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babachira · 3 months ago

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life in sakadays

asakura shin x psychokinesis!reader (i'm literally crazy)

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+ unlike shin's accidental awakening of a clairvoyant, you're the product of constant testing. that means you're probably full of not-so-great memories of the place you grew up in where kids were being manipulated into drinking purple liquid and hopefully develop powers, but you're part of sakamoto's family now! hurray!

+ no one suspected that you had an ability at the start. it's not a common occurrence that someone has supernatural powers, but they probably figured out from either a) you pulled off jaw-dropping moves like blocking bullets by launching tables triple your size, or b) they caught you chucking detergent onto the shelves without lifting a single finger. no in-between. heisuke might've got it from the latter.

+ you can lift practically anything, but the heavier it is, the harder it becomes. clearly, lifting hana and playing bird-girl is a lot more doable than shifting sakamoto onto the second floor just because he doesn't want to climb the stairs. aoi-san and lu are also ok, shin and heisuke feel like a little pebble in your hands, whereas sakamoto-san would always feel like you're holding a 5kg dumbbell. it's ok if it's for a second, but any longer and it only starts to ache.

+ "ugh, i have to move all of this because shin refused to do it!" lu would cry out, then not-so-subtly glance at you. "my poor arms have to do this work!" then with a dramatic eye-roll, you'd walk over and swing your arm in an arch, re-arranging all the new ramen packets that sakamoto-san had delivered. lu would envelop you in such a tight hug, "thanks so much! at least someone around here loves me enough to help!" then shin's sulking later only (just a tad!) because lu said that you love her.

+ and so now that your powers were in the clear, you had become such a hot topic in the family. sakamoto wouldn't really make it a big deal because he's always had shin, but he's probably never met a psychic before, so he's a little curious. shin will be gobsmacked because goddamn he scored. a badass partner for free? well, life-threatening issues such as chasing down that bounty on sakamoto's head does come as a fee for everyone, but shin's still grateful that you're there with him. he thinks it's awesome that he has someone else who can kick ass as well as him. maybe even better!

+ he will 100% suggest fighting strategies by combining his powers and yours. because you can't read minds, your plans might be something along the lines like you're the main offence while he's on guard for whatever you tell him. you'd be at the front letting him know (all telepathically, of course) of your surroundings like how many enemies or a rough sketch of the location so that he can use all of that to plan ahead. might get into silly arguments because you ran into some problems, but it's a success most of the time!

+ your powers will absolutely be exploited by sakamoto's family. need a big order to be moved that sakamoto can't be assed to do himself? ok, you're on the job, time to put that mind to work and shift some disgustingly heavy boxes. hana wants to go flying? ok! just make sure she doesn't hit the ceiling, otherwise, YOU might go flying from a certain dad. heisuke wants help carrying fifty bags of buns home? ok buddy, that is not going to be for free though. lu just can't be bothered to work? that's a no.

+ shin might be relieved to know that there's someone else on the team who they can rely on when it comes to mental prowess. sure, his ability is really handy, but sometimes, it can get a bit tiring when it's the only thing that's being used. you might be one of the only other people who really understands him

+ similarly to how shin is limited to a certain radius, your powers are only convenient with things in sight. if it's right in front of you, it's no biggie at all, but if it's to the point where you have to squint and lean forward to figure out what the hell it is you're looking at, that's where your brain starts to melt as you try to get it to move.

+ he's your no.1 supporter all the way. might get into spats with lu fighting for that spot, but everyone knows that he'll do everything he can to ensure your safety and that all your limbs are in place BECAUSE GOD FORBID everyone gets out unscathed

+ because shin can read minds and just sometimes you want to tease him, you and lu would purposely think things like "shin's an idiot!" "nice ass, shin" or "i know you're looking at me" to the point where he comes stomping over, demanding with ears as red as an apple, "stop bothering me about my ass! and no! i was not looking at you!"

+ he really wants to impress you, so you bet he'll exploit his powers to tap into your mind and figure out what you want. let's say you're craving your favourite food, he just so happens to have it delivered to the front of the store at your most ravenous state. at the very beginning you thought it was a genuine coincidence until it started becoming very specific like that extra topping or how many pumps of syrup in your drink. you know now, of course, and shin knows that you know too. he doesn't stop though

+ if shin's your number one fan, hana is for both. she's a big you and shin lover. whenever she sees one of you without the other, she's bound to ask, "where's shin/(name)? are you guys not together?" and honestly, shin's so happy that he's always associated with you. if you're not there, he'd crouch down to her height and say, "it's just me, right now. it'll be the both of us soon, then we can all play together!"

+ seeing you in action has always sent a thrill to his spine. be it good or bad, his instinct to protect you is always the same. he knows you're very capable, very, as he watches you hurl two fire trucks with a swipe of your hands. he's like, "woah . . . wow . . . " he's so impressed and knows that you're not one to mess with. he holds real sympathy to those who underestimate you.

+ obviously, word that sakamoto has a clairvoyant on his team is already out. shin's powers are good, so it's no surprise that people would target him first since he is really useful. unlike that, at the start, you wouldn't be as well known because the sakamoto family all agreed to keep you under wraps just in case people start going for you too. it's only when you join them on more missions that you have to start using your psychokinesis to help, which garners more unwanted attention.

+ shin would definitely hate that. he once saw this sign with your face that had all the pros and cons of your powers in bullet points, and this urge to rip whoever created this to shreds was indescribable. if you already know about the flyer, he'd ask if you always knew. if you didn't, he'd probably keep quiet for a while and confirm it with sakamoto. he'd hate how you're becoming a target when he would much rather it just be him.

+ but seeing you put your life on the line just like everyone else makes him nervous yet so proud. he looks up to you in a way that he's so glad that someone accepted him and that no matter what you went through, you're still pushing through. if you ever get injured, his eyes would fly open, panic rushing through his entire body like an adrenaline rush uncalled for. logic would fade from his mind as he'd hold you and rush through the building for the exit and nearest hospital. there can't be anything worse than losing his family, losing you.

+ if it isn't serious, he'd bandage you up right there and then, staring so intently with all the emotions in his eyes with comments like "idiot, i told you this isn't easy. look at you, getting me to patch you up" or "it stings, yeah? well, you gotta suck it up until we get back home. maybe if you're lucky, i can piggyback you." he stares with so much love, his brows furrowed and jaw clenched, that it lowkey gets you flustered because how can one look at someone so deeply? it's as if he's locked onto your soul and is transmitting his thoughts, despite your inability to read minds, into your heart.

+ but if it's really bad, he'd yell in your face to hang in there and not close your eyes. would beg sakamoto to run as fast he can to get you to the nearest hospital. would refuse to leave your side unless he's physically dragged away and he'd remain stoic for the rest of the week or until you're discharged. not even lu or heisuke would be able to make him crack a smile. hana would barely manage to earn a small quirk of the lip, but unless he's sure that you're ok, he's not.

+ once you're better, he's dashing to you. he's never letting you go, he never ever wants to go through that again, and he'd reprimand you so hard that you genuinely feel bad. he wouldn't go overboard with the scolding, just enough so that you know he truly cares for you. everyone's happy that you're all healed though!

+ you'd try help aoi-san with dinner from time to time. hana would also be there, asking if she can cut carrots with her star-shaped cutter. you'd agree as long as you're watching her and she's so happy! everyone else would probably be downstairs tending to the store until dinner's ready, but when shin comes up a little earlier than the rest and sees you participating in the domestic chores with aoi-san, his heart just swoons. bro is so in love, how does he even show it? he'd look over your shoulder and even if you're doing amazing, he'd tease, "what's that meant to be?" but most of the time, he's like, "looks good. can't wait to eat it."

+ it's a family you'd never trade anything for. the peace you relish in is incomparable and you believe that you owe everyone so much for what they've done. of course, minus the deadly threats that come your way, but it's nothing compared to every positive thing that happens in your saka-family life!!

#asakura shin #asakura shin x reader #shin asakura #shin asakura x reader #sakamoto days #sakamoto days x reader #asakura shin fluff #asakura shin oneshot #fluff #oneshot #xreader #babachira

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ekingston · 5 months ago

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Hello! So sorry to bother, but have you had any updates on the Word-Stream/Speechify situation?

Just one: like I posted on Xitter and Bluesky last night, as of yesterday afternoon, the links to individual works as they were listed on WordStream are gone from both Google and Bing. Hurray, right? Surely we’re all sick of this whole debacle and there’s far more important things to worry about. If all is well that ends well, surely there’s no need to still be angry.

Well, I am. Here’s why:

When I checked on Wednesday, the links to my own work on WordStream were still listed. So rather than it taking a week after Cliff Weitzman first hid the fanwork from view, it took a little over a week from the moment he first promised privately that they would be deleted. Which, fine. Perhaps Cliff didn’t really know what he was talking about when he gave that timeframe. Or maybe he told a little white lie to create the impression that he always intended to do the right thing. It seems more likely to me, though, that Cliff still believed—even after the backlash he received—that he would get away with honoring only individual takedown requests. Or worse, that he needed just a little bit more time with the stolen material to figure out an alternative way to profit off it—preferably without us noticing, this time.

But who knows? I certainly don’t! All we can do is speculate, because publicly, Cliff Weitzman has remained completely silent on his copyright infringements. All we got was the initial justifications he and his sockpuppet accounts used in comments on the original Reddit and Tumblr posts. After those were so understandably ill-received, Cliff only ever communicated with a few individual authors who contacted him directly and repeatedly, blocking people who addressed the issue on Twitter and quietly distancing himself from WordStream by deleting a blog he’d posted to Speechify.com dated December 20th—where Cliff promoted WordStream’s platform specifically to fanfiction readers. (See my enormous timeline post for details and screenshots of said posts before they were taken down.)

And this is why I’m still angry: As long as Cliff Weitzman faces no real consequences for his actions, he won’t see a need to own up to his mistake; and as long as he’s able to delay taking responsibility, this isn’t over. This didn’t end well.

After all, wasn’t this the next-best scenario for Cliff, second only to him turning WordStream into a (for him) effortless, infinite money-making machine? He took something we provided for free and fed it to AI so he could more easily put it behind a paywall; we found out and protested; Cliff quietly erased all evidence of his crime; and we went—almost equally quietly—away.

I want to make sure you know that I continue to be genuinely amazed and intensely grateful for how quickly the news about WordStream’s copyright infringement was shared—and continues to be shared—throughout fandom, on tumblr in particular. If it hadn’t been for our collective outcry here and on Reddit, WordStream would very likely still be up in its original form, and Weitzman would be reaping the benefits (those subscription prices were steep) today.

But it’s been frustrating to see that, with the exception of mentions in articles on Substack and Fansplaining (the latter of which is a particularly awesome and thorough read on fandom’s decontextualization) and a Fanlore listing, our outrage never really spilled out beyond the safely insulated, out-of-the-way spaces that are tumblr, a handful of subreddits and bluesky. And I believe that—unfortunately—we are collectively responsible for that part, as well.

Most of us seemed content to only spread the word by circulating the same two posts on tumblr. (Have we all given up completely on every other social media platform? Am I the only remaining straggler?) And soon after Cliff Weitzman hid WordStream’s fanfiction category from view, our interest in the issue took a sharp dive even there. Are we genuinely deceived into believing the issue has been fully resolved? Do we truly fail to realize that Weitzman’s refusal to admit that what he did was wrong left the door wide open for the next greed-driven tech bro to wander through? Or is the true naivety in thinking that, as a community, we can keep this kind of attack on fandom from happening again? Has our disillusionment already gotten that bad?

However the situation spins out from here, Cliff’s actions will set a precedent. If we fail to show Cliff and his ilk that attempts to profit off fandom’s unpaid labor have consequences, their tech companies will keep trying until something eventually sticks. They might be a little smarter about it next time; obscure their sources a bit better, maybe leave the titles and the authors’ names off. Or maybe they’ll go a bolder route: maybe next time they cross the line they’ll do it boldly enough for IP holders to take notice and stop tolerating fanwork entirely.

Doesn’t that make you angry, too?

There’s this whole other mess of thoughts I would love to be able to untangle about how commercial influence is contributing to the steady erosion of fandom’s foundations, but I’m tired, and other people have said it all much more eloquently than I ever could. Seriously, go read that article on Fansplaining. Or listen to the podcast version of it. Better yet, as long as you’re wearing your noise-canceling headphones, go listen to a podfic of one of your favorite fandoms’ works, and enjoy the collaborative joy and creativity of the people who Cliff Weitzman refuses to believe exist. (In one of Speechify’s other blogs, Cliff claims there are only 272 podfics on AO3. Would you like to run that ChatGPT prompt again, Cliff?). Honestly, much like Cliff Weitzman’s infuriating denial of the fact that fandom fucking has this covered, thank you very much, there’s so. Many. More. Things for us to talk about. There’s the connotations of WordStream’s dubious ‘upload’ button, for instance, or the fact that the app scraped (and in some cases, allegedly, still lists) copyright-protected original fiction as well, or WordStream’s complete lack of contact information, which is illegal for an internationally operating app. And oh! Has anyone reported more thoroughly on Cliff’s app’s options to ‘simplify’ or ‘modernize’ uploaded works, or—my own very favorite abomination—to translate them into something Cliff calls ‘Gen-Z Language’? Much like his atrocious AI book covers, it would be hilarious, if it didn’t make steam come out of my ears.

Anyway, there it is. I highly recommend you do all of that. And then, if you aren’t familiar with it already, go do some research re: fair use and your rights as the copyright owner of your works. A good number of people commenting on this controversy expressed stunned surprise or fearful hesitation about claiming any sort of ownership of their fanfiction. The more informed we are about our rights, the more willing we will be to defend them.

Please don’t stop writing or sharing your work. If you can’t bring yourself to work on your WIPs today (trust me, I get it), post about this situation instead. Tweets, skeets, whateverthefucks—about WordStream’s theft, about how this reflects on Speechify’s already shady business practices, about how Cliff’s actions and justifications have personally affected you. You’re welcome to share or copy my posts on these platforms, but since Cliff already blocked me, I very much prefer you post your own. If you do, call Cliff Weitzman by his full name and tag or include both WordStream and Speechify to ensure Weitzman will recognize he has both a personal as well as a professional stake in handling the situation with integrity. Leave your concerns in reviews on the Speechify app. (We weren’t provided with a more appropriate place to put them, after all!) Consider calling for a Speechify boycott until Cliff accepts accountability for his actions.

Do avoid making exaggerated claims, and don’t call for physical retaliation against Cliff’s person or his property. We don’t want to give him or Speechify even the weakest of grounds to claim defamation or threats of violence. Focus on the facts: they’re incriminating enough by themselves. Show Cliff that we’re determined to keep bringing up his company’s wrongdoings in public spaces until he demonstrates that he understands why taking these freely shared fanworks and monetizing them was wrong, and takes steps to ensure it won’t happen again.

One last thing—and this is really more of a general reminder—please stop suggesting I handle this situation for you. People have come to me asking for action items. The resulting flashbacks to my days as an office assistant were extremely upsetting. In all seriousness, casting me as some sort of coordinator or driving force behind this backlash actively hurts the cause. Not only does it downplay fandom’s collective efforts, it also makes our message extremely vulnerable. It would be all too easy for Cliff to silence one singular source. Wikipedia will not maintain mentions of this controversy as long as it leads only to Easter Kingston’s attempt to summarize what happened as it was happening. You only know my name because I stumbled upon WordStream’s theft and decided to get my friends involved. I am not more knowledgeable, more skilled or more angrily invested in this issue than you are (or can, or should, be). I draw pictures and I write stories and I worry about the shift I’m seeing in fandom after having been on this ride for even a few pre-livejournal rounds.

I’m not going to stop doing any of those things. But I am going to allow myself to step away for a bit, make my wife dinner, and catch up on our shows.

I trust you’ve got it from here.

#word-stream #cliff weitzman #plagiarism #speechify #AO3 #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #independent authors #web scraping #fandom activism #ask me things!#(which is my ask tag please don’t send me asks about things i’ve already answered in the main post)#anonymous

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musashi · 7 months ago

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Musing on Movie!Nessa's Future in Part 2

A lot of people simultaneously expressing confusion alongside their celebration of Nessarose finally being played by a wheelchair user, because her being able to walk in act 2 is obviously a huge plot point--the spell cast on the shoes is what turns them into the ruby slippers which establishes the continuity and leads to a bunch of other plot threads, etc etc.

This is obviously the reason a lot of people give for her being played by an able-bodied actress in the past, it's obviously a bullshit reason because a huge majority of wheelchair users are ambulatory and can walk and stand for varying periods of time just fine. So like. They could have still had an ambulatory wheelchair user playing her, but I digress: the point is she is played by Marissa Bode in the movie. A wheelchair user, hurray!

These are just the opinions of someone who is not a wheelchair user so take them with a grain of salt (and please speak up if you have your own stuff to say as a member of the community!) but from what I can see as someone who's been insane about Wicked for about 15 years now, the movie did a lot of good for Nessa's character. Previously, the ableism toward her was baked into the metanarrative itself, but it's now been moved to a more realistic place--the characters within the story.

Previously Nessa was treated with little agency or autonomy not only by the characters but by the people writing the story. Most notably of all, her chair is constantly being grabbed and wheeled around by other characters. The movie corrects this--she is very rarely wheeled around except by her father (and he is called out for his coddling/infantilizing of her by Elphaba within 2 minutes of their introduction) and the one time a stranger tries to do this in what reads even to me as a genuinely traumatizing and far too familiar scene for any wheelchair user to have to sit through, Elphaba immediately fucking goes apeshit and starts throwing fucking furniture. Nessa herself also tries to advocate for herself and tell the professor in question to stop kidnapping/assaulting her and is, again, realistically not listened to.

This last bit obviously happens in the stage musical too but Nessa's own agency is much less pronounced. The movie adds little things here and there to give her more of that agency--Elphaba's protectiveness is much less "I have to help and watch over my poor disabled sister" and much more "I have to make sure no one underestimates or takes advantage of her." Even the plot detail that Elphaba was not there to be her caretaker but just to drop her off and make sure she got settled in her dorm adds leaps and bounds to Nessa's autonomy. Her and Boq's shared look in the opening ceremonies where they both bond beforehand at their inability to see over the crowds' standing ovation. And of course, the dance scene, where he no longer wheels her out but instead beckons her to follow him!

These little details add up in ways that are, at least in my opinion, very meaningful. They also extend to the production itself--where the sets were made accessible for Marissa and she was even allowed to do her own stunts, in her wheelchair! That part in the beginning where Elphaba levitates her was her in a harness in her fucking chair and all. Dope as FUCK.

So I am mentioning all of this because I think the people working on this movie have shown that they are unafraid to make changes to Nessa to be more respectful to her agency. The ableism she faces, which is still plentiful, is framed as such instead of just casually brushed off & baked into the narrative. By making these small changes, Nessa is not just an unfortunate stereotype of a disabled woman, but a real and fleshed-out person who is dealing with the consequences of those exact stereotypes in the society she lives in. I really liked that! I don't know how others feel about it, but I thought it was very well-shifted.

All that said, 'curing' your disabled character is obviously, like, the biggest no-no of writing a disabled character. And that plot beat is a huge one in every version of Wicked... so far. But here's the thing. We have a shot of Dorothy wearing the slippers. And they... are silver.

Why. Are they silver.

And they are silver in all of Dorothy's small little cameos. Every single one. Even though this shot, which was used primarily for promotional material to draw people in like "Hey! Wizord of Oz! This is What The Refrance!" did not make the choice to even suggest that they should ever be red. One of the most important pieces of iconography, consciously and notably absent.

I genuinely don't think Nessa's going to have her disability taken away in part 2. With how much love to this part of her has been done to the retooling of her character, I do not think it is a stretch to assume that they will find a way to advance the plot without removing her disability. I believe this because that is the right thing to do for Nessa, to ascend her character, however you feel about it--she should stay in her chair. She deserves to continue on the way she is.

I realize this little change effects a lot. But after seeing part one, I am confident they can do it and do it well and replace what the change takes away with something just as good. I have so much faith in the direction of these movies. I really, truly believe it will happen and it will be good and satisfying and perfect.

It might still happen, sure--Marissa might get a stunt double, or CGI, or some other brand of movie magic. The shoes may still get enchanted and stay silver to pay homage to the original Oz books. But I can't help but consider that idea and keep asking myself... why. That makes so much less sense. Why not give movie audiences the red slippers, draw them in with the imagery, give them one more lion cub in the bike basket or Boq talking about how much he cries or poppies putting the whole class to sleep. Why not give us the ruby slippers when you... could.

I think because this is going to be a big, long awaited improvement. And I think it is hiding there in plain sight.

#wicked #wicked movie #wicked 2024 #nessa thropp #nessarose thropp #wendy rambles #wordy wendy #and your little dog too #wendy meta

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fisheito · 4 months ago

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THE YAKUEI FANGAME

for those who don't know: there is a yakuei fangame!! for free!!! IN ENGLISH?!?!? that i am about to ramble about!! It's got great art, ForReal writing, and as much humour/😨 as NuCa itself 😊😊 also, (almost) everyone has animal traits. YE,A BOYE!!!!

The estimated playtime is 1.5hrs, but I spent 4 hrs trying to complete everything without a guide;;;;;;

Expectation: i bet it's a short visual novel! a oneshot but in game form? if the creator REALLY went hard with the gameplay, maybe they'd throw in a few choices? to unlock diff dialogue branches? an hour of content at most, probably. maybe fluff about yakuei living their everyday lives and being cute/silly together 😊

Reality: everyone in the clan is here. they are in character. their lives are all intertwined and there IS a plot. there are puzzles. multiple endings. multiple CGs. you will need to think. OOPS! EMOTIONS!! GET WRECKED!!! eiden is, as usual, in a neverending Situation and you WILL feel the effects. this is a full-ass game with mistakes lurking around every corner HOW LONG DID THIS TAKE TO MAKE??!?!?! i.e.,

Keep Reading only if you are ok with SPOILERS.

Before we even reach the title screen, content warnings pop up for: sexual implications, cannibalism, drug abuse and my immediate response is HAHAHAHA! Of course!! can't have a yakumo game without cannibalism or vore in it, amirite??? aaaaaaahhhh cLASSIC yakumo 😙😆 <- i'm having a giggle but not really thinking about it. oh, but i'll be thinking about it in approximately 3 hours. fool.

Come to think of it, I don't think this game has a Log function. If someone finds it, please share the magic keys 😥 i wish i could have read past text... i've accidentally skipped a lot of stuff... oh well. let this be a warning to my future self: USE ALL YOUR SAVE SLOTS! FREQUENTLY! EVERYWHERE!

HALF SNAKE YAKUMO! HALF SNAKE YAKUMO!! HALF SNAKE YAKUMO!!!!!!!!!! *slams my fists on the table*

having yakumo worming/trailing behind eiden is so cute i'm just gonna walk around in circles on the screen while his tail wiggles

this demon king shows up and i immediately wonder if it's the other Eiden. he has the same goofy dramatic energy. please don't kill Other You, eiden... make love, not war.......

edmond as a horse yokai is PERFECT 😭

the way i YELLED when i saw edmond appear!!!!!!!!! i thought this game was just gonna be yakuei. to have MORE characters included?!?!? AMAZING! MORE THAN I COULD ASK FOR!

i really truly wish to disturb the worker in the fields, . please. please let me disturb them

the FEAR i felt when the bartender said his cookie had alcohol in it=--!! I WAS RIGHT THERE WITH EIDEN, SLAPPING THE COOKIE OUT OF YAKUMO'S HAND. NONE FOR YOU. FORBIDDEN

eiden being respectful and constantly saying "I'm not that nosy" in other peoples' houses?? WELL I *AM*!! LET ME INNNNNNNNNNNNN

"It's empty, like my soul." 🤝 we too

looks like i managed to screenshot morb and aster ? i was probably so enamoured with morvay's roundness that i simply had to take a picture. HURRAY FOR FAMILIARS!!!! THEY'RE HERE!!!!!!! and they're bickering, like usual. these sprites are adorable. i stare at morb a while longer.

aster is EVERYONE's landlord. so powerful and cute at the same time. terrifying. i legit laughed tho because really, the writer has SYNCED UP with the nuca wavelength. plot holes? no such thing. everything is explained, but with reasons across the entire spectrum from Logical to Ridiculous 😆

BLADE AS A FLUFFY SOFT PUFFBALL 😭 AND HOW HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND DANTE'S TSUN-NESS . THEYRE SILLY TOGETHTTEHR!!!! blade dressing up as fluffy sphere is so precious… like how he would wear pajamas even though he doesn't need to sleep!!! he wants to look cute and dress up like his friends!! and have fun sleepovers together!!!!!!!!!

In retrospect, this was where i went wrong. At this point, i had ALREADY COMMITTED A GRIEVOUS ERROR. This early in the game, and i'm locked out of the true(?) ending!! WOOPS;;; I thought the game would be straightforward? HAH! Not to a tomfool such as myself!! This was the beginning of Me Making Every Possible Wrong Decision , thus extending my playtime to a time faaar longer than expected 😅. I am not a Gamer. Nor am i genre-savvy. my poor decisions have doomed me to wander through the assets for eternity, trying convoluted tactics that have no effect on the story, while not noticing the IMPORTANT stuff.

What did I do? I chose to accompany morv through the forest. "i don't want morv to be in danger! At least if eiden and yakumo are with him, there'll be less chance of him getting morvnapped!" WRONG! Morvay is perfectly capable of scouting by himself. i should have believed in him more. i shouldn't have tried to smother him with my love. this incubus is older than me, and i should have respected my elder's independence 😣😩

I do not wander deeper into the forest as a result. Straight to rei's we go. Mr. Science Bird sends me out on plant-picking duty, and I think I'm soooOOoo clever by gathering more plants+flowers than I need.

Rei says he only needs 3 of each, BUT THERE ARE MORE THAN 3 HERBS/FLOWERS IN EACH FIELD. Thus, I shall pick MORE than the minimum amount! Maybe it'll be like the Rainy Day event, where the virtualias will be the key to escaping the yokai realm...?? where every person who needs to escape , needs to have their own flower?? so if i gather up enough to save at LEAST yakumo and eiden, and maybe some others who might be trapped.......

WHY IS THERE ONE VIRTUALIA THAT I CAN'T REACH? ?!!?💢💢 (inhales deeply) it's fine. i'm sure the creators wouldn't have designed that so it would be a game breaker. besides, it's not ethical harvesting to take EVERY flower at once. i need to leave some behind so they can regenerate at a healthy rate. don't be greedy!! don't clear-cut the forests for their strange herbs/virtualia resources!!!!! (i later went back to both fields and clear-cut the forest floor of all their strange herbs/virtualia, since i was paranoid and thought i would need a pair of plants for every clan member in the game. i don't know why i thought that. i didn't even know what the plan was afterward. the numbers don't even work out!!!! i just collected EEVERYTHING I COULD REACH . IN CASE OF EMERGENCY. UNPREDICTABLE PLANT EMERGENCY)

got to pet the dog . Top tier game A+++++

I hand over the plants. Rei shoos me out. I panicked when we first finished chatting with rei because SUDDENLY, THERE WAS NO WIGGLY SERPENT BEHIND ME AND I WAS LIKE YAKUMO? YAKUMO WHERE DID YOU GO? YOU DIDN'T WANDER TOO FAR OFF, DID YOU? IF I GO INTO THE FOREST ON MY OWN, WILL EIDEN DIE? IS THIS WHERE IT ALL ENDS? YAKUMOOOOOOOOO WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU oh./ oh, there you are. HI!!!!!!! phew [yakumo and eiden have a cute lil moment by the campfire and i am relaxed, content, just chillin.]

(once again, in retrospect, i should not have been so attached to yakumo. it's good to spend time apart....)

I can't access the forest paths that I missed earlier, so I go ahead with the plot and tell Rei that the food is ready.

At the demon king's castle, i have a grand time investigating all the assets: - Discount statues - that suspicious bookcase (EVERY bookcase in this game became suspicious after I read that restaurant menu. I kept thinking kuya was going to pop out of one. That, or I had to collect 9 bookmarks from 9 separate bookshelves in order to gain the 9 Leaves of Respect kuya holds for eiden, which would somehow ensure a successful escape). - stained glass windows just like in the Nu World event - ominous clock ticking at me - that massive door that WON'T BUDGE? err.... well maybe it'll unlock after I explore the rest of the castle!

I find it a bit strange that the game would include so many clan members, but not quincy or kuya. maybe... they were too powerful to be dragged into a world like this? or they're super elusive and aren't meant to "show up" as obviously as the others??? <- delusional thinking. quincy and kuya ARE supposed to show up. skill issue.😑

So I explore the RIGHT side of the castle. um. and finally the doubts about yakumo are starting to solidify.

Audience: You're kind of slow, aren't you, Fish?

WELL!! i know that the disclaimer at the beginning said that "following yakumo's advice" would not necessarily get you the ending you desire, ., , , , so i knew that yakumo would have his own goals in mind....... but.................idk, i didn't have a reason to go against his decisions so far in the game?? he and eiden haven't been faced with a huge divisive decision so far, right???

Audience: what about "make sure to stay close to me, Mr Eiden"?

yeah.. when he said that, my instinct was to immediately split off from him in the castle but i... never got the option... 😞

anyway. i'm wandering thru the flesh maze in which i check EVERY dead end. i try to INTERACT with every dead end. idk if there are multiple rooms hiding in here. i gotta be thorough (.there were not multiple rooms in there. flesh-scouring chump.)

Only when I'm standing in the yaku-room replica do i give a SEVERE side-eye to yakumo He won't let me check the thing next to the anemones HOW DARE HE STOP ME FROM LOOKING AT SOMETHING. WHAT AR EYOU HIDING. LET ME BE NOSY. I'LL INVESTIGATE WHATEVER I WANT

what are the red anemones for, yakumo. what are they for? WHAT SECRETS ARE YOU HIDING FROM US?!?!?! HIDING THE TRUTH DOESN'T PROTECT US YOU KNOW, TELL US THE TRUUUUUUUUUUTH

After eiden TRIES😒 to investigate everything and i have a giggle at yakumo weakly yet firmly stopping eiden from talking about their roleplay mirror escapade (yakumo. it's just you and eiden in the room.are you only stopping him from speaking because you'll die of embarrassment? come on 🤣), i leave the room... i investigate the out of place knight statue in the main hall... it tells me about the hidden mirror! and i

ENDING 2/3: WHAT THE FUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ I THOUGHT WE WERE JUST HAVING A FLUFFY GOOD TIME DOING FAVOURS FOR FRIENDS AND ADMIRING EVERYONE'S ANIMAL EARS YAKUMO WHAT DID YOU DO WHERE IS EIDEN ARE WE EIDEN? IS EIDNN REAL??????????? YAKUMO SPEAK TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAA

NOW BEGINS THE TIME OF RELOADING SAVES. REPEATEDLY. AND STARTING ENTIRELY NEW GAMES BECAUSE MY SAVES WERE NOT VERY ORGANISED OR PLACED AT KEY JUNCTURES.

I START COMBING THROUGH *EVERYTHING*. VISITING THE SAME BUILDINGS AFTER EVERY PLOT POINT. TALKING THROUGH THE SAME DIALOGUES AGAIN AND AGAIN. I WILL FIGURE THIS OUT.

Going through the game more carefully makes me realise how many things i missed. This... this is no joke. This game has LAYERS and GrassTheOriginator was noT PLAYING AROUND WHEN IT CAME TO THE DETAILS

FIRST OF ALL!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I MISSED LUNCH!!!! HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED LUNCH WITH YAKUMO'S BELOVED GRANDPARENTS?!?! i was positively negligent. how could i have not checked in with granma and granpa at every step of the way to make sure that they knew where we were and that they were both healthy and thriving. i cannot believe i only checked the house ONCE in my 1st playthrough. i missed out on eiden bullying yakumo + yakumo getting flustered + grandma's "youth are so lively♥ haha". HOW DARE I!!!!!

When I GET TO EXPLORE the forest paths i missed last time, Discovering the bed in the woods had me go🌲🌲 AHA!!!!!! YES! i knew something was missing from my first playthru!! i did NOT MEET EVERYONE and we all know eiden's not completely happy until we're with EVERYONE IN THE CLAN

mr quinquin hasn't made his appearance. that elusive beast. i must lure him out. for completion's, sake. for EITO'S TRUEST HAPPINESS!!!!!!!!! *RANSACKS GRANDPARENTS' HOUSE FOR SNACKS*

because i saw that ONE little tree glitter with animal essence, i started suspecting EVERY tree that looked like it

I save scummed for a while to see if approaching the ✨tree at different points would bring out kuya or something. or maybe even the tanuki. something that will help me get the good ending?

(it was probably the tapir. i forgot that the game page on itchio mentioned fanciful capriccio until i got to the true end.. so... Past Me thought kuya was jumping from tree to tree to make me chase him around)

i ended up inspecting EVERY LITTLE TREE I COULD TOUCH

yep, definitely a tree.

GET OUT HERE YOU DAMNED FOX YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I HAVENT MET YET!!! GET YOUR UGLY FACE IN HERE!!! OLD MAN!!! BESTOW UPON ME YOUR REALITY-SHATTERING WISDOM, RIGHT NOW!!!!

Quincy SAID you were lingering around. SHOW YOURSELF!!!!

I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THAT GRAVESTONE IS. IN REI'S YARD…. REI, PLEASE…… THERE ARE TOO MANY SECRETS. IS IT MOM? IS IT THE REAL REI? IS IT SOME RANDOM CORPSE YOU STOLE FOR EXPERIMENTS? PLEASE!! I'M LOST IN THE WEB OF LIES

i love how every time i check rei's shelf, i see a new drug. Bone fixing juice (not a drink)? Pure liquid caffeine (maybe garu got into that…)? fox repellant??? 🤣🤣🤣 only the necessities!!

* crawling out of the dirt, bruised and bleeding, after trying slight differences here and there . to try and figure out the true ending for myself* WAIT… I HAVE ONE LAST THING I MUST TRY… THE HERBS… GIVE REI THE WEIRD LITTLE GIFTS!! THEY'RE LUCKY GIFTS, RIGHT? IT'S NOT BAD TO USE GIFTS LIKE THIS, RIGHT..?!??!?!

YEAAAASSSSSSS!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YTEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NEW PATH! NEW THING! I BROKE THROUGH! THAT'S THE LAST CLAN MEMBER YEAH! YEAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!I MIGHT BE ABLE TO MAKE IT THIS TIME!!!!!!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU STUPID OLD FOX!! YOU'RE INFURIATING IN EVERY UNIVERSE!!! IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND (or maybe i'm just bad at this game. maybe everyone else playing this diidn't spend hours Doing EVERYTHING wrong, before FINALLY doing the ONE correct thing 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣) the whole "seeing kuya's expression all blurry" is such a cool image tho i'm like, of course yakumo is fighting it but kuya is stubborn and will still knock at the glass between his purple self and dream-eiden heheheehheeh ominous purple peepaw is here to insult everyone in a plot-expository manner. finally.

Just taking a moment to appreciate yokai birdy rei putting yakumo through the lab assistant wringer. :) destroy him, sweetie.

.approaching yakumo at the campfire afterward. WAIT NO I COULDNT RESIST AND I MADE ANOTHER BAD DECISION BECAUSE OF THE COMPLETIONIST'S URGE

"don't tell hiim", i told myself. if you tell him, that alerts him to kuya's presence, and your new knowledge,, and he's going to DOUBLE DOWN on keeping you captive and i've only gotten 1 ending despite all my random tinkering so I BET YOU THAT THIS IS WHERE THE LAST TWO ENDINGS SPLIT

Brain: DUDE DO NOT TELL HIM Me: But yakumo keeps saying "Please feel free to tell me if anything is bothering you, Mr Eiden." So why wouldn't Mr Eiden tell him about what is bothering him? :< Brain: YOU'RE GONNA BE SO PISSED OFF Me: [tells yakumo anyway] …….timeskip…………. -> yakumo going "i didn't want to do this to you" Me: SAVE FILE????NOW???????!😨 -> ENDING!!! GET EATEN, IDIOT

Me: 😶 Brain: what did i tell you. i told you not to tell him. AND LOOK WHERE THAT GOT YOU. YOU FOUND OUT WHWERE THE CANNIBALISM CONTENT WARNING CAME FROM, BECAUSE YOU CANNOT RESIST MAKING STUPID DECISIONS Me: but but but isn't it good to keep the line of communication open? how is it a healthy relationship if eiden keeps secrets from yakumo? wouldn't it be more progressive to tell him the truth of seeing kuya, so he can have time to contemplate his actions-- Brain: YOU IDIOT!! YAKUMO IS NOT IN HIS SANE MIND NOW. OPEN COMMUNICATION IS NOT THE SITUATIONALLY APPROPRIATE MOVE. HE'S BEEN KEEPING THIS WHOLE WORLD'S TRUTH A SECRET FROM YOU,, RIGHT??? SO YOU CAN KEEP A SECRET. SHUT UR M OUTH. Reload your save and pick the right answer for once in your life, PLEASE Me: 😔 ….. ………… ok but what if i DON'T reload from the decision of whether or not to share kuya's presence with yakumo……. AND I JUST RUN FROM HIM *NOW*? THERE HAS TO BE A REASON THERE'S A SAVE POINT THERE, RIGHT? if escape was impossible, they wouldn't give you a checkpoint like that, RIGHT??

Audience: you.. you didn't think about running at ALL? Me: Nope Audience: what, so you just let him get you? Me: Yep. Just stood there. I figured my decisions already sealed my fate. The cutscene was just playing out. Audience: After a save point. Me: Yes, after a save point. Audience: Have you... ever played games like this before? the little adventure rpgs with pixel art? Me: No, but i've seen people play things like Ib and Ao Oni Audience: you need to run- Me: right... you DID need to run in those games Audience: after strategic save points. because there's a chance you might want to RETRY that sequence Me: OH..... Audience: ,if you didn't just. stand perfectly still Me: ... i may have zero survival instincts. please be patient. 😂

Brain: OMFG WHY MUST YOU INSIST ON-- Me: I SWEAR I SWEAR!!!!! I JUST WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS. IT PROBABLY WONT CHANGE ANYTHING MAYBE. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH RUN TO THE YAKUROOM WE HAVE THE PATH MEMORISED SINCE WE'VE GONE THROUGH IT SO MANY TIMESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

actually. this chase reminds me of something. you remember back on DIK Island and eiden is chasing dante on the beach and if you're foolishly optimistic enough, you can pretend they're surrounded by shoujo bubbles and flowers while they giggle and prance along the shore but reality hits and it's full of claws yeah. Eiden dreaming of a flowery situation while ACTUALLY dealing with something ... a little less peaceful. there's no end to eiden's troubles, huh.

ok. back to it. let's see what's in the yakuroom... ]reads the new description for the anemones[

[hisses in a breath] yikes….///////////.😬 not the "anticipation" yakumo lied about…. uhm, uh,..... maybe i accidentally made it onto the true ending path. maybe it WASn"T about lying to yakumo at the campfire Brain: I am so fed up with you Me: 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 WAIT!!! NOW I'M IN THE ROOM ALONE!! TIME TO READ HIS DIARY AND GO THROUGH ALL THE STUFF HE DIDN'T WANT ME TO CHECK YEAAAAAAAAAAA Brain: all this hiding stuff ,,, feels like... being held captive in an unhealthy relationship, bro Me: you're a bit behind the plotline dude we just narrowly avoided getting devoured like pull-apart bread Brain: fair enough. carry on.

oh…. yakumo…………. baby………………………..😫😢😭😭😭…………………… eiden was so right… indulgence is NOT necessarily the best step… urrgh,, eiden you are so cool and emotionally smart and skilled and i'm so glad you can navigate these messy social waters better than i ever could..!! especially when so much is at stake 😨

wait. why is there a flesh maze in the first place? Audience: it's yakumo's braaaaaaaaain and what are the weird holes?? Audience: yakumo's brain on DRUGS!!!!! we're running around in yakumo's brain on drugs, full of dead ends. Got it!

then we're talking to yakumo in the shifting void: my expression the entire time is EYES BulGING. FACE FROZEN. MOUTH IS :| I AM SO STRESSED

gets reset

SUNUVA ABITCHUOIGFHFHFHFFIEOFDSRDFKOWAPESOI I ANSWERED WRONG, DIDN'T I I DIDN'T MATCH THE RIGHT NAME TO THE RIGHT ACTIVITY i"M GONA FEAUISRHGOIEFRIEOSGPAWEFISPIPDKAESEPFESFAFPGO 8CRAKCS OPEN YAKUMO'S DIARY we're MEMORISING THIS WE ARE EMBEDDING IT INTO OUR LONG TERM MEMORY. LET'S GO COME ON! WE WILL DO THSI!!!!!!!!!!!

Brain: Wait. How did you answer the clan member section wrong Me: um. i. well, i just based it off memory. i didn't think the number of blank spaces meant anything….. Brain: dude. the number of blank spaces SPELL OUT THE NAME OF THE CORRECT PERSON, SO MAYBE THEY MATTER. Me: oh. uhhhh. ahahahaha. well. it's 2AM. we've been at this for a while. i don't think i'm picking up on obvious clues anymore. um...not that i was picking up on them earlier either….. Brain: facepalm faceslap deskpalmdeskface sigH

oh. OH!! ok, so!! trying it again!! eiden moves closer with every right answer, right?! yeah! so! we might be able to reach yakumo if we-- AH SHITE HE DIDN'T MOVE FORWARD FOR THAT ONE

gets reset

OH COME ON!!!!!! YAKUMO!!!!!!! YOUR LOVE IS WAY TOO INTENSE YOU'RE KILLING ME HERE I'M GETTING DELIRIOUS FROM EXHAUSTION I CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS <- will continue doing this until I GET THE ULTIMATE HAPPY ENDING FOR THESE TWO. DON'T CARE IF MY EYES DRY OUT. WE HAVE TO DO THIS TONIGHT

reloads last save YAKUMOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [YELLING INTO THE VOID]]] YAKUMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PSPSPSPSPSPSSPSPSPSPSSS COME HERE SAD SNAKEY THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM! I"LL GET YOU THIS TIME, YOU ACCURSED OVERBEARING SNAKE

i wonder what happened when eiden locked himself in yakumo's room. did that door slamming in yakumo's face wake him up a little? did yakumo regain a bit of sense, like, "OH NO MR EIDEN DOESN'T WANT TO SEE ME... I'VE SCREWED UP..." because i feel like if he really wanted to, he could... idk, phase thru the door or just break it down or something but he didnt

so, does that mean he still respects eiden's agency in that sense? did he immediately deflate when he lost direct sight of eiden? ? ? like one of those predators in a trance where if you remove the target from their sight they just kinda... flop like fhlkjlbbvvvbvrnrmbrbr.

did yakumo immediately start crying and sulking and wallowing like "ohhhhh i'm so horrible how could i have thought of hurting mr eiden i can't believe i was about to vore him i'm so hopeless and terrible and i've screwed it all up and --- etc.etc."

and curled up into a ball and that's where we find him in the void later? he slinks off to some one dead end of the flesh maze and stews in his silent sadness until eiden emerges from the room and finds him...🤔? and tries to talk to him..? oh please oh please let eiden reach yakumo this time ----

Yakumo: Mr. Eiden--

[I IMMEDIATLEY START SCREAMING IN MANIC EXCITEMENT] YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BEAT THE LOOP, BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE WOKE UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA bashing my head repeatedly on my desk at6 the pretty picture AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :'3 and now i'm smiling… oh…. my heart… they're going to be ok…. yakumo is going to heal…. …… WAIT DID I EVER GET AN OFFICIAL ENDING #3? IS THERE STILL ANOTEHR ENDING?! I HAVE TO GO BACK IN

Brain: you NEED TO GO TO SLEEP

Me: I DON'T NEED SLEEP I NEED YAKUEI ANSWERS goes into an old save ok. what if THIS TIME i DON'T tell yakumo about kuya? ….. ………. OH THE HALLWAY WON'T EVEN LET ME IN. OK 😫 ALRIGHT SO THAT'S NOT AN ENDING BRANCH. but. BUT! THAT MEANS I WAS RIGHT ! Mr Eiden SHOULD feel free to tell yakumo what's bothering him! HAHAHAAH!!!! ONE CORRECT DECISION MADE !!! SUCCESS!!!!! Brain: you could have reloaded a save file where you did something ELSE wrong, you know. it's not like you're actually keeping track of which-- Me: YYou know what. i'm satisfied. i got the good ending after evENTUALLY figuring things out! i played the game!! i did it !!! i can finally check the guide and see what i actually missed. aahhh. what a feeling of accomplishment. my eyes are indeed dry and burning. I REGRET NOTHING!!! I have felt many emotions tonight and i will not forget this Experience…

reads the guide omg i gotta go back in the game and find the extra content THIS IS TOO GOOD TO PASS UP

The first time i tried pulling rei out, i felt so bad that i never tried again because why would i want to hurt rei?? the game dialogue actually changed to include his broken bones, so that means i did substantial damage. rei is delicate!! he doesn't like pain! i will treat him gently!!!!!

If you DON'T treat him gently... Does dream rei get so fed up with Eiden's actions that he slams a book on yakumo's head and ends it all? he's like: no more. no more of this stupid dream pain. you have both found the end of my patience. [BOSS BATTLE CHIME, GAME OVER]

But the guide tells me something happens if i try 5 times. so. [does it]

i was laughuing so hard at the "well, now he's got more broken bones" BUT THEN HE ACTUALLY DIED I OH MY GOD REI I AM SO SO RYRRE SORYRR AHHHH NO I MEAN well, i . what did i think trying to . . . how many bones did i break. what a way to go. under a bookcase because a couple idiots were incapable of learning from their actions (me. I'm the couple idiots). oh… REI I'M LAUGHING BUT CRYING HOW DID THEY THINK OF THIS ENDING. WHOHOW>>??? IT'S . SO RANDOM. BUT SO HILARIOUS BUT ALSO I'M SO MAD AT MYSELF I FOOLED MYSELF INTO THINKING THAT REI WOULD BE FINE AFTER ALL THAT PHYSICAL DAMAGE WHY WOULD I EVEN BELIEVE---😂 I'M CRUSHED (not as crushed as rei AHAHAH OHHHHHH oh now i've made myself sad again)

----------------------------------------------------------- ok. time for the last thing i didn't do?

when the game first told us NOT TO WANDER, lest the knights deem us a threat, i was INTENT on wandering "after i meet aster, i'm gonna wander as much as i like!!! they can't stop me!!!! THE LAW CAN'T KEEP ME DOWN! I'm a REBEL"

i was not a rebel. i thought that daring to interact with the knight's tents AT ALL would count as "wandering". so after leaving aster's tent, i investigated all the other tents, expecting to get in trouble for interacting with the king's stuff. But punishment never came? so i thought i was getting away with something >:3 Haha!!! I wandered successfully! No. i just followed instructions without realising. I needed to NOT visit aster first. that's ACTUAL wandering. let's try that. 😑

HOLD ON I THOUGHT the King would ARREST US for trespassing and , maybe we get executed..? BUT I DIDN'T EXPECT DANTE AND BLADE AND FORCE US INTO TRAINING GIVE US A GUN AND SHOVE US INTO THE CASTLE ON A SPEEDRUN 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣

OMG THE AFTER SCENE DID. DID THEY MAKE ASSETS FOR THE BROKEN STUFF TOO OR--- DID IT ALREADY EXIST---- WELL WHATEVER IT'S STILL FUNNY AS HEUEIFJISJIAOIKPAL oh… OH THIS was tHE LAST ENDING uhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I MEAN I GUESS YAKUEI ARE HAPPY IN THIS ONE, TOO but… wow… gee…….. i'm….. i need to do some thinking about all this… and the ramifications…. and… yeah……….. totters off in a daze

#wait. i never got to go inside the grain storage. NOOOO! LET ME GET A SNACK FOR YOKAI REI. PLEASE #nukani fangame #yakuei fangame #i isekai-ed (again) into a world where everyone is a kemonomimi and am forced to fight the demon king?!#what a title indeed #this started out as just a play by play commentary for the creators and now it's . just. out here. for anyone to see #i been thinking about this all week #yakumo you little freak. WHY CANT I QUIT YOU #i love eiden. how do you even write eiden? his emotional intelligence is beyond what i can even imagine #i'll try to think up a wise and fair response to a problem #and it'll STILL not be as amazeballs as what eiden would say #the fact that ... all of eiden's responses to yakumo's void questions... they were so.. he was just so COOL about everything #EIDEN U ARE SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! \\\!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The Love Potion

*Sigh* Here we are, once again. This is the 3rd and FINAL part, hurray!

ft: The rest of NRC students

Tw: None, but if I need to add any please inform me!

A fluff and crack fanfic

The reader is MC and goes by they/them pronouns. The reader is already in a relationship with these characters.

Characters may or may not be ooc

Hope you enjoy!

Ace Trappola

Bro really asked Crewel "So, do I have to attend my classes still, or...?" He used you as and excuse to skip classes, and somehow it worked. He brought you back to Heartslabyul with a big grin on his face. When Riddle stopped him and asked why he wasn't at class he just said "I gotta take care of my dear MC here" And Riddle just stormed off to ask a teacher about it. Ace brought you back to his room to hangout and chill since he had the joy of not having to go to classes. He was just casually going through his phone when you plopped your head on his lap. He gave you a quick peck on the lips, well was going to, until you cupped his face and smothered him in kisses. He was a bit taken aback but quickly recovers and a small grin grew on his face. He kisses you a few times all over your face, then returning back to his phone. Lovesick you was a teensy bit upset his phone was getting more attention than you, but you let it slide, for now. Jokes on him, he had 10x more homework than he did before. That's what he gets for using you as an excuse to skip class.

Deuce Spade

Why is he even surprised? It's just more trouble caused by Ace and Grim. He brought you back to his room and went to his classes, before doing so he gave you a peck on the forehead. After all his classes were done he went back to his room and started on his homework. You were wanting his attention so you walked over to behind him and put your arms over his shoulders. "Hm? Do you need something MC?" He raised a brow. "No, just wanted to cuddle" You innocently smiled. "Has anyone ever told you how cute you are? Your smile is brighter than the sun!" You said. Deuce blushed "T-thanks..." He mumbled. Once he was finished with his homework he cuddled you for the rest of the day.

(Deuce deserves more writing and love but I do NOT know what to write)

Cater Diamond

Cater was walking around the halls, scrolling on magicam, his finger gliding across the screen as he scrolled down. He saw some cute pictures of a cafe that had recently opened. Maybe he would take you there sometime-"Cater!!!" A familiar voice interrupted Cater's thoughts. It was Ace, and Grim, and Deuce holding you over his shoulder-Wait...Deuce holding you over his shoulder?!"What'd you freshies do this time?" Cater asked as Deuce put you in Cater's arms, trying to not seem so worried. Then Cater saw the hearts in your eyes, and he immediately knew. "How did you get prefect to drink a love potion??" Cater questioned. "It wasn't our fault! They was the one that drank the water!" Ace defended. Cater looked confused. "It's a long ish story" Grim shrugged. Cater felt a sudden warmth to his cheeks as something cupped his face. "Well, we're gonna go" Grim announced, the three then leaving."Aww, your cheeks are so squishy.." You said with a droopy smile. Cater blushed. "W-well..." "I could take so much pictures of you and show em off. You deserve to be seen my everyone" You cut Cater off. Cater felt the heat on his face grow. Ok, you're a bit good at making him flustered...If you continued he was gonna turn out like Riddle when he's mad."Instead of staying in the hallways we should go back to my room.." Cater mentioned. The time you were under the influence of that love potion Cater took many pictures of you, and some videos too. You was just too cammable! How could he not? Don't worry, he won't post anything without your permission! (The pictures were mainly for him to look back at and smile...)

Jack Howl

His ears twitch at the sound of 3 freshmans voices. "JACKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" they yelled, to which he simply sighed in return. "What is it this time!? Wait, why does prefect have hearts in their eyes???" Jack was puzzled as Ace quickly gave you to him. "Perfect drank a love potion, which was totally NOT my fault, it was all Grim's," Grim groaned in the backround "So yeah anyways goodluck taking care of them the potion doesn't wear off until tomorrow!!!!" Then he ran of with the other freshman. Jack was confused, to say the least, but alas took you to Savanaclaw.When he walked in he got some strange looks while you was being carried over his shoulder, but simply ignored them as it wasn't a big deal."Jack, Why ya carryin' MC over ya shoulder?" Ruggie questioned as he walked oast Jack."Ace, Grim, and Deuce somehow got them to drink a love potion, so now I gotta be with them" Jack shrugged."Oh, well good luck with that" Ruggie chuckled, then going his own way.Jack had finally let you down after you got to his dorm, then he got started on his homework while he let you hug him from behind. Offly enough, he was much more comfortable this way and it kinda helped him focus.

Soon enough it was 9pm, and he was drowsy, so he went to sleep, ans joined him so he wrapped his arm around you, placing a kiss on your neck.

Floyd Leech

He was walking around the hallways, upset because he hasn't seen his shrimpy all day! Where in the world could they be??? People moved out of his way, noticing he wasn't the happiest at this moment. He then felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around with a frown, which faded away when he saw you. "Aw~ Shrimpy where have you been?" He smiled as he took you from the troublemakers. Meanwhile Ace and Grim were fighting over which one should tell him, but Grim got shoved forward "Nya! No fair! You owe me tuna after this!" Grim angrily said to Ace. Ace rolled his eyes in response "What is it Baby Seal?" Floyd raised a brow. "MC drank a love potion..." Grim said. "Myah! Run!" Grim, Ace, and Duece then ran. Floyd huffed "How do you get in this much trouble so often shrimpy? Whatever, this may be a bit fun" Floyd smiled, then taking you to his room. He was supposed to be at monstro lounge, but Azul wouldn't mind. "Floyd, has anyone mentioned how adorable you are?" You brought up. "Eh?~ Thank you shrimpy, but I'd say you more adorable yourself, ehe~" He said in return with a toothy grin. You two had comments like this for practically all day, and cuddled when the day ended.

Epel Felmeir

Epel was in the Botanical Garden. Why? Probably for something in potions. He had a basket of things for his potions assignment and began to walk back on his merry way but heard a familiar voice.Grim entered the garden as you were being carried by Deuce and Ace. "Epel, MC drank a love potion!!!!" Grim squealed out of breath. "H...huh?! How??? Y'all troublemakers always causin' a problem for MC huh..." Epel saw you, hearts in your eyes, and was worried but also noticed how adorable you was. "Take your partner instead of admiring them all day long, would ya?" Epel put down the basket and took you in his arms, well, more like let you lean against his shoulder as he helped you walk back to pomefiore, but you get the point!Epel let you take a seat, then beginning to work on his homework. You and the other freshman were supposed to all study together today, but because of the love potion you obviously won't be able to.You walked up behind Epel, as you was beginning to get bored, and quite lonely at that, wrapping your arms around him and looking at his homework.You could practically feel the heat radiating off of Epel when you did this, which made you have a small grin.You had seen Epel get stuck on some questions, so you had graciously helped him, to which he thanked you for.Epel said it was starting to get dark and that you should get sleep, and you had gone to the bed, hut said "Hurry up and cuddle with me soon though..." in a drowsy tone, so Epel wrote his letter to his meemaw about this whole thing and you quickly, then cuddling up next to you with a small blush.

Silver

Silver was startled awake from his sleep with a yell. "SILVER!!!!!!!!!" Ace yelled.Silver jumped awake with a questionable look on his face. "Hm? What exactly is it you need, Ace?" Then he saw the look on your face. And your eyes.Silver had heard about a love potion from his father, and from potionoligy, and how anyone who drank one would have hearts in there eyes, and you certainly did."Take your significant other!! I ain't taking care of them all day!" Ace quickly gave you to Silver, then going off with Deuce and Grim.Silver was still a bit drowsy, but he needed to ask Lilia if there was any way to cure this.Silver walked into Diasomnia, you clinging onto his arm."Boo! Oh? Is that your little partner clinging into you?~" Lilia chuckled.Silver didn't have much of a reaction to Lilia's scare, as he was used to it at this point, but nodded his head yes, then saying "They had drank a love potion, considering the look in their eyes. I'm not sure how, but do you know if there's a cure?" "No, there's no cure that I'm aware of, so good luck with your clingy partner" Lilia said, then smiling cheekily.Silver walked off to his room, and you just continued clinging onto him. "Silver, your eyes are so beautiful... I could get lost in them" You smiled. "Being with you doesn't feel real, it feels like a dream" You continued to ramble on.

Silver chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. Your warmth made him get more and more drowsy, causing the two of you to soon fall asleep.

Oh, Lilia will DEFINITELY take a picture of this.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was on his way to Diasomnia since he had finished all his classes and wanted to check if Malleus was fine, and there he happened to see 3 freshmans and his significant other being carried at the end of the hall. "MC!" Sebek ran to the part of the hall you were at and immediately took you in his arms. It was silent for a moment, then Deuce spoke "MC, somehow," Deuce looked at Grim amd Ace, "drank some of a love potion. Crewel said the effects will only be around for about 24 hours" Ace bit his lip, expected loud enough yelling to make him go deaf, but instead it was silent. So silent you could almost hear crickets as Sebek had a look of confusion, anger, and, most of all, worry.The freshman slowly backed up, then ran away.You played with Sebek's hair, booped his nose, and kissed him so much on the way to Diasomnia Sebek couldn't help but blush. He entered the dorm and continued walking to his room until a Lilia appeared. "Ah? Why's MC here?"Sebek looked frozen. "Those idiot humans somehow got them to drink love potion" Sebek answered, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

Malleus's voice came about "They'll be just fine Sebek, there's no need to worry." Lilia interrupted "That's only if they had a tadge bit. Did they have a tadge bit?" Sebek responded, saying Deuce said it would only last 24 hours according to Crewel. "Excellent! Well get on your merry way then" Lilia chuckled as he went to get tomato juice. "Thank you Waka-sama and Lilia-Sama" Sebek did a half bow and left.Sebek couldn't really focus on his work. No matter how much he wanted to. All the complements, kisses, hugs from behind, everything you did just out him in a different thought process."MC, I need silence and complete focus to work on this homework" Sebek stated. "My soldier, you've been working on that foreverrrr, can't I just get a bit of attention? Please?" You had a look on your face Sebek found hard to say no to. "...Fine, but only for a few minutes!" Sebek slightly frowned, but wasnt the slightest bit upset.Unfortunately, Sebek had fallen asleep in your arms as you brushed his hair with your fingers.

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AHHHH IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!!! IT'S BEEN MONTHSSSSSS BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT!

Anyways, I hope you lovelies enjoyed! I will be writing more every so often, but I got this for now!

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peakywitch · 5 months ago

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Ollo, Tommy x Reader; angsty one prompt 39 and 44. :))

Thank youuu ^^

IT'S JUST THE WAY IT IS - Tommy Shelby

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feminine body reader !! obviously the fire talk has a double meaning duh and there in no grace in this universe lol enjoy

the gif is the type of embrace i describe <3

Tommy kept coming back to her, wounded and dripping blood once or twice a month. He just kept coming back. It was like he couldn’t contain himself. Everytime she cleaned his open scars, he would grab her by the waist, inhaling her opium perfume, only to fall into a deep state of meditation.

“When will you start to behave?” she asked, in a soft murmur. The smell of alcohol burned his nose, so he rubbed himself in her clothes to get that warm feeling of her gourmand perfume. She smells like a sweet little treat.

His arm was around her, his face resting on her chest while she cleaned the wound on his head. He just grumbled in response, or was it a visceral laugh? It was hard to tell, she was barely awake. The fire kept on dying from the night before, the house kept growing cold.

“Your fire is dying,” he said, ignoring her question.

“My pyjamas are warm ‘nough,” she replied. That was a lie, the mere thin fabric of her dress was showing off her clavicles, almost exposing her breasts and was barely any cover from the chill winter that whipped Birmingham.

“You want me to revive it? You know I was always good–” Tommy asked, playing with the embroidery on the hem of her dress.

“Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“You’re not my boyfriend anymore, remember?”

Suddenly the wind blew in and opened a window, and whatever fire was left on the fireplace, died in that instant. She broke the embrace Tommy had on her and with a loud thud she closed the window, knowing tomorrow her neighbour upstairs would be a pain in the arse for the noise at four a.m.

Tommy stayed in silence, what was he supposed to say? “Yeah I know”? “Yippee hurray”?

“I just wanted to help,”

“Well don’t! You should have helped when I asked! Help is given when asked, not whenever you want, I am not your fuckin’ Shelby foundation, Thomas! ‘m not a child in need!” she stated.

He blinked, staring at her. The silence in the room was deafening. No coal crackling, No air coming in, no birds chirping. Just the curious moon catching a glimpse of whatever they once were, and the bright stars slowly fading away, allowing the sky to turn brighter and brighter by the second.

“Was I so hard to love, Tommy? That’s why you left me?” She poured her heart in her eyes, and he blinked again, turning his gaze away from her. Hell froze over, there it was.

Of course she realised he left. That gloomy morning he left her side and never came back, only for John to show up two weeks later to pick up some of his belongings when she was waiting for him, only him.

“Did he say anything? Is he okay?” she asked, not knowing he was breaking up with her.

“Sorry darlin’, it’s just the way it is, y’know?” he said, while leaving out the door with one of Tommy’s coats and a pair of gloves.

He was leaving something that belonged to him behind.

He was leaving his girl behind.

“You are my love,” he whispered in the quiet of the winter night “mine, all mine.” he kissed the tip of her nose. “No one will take you away from me, my girl.” He kissed her eyelids softly, while his musky and leathered perfume invaded her.

ty for reading :)

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby fic #peaky blinders fics #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby angst #peaky blinders angst

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wanderingcas · 23 days ago

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i had the weirdest dream where someone was trying to kill me so i vented to a friend (while we were hiding in the closet from aforementioned killer) about how pissed off i was that this guy was trying to murder me, how he sucks, and how I bet he doesn't have any friends because well he probably murders them

we came out of the closet because, hurray, the killer left! but then i get a letter from a lawyer sueing me for libel and the person who hired the lawyer is - you guessed it - the killer. he heard me in the closet when he was about to pull open the door and stab me, but then my cutting words stabbed him first. so he lawyered up and is taking me to court unless i formally apologize

so i sat down with this killer, inexplicably with cameras from various news stations on us, and i have to apologize for hurting HIS feelings. even though he was literally trying to murder me. and i said those things out of anger. because like. he was trying to murder me

and after i was done sincerely apologizing he said "i'm still upset. if you pay me a quarter of a million dollars in damages i'll let this case go and not sue you"

while i pondered on this, the camermen held their breath. his lawyer in the wings gives him a thumbs up. so i gave that former killer a sweet smile. i pulled a knife out of my pocket. and then i stabbed my almost-killer who is now sueing me for libel to death.

so anyway this HAS to hold meaning. this is too specific NOT TO lol

#sam rambles #here you go tumblr here's my dream!#i think i'm mad at someone

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heathersdesk · 1 year ago

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When I was investigating the Church, I told the people around me I wanted to get baptized after I'd only been to services a few times. I hadn't read much of the Book of Mormon. There were many things I didn't know or understand. But I had felt the Spirit of God and knew that this was the place where I would find God. I knew I was supposed to be baptized.

What was the response?

"You can't do that."

They didn't have missionaries. They didn't have anyone to teach me the discussions. I was coming to Church in a different place from where I lived because of where my friends, who were members and who had invited me, were living.

It got bad enough that I set a date for myself to get baptized and told them they had that long to figure it out and deal with their scruples. And they did.

Then I found out about patriarchal blessings in one of the lessons I had in Young Women. I wanted mine. I went to my branch president and told him that.

"You can't do that."

I hadn't been to church long enough. Could I wait a year? Six months?

But that's not what the lesson I was taught said. It said that if I felt like I was ready, then I could have one. So I showed up outside of my branch president's office every week for over a month to ask again. Finally, he talked to the stake president, who told him there was no rule or timeline mandated in the Handbook of Instruction that prevented me from receiving my patriarchal blessing. I finally received it 4 months after I was baptized.

Then I went to BYU. I was in one of my favorite wards I've ever attended. Everyone around me was so kind and supportive. They helped me deepen my knowledge of the restored gospel and the scriptures. And when all the young men in my classes started receiving mission calls, I wanted to as well. I felt "called to the work," and the Doctrine and Covenants said that was enough.

"You can't do that."

They didn't let women serve at 19 at the time. I had to wait. Why? Because I might get married instead. The hypothetical possibility of reserving me for a man was more important than the calling I had received from God.

I had the opportunity to serve in the temple regularly for the first time in my life. I was from an area where the temple was two hours away, which meant I got to go only a couple times a year, at most. As the only member in my family, I had many names to do. And as the endowments started piling up, I could feel the weight of my responsibility to get the names done weighing on me. I didn't have a ward full of endowed people to rely on in my student wards. It was just me. And the more I went to the temple, the more I craved that divine closeness, the spiritual support for how much harder it was for me to be a member of the Church than it was for everyone else. I was totally on my own, no support from large extended families like they had. I needed more support to come from somewhere. So I started asking to receive my endowment.

"You can't do that."

I needed to be getting married (preferably, in their minds) or serving a mission to get endowed. That was the rule at the time. It didn't matter that I already wanted to serve a mission. It would be so much more special if I could go with my husband! Didn't I see that? My life was just supposed to stay on hold for him, whoever he was. The idea that I would have a spiritual development and progression separate from his was a totally foreign idea at the time, and wasn't reason enough for me to receive my own endowment. Meanwhile, as the ordinances in my own family backed up higher and higher because I was in student wards with no access to the endowment or other endowed people, I was just stuck and alone.

Then the identity of the mysterious young man I would eventually marry was revealed to me. Hurray! And we both went on missions. We were planning our wedding. And after years of alienating my family with all the milestones of my adult life they didn't get to witness because I was *IN UTAH* thousands of miles away, I wanted to have a ring ceremony so they could at least watch me get married.

"You can't do that."

And every reason I was given, especially the one that it took away from the validity and the sacredness of my temple sealing, was later disavowed when they did away with this rule.

ALL OF THIS TO SAY, I've been in the Church for almost 18 years. I have seen so many changes come into the Church and its culture in that time. The things that were impediments to me as a young believer and convert are no longer there, in part because I left so many bloody knuckle prints on heaven's door, pleading for these things to change. Heaven bore witness to how many times I was told "You can't do that" by my own community—with shallow, indefensible reasons for why my journey needed to be so much harder and lonelier than it needed to be.

Changes like these do not come about simply by waiting. They come because the faithful, especially those who are most affected by the lack of change, keep praying and pleading with heaven for change. The hurt goes on the altar because it never should've been mine to carry. Let God witness it. Let him see, feel, and know the burdens I bore in his name, solely at the behest of my community whose reasoning for it was poor and indefensible, because it all came down to a single failure: they couldn't begin to imagine the impacts their choices were having on me. And until they could begin to understand it, they could never conceive of why their status quo needed to change. Their ignorance and desire to remain in what was familiar and comfortable was a form of bondage to me. That was true.

But what was equally true was that there was nothing wrong or evil in pushing back against all of that, with all the strength I possessed. I would live to see so many of these stumbling blocks I encountered change for those who came behind me. Young people in my church community today don't have to make many of the same choices I did anymore—and thank God for that! I called down the powers of heaven to me to witness these burdens so no one else would ever have to carry them again! I have been witness to the power that these prayers—my prayers—have had to build the kingdom of God on the earth by affecting these changes.

And we're not done. There are many more such changes that need to come to fruition , including (but not limited to) making the Church fully accessible to everyone in our community. Our LGBTQIA+ and disabled people, our women and single Saints, our marginalized, abused, and forgotten in communities of color all over this world.

The kingdom of Heaven is not built, our work is not finished, until ALL are safely gathered in. That is, until they all CAN be safely gathered in. Until all that resists unity, diversity, equity, and inclusion that will define Heaven are removed by the Saints, whose job it is to build that kingdom. To never say again to someone who is trying to come to Christ "You can't do that."

Because with enough time, and effort from the Saints, you'll find they can, in fact, do that.

#mormon #mormonism #lds #tumblrstake #the church of jesus christ of latter day saints #religion #faith #queerstake

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icallhimjoey · 1 year ago

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Explain Us

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: So, more than flatmates... but, what exactly? Would be fantastic if you would just, you know, talk about it. But communicating is not your strong suit and you're extremely certain that it's fine. Confusing and vague, but, fine.

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, a continuation of define close, no need to read it to enjoy this, though it will help! 18+ smut

Author’s note: there's an attempt at communication! hurray!

Wordcount: 3.2K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Shittest night of sleep ever? Yea. Shittest night of sleep ever.

It could not be true that in this short amount of time you no longer were able to fall asleep on your own like a normal person. That you needed another body next to you in order to let it catch you and drag you under.

But you’d barely slept. And the sleep that you did get was of the lightest variety, which barely even counted as sleep, you thought.

You had half expected maybe to wake up in Joe’s bed in the morning. Weirdly hoped that you would’ve sleepwalked right over into his room when you subconsciously heard him come home.

You had also half secretly wished that Joe would’ve made his way over and snuck into your bed upon finding his own cold and empty.

Neither happened.

Which was actually devastating.

But you had to pretend it wasn’t.

You were just flatmates, remember?

So you woke up in your own bed the same way you’d gone to sleep; by yourself, all alone, tired as fuck, and being stared at by Joe’s little plant.

Joe’s little plant that, deep sigh, desperately needed watering.

With a low grumble stuck in the back of your throat, you got up and out of bed and went to feed that little plant. Meanly whispered, “You don’t even belong here.” to it as you poured some water from the cup that held your toothbrush in your ensuite.

You immediately felt bad for it, and followed it up with a soft, “No, I’m sorry, you do. I just haven’t slept well. Sorry.”

Idiot.

Talking to a plant.

You needed some coffee.

Joe’s bedroom door was closed, which checked out, he was probably sleeping off a hangover. But halfway through breakfast, you heard the front door open and frowned in confusion. Your mind shot over who the fuck that could be besides Joe. Who else had a key beside both your mums?

But then, a sweaty, wet, rosy-cheeked Joe walked in, all out of breath, already pulling his T-shirt over his head that he then used to rub at his curls before pushing them back.

You nearly chocked on your bite of toast.

Joe smiled, still panting, and leant both arms on the island right next to you. Bent all the way down to do some stretching, and then stood up, only to lean over and take a bite from the piece of toast you were still holding.

If you’d have been more alert, you’d have moved it out of his way.

But, clearly, you were not more alert.

Not your fault, though. Clearly.

“Morning,” he grinned, breathing through flared nostrils as he chewed.

You comically blinked and checked your wrist that didn’t hold a watch for the time.

“What the... are you still drunk?”

Joe laughed as he opened the fridge, fishing out something to drink. He found a bottle of water and you watched him closely as he gulped some of it down.

“What time did you even get in?”

“Not that late,” Joe shrugged, “Two-ish, I think?”

You saw how he eyed the breakfast you were still holding, and yea, you weren’t that hungry anyway. You dropped whatever there was left onto your plate and slid it across. Joe happily went for the scraps.

“And already all alert and awake at,” you tapped your phone to actually check the time and grimaced. “Oh, never mind.”

It was nearing in on half 9.

Felt much earlier. Probably because you’d barely slept.

“You should try it,” Joe said, eyes on what he was about to shove into his mouth, all casual, like he wasn’t half naked and shiny with his own sweat. Wet curls trying to creep onto his forehead like their life depended on it. Cheeks all red and blotchy. “Come running with me sometime. Really makes you feel useful first thing.”

You scoffed at him despite how good he looked.

Shit. He looked so good.

But Joe had said that like you didn’t get up early to go to work five days a week. Like you didn’t leave him in his bed only to turn over and go back to sleep once you’d left.

“Um, I’ve been useful plenty, mind you.”

“Oh yea?”

“Watered your plant first thing.”

“My plant?”

“Your plant.”

Joe’s eyes scanned you for a second, and you almost grew shy.

“It’s in your room.”

And with that, Joe rounded the island and bent to push his face into your neck where he left a wet raspberry that made you squeal before he left for a shower.

You didn’t talk about how you’d slept in separate beds for the first time in ages. You didn’t mention how your arm had reached across several times in search of him, and how you’d felt stupid for it every single time you remembered he wasn’t there.

At least breakfast hadn’t been awkward.

He was insane for walking in like a wet dream, sure. But it was ultimately all fine.

And it wasn’t like you ever talked about anything ever before. If anything, this was as normal as it had ever been between the two of you.

So you went about your day. Had many important activities to do. All crucial business. Almost too much for just one girl, but you know, you were a real go getter.

You moved the little plant from your dresser to your windowsill where it would get some actual sunlight, and then fell asleep on the sofa to some bad TV.

Like you’d said; crucial business.

The evening came around fast, and after your shower, you found yourself sat on the floor by the foot of your bed. Your nose stung from the open bottle of nail polish remover by your feet, and you felt how it dried the absolute shit out of the skin of your toes as you’d forgotten to get the acetone free kind.

Across the hall you could hear Joe brush his teeth in the bathroom, and you silently prepared yourself for another night of shitty sleep.

You didn’t know if you could muster up a stupid excuse to sneak into his bed tonight, and after sleeping apart, it felt like there was a new threshold in place. One that was too high. If Joe wasn’t going to invite you over, you probably wouldn’t.

You’d moved onto your second foot when you heard footsteps coming closer, and then Joe appeared in the doorway to your bedroom.

Obviously, you immediately noticed him.

Didn’t mean that you also had to immediately acknowledge him, though.

You kept eyes on the task at hand, using a thumb to really push down on a cotton round that tinted pinker with every swipe.

Joe just stood there, leant against the side and you tried to imagine what Joe was looking at. You were sat on your rug like a dirty little gremlin, inhaling chemical fumes that would leave you loopy if you didn’t close that bottle soon.

You eventually cracked and went, “What?” without looking up.

You could feel Joe smile.

“Looks good there, in the window.” he commented, and that did make you look up, finally. You followed Joe’s gaze and turned to look at his crispy wave that you’d placed there.

You knew Joe was just making conversation, but you didn’t really know what to say. For a moment, it was quiet and you both just... look at the plant.

Then, you let your filter drop a second and surprised yourself when you said, “We got caught yesterday.”

You said it before you looked at him, and you were glad for it. When you did turn your head his way, he was already frowning in confusion. You were glad you hadn’t seen him go from a cheeky smile into that muddled glower.

“What do you mean?”

“I told her. Had to, tell her. She asked.”

You didn’t even say what you told her. You trusted he’d get it. So many things went unsaid with you, surely, this could be one of them.

You were right, because in true flatmate fashion, Joe didn’t ask.

Instead, you watched his face change back into a soft amusement as he lowly chuckled to himself. Looked down at his bare feet. Nodded and sighed. Visibly dropped his shoulders.

You didn’t understand what was funny.

But you also didn’t ask.

And then, Joe turned and just... left. Walked back over to his own bedroom.

What the fuck did that mean?

You should’ve just asked.

You didn’t. Of course.

You had a task to do. Two of your toenails were still red. And the skin of your fingers was starting to stain now too.

You finished up, cleared all your toenails of the chipped polish and kept your ears pricked up. You could hear Joe’s wardrobe doors slide a few times. The clinking of his metal hangers. Things being dropped to the floor.

Weird time for a wardrobe clear-out, but, you kind of got it. You’d just mentioned it for the first time... ever? In front of him. Said you’d spoken to a friend about it. You’d just told Joe you’d talked about something intimate and secret between the two of you that you had never even spoken about to each other. It was at least a little unsettling, wasn’t it?

You remembered the last time you’d gotten weird news at a similar time of day and had decided that you needed to clean the kettle at half 11 on a Thursday.

People coped how they coped.

It was fine.

You double checked if the rug had any pink marks on, were glad to find that it hadn’t even though you hadn’t exactly been very careful, when you heard Joe’s wardrobe doors slide shut.

You paused.

Waited for the noise of him getting into bed.

The rustling of his duvet.

But then he suddenly called, “You coming?” and despite yourself, you smiled. Tried to bite it into your mouth to hide it, but that made it only grow wider.

“One sec!” you called back and hoped that the excitement wasn’t so noticeable through your voice. You quickly went and made your bed, so it looked all tidy. Got rid of the dirty cotton rounds that stank up the whole room and turned off the lights before making your way over to Joe’s room.

There you saw that Joe had neatly stacked all of what was inside of his wardrobe in piles on the floor just outside the wardrobe.

Awful.

Men were messy and awful.

But men also had warm beds they wanted to share, and Joe was holding up his covers so you could go and sneak in, and so you didn’t waste any time. Snuck right in on your respective side of his bed.

And then... it was awkward.

Kind of. Maybe.

You both laid on your backs, arms above the covers, and stared up at the ceiling and... now what?

Why was this suddenly weird?

You could think of a few reasons, but they were nothing to delve into right now.

After a short moment, Joe turned his head to look at you, and so you did too. Looked at him. Saw how he looked at your shoulder. Your arms. Your chest, probably.

"Nice T-shirt."

Oh.

Yea, that was his.

“Looks good on you.”

If the goal was to make you smile, he had succeeded. With flying colours.

But then his face turned serious, and he said, “But you know, it probably would look a lot better on my bedro–”

“Shut the fuck up.”

You’d already rolled your eyes at him before he’d even finished the cheesy pick-up line and stopped him before he got to complete the punchline. It made him laugh, and you were quick to roll yourself half-way over him because how could you not kiss that pretty mouth shut?

And this was it.

This was the answer.

All hints at awkwardness vanished the moment you pressed your lips to his.

The moment Joe’s arms wrapped around you.

The moment he kept you in place with a tight grip, right on top of him.

The moment he let a hand wander to grab at your ass.

The moment he encouraged you to alleviate some pressure over one of his thighs.

When you felt how hard he was.

When you lost all control over your breathing.

Felt how Joe kept holding his, only to release it in shudders every couple of inhales.

You had never had actual sex before. No, wait, you did. What you had seen and felt and tasted of each other already did also count as actual sex. But it had all been hands, fingers, mouths. You'd never let Joe inside with more than his fingers. Twice his tongue.

Joe was just as aware.

He was happy to just make out for a while. Touch your tits. Help you ride his thigh. Have you sneak a hand into his boxers after, to make things wet and sticky inside of the cotton.

You know. Normal flatmate things.

But you kind of wanted more.

You’d never had more, and Joe’s hands were good. His fingers were nice. No complaints at all. But you wanted more.

Joe stilled when you pulled him out of his boxers. Pushed them down a little to reveal all of him.

"Are you–..." Joe whispered, and it was so soft, you could barely hear it over your own breathing.

You were already lining yourself up.

"Wait– are you sure you want– did you– ahmm..." Joe let his head fall back into his pillow and groaned when you used him to rub at yourself. To make yourself feel good a second.

Drove him fucking insane.

You liked that.

Liked how Joe so easily showed you the effect you had on him.

Liked how audible he was when you pressed him there a little harder. Moved him there a little faster. He almost sounded pained.

He started looking more and more like he did that morning when he’d come back from his run.

“Are you sure?” you teasingly asked when you moved him to where he could slip inside with just a simple thrust of his hips.

Joe made eye-contact and you laughed at the deadpan sarcastic glare you got. Of course he was sure, were you fucking joking?

Your laughter died fast as Joe did exactly what you wanted and pushed up, slipping inside.

“Shit.” You moaned.

“Yea, shit.” Joe confirmed.

And yea.

This could be a new flatmate thing.

Sure.

Riding your flatmate was fine.

So normal.

You cuddled on the sofa and had pizza together because it brought the both of you comfort.

And this brought comfort all the same, didn’t it?

Made your legs cramp a bit quicker, sure, but intimacy was intimacy and if you both liked it, then why not?

What was stopping you?

Joe came first.

Gargled, “Oh fuck!” before pulling you up to free himself, and it fucking went everywhere.

His fault, he panted, followed by a quick apology. He shouldn’t have held onto your waist to keep you in place and shouldn’t have started thrusting up into you like a fucking animal, he explained.

You didn’t mind.

Joe coming first didn’t feel like a mistake.

It was actually kind of hot that he got so into it that he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Maybe not the sperm exploding over fucking everything, but you knew Joe didn’t think this flatmate activity was done until you’d orgasmed as well. That was how it had worked up until then, anyway.

You expected him to maybe get his hands in between your legs, and you were already sort of moving into a position to make that easy work for him, but then Joe surprised you when he said, “Go get your toy.”

You froze and looked at him.

“No?” he asked when he saw your face.

“I– What? Have you snooped–... wait. Do not answer that.”

Joe had never snooped. Wasn’t a snooper. He still didn’t know where most the things in your kitchen were kept.

That meant that he’d heard it.

Mortifying.

But there was no time to feel mortified.

Joe nodded his head towards your room, casually said “Go get it, let me play.”

And, okay. Fine.

Joe was allowed to play.

Twice.

Joe got to play twice.

He pushed for a third time, but you had to put your foot down. Had to push his arms away from you pleadingly.

Too much.

Good though.

This was definitely going to be a new flatmate thing. You’d personally see to it. Surely, Joe was on the same page.

You got a kiss to a sweaty temple and were instructed to put that toy back, go for a wee, have a sip of water, and come back to bed.

You did as you were told, body still buzzing when you got back in between his covers where you saw Joe reach for his phone and set an alarm.

Half 6.

“Are you going to get up early to feel ‘useful first thing’ again?” you joked, moving your hair to where it wouldn’t hurt when you lied down on Joe’s pillow.

Joe huffed a laugh and placed his phone on his bedside table before saying, “If I were, would you join me?”

“No.” you simply said as Joe turned around and pulled you closer. “But change it to a walk, and it’s a strong maybe from me.”

Joe cuddled up close and used his nose to push at your cheek until there was enough space there for him to burrow into your neck.

“No, you’re the worst to go on walks with,” he mumbled all close to your ear.

That tickled you, and you giggled as you acted outraged. “What?”

“You have zero spatial awareness,” said the boy who was giving you zero personal space at the moment. “You keep bumping into me every four steps, it’s so annoying.”

You laughed and tried pushing him away, but it only made him burrow deeper.

It was quiet for a second then.

Just his breathing in your ear.

Darkness surrounded you and, shit, it was so nice to have an arm over your waist. A leg pushed in between yours. You never wanted to sleep alone again.

Maybe you could just turn your room into a huge walk-in wardrobe.

Or an office.

Joe could read scripts and practice lines in there, and then this bedroom wouldn’t have clothes all over the floor like it did now.

Maybe you’d talk about it tomorrow.

You felt like you’d made a good attempt at communication today.

Baby steps, you know?

“Well,” you whispered, ready to let yourself drift off into a deep sleep. “Enjoy your run all alone by yourself, then, loser. Good night.”

You felt Joe’s stomach tense with silent laughter as he squeezed you even closer to him. You used a lone finger to trail soft lines up and down the arm that held you. It took mere seconds for you to feel how it gave him goosebumps there.

It was disgusting how you were about to fall asleep with a smile plastered onto your face.

Absolutely vile.

You fucking loved it.

“M’not going for a run,” Joe then replied on the back end of a sigh, of a sleepy satisfied hum, words slightly slurry with how close to falling asleep he already was.

This was the good stuff.

All warm.

All cosy, toasty and so stupidly comfortable.

His face in your neck and your body surrounded by all of his.

Sheer bliss.

“I’m moving tomorrow.”

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The Taglisted

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taglist currently full, sorry

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beatrixst0nehill · 4 months ago

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Alice rubbed her belly, flaunting her pregnant form eagerly. "Soooo, this is very exciting. H-Hey guys, surprise! I'm pregnant.... My parents basically gave me an ultimatum. Either detransition or start pumping out kids. Like.... I was thinking of just detransing, like what trans girl doesn't pump her cock thinking of that??? But I chickened out and said I wanted to start breeding! Granted, I was bringing home a new guy or three.... or five.... basically every night. And my parents had to listen to me giggle and moan and get my fat, girly ass pounded for hours, all the while having to deal with the walls shaking and hearing their spoiled princess get spanked and smacked around. I think they really regret talking me into transitioning but it's too late now!

I actually received an already-pregnant womb. Allegedly I'm six months along but I've only had this womb for three months. The hospital got it out of some ditzy college girl who was testing experimental fuck machines. A student cranked it up when she was testing it on her ass and it scrambled her guts. Soooo, lucky me? Is this big for six months? I feel like it is. My doctors assured me everything is normal and it's becoming very common for trans girls to become breeders!

There is one teeny tiny problem. So, they gave me a choice when daddy brought me in to get my womb. Either they don't do anything and my belly just gets bigger and bigger with no birth canal until the hospital scoops me off the street to give me a C-section, or they give me a birth canal. I thought the first answer sounded a bit scary. Apparently it's pretty popular and really exciting for the girls to see how long they can last without getting dragged to the ER and having their kids scooped out. I asked for a birth canal. Ummm, let me just show you."

Alice removed her baggy skirt, lifting her cock with great heft, hanging down to her knees. She slapped it onto the table in front of her camera. It was even thicker than her upper arms, totally swollen, with a gorgeous head the size of her fist and the color of her lips, its urethra drooling precum. "Look at this!" Alice stroked her cock, reaching forward, slipping four fingers into it with ease. "Oh fuck, it feels so good! Look, I can fist my cock! I may or may not be encouraging guys to fuck it, too....... My balls are gigantic, too. How am I supposed to stay a girl with balls the size of grapefruits??? Ugh, I swear I must cum a gallon a day at least, it's unbearable how bad my erections get after only an hour or two without sex or masturbating. I'm told it's a similar level of horniness to most cis pregnant girls. Hurray, I guess?

I am also on very high doses of estrogen to keep my hormones in check, but still! My cock used to be like five inches, and my balls were like marbles. My doctor says they're almost finished growing but I'm not sure I believe him. Either way us trans girls with wombs are apparently kept pregnant by the state. I thought I'd have to go out and get fucked but nope! I have no choice. I'll be kept pregnant forever now, forced to push as many kids as possible out of my 'birthing shaft' as they call it. Since technically it's too big to actually fuck girls with. Doesn't stop them from trying. I get soooo many pregnant girls who excitedly approach me, feeling my belly, asking how far along I am, or to see how swollen my pussy looks, only to lift my dress or skirt and they gasp..... Then these girls take it as a challenge, trying to suck it, stroking it, bending over and begging me to 'try my hardest to ram it in their holes'. It's kinda fun getting so much attention from girls all of a sudden but it's exhausting, too. And I'm only six months? How do girls walk with such giant bellies???

Oh well, another four months or so until the big day. I'll definitely be filming it. Hopefully my cock can withstand pushing out so many kids. I can't wait to try! I feel like even at this side my poor cock might burst trying to do this but I promise to put on a good show either way! I love being pregnant, and hopefully this is the first of many more! ❤️"

#preggophilia #trans pregnant #mtf pregnant #pregnant kink #huge pregnant belly #birth kink #mtf breeding #mtf preggo #mtf cock growth

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bibibbon · 10 months ago

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I'm really curious if people in the bnha subreddit know the meaning of character development when they say Bakugou changes and has better character development. Whenever I hear this sentence I'm like where tf is the change & development. He is the same guy he was from chapter 1. The only difference I've seen is he shouts less but that's it.

His apology to izuku was shit, his whole talk right after the apology about izuku's chosen path and ideals and how he was asking izuku to rely on him and shitty 1A was pure BS. The 2nd war proved how pathetic Bakugou and 1A were against AFO and my boi Shiggyband it also proved that Izuku was right to go vigilante and his reasons for doing it alone were right.

Also leading 1A's confrontation against Izuku, he never once took accountability for Izuku's mental state. Instead he blamed it on the one person who supported and was actually a positive influence to Izuku. He never opened up to anyone about how he abused and suicide baited Izuku.

He was being a prick to Fuyumi in the endeavour agency arc. Treated his team as lackeys and underlings in the JT arc. Bitched about how he wasn't included in the OFA meeting and disrespected the previous OFA holders. It was irritating that All might didn't tell him to get out for disrespecting Nana. Anyone other than Bakugou would've been a better sparring partner for Izuku during his blackwhip training.

Took izuku out and used him as his punching bag while gaslighting him for not revealing about OFA. Also why and how was he an inspiration to 1A when he didn't do shit for them. It should have only been Izuku.

Goes after the villains and gets himself captured even though he knew he was a prime target for LOV.

And why was he targeted by LOV? Thanks to his overall behaviour and track record from the sports festival fights with Uraraka and Shoto.

Even after knowing shoto's trauma, he still was being a POS to him.

They said he respected Uraraka in the sports festival but before the fight he told her to give up, looked down on her and never saw her as a threat. He was unnecessarily dragging the fight instead of ending it and used excess force in his explosion when it wasn't necessary considering it was just a sport and not a life or death battle. He later says "time to get serious" which means he never took her seriously which debunks Aizawa's claims and validates the audience's criticism of him. Even after the fight he still went and asked izuku if izuku had given a plan to her. This means he never thought Uraraka was capable of devising a strategy. So where was the respect in all this.

The subreddit always said he started to develop after the USJ arc but all the above arcs happened after USJ and none of them showed that he developed.

Hori literally bends the narrative to favour his pet and the bnha subreddit says "hurray character development", "he changed".

People actually claim that bakugo somehow started changing after the usj arc?!?! Really!!!

I personally don't think bakugo's character has had that big of a change at best I can say that he shouts a bit less but other than that there isn't much. The only reason that people think bakugo has changed is because the narrative tries to frame it that way and whenever bakugo does something that's outright wrong like punching Izuku it's painted as "oh that's just bakugo" or it's made into a gag that we are supposed to dismiss or laugh at.

In my opinion it's not just MHA subbredit that believes in bakugo's "amazing" redemption and arc but it's a good chunk of the MHA fandom in general. Heck I remember coming across a post that showed how bakugo changed and @sapphic-agent debunked the post (Iam glad she did and she done it really well)

If bakugo were to properly be developed than a good chunk of his arc should be to develop out of his rivalry or his need for one.

#mha #mha critical #bnha critical #bnha #horikoshi critical #thanks for the ask #bhna critical #thanks for the ask!#thanks anon #thanks anon!#anti bakugo #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugou katsuki #anti bakugou #bakugo critical

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johnssilverhammer · 3 months ago

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~ Continuation of Obsessive!John x fem!reader ~

(This don’t count as #3)

Suddenly you felt a hand grab our arm, you spun around in confusion to come face to face with John. He was a little flushed looking and made intense eye contact for a good 5 seconds when he broke the silence. “Im sorry for not answering, honestly. I’m so so sorry, y/n.” He said the words with such a sincerity that didn’t seem appropriate for the situation, I mean why was he apologizing like his life depended on it? You stammered out “Oh, well- hah. You’re fine John, there’s no need to be so sorry. I forgive you.” You tried not to seem freaked out and thankfully John was still staring, not noticing your tone. “That’s a relief, thank you for forgiving me, I won’t ignore you again I swear!” John smiled sheepishly and turned the arm holding to a handshake. You shook his hand and smiled back at him.

Just seeing you smiling back at him was like fireworks, he couldn’t get enough of it. “I better get going now, for real. Bye now Johnny!” You took your hand away and waved as you walked out the door. John felt like he was just ripped from heaven in that moment. As soon as you were out of site his heart felt vacant. He strolled back to the boys who were talking about something. John pressed his ear against the door and heard his name, he strained his ears to try and hear them better. “Lads, did anybody else notice how John was acting just then, when he ran after y/n and nearly scared the poor thing half to death?” He heard Ringo start. “Yea, it was pretty creepy if you ask me..I mean no offense y’know.” Paul added. No words could explain how pissed John was in that moment hearing his friends talk badly about him. ‘Creepy? As if..’ John thought as he walked in on George as he started saying something.

When John barged in their voices became hushed and then turned into silence. John walked over to his seat and picked back up his guitar he left lying when he ran to you, slightly side eyeing the boys. His face noid of expression. “Uhmm, shall we pick back up where we left off on boys?” Paul broke the silence. His attempt to cut through the tension filling the air. “Sure. Fine by me.” John shortly answered louder than he anticipated. Intimidating the rest of them. George and Ringo shared nervous glances between themselves.

*later that evening after practice hurray*

The rest of the practice went fairly well besides how quiet it was, other than the music of course, without John’s jokes, the laughter that ensued, the banter, and lively chatter. It was too awkward for anyone to really talk about something random when John heard the boys calling him creepy. Not to mention George getting his opinion interrupted by John walking in on them. John walked with his hands in his pockets, thinking of you still. He would hate to admit it out loud but you have taken his heart and is always on his mind. He was wandering down the street when he came across a little quaint pub. The smell of alcohol and tobacco was so alluring he just had to stop by.

The place wasn’t very nice but it wasn’t a pigsty exactly either. Not exactly his type of place but he’s gonna take what he can get at this point. John sat on the wobbly barstool taking it all in, his environment, the practice earlier, and his last interaction with you. How he missed it. He called over the bartender and ordered a Brandy Alexander, his go to drink. And maybe a shot or two..or four. The warm feeling of the drink entering his system reminded him of you in a cynical way. As he drowned himself in liquor, you were flooding his mind with every sip. The rest of the world seemed to slip away and was just him, the drinks, and his thoughts. To him what seemed like a good 30 minuets was actually 2 hours that slipped by. I guess when you’re daydreaming you really don’t keep track of time or how many you’ve downed. By the time he noticed most of the people gone or blacked out he took it upon himself to get out of there.

(Quick a/n sorry but why am I actually cooking? Hold up. Oh also I can’t for the life of me write drunk people so don’t cook me for how I write John speaking 😭)

The streetlight flicker as he made each sloppy step towards his house. Or what he thought was his house.

You are awoken to the sound of something down stairs, go groggily get up to go check whatever it is. You see a horrifying sight, a random figure trying to open your door. You try to get a better look at the person until you hear. “Ssstupid bloody thingg! Open on up door! LLet Johnny in -his house now!!” You recognize the voice as John, drunk obviously. Relief sets in. You open the door and he nearly falls on you, as he was putting all his weight onto the door trying to push it. “John! What are you doing here??” You whisper yell at the wobbly man. “Ttrying- to get home! But- wait.. why are you in my housee??” He says a little too loud for your liking, flailing his arms around trying to further prove his point. You ignore his fighting that he was in his home as you usher him to the couch. “Heyy! Put me in me- own bed!” He sluggishly said as he sat down on the plush couch. “Hush Johnny, calm down! It’s too late be be this loud..” You say as you try to call him down. You hear a sound of defeat. You turn around and head twoard the bathroom to get him a trash can so your carpenters don’t get ruined from vomit, hearing him speaking to himself slurring his words too much to hear. You make your way back to the living room and see him passed out.

*a day or two after*

Ever since John came bursting down your door that one night you’ve been noticing things missing or just in different places. You live alone so no one else could have moved the items but you. You start thinking you’ve gone crazy trying to keep track of everything incase it goes missing. Meanwhile your questioning of sanity, John has been having an active night-life. As he calls it. He comes to practices late saying that his alarm clock didn’t go off or he didn’t get much sleep the night before. All these excuses make Paul very curious as to what his friend is up to at night.

One night Paul decides to keep a close eye on Lennon after a practice to see, really what his plans are after hours. This day, John immediately went home after practice and stayed there till dark. Then Paul watched carefully from a patch of thick brush as John, dressed in all black, made his way toward your house. Paul couldn’t belief his eyes when as he watched John peered through your windows and climbed in. He was appalled at the sight of it.

(Another cliffhanger Ik buttttt I’m gonna write a George one like litteraly right after I post this so hurray) (uhh mb for the yappachino hahaha)

#john lennon #the beatles #beatles reference #beatlemania #the beatles x reader #john lennon x reader #yayyy

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tiamat-zx · 8 months ago

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"What was unsaid will remain so. How can I live with that? How can anyone?"

That was what Vax needed to hear to finally stop running.

And boy, am I glad that of all the moments to have them reconnect, it was this:

"I don't want to be alone tonight, do you?"

"I haven't wanted to be alone most nights."

Also, damn. That kiss was well animated. She knew what she wanted. Get it Kiki!

And hurray that Vax didn't fumble for once.

That said, yeah, those three episodes were such a roller coaster. Throw away the old map, we drafting a new one!

#critical role #keyleth #vax'ildan #vaxleth #the legend of vox machina #tlovm s3 #tlovm season 3 #tlovm spoilers

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miss-tarja · 6 months ago

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The Immorality of Love (Pt. 5)

Duke! Miguel O'Hara x Courtesan! Reader

Warnings: Implicit classism, character introduction, mild sexual tension, emotional distress, Victorian Era Customs, tension, a dash of suspense.

Summary: Royals keep testing your patience.

Previous Series Masterlist

A/N: To inaugurate this new account, here's part 5 :'). Thanks for staying, and reading! Reblogs and comments much appreciated!

As soon as you stepped out of the carriage, a soft gust of wind caressed your skin, tickling the now standing hairs of your nape in a playful motion. You didn't know if it was mere anxiety or your brain playing tricks on you for it to believe you were in danger.

Miguel's hefty steps echoed behind you, crunching the gravel under his leather soles, but you were too deep in thought, admiring the view to notice him standing next to you. There was little that managed to surprise you in life, growing through hardships had desensitized your conscience to an extent, merely to protect your own sake, but the sight before your eyes forced you to keep quiet and behold the exquisite architecture in the area.

Royal Villas were something you and Aveline once fantasized of visiting, either from afar or from a formal invitation by one of their elite members. And now here you were, watching the staff neatly dressed in black and white and ruffles, running around with luggage and other activities through every corner your eyes managed to reach.

Crisp and perfectly symmetrical cut bushes adorned the main path leading to the two floored manor. Ivory statues were strategically put along the path with horses, soldiers, busts and other things you'd later have the time to properly take a look at whatever thing that came into view. But the fountain before you snatched all your attention in a go, adding the final touch to your awe and stealing your breath. If Miguel's property was beautiful, this one screamed power from every corner. It was royalty in its most natural form.

We did it Aveline

"Guess the prince outdid himself this time." Miguel's voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he offered his arm. You took it, naturally. Letting the staff to carry your luggage inside. Their looks and hushes increased when you touched Miguel, as if trying to pry every little secret from you with their keen gazes.

"Don't pay mind to them." Miguel adjusted his hat and you chuckled.

"Hard to not when I know I'm being watched."

You were sure that if allowed, you'd be interrogated by them until their curiosity was satisfied. But even so, they weren't the ones that worried you. A couple of men approached, looking like they were about to get photographed for a fine portrait. Neatly dressed with fine silk, cotton and linens, and lovely pretending smiles.

A blond with his hair slicked to the side, tall, muscly built with a soft face, laughed at whatever the lanky black man next to him spoke. His wick locks were slicked back, elegant and nattily combed in a bun without losing their rebel-ish look, a silent gasp escaped your mouth when you noticed a couple of piercings in his ears and face. Your back straightened as soon as Miguel moved towards them. A bold hand of his rested briefly ontop of your gloved ones, keeping an eye to the upcoming men.

"Relax. They're just spending the staying as well." He mumbled while tightening his grip on you for a couple of seconds. His warmth leaving your hand as soon as he reached for his hat and tipped it towards the young men.

The blond one smiled genuinely at Miguel and stretched his hand firmly.

"I couldn't believe my ears when Prince Harry said he'd invite you over, sir." The blond smacked gently the black man's stomach and beamed. "I told you he'd come!"

"Meaning more unnecessary time at the table to know more about the lad's life, hurray."

Miguel couldn't help but chuckle ever softly at the pierced man's smeering words, cause he spoke nothing but truths.

"This is Count Ben Reilly." Said man bowed elegantly and you returned the gesture, "And Baron Hobart Brown."

Even though you noticed the baron's lip twitching at his full given name, he just nodded your way. "Rather Hobie, my'lady."

"Violet Cain. Pleasure to meet you both." You bowed briefly and Miguel offered you his arm again.

"Is the round table gathered yet or there's people's still missing?" Miguel asked as you all walked towards the manor. The soft scent of flowers tickled your nose, filling your lungs with a much needed gulp of fresh air. City's life had been everything but suffocating and full of death, it's smell still lingered in your system.

"Some are coming, albeit later, but don't worry, sir. The Prince has made sure to have everyone comfortable this time. The renovations are done and there's much more space in the gardens." Ben spoke calmly, his smile never leaving his features that oddly, resembled lot of Count Peter. The only difference would be his hair color and the younger yet melancholic appearance.

"Speak of the devil and he shall apear." Mumbled Miguel as none other than the prince himself, Harry Osborn, walked down the stairs with a surprised beam in his face. You were about to bow but Miguel prevented you from such thing with a discreet shake of his head.

"Duke O'Hara! The man in the flesh!" Miguel bowed his head slightly and gave Harry a firm handshake, despite he upper royal attempting a hug on his end. "Good heavens, to who I must thank for you to showing up and grace us all with your presence?" His eyes immediately landed on you, raking you with his demanding stare from head to toes. "Who is this lovely woman, your grace?"

Miguel's countenance relaxed for a moment and gestured your way with a leather covered hand, "Lady Violet Cain, my companion, your highness."

Au contraire of Ben and Hobie, The prince took your gloved hand and kissed the back of your palm softly. His grip wasn't strong, neither weak. But rather a punctual amount of force enough to let you know he was in charge of all of it. Yet his lips remained a second too long on the gloved surface.

"A pleasure to meet you, my lady. If you are the one I must thank for having this hermit of a man in my little getaway, I think I might invite you often as well."

A polite and demure laugh left your lips. "Thank you for letting us stay, my lord. I'm sure these days will be worthwhile."

"We'll see about that, My lady. You see, your companion here never stays past two days, would you be so kind to help me make him abide the whole week?."

Miguel's nose flared, it could be mistaken as a chuckle, but the Duke knew better than to underestimate the prince's wit. It was his subtle way to order him to stay until the trip was done. Which meant a few obvious things, business and bad news.

"Of course, my lord."

With a smile, Prince Harry left. Leaving you alone with Miguel once more, but the pleasantries weren't done yet. The Duke introduced you to other people that gathered in the entrance, with disbelieving eyes at his mere presence. Some of them looked genuinely relieved to be there, as if also needing a change of pace and milieu, others just seized your every move, stalking each of your movements and words.

One in particular stood out from the rest. Dressed in dark colors, with platinum hair or white, you couldn't tell properly, combed into a stylish hairdo, and blue eyes, stalked you as Miguel introduced you to most except her. And just as she was about to introduce herself, Miguel shot her a brief glare, a clear sign to stay away, which earned him a discreet smirk from the white haired woman.

His hand on your lower back urged you to move towards the stairs before the questions from the other royals and their companions began, which you were grateful for. Their constant stalking didn't go unnocitced by neither of both, but it was a calculated risk you had forseen.

"A bit more and they strip me naked before them." You mumbled, walking with mechanical grace through the stairs and Miguel chuckled, letting the stares to follow you both. "Are they always this nosy?"

"Much worse than you think. Quick heads up." He opened the door of your shared room and let you in. "Try to keep it curt with the lady in black."

"Oh? Is she a past lover?"

"Sorta." He removed his hat and coat, "My ex is currently moving out of my villa as we speak."

You shook off the shawl and sat in the nearest chair available. The room had a wonderful sight through the window, leaving the state's territory at your gaze's disposal. Gardens and a rose maze dressed up the left and your best guess of what could be the social areas remained to your right, full of trees and tables.

"Ah. Mine was found in the river after a couple days of not coming home."

Miguel's whole body stopped, his face tuned and contorted into a mildly disturbed stare your way, "What?" But deapanned while you tittered at his reaction.

"Works every damn time." You smiled but quickly gathered your bearings,"Who cut loose who?"

"She dumped me in my birthday, so... go figure. And did he? What happened?" Silence fell on your lips, but your eyes glinted with a mild and almost-there lick of sadness, but as quick as it came, it vanished with a deep sigh as you sat on the plush and expensive vanilla smelling loveseat.

"What did you do to get her spite like that? And nothing gruesome, that's sure."

"Didn't give her time. Was too busy with work." His brows puckered ever softly as he rested against a table and kept himself quiet. Urging you to speak through his silence. The brief yet intense exchange of stares was enough for you to smirk almost ironically.

"He just woke up one day and out of the blue decided that he could strive for something better. Guess the streets were rubbing too much on me for his likings."

"Where did you meet him?"

"On a dress factory I used to work at. He started courting me. We worked out for a bit, he tried to get me out of the streets, but there were bills to pay and none of us earned enough to live as we wanted."

"How long is a bit?"

"My, you're quite the curious man, your grace. I don't recall bringing this sort of personal approach in our contract."

He huffed while putting the heaviest luggage in your room. Although you got paired together, the room you were staying had separate accommodations. You on the right and Miguel to the left. The little living room with the chimney and the thick stony walls were the only thing separating you.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It's a boring story, really."

"So you just spice it up by saying he got murdered?"

"Well, people are skeptical whenever a prostitute falls in love, they... tend to forget that we're humans too, but we're often vilified if we dare to feel beyond pleasure." You mumbled while straightening your cleavage, but his eyes remained in your face as you kept speaking, "For some reason there's a misconception that we can't fall under Cupid's radar, and whatever gesture we do remotely close to affection is thought out as of mere interest into our client's wallet."

"Pardon my prejudice, but isn't that true?" His head tilted

"It varies from woman to woman. Can't generalize. It's is true that I'm just there for my client's money. But playing such a cold and hollow-hearted game with the clientele, such as making them fall for me to get benefits, is where I draw a line."

"Well, at least I'm glad to know our intentions are laid out, Violet."

"Likewise. I like being straightforward with my sponsors. Saves lots of trouble. That's why I don't engage in intimate acts like kissing anyone in the mouth. That's too personal for my likings."

"Sounds like you're cautious."

"I rather the term selective. Not everyone is worth a kiss or worse. A heart."

"For how long did you last with him?"

"A year and couple of months."

"Isn't that more than enough time to get married and the like?"

"I know. But it didn't work out. Again, It's not for everyone. If it worked like that, many of us wouldn't be here in the first place. If you think about it, if we gathered all the people in the world and made the right questions, we'd find out that the times love has actually worked out for someone, is scarce, hence they'd be a minority."

His eyes darted with barely contained curiosity at your factual observations. His brain tingled for a bit with a rush of dopamine the more you spoke.

"And the rest a big majority playing pretend. Love is truly not for everyone and not everyone deserves it. But enough on the past. What the plans are for today?"

"Dinner is at 6. Don't change clothes, rest if you wish to."

"Yes, your grace."

"Please, call me Miguel."

"Wouldn't that be impolite to call you by your given name before royalty?" Your brows furrowed as you stood

"It'll make it more convincing." He shrugged, "I'll be in the other room, knock if you need something."

"Thanks, Miguel."

His eyes lingered for more than a couple of seconds before retiring for his chambers. The getaway had just begun, and so the tab for keeping his patience afloat.

The sun had died behind the never ending�� dashing taints of yellow, pink and purple, leaving the room full of golden. A golden that poured onto your skin wherever it could reach, adding the perfect amount of Midas touch into your overall beauty.

Miguel had slipped in your room after knocking several times but heard no response, just to find you sleeping, something he noticed slipped from you often, not that he could reprove you from such thing, considering all things happening in your life. Sure, beautiful was one of the first things coming to his mind upon describing you, but the appeal seemed to enhance when you were fully rested.

Despite grief taking a hold on you. Your mood and eloquence improved, he also noticed. And now this. The sun painted your cheeks, part of your neck and the top of your cleavage, a subtle but ethereal sight. For once he took the time to admire the woman he had hired, to scrutiny you further and properly. The previous conversation and your insight about such intense feeling as love, had made his brain tingle in ways he only got whenever finding a good crossword in the newspaper.

It showed him another layer of you hidden within the hardened by grief exterior. A great conversationalist by nature when pressing the right buttons and asking the right questions.

His eyes raked over your breathing pattern. Calm, peaceful, and deep, like it would be the last proper sleep you'd ever have and you seized every chance you had. He knew much on the lifestyle your kin led, and wouldn't blame you for actually wanting to rest instead of entertaining him. But you also needed to eat, cause although having a break was good, so was not starving youself. And he was sure your body would need it after spending most of the evening in doze off mode.

So here he was, too enraptured in the sight before him and his thoughts that forgot his reason to invade your privacy in the first place. A maid had been kind enough to announce him that dinner was ready. And it was the perfect excuse for you to learn a few quick things before anything else happened, but also have your perspective on things he'd ask later. A lingering tingle roamed his brain and his lips pulled in an invisible smile.

"Violet." He called and no response.

It was almost heartbreaking to interrupt your sleep, but if you kept it going, that would only make him more suspicious on your health. He made a mental note to recommend you to his personal doctor later. Sadly he couldn't cure the wounds the mourning left recently on you, but he could make the ache less heavy and wounding.

"Violet." He called again, shaking you gently by your shoulders, and his breath caught in his throat when your eyes fluttered open, slowly to finally widen, startled.

"My goodness..." Your hand curled on your chest, trying to soothe the sudden alert that jolted you awake. Miguel's hands rose in defense as he backed up a step. "You startled me."

What horrors plagued your mind despite the good rest? Which misfortune hunted your mind to the point of shutting your brain off to avoid the constant feeling of it? What exactly had happened way back before you went to his home? What had you seen?

His eyes blinked away and left space for you to sit down.

"My apologies, dinner is ready."

"I'm not hungry" You shook your head and fluffed out the pillow as if readying it for a round two of sleep.

"Violet." the implicit warning in his tone made you sigh.

"I swear, my lord. I'm not. I'm just tired."

Saddened actually.

But such thought wasn't leaving your mouth, ironically, you were tired of feeling grief and loss to obsess over you, making you their main target from quite the while now. And they often left you exhausted. Yet Miguel understood, or at least had the vague idea of what grieving looked and felt like. His mother's burial service was a good example of it.

All he wanted to do was sleep, drink or bury himself into work, despite the stormy and tumultuous relationship with Conchata. Despite the years of suffering and carrying the burden of being her son. Conchata was known for being a firm and selective woman that tended her hand only to those that deemed worthy of it, often neglecting the outer districts. A mess he was set into fix one way or another.

"You'll feel even worse if you don't eat something. I'll tell the maids to bring our food."

"Wouldn't that bring you trouble? Skipping meals with them, I mean."

"My presence here is more than enough for them, and since everyone is either holed up or also tired, the dining hall will be empty. And I've got to show you some other things for you to get familiar with."

With a groan, you lifted your upper torso to sit down and sighed, "Hasn't it been enough etiquette by now?"

"It's not etiquette. A tour. So you need energies for it as I expect you to attend." His fingers fiddled with his sleeves, rolling them up, offering you the sight of his well worked forearms.

"Or... let's eat here and we figure out what to do later."

"Dios mio, qué terca eres. But let's make it your way for this time, Violet." (God, you're so stubborn)

"If it was my way completely, we wouldn't be talking. Don't get me wrong, your... Miguel." You corrected and cleared your throat. "I'm not a fan of feeling I'm not properly winning my money."

"That can be arranged. You said others my age talked with you. So, humor me. Let's talk."

Your brow tilted, confused as he took a brief break to ask for the food to the nearby maid he found in the hall, then returned before you.

"You want... to talk." A fleeting shrug shrunk his shoulders in response, "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Yourself. For example, you seem to be quite smart." Your brow furrowed at his phrasing and he pinched his nosebridge at your sudden discomfort, "I-I'm not saying you're not smart, just-" That earned a giggle from you.

"Tell me something. How long have you been without company? Like, talked to a woman beyond formalities and thigs like that?" You stood and approached him, the hem of your skirt swayed back and forth as you walked. His lip pursed in a mild scowl and his eyes darted away, avoiding meeting your scrutinizing gaze, ashamed enough for his silence to be the answer." Yeah, I thought so."

You circled him, evaluating his tense form with critical eyes, grazing your fingers to wherever surface they could reach, sensing how he tensed and jerked under your touch, how his fingers twitched upon feeling the warmth you delivered in spirited strokes, "Ironically your... attentions on that night we first met dictated the opposite."

The batting of your lashes and your palms resting on his middle torso had his throat bobbing ever softly, almost imperceptibly as he seized you from the corner of his eyes. His ears however turned the softest shades of pink upon your observation, not fond of being exposed easily. You on the other hand, didn't want to reminisce in your most recent life changing events and mourning, too exhausted and drained to dwell into them, so causing an inner havoc in him was your best interest at the moment. He amused you.

"A good job, I suppose?" His eyes twinkled with a subtle thrill despite his eyes remaining in faux boredom when you smirked.

"The best one so far."

And that was enough to crack his facade and have his magnetic eyes rake your form before giving you a little smile as he tipped your chin upwards, clashing your gaze against his persistent one. A rush of expectation soared through your body, making your lips part with a silent sigh of anticipation.

"You got a fascinating way to curl around the truth, Florecita." He chuckled when your eyes furrowed softly at the nickname, "But we're talking about you. Not me." (Little flower)

Your eyes rolled, disappointed he didn't followed your coquetry, "That's a shame, cause I've got nothing much to talk about."

"Didn't have you for a liar, Violet." It was his turn to smirk.

Your jaw clenched as you removed yourself from his touch, your eyes not leaving him for a second, a curious glint shadowed them. How dared he to pry even further into your already cracked walls? Moreover, how dared he to care? But a job was job, and you were here for work. He was your ticket to a new life after all.

"I think I might like that tour now."

A chuckle was everything that left his mouth, although he was set into pulling some information about you, he rather get the walk. Something was better than nothing. The room reminded him of his own back at Babylon Manor. A bit too claustrophobic for his likings.

"Let's eat first, and then we'll go."

"Yes, sir."

The long halls of the property stretched into neverending doors containing room after room. If you had counted ten, you had barely started. It gave you a wider picture as to why you had seen more staff members than royalty itself. Miguel had shown you a bit of important places.

The entertaining room, with a bunch of books and chairs scattered around, the pool room where men gathered to smoke and drink. The projection room where you probably watch a bunch of pictures taken all over the world. And of course, the rose maze. A place where most loved to get lost to purposely not be found.

The other royals remained on their rooms, others were in the dining hall, having their dinner after a couple of drinks to warm up their expensive bellies. A couple of heedless moans echoed from prince Harry's room as you passed underneath his balcony.

"Is he always like this?" Your nose scrunched in disbelief

"A day where he isn't fucking you'll know some thing's wrong with him." He huffed and turned to the left. A gust of wind hit you with the delicate smell of roses. "Don't indulge him too much with conversations. Actually? don't give him a chance to think you're here to sleep with him."

"Oh heavens, no." Your nose scrunched up again, but this time in disgust," I actually pass opportunities to sleep with royals whenever I can. Dumb for so many, but I like keeping myself alive, and clean."

"Why didn't you skip the chance with me, then? And clean?" His brow rose with clear interest as you walked next to him.

"We're both getting what we want. Simple as that. And, you're the most bearable royal I've ever met. Same for Count Peter." You shrugged, "And yes, clean. Most of you lot love to sleep with whatever crosses your way, often hiding diseases, plus not all prostitutes offer protection, so do the math."

He hummed in response as he took you to the fountain areas. The more you ventured with him, the more your admiration for the place and his bravery to mingle with such people increased. However before you could even express such a thing, his eyes were already settled in the main gates. Open, bustling with the staff and a familiar figure stepping out of the carriage.

"Come."

He pulled your hand and guided you through hasty steps, turning and swirling you through the maze. His sudden urge to leave had your mind swirling in a hurricane of racing thoughts and warnings.

"Wait! Miguel!" You mumbled, trying to match his speed, eventually lagging, unable to hold his pace. Until his steps got lost through the place. You didn't know what had came over him, or who had arrived to have him in such a rush, but it didn't matter, not when he had left you stranded in the middle of the maze.

You idiot! Wait for me!

In a final attempt to reach for him, you turned to where it was your best guess of his direction, only to end up in the beginning of the maze. It wasn't the direction you wanted, but the discomfit of being alone in a place you didn't know wasn't an option. Your heart hammered in your ribcage as your head swirled with thoughts, trying to organize them.

First thing first, you needed to find Miguel. The obstacle? Not a single soul passed in the maze yet. Meaning, you'd have to go back. It was one of the few things your mother taught you when little.

Always go back to where you came if you find yourself lost.

Either allegorical or literal, it was a good advice, so you traced back your steps and entered the east wing of the manor. The ivory statues would lead you to the main rooms, and hopefully you'd find a maid to get you back to Miguel's room.

A turn here, and many posh and romantic paintings later, you ended up in the south wing. The opposite of where you needed to go. You removed your gloves as they felt too hot and heavy on your sweaty hands and dried your forehead with them, then walked towards a hall, leading to yet another long hall.

I'm so charging him extra for dumping me there and not even taking a chance to wait for me.

Your steps echoed through the desolated space, advancing further into the depths of the unknown and guarded.

Idiot.

With a huff you increased your feet's tempo only to abruptly stop when a door closed behind you, loud enough for you to turn around and see none but the woman Miguel warned you about, holding the doorknob and watching you with feline narrowed eyes.

Your throat swallowed in discomfort, not because of her obvious scrutiny, but the nature of the situation. There was a reason why Miguel skipped introducing her, a reason, you didn't feel brave enough to find out but life had interesting ways to make you face either your fears or reinforce your mettle. But this surely would bring you a bad taste of mouth.

"Are you lost, my lady?" The soft spoken and borderline sultry voice of the white haired woman echoed through the halls, addressing you directly.

"I'm afraid so." You nodded, turning to face her completely.

"It's alright, dear. New companies always get lost. A shame for the Duke, to leave you like this on your own. Come."

Your brow rose in a lick of suspicion as she offered her black gloved hand.

"As much as I appreciate your help, lady... -"

"Hardy. Lady Felicia Hardy, Countess of Queens."

"My lady" You corrected yourself, but didn't bow, "I don't wish to interrupt any of your time. Could you tell me which direction I must go?"

"Well, it all depends, dear. Who are you looking for?" That dear in her mouth came out with the same mockery you used whenever treating with unwanted customers. "The Duke, or the prince perhaps?"

Excuse me?

"Why would I go with the prince if I came with the Duke?" Your brows furrowed, "And for what I managed to hear, the prince is busy."

"Oh. My apologies, I sometimes forget that not all new companies the men bring in, are meant to be shared."

Bitch.

"Seems it's something you've learned from experience, Lady Hardy."

Her jaw clenched, although you had bit her bait, evidently it had backfired, but even in her defeat, Lady Felicia could only smirk. Glad to have a taste of your temper.

"Experience shapes us. It molds us. And it also teaches, to keep our tongue in place."

"Seems we both need to keep learning that advice, My lady."

A haughty huff flew out of her tiny nose, "Believe me, it's not proper of me to come out of character like this before anyone in particular. Just find some... situations less tolerable than others."

"Either for good or bad, it's always an honor to witness the real deal underneath titles."

"Real deal? Ah..." Felicia smirked, as if instantly recognizing your pedigree. "I apologize, I find myself amused that this castle has seen a bit of everything. The standards have taken such a downgrade that, it feels as if the populace have invested themselves with the belief of being our equals."

"Oh, heavens forbid so, My lady. I couldn't sleep at night knowing that I'm not only not contributing to the people, but also leeching off them."

The smirk vanished from Felicia and her eyes turned sneering and demeaning, but the features were quickly washed away when familiar heavy steps filled in the empty hall behind you both. Each step carried a good load of anger, mixed with the evident wary in his brown eyes as he watched the two sides of society clashing together. He had heard the last bit, you having the upper hand effortlessly, and it was enough to know it would end up in a bloody disaster.

"Violet." He called and you turned, his hardened eyes did nothing but to get a scowl from your face. "Let's go to our chambers."

"How improper of you, Duke O'Hara. Not introducing us before. Miss Violet has proved to be... quite the company."

The way your name came out from her mouth gave you nothing but an uncomfortable crawl in your spine. But the anger slipped in her aristocratic bones the more the Duke ignored her, he didn't even glance her way, rather pulled you away from any further verbal spar between, and as If dreading you'd slip away again, he hooked your hand around his arm and squeezed it gentle but firmly. Trapping it against his body and securing your place next to his.

If his intentions were that the white haired and uncouth woman to watch the exchange between you, and make his point across of not wanting any sort of contact to be clear, he didn't have to worry about it. Felicia turned from where she came from and slammed the door loud enough to make Miguel sigh as you both scurried away from her.

Your eyes shot him brief glances, and found nothing but his jaw clenching and loosening with the myriad of thoughts that flashed before his brain. In a few turns and steps, you both entered in the exquisite privacy of your chambers. Your hand, instantly released while his landed a bit too tight on his narrow waist, anchoring and leveling his frustration.

"I told you to keep the interactions to the bare minimum, Violet." He waved a warning finger and his patronizing words had your brows frowning, irritated again.

"You say so like I purposely lagged behind! You left me on the maze! I don't know this place and naturally I'd get lost! And that bitch started!"

"I know! But you're not here to amuse her, Violet. If I'm telling you to keep yourself away from her is because she's not worth the trouble." His hands stressed the last syllables

"Like if I want to be around that woman! I. Got. Lost. Because someone ran too fucking fast in place that I barely know and now I probably have my head demanded on a plate by her."

"You're exaggerating-"

Your eyes flashed, "Say that one more time, I swear I pack my stuff and leave you here."

The clash between both amused and asphyxiated him equally, but a different kind of crawl ran down his spine when his eyes took in the anger and indignation oozing from every pore of you, the way your bravery soaked in every word it came out that pretty mouth of yours. And when you hand gestured to make emphasis in the place, he gulped, as if hypnotized, not because the firm threat you just gave him, but the actual nerve you had to do such thing. Thrilling and pleasing despite the twisted situation you both were in.

He had made the right choice after all, and every problem and obstacle to convince you, was beyond rewarding.

"My apologies, Florecita."

Your glare didn't waver, and he stepped in closer, his frame casting a faint shadow over yours. His eyes took in as much as he could, stopping for a second longer on your cleavage and neck, then your lips, that curled with the softest of smirks as you stepped closer, pawing at the wolf's whiskers to see how would it react.

"What did she say?" But he spun you around and didn't waste time to get a hold of the loose laces behind your corset. All the running and turning had loosened them up, and he, the gentleman he was, couldn't leave them like that. Plus it was the perfect chance to distract his racing mind, despite your obvious frustration at his mixed signals.

"Nothing I haven't heard before." You swayed with every pull of the corset and the laces he gave you. "Slow down, my lord. If you want me in your bed just say so."

A chuckle escaped his mouth as his hands worked through the tanglement of laces in a more mannered and slow motion. His mind commanded his brain to act properly.

"The only truth is that you do need to lay, but to rest. We're getting early tomorrow, and please." He pulled the corset in a go leaving the underlayers at his sight," Wear something sporty. It's activity day."

"I'm not curious enough to ask what kind of things you royals do. So thanks for the actual heads up, My lord."

"Miguel." He corrected and you smirked.

"As you wish, sir." You were about to bow to him with evident mockery, but the door shook softly with a knock.

"Miguel, are you there?"

Peter's voice echoed behind it and the duke sighed.

"Peter arrived earlier than expected, so my apologies for leaving you back in the maze."

"You should've hired him instead, my lord." The mockery in your voice earned him a playful scoff

"And give everyone a new reason to gossip? I don't think so. I have enough as it is."

With a giggle you walked to your side of the shared room. "The I bid you a good night, Miguel. Wake me up tomorrow if I don't answer right away."

His eyes remained in the closing door that clicked once you were inside, but another knock snapped him out of his brief trance

"Ya voy." (Coming)

Peter's brow quirked when his sight landed on Miguel's hand. Your corset, scrunched up and snug in his hand, absorbing whatever heat your body left behind, freshly pried away from you.

"I can return later when you're done." the Count offered and Miguel's eyes rolled and opened the door wider for him to enter.

"She's resting, come in."

"Miss Violet seems to be quite compliant." Peter removed his hat and let Miguel to lock the door behind them.

"At all. She's actually more than what I bargained for initially." He made a gesture to Peter and his friend followed him to his room, taking a proper seat before him.

"And that's a good? Bad thing?"

"Still debating on it. Told her to not come close to Felicia, first thing she does when I'm not looking is getting on that wretched woman's nerves." Miguel silenced Peter as he was about to speak, concern too ugly in his face, "But it was my fault. Left her on the maze to fetch you."

"I'll apologize to her tomorrow. Felicia is...-"

"Yeah. A pain in the ass I can't get rid of, sadly." The duke poured a glass of whiskey for each and gave Peter his.

"Seems you breaking off the engagement back then didn't suit her well."

"Not my problem. She was everything but helpful, can't drag deadweight with me, much less in my duties."

"Speaking of which... there is something you must see." Peter took a swig of the drink and pulled a small yellow envelope and handed it to him, it's weight a tad hefty than anticipated.

Miguel's eyes instantly devoured the information scribbled on the outside, with a frown as the police signatures and stamps were in every paper he managed to see inside.

"What is this?" The Duke pulled out and flipped the assortment of pages and read as much as he could, skimming through them.

"Police reports, Lyla sends them. Not good news." Peter's face sombered as he took the most recent report. The name Susan Lewis caught all Miguel's attention.

"The woman was a respected courtesan, she ran two of the main brothels in Brasswood Avenue. Had been around for more than a decade in the business."

"Violet knew her." the Duke frowned

"Yeah. Which reminds me to also tell you, Lyla might need a word or two with Miss Violet to add to Lewis's case."

"She doesn't trust the police, Peter."

"You'll have to convince her one way or another. There's a... there's a killer on the loose." Peter swallowed the uncomfortable knot in his throat, "Susan was the third victim, apparently it's the same modus operandi, multiple stabs, throat sliced and bodies left in the open."

Miguel had to rub his face to wash a bit of the sudden stress and load put on his shoulders. Part of being a Duke was to see for the people's needs, part of the mess Conchata never cared enough to fix, and when he was named Duke, the first thing he swore was to get some sense of safety back to the least fortunate. Cause even him dreaded at times to come out his manor or work.

But this only confirmed his worst suspicions, a killer in the loose targeting women? Unacceptable. There were enough risks as they were to add a dangerous and unhinged man roaming free on streets to the list of things that troubled him and the people. But more importantly, how would you take such news?

"I'll see to it."

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