn't his fault, you can't help but be a bit angry with him. This wasn't what you signed up for. You wanted a partner that would be around, not constantly running errands for the don.

You don't hear the door to his office open.

"I've missed you, amore," Bruno's arms wrap around you from behind, "I'm sorry I was gone so long."

He pulls you up into a kiss- just a quick peck on your lips, then the tip of your nose, then your forehead. You rest your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, your body caged in his strong arms. The scent of his cologne mingles with something metallic. He smooths his hand over your hair, pulling you in close. You pull him back down for another kiss, half drunk off the feeling of being so close to him. Maybe you missed him more than you thought. He looks at you with such adoration that you want to melt. Affection swells in your chest, your heart racing.

Bruno presses a kiss to your neck, gently nipping at the soft flesh. You wrap your arms around him, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Although you can't see his face, you feel his lips curl into a smile. His hands find your waist, working lower and lower. The movement is so slow that you hardly notice when he's at your thighs, tugging them apart. It's not long after you feel something hard pressing against your hip.

"Bruno!" It's hard to sound serious when you're giggling. His presence makes you feel giddy. "We can't do that in here."

Can't isn't really the right word for it. The two of you have fucked in his office before, but not with so many people at the hideout. If he hadn't planned on taking his time with you, he'd fuck you over the desk now.

He pulls away for only a moment. "You don't want the others to hear, do you?"

You shake your head.

"Good girl," his voice sends heat straight to your core. Unconsciously you rub your thighs together, desperate for any bit of friction.

You should be glad the door to his office locks.

Bruno hauls you into his arms, sitting you down on his desk so you're facing him. Gently, he shoves your thighs apart, giving him room to settle between them. His hands work to undo the buttons of your blouse before you get impatient and pull the thing over your head. Through the thin padding of your bra, he kneads the soft flesh of your breasts. He trails kisses down your neck, sucking a dark mark into your pulse point. His erection strains against his pants, painfully hard, leaking precum against his thigh. Although he's normally a patient man, today is challenging that.

There's not much privacy at the hideout. Under any other circumstance, you'd be embarrassed at how quick he can turn you to putty. His touch is far too distracting to let you think about anything but him. Bruno has a way of making you melt. At times its truly frightening- he knew all the different ways of pushing your buttons.

He pushes up the fabric of your skirt, humming in amusement when he realizes you have nothing on underneath. He's hardly touched you and you're already wet. His fingers trace across your soft skin, reveling in its warmth. Bruno moves so he's kneeling between your legs, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh. There's a dark look in his eyes. He licks a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound, glancing up to see your desperate expression. Your face is flushed, eyes half open, lips bitten pink. A heat pools low in your stomach, only amplified by his skilled touch.

"Bruno please..." You whine.

"Please what?" He rests his head on your thigh. His hair tickles.

"Fuck me-"

He laughs, the noise coming from low in his chest. Bruno presses a kiss to the flesh just above your clit, before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sudden action makes you jump. He hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards him. He eats pussy like a man starved. Latching onto the bundle of nerves, he swirls his tongue around it. Your hands bury in his hair, tugging gently. Each little gasp and moan you make spurs him on more. You're trying to be quiet, but he wants the others to hear how good he makes you feel.

His long fingers press at your entrance- just one at first. You're so wet already he's not worried about hurting you, but he does give you a moment to get used to him. He adds a second, curling his fingers, stroking at your sweet spot. A particularly loud moan makes you clamp a hand over your mouth. In his hands, he can feel your legs shake. You're getting a bit more disheveled, and closer to your orgasm. The heat that pooled in your stomach soon turns scorching in intensity. Your legs tighten around his head, making him groan. The only noises aside from your own moans are the sounds of a man very content with what he's doing. He could die happy, trapped between your thighs. He'd spend hours doing this if you'd let him. Usually you do.

One final swirl of his tongue sends you over the edge. You cry out as you cum, clamping your thighs around his head. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue until the overstimulation becomes too much and you cry out. Bruno pulls away, the lower half of his face wet with your slick, his hair a complete mess.

You palm him through his pants. He wastes no time in freeing his cock, giving himself a few pumps before lining up with your entrance. It takes everything in him to not moan out your name. You're already so wet that he slides right in. It doesn't matter if this is the first time he's done this, or his hundredth. You always turned him into a moaning mess. His fingers dig into your hips- not hard enough to leave bruises, but his nails leave little indents in your skin. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him flush to your chest. Maybe he was a bit more pent up than he thought.

His thrusts start out shallow. Part of it is him looking for any signs of discomfort from you. Your eyes are half lidded, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. He smooths a hand over your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Harder," you rake your nails across his back, "you're not going to break me."

"I'm just taking my time, amore." He says, although he does pick up the pace a bit.

Your collective moans mix with the lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin. He hits all the sweets spots you didn't even know you had. Before him, you had never cum from just penetration alone. At this angle, he hits deep. His hand that isn't grabbing your thigh finds its way into your hair, pulling your face to his. He pulls you into a kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip until you let him in, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth. His thrusts grow sloppier as he nears his own orgasm- which he's getting to faster than he'd like to admit. You're not very far behind, your stomach tightening when he strokes a particularly sensitive spot. By now, you've long since stopped trying to be quiet. It's not the first time this has happened- and certainly won't be the last. Bruno grunts when you clench around him, so close to your own release.

Your orgasm rolls over you like a wave, leaving you sleepy and sated. He holds your shaky form against him as he gives a few more thrusts, cumming inside. He stays there for a bit while the two of you calm down, his chest heaving. Your skin is tacky with sweat. Cum drips onto the table when he pulls out, staining the fabric of your skirt. Weakly, he presses a kiss to your forehead, mumbling a "I love you". you card your hands through his soft hair, saying it back.

Hopefully the don wouldn't mind his reports being a little bit late.

[seventeenlovesthree]

So I’ve been buying the German dub of the fourth Tri movie “Soushitsou/Loss” on Amazon Prime, because, as much as watching this movie’s pacing pains me, I still wanted and needed to know how the voice actors have dealt with certain scenes. The absolute majority of the cast of the OG returned, which dubbed Adventure 01 back then in the year 2000... So I was partly in heaven and partly suffering from a lot of cringe, because while I could tell that the actors had been doing their best to deal with what was given to them, some scenes were just... Too ooc in comparison, so it just felt off at times. Especially because there have been a lot of weird directing choices in terms of how some names were pronounced or how high/low pitched the (Digimon) voices were...

However, me ranting about the voice acting choices isn’t the main reason why I decided to make this post; I’ve been riding the “Taichi Yagami is soft and he’s especially soft for very certain people” wave recently and upon watching the German dub of this movie... I definitely felt validated in this. Because Florian Knorn feels more like “Taichi” to me than Natsuki Hanae does throughout a LOT of scenes. Don’t get me wrong, the latter is doing an amazing job, but my nostalgia goggles and the fact that they gave him a few very soft(er) lines in German really did it for me. Florian Knorn didn’t do a lot of voice acting in his career - but he always nailed Taichi, even if you could tell during the first Tri movie that he was preeeeeetty rusty.

Anyhow, let’s take a look at the purpose of this post - first of all, I tried to capture the essence of every “significant” Taichi relationship interaction/implication within this movie. The premise is still that he’s getting most invested when it comes to four characters: Hikari, Yamato, Sora and Koushirou - and that also goes the other way round for those four when it comes to Taichi.

The first scene here is him getting - once again - depressed about Yamato “somewhat” opposing him. Jyou is trying to comfort him - which doesn’t even seem to faze him at all. Again, don’t get me wrong, Taijyou is - potentially - a great relationship, but the point here is that Jyou can’t reach Taichi in the same way the others do. 

The part with Hikari is basically self-explanatory - the Yagami siblings are pretty much always worried about each other and would go to hell and back to rescue the other. Hikari is the most precious to him, so just looking at his expression here upon finding her well after waking up is beyond endearing - as is the fact that he has to share his affections with Plotmon here. 

From a shipping perspective, the other three are very interesting cases. As mentioned, Taichi is pretty affected by Yamato’s demeanour towards him - and Yamato, on the other hand, keeps switching between extremes when it comes to Taichi. Either they’re teaming up (mainly to cheer up/save Sora) or they’re on opposing ends, with Yamato usually getting defensive over whether he actually “likes” Taichi or not. Granted, it does feel a bit like a one-sided crush here, since Yamato just seems to hold back a lot of emotions all the time - and is framed to be the one who constantly wants/needs to “save/protect” Taichi. Robin Kahnmeyer, just like Florian Knorn, knows EXACTLY how to convey this - which doesn’t surprise me, because he ALSO always nailed Yamato and is an absolute staple of the German VA industry, so I can’t wait to watch the German dub of Kizuna very soon.

The way Taiora is portrayed in German, in my opinion, differs from how it sounds like in Japanese/through the subtitles. I do believe that their actors used to be among those that thought that they would end up together, so when you listen to their performances throughout 01 and especially The Digimon Movie... I’m not surprised that the German version makes Taichi sound particularly gentle towards Sora. (With Sora herself, it’s not as blatant, but her actress, while obviously sounding older than she did back then, still puts all her emotions into this and it hurts. In a good way.)

Instead of - rather casually - asking “C’mon, what’s wrong?”, he goes “Shoot, what torments you so much?” in a very soft tone. Previously, Yamato facepalmed and both him and Sora keep saying how insensitive Taichi is - but honestly, is he insensitive here? He genuinely wants to know what’s wrong and he even explains how he perceives it all later on!

Instead of - rather casually - saying “Well, maybe that’s the good part about you though” (which sounds pretty disregarding in my opinion, but that’s probably hormonal teenagers for you), he says “If you look at it like that, it shows what great traits you have.” Still not perfect, mind you, but it sounds way more appreciative. It reminds me a lot of how Knorn portrayed their interactions in 01 with the “If we would have found your crest first, you wouldn’t have hesitated to help us as well”, which was complete softness overload. He values Sora so damn highly and you can tell.

When it comes to Koushirou, it’s quite a mixed bag. Both Hanae and Knorn are very soft towards him in the only Taishirou-esque scene in the entire movie that moment and I’m still cringing over the fact that the dub decided not to pronounce “Izzy” the way the old German dub did (”Issy” with a sharper s), but how the English version would (with a very soft s, it sounds so off). However... I do like both word choices here. It’s basically the same, just differently worded: “Don’t push yourself too much” vs. “Don’t put so much pressure on yourself” and it’s just... Just like with Sora previously, the fact that he noticed that something was up, that he was not being okay, just like Sora wasn’t okay... Shows me once again that Taichi Yagami is indeed a very perceptive character. 

Yes, he can be a nut, but when it comes to the people who matter to him, he cares so incredibly much and would do anything to make them feel better. And I maintain that, while Hanae definitely got that about him while voicing him throughout Tri and Kizuna - I am happy that Knorn never forgot this about him, even after all these years.

[onceuponalegendbg]

I didn’t trust Kiki but, like Luz, I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. And of course I was right. Kiki couldn’t be trusted.

Not because she was lying about wanting to see her family, but because her ambition got the better of her. Because, like Hunter and S1 Lilith, Belos has her basically brainwashed into wanting his approval. Into wanting to be useful to the Empire. So the promise of a promotion? Of course that would be Kiki’s undoing.

Kiki’s VA is also just constantly having a good time, good for her.

“…What do I get?” “You get to live.” Like, whoa. That line was savage. Whoever voices Terra (Tara?) really just nailed that one.

The Raine and Eda confrontation hurt my heart. I just want them to be okay, to remember. I can’t wait to get more from them.

Also, Willow lifts? I never thought we’d get to see it but I remember Dana mentioning it in an AMA at one point. Buff Plant Girl.

The scene with her and Amity was really great too. I’m glad we’re getting these scenes, and that we’re showing there’s still a lot of rebuilding to be done, even if Willow is willing to hang. There’s a lot of complicated feelings there, no doubt.

[yoshkeii]

Tendou Satori hcs!

࿐ character: Tendou Satori

࿐ genre: sfw, nsfw

࿐ requested by: a lovely supportive friend <3

⌦ sfw first, nsfw last

⌦ Nsfw includes, top-switch?tendou, bottom!reader. Continue at your own risk.

A/N: this is my last hcs that I’ll be posting so I’m finally open for requests! i migth post about it soon so i can get requests for all da fandoms im accepting i dunno. if you wanna check out the fandoms, just check my masterlist!

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★彡 He would most likely own sweaters and hoodies, which are usually oversized compared to you. He finds it extremely adorable and cute when you wear them, the sleeves are a big play in it. Cause you could just aimlessly wave them around ahsjsha-

★彡 Probably would own a stash of candy or sweets somewhere in your home. if you found it and tried to take it away he might throw a little fit or pout at you,,  but honestly he would still get more candy/sweets in secret (lil sweet tooth demon) If you asked for some, maybe, maybe, he'll share candy with you. Maybe feed it to you~

★彡 Maybe bilingual?? like his sub va speaks fairly good English from what I’ve seen,, so why not! He would use it to tease you with since you may/may not know a lot of English (depending if you lived in Japan etc.) Big flex about it and likes to show it off of course

★彡 He secretly loves to hold hands with you, just seeing the size comparison fascinates him. He might softly kiss the back of your hand knowing how much it flusters you, he laughs when it does-

★彡 Tendou would hug you from behind out of nowhere! Most likely trying to mess with you and loudly saying "Khai-chan/kun~!!" He will do this almost anywhere- usually when you are over at the gym watching him practice.

★彡 Since Ushijima and him are close friends, I bet you and Ushijima are rather close. Speaking of Ushijima and the team, Tendou would talk about you constantly when around his team. He loves you that much.

★彡 He would dance with you randomly in the kitchen, living room, or any of your bedrooms and music plays in the background. This can range from classical slow music to like "Happy" by Pharrell William type music haha- He'll try to dip and twirl you, staring at your soft smile and hearing your laughs make him extremely happy.

★彡 When Tendou sees you upset or down at the slightest, he will try his all out best to cheer you up! And it usually works showing how upbeat and positive he can be, since he has been bullied as a kid, he knows how negative feelings can get. He will even take time to go to the convenience store in secret to grab your favorite snacks and drinks, and maybe a comfort movie if he's able too! Once he get back home to you, he'll cuddle the fuck out of you, giving you kisses all over your face, arms, hands, anywhere. Tendou just wants you to feel safe and loved.

★彡 Tendou's ideal dates are usually at carnivals and fairs. He LOVES to go on the rollercoasters n rides especially with you, but if you can't handle extreme ones like he can, he won't hesitate to avoid them just for you. His love language seems to be more the quality time and words of affirmation to me! So going to events like these always make his day and seeing you smile n laugh with him as you both wander the carnival. He would always, ALWAYS get you at least one stuffed animal or a prize from the games. Usually its the medium and small sizes. Don't forget about the Ferris Wheel too~

★彡 Speaking of carnivals, he would just tell you to wait at a small bench as he rushes off to order some specialized sweets that are exclusive to the fairs or carnivals. Tendou will take a bite out of yours first as you hold it to make you flustered or blush. A sly smile on his as he does so afterwards shows proof he did it on purpose.

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★彡 Honestly, seeing how Tendou in general is a curious type of guy. I don't doubt he's not experienced, maybe not from doing it, but from deep-diving the internet about... those things. Ranging from kinks to maybe even toys. You never know. This guy could hold some scary surprises.

★彡 Speaking of kinks, (yeah i know- weird to jump on.) he's probably into a few even if he may know a lot of them exist. Praise kink, maybe some overstimulation might be something of his. Don't see him as the 'daddy' type but I don't doubt he would love to hear you say that, try adding 'sir' to that. Ooooo, bondage would be another, since I believe Shinbari? is the special tying of bondage in Japanese. So I HELLA don't doubt this man hasn't researched about it. Body worship is a to go.

★彡 Aftercare? Hmm.. He's surprisingly good and prioritizes it. He likes to make sure you are fine after doing it. He'll make sure you are all cleaned up with a nice warm bath at least! If he's not drained from going at it, he would double check on you and ask "Hey, Khai? Do you need anything else?" If you guys don't it would end up in nice cuddles. Tendou just nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and giving you the sweetest of kisses~

★彡 Tendou probably has a few habits in bed. Like hair pulling (which he hella enjoys, like damn,, have you seen this man with his hair down like-), maybe scratches or nail marks from his hands when he holds you down, add some tiny nibbles or bite marks, holding your hands in whatever position (he likes dem hands)

★彡 Volume? He's not that loud nor that quiet, he's inbetween but it can range on how much he is currently into it. He will occasionally growl, grunt and moan into your ear at least which he knows edges you. When he does do that near your ears, he will bite the end/tip of it too.

★彡 Piercings-? I don't really see Tendou having piercings. Maybe one on his tongue at least, which he will most likely use it to please you instead generally.

★彡 Kisses is all he really wants. Even if its simplistic pecks n kisses to passionate make-outs while doing it. Doesn't matter to him, he loves it. And let alone, he's actually an amazing kisser. Maybe he was a little sloppy at the first kiss, but practice makes perfect for our Guess Monster~

★彡 Intimacy? He may not be a very romantic type person but he will make sure at all cost you are comfortable and feel safe.

★彡 Tendou's stamina is scary as hell. Like after you guys go one or two rounds in a row, give him maybe 2-3 minutes and a drink of water. He's rearing to go again. Ya'll can't even keep track on how many times you go jesus-

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1. What does your muse smell like?

Bertholdt retains his own scent quite easily. He smells faintly of warm wood with a salt-sweet touch, somewhat musky. Due to his high body temperature his clothing also keeps his scent for quite a while after he takes it off. He prefers soaps with a herbal scent to them so that is also something by which to recognize him. (Fun fact: the official fragrance for Bertholdt includes vanilla, lemon, jasmine, lilac, sandalwood and musk.)

After his return from Paradis, Bertholdt takes up a severe smoking habit which effectively kills his body scent. He smells like cloves and stale smoke now. Nothing to be done about it except stop smoking, but that’s a conversation he won’t be having.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

Bertholdt’s hands are very warm. His fingers are long and his hands quite large though utterly in keeping with his height. He has a soft touch when he wants to but is capable of a death grip that’ll break your wrist. They are strong and skilled hands, and surprisingly nimble. Over the course of his tenure on Paradis, especially after the work he did in the refugee settlement, his hands grew quite rough to the touch from constant use. However, after Shiganshina, he had to regrow his extremities a couple of times and the hands he has now would tell you nothing of the physical labor he’s endured in his life. Just another reason why you can’t judge a book by its cover, in his opinion. 

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

Bertholdt will eat anything you set down in front of him. He is constantly hungry. Although he won’t go out of his way to do anything about it, he will also not pass up the chance to eat when it presents itself. He isn’t very interested in breakfast as he is a restless sleeper and has a hard time waking up in the morning. His appetite is not equal to his hunger at all, and he has a rather pragmatic opinion on food. He will eat to regain energy and care about specifics only when he has that luxury. As he grew up dirt poor, he has never had the opportunity to be picky about his food. Either he ate what was there, or he didn’t eat. 

He will usually keep to five to six small meals as opposed to three large ones. He finds it more comfortable and it works better with his overall lifestyle. When given the choice, he will stick to vegetables and seafood as opposed to meat. Meat was a rarity in his childhood and he has never developed a great fondness for it. He enjoys fried food though.

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

Yes. I don’t keep to the Japanese VA for my overall voice headcanon for Bertholdt,but since the acting (which is wonderful, nothing but respect for Tomohisa) has little to do with the singing he does here, it counts. I really enjoy the smooth quality of his voice. It is, funnily enough, closer to what I imagine this way. Bertholdt is not likely to sing to anyone, though. He has no training and no practice. He used to sing to himself a little as a child when he found out about the concept of lullabies but felt very stupid about it and didn’t keep it up. He will quietly hum and mouth along when there is some alcohol-based singing going on during a get-together, but that is the most of it. 

The level of intimacy and trust that would have to be established for Bertholdt to freely sing in front of another person has yet to be unearthed. If he were to do it, though, he’d also stick to soft simple melodies, again: lullabies most likely.

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

Bertholdt does have some mannerisms that could be called stress responses. For one, when he sits, he will draw his knees up to his chest and hug them, and make himself as small as possible. He does this so he won’t take up more space than necessary and also to feel “safer” in situations which make him uncomfortable. He will also turn non-verbal if he is dealing with emotional turmoil and keep all of it locked up until it explodes out of him in anger. 

After his return from Paradis, his habits and tics get more pronounced. He still has trouble articulating himself in emotionally charged moments, but what is more prominent is his smoking habit. He does it to combat stress and insomnia and swears it works. Whether it does... Eh. He consistently smokes a pack a day but will go through them faster when he is more agitated. 

He is also has taken up a nervous tic that involves him tapping his fingers (especially his nails) on flat surfaces around him. He is subconsciously tapping out the Paradisian equivalent for morse code that signals SOS. He picked this up during his time in the Underground and found some comfort in the repeating rhythm when he needed to calm himself. He is not aware that his tapping translates as a call for help. 

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

When he isn’t wearing whatever uniform he is supposed to be wearing at the given time, he will usually opt for long-sleeved shirts and sweaters. He is fond of dark mute colors, especially blue tones. He prefers to dress conventionally but has a taste for clothing that suggests a higher social standing than he has. He will dress more maturely than his age as well, button-down shirts and cloth trousers especially. He was taught by his father that appearances are important and must be kept. Even when his father barely had the money to feed him, he’d still make sure Bertholdt was well-dressed when he sent him out to find money. Bertholdt kept that attitude and dresses accordingly. 

Even after he leaves Paradis, he will usually look deceptively well put-together despite the terrible wreck the rest of his life is at any given point. He will usually wear the uniform provided him by Marley, however, and does not bother with civilian clothing all that much. The uniform serves its purpose. He will, however, wear long trenchcoats on colder days.

7. Is your muse affectionate?  How much?  How so?

Well, no. Bertholdt has never been reared to exhibit affectionate behavior and hasn’t been shown it from his father as a child. His first brush with it happens when he befriends the other warrior candidates and though he very much enjoys it, he has trouble reciprocating adequately. Bertholdt shows his affections through casual touches and shared activities (e.g. sparring, which to him feels like the one ‘appropriate’ way to be close to others excessively. The rituals are intricate, we know, we know.)

As he grows up, Bertholdt also grows more into himself. He must be coaxed into affection though he is not averse to it. He isn’t a great cuddler by nature and feels put on the spot when he tries to be affectionate with his words. His most honest displays of affection are still physical and will include light touches to shoulder or back, standing in close proximity or the like. 

When he returns from Paradis, Bertholdt has fully grown touch-averse and wouldn’t be caught dead exhibiting signs of vulnerability, if he had his way, anyway. He reacts negatively to most displays of affection unless they are somehow covered up and disguised as indirect. He feels he is not deserving of affection and also has no impulse to be affectionate with others. But we’ll get him there eventually.

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

All of them, and a few you haven’t even heard of.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Rarely. He doesn’t usually walk with a heavy step unless he is marching, and is not in the habit of making a lot of noise. If he is in conversation or the like it could be easier to overhear him, though, as he doesn’t usually regulate his volume when he is in private. Sometimes he just has things to say.

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