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despairinthedeparturelounge · 2 years

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Baby Legolas gets scared of his dad's new crown and goes to mommy (reader).

Warning: none. Fluffy fluff. And like this is so short so sorry..

Possible bad grammar cuz English's not my first language,

like & Comments are very much appreciated

There were still three weeks remaining from the midwinter festival and the king has already planned everything and ordered the mantles mainly designed for this event.

He wanted everything to be perfect, stricktly in place and in one word, faboulous. And you as the queen tried your best to keep things in high standards as he wished for and by that here you were standing in front of the full length mirror on a stool that has added a few inches to your height for obvious reasons which you still haven't figured out, you weren't unfamiliar with this ceremonies nor the way anyone in charge of even the smallest task in this event must be and the best of themselves, even your poor handmaid has walked the stairs to your chambers several times just this morning.

It has been hours, you could swear by that, hours spent of you standing still for the tailors to measure you, head to toe, and not to mention the fact that if you move there is always a needle somewhere waiting patiently to poke your skin.

"These are the two colours the king has picked out my queen, both are in rhyme and sort of match with his own." Ingálvur said, Thranduil's personal tailor and a very respected elf among others. He was truly a blessing both him and his work.

He looked up holding two pieces of cloth one in indigo and one in deep maroon, both equally stunnishing on their own, you felt it difficult to decide the 'right' one, taking a deep breath you compared your fair skin with them to just have a vision on how each would look on you but that did not help, biting the skin on your lip Ingálvur caught your wandering eyes on the maroon piece making him smile in satisfaction, "maroon it is then" you smiled back nodding in agreement.

Right choice, you thought.

After couple of minutes your mind started to wonder how there's no sign of your child, he was too clingy to be away from you for this long, the suddon weight of guilt and gloom felt massive on your heart when the heavy doors of your chamber cracked open and a bawling silver hair ran inside visibly looking for you, hands brushing hard against his face as a poor attempt to wipe off his never ending tears, "nana.." your maiden quickly took your hand to help you down the stool when she saw the way you almost jumped to reach your crying son,

"Nana's here... come on, oh gods!" Your eyes soften when you saw his small face now wet with all the tears and the tip of his nose was red making him the most adorable thing you have laid eyes on, with all the crying and whimpering he barely could see which direction he was heading to, "what is it my little leaf?" you kneeled before him as you held both his tiny hands in yours preventing him from squishing and rubbing his swollen eyes more and he was quick to throw himself in your arms not caring how many strangers were in your room present right now.

He was holding a strand of your long hair in his hand like his life depend on it and if he let go he may get lost forever an old habit from as long as you can remember, catching his breath you brushed away the silver hair from his face and forehead for him to look at you more, "Ada.." you wiped off another tear with your thumb before standing up and rocking him in your arms, "you want ada?" He nodded yes, then no making you chuckle, "ada's scary nana, i- i want ada, my ada" you frowned a bit not understanding a single thing from this boy's mewling when one of the girls came into the room, looking absolutely relieved when he found the prince in your arms,

"Heavens," she let out a breath after bowing down to you, "my queen i am terribly sorry but the prince is incredibly fast!" You laughed making others in the room to let out a giggle, "what's the matter?" You said kissing your son's head as you kept caressing his back,

"The price walked into the king's chamber and i imagine he got scared of the kings new crown my queen."

The boy sniffed and look up at your face, "is that true? You're not really fond of ada's formalities are you?"

He shook his head as you walked slowly towards the doors, wanting to clear the air for both yourself and the little one in your arms, "nana no!"

"My son is not scared is he? The elven prince? Who's protecting nana then?" He nibbled at his fingers that were holding your hair.

"Let us go and find ada shall we?" At last he gave in, holding on to you so tightly you made your way to the hall wondering how gigantic of a crown or cloak it might be to scare him off like that, Thranduil probably didn't even notice the young boy running.

With a lazy knock on the door they opened it for you to walk in, the intense light made you shut your eyes for a few seconds after stepping in and let them adjust then to open it changing the arm you were holding you boy with you placed the free one on top of his head to avoid the sunlight reaching him, Thranduil on the other hand was surprised by your presents turned around to see you and finding Legolas curled up in your arms, he smiled softly somehow unable to take his eyes off of you, light shining on your hair and face make it ten times more heavenly making him fall once again, even more.

"See, it's ada, your very own." You mumbled to the little kid before kissing the palm he placed on your lips for more comfort, your husband looked at you confused before stepping forward, "he got scared of your crown, you had to see him then, face red and wet of tears!" You said smiling before pointing to his crown, mouthing and asking him to take it off, and so he did without a second thought.

"He's all fussy and grumpy now, gods may have mercy on us."

He stood next to you, taking his time to watch you talk as he brushed your hair away from your shoulder to leave a tiny kiss on your skin, Legolas on the other hand was still seeking for more attention holding the colar of your dress.

"My my, what was it little leaf? A monster?!"

He whispered the last part, walking to your back where Legolas's head was resting, or hiding.

Moving and making a little space between your hair with his finger, he finally found the scared boy, eyes still shut. "Or maybe a spider was it?" He ran his two fingers gently on your boy's back making him finally giggle from the tickling.

"Then where was your bow and arrow? Didn't my prince wants to save his ada?"

Pulling back from your hair he faced Thranduil and check him carefully, his blue orbits were moving so fast scanning his dad's face, not missing a spot. After making sure the man in front of his eyes is in fact his father he proceed to reach for his face and touched the man's nose with his index finger,

"Ada-" "yes! That's correct my green leaf! It's ada!"

He rested his free hand around your waist after carefully taking the boy out of your arms into his,

"Wanna show ada your new bow?" He nodded excitedly clapping his hands, "yes yes!" crawling out of his dad's arms to managed to run even faster towards the doors and stumble one or two times since his small feet reached the ground.

"Do you really believe the head piece is scary, my love?"

He looked at you while pulling you closer to himself, you formed a tiny space with your fingers and looked at him through the hole "maybe a tiny bit?" You laughed pressing your lips together before feeling his soft and warm ones on your temple, "i need another"

"Another what- Thranduil!!"

He smirked before cupping your face with his hand

"This one's yours but i want another to have equal share."

You laughed loud covering his eyes with your hand as you went on your tip toe to kiss his lips.

#lord of the rings #lord of the rings imagine #lotr #lotr imagine #lotr x reader #thranduil #thranduil x wife #thranduil x reader #thranduil imagine #thranduil x you #legolas #lord of the rings x reader

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immediatebreakfast · 3 months

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I love how Renfield is the oldest (59) and Mina is very likely the living youngest, and yet they bond so well. (It reminds me how well Mina befriended the 99 year old Mr Swales that he sought her company and felt care for her.) It probably contributed that Jack may have experience with interacting with "madmen" and studying, Mina had lived with and loved a "madman".

It's truly incredible how a simple conversation between an old man in physical cell, and a young woman in a mental cell put such a dent in the Count's plans that he had to flee to Transylvania once it was clear that nothing would stop the crew.

Even if the repercutions were huge in the narrative, in between the horror and the action it was just a visit (probably the first visit that Renfield had in a long time) to talk.

Reading again the entry I noticed how hostile Renfield is towards Mina at first,

"You're not the girl the doctor wanted to marry, are you? You can't be, you know, for she's dead." - R.M. Renfield, september 30.

and even with everything one can say about sexism, and the building infantilization of Mina, let's remember that this is the first time Renfield meets someone that is specifically associated with Jack. Renfield's remarked abuser in both authority, and personhood in general. Also by probably being informed by Dracula himself that both Mina and Jonathan are the key players in this continuous attacks against his plans in England, on top of just almost correctly assuming that Mina must share the same opinion towards the mentally ill that society has.

Three strikes against Mina that she switfly defeats by treating Renfield like the person he is, and talking to him in a normal manner. After taking care of her beloved Jonathan, and being at Lucy's side most of her life Mina is aware of how the Other is viewed. Maybe as she saw Renfield, Mina thought of a worse reality where the man on the bed was her Jonathan in Budapest, maybe she saw how Seward reacted to Renfield's words, and realized what was actually layed out in the room. Or maybe Mina just saw an old man in need of an ear, and she just listened.

This is the first time that Renfield puts a face on a victim of the Count's games, he puts a voice on the young victim whose life is going to violently end in what he thought was supposed to be eternal bliss. Lucy is a distant dream for Renfield, the revenge against these people who dared to put up a fight against this old ancient evil that goes beyond all of their years combined.

Renfield never knew Lucy, but he knows Mina now.

Renfield sees the young Mina Harker, entering life with her equal young husband in hand, and trying to solve the murder of what he knows now was her best friend, and he reflects. He reflects on everything he has done, on what has passed, and what he can do tomorrow.

Mr. Renfield asked if he might see me. Poor man, he was very gentle, and when I came away he kissed my hand and bade God bless me. Some way it affected me much; I am crying when I think of him. This is a new weakness, of which I must be careful. Jonathan would be miserable if he knew I had been crying. - Mina Harker, october 2.

And the man is devastated to see how he is helping orchestrate the murder of another young lady to please the Count. He becomes desperate to leave (a request that is denied by both Seward, and Van Helsing), so the Count can't have access to the inside of the asylum. It doesn't matter if he looks like a coward by the time's literary standards because if the only way to at least save that young lady is by acting like one? Then Renfield might as well do it, he has nothing to lose sans his life.

I think that the key difference between Mina, and Jack when it comes to Renfield is empathy, and the ability to simply treat the other person with the same humanity you should be treated.

Jack may have studied, and climbed until he got to be the head of an asylum, but his own biases, mental problems, and ableism blurred the lines between patient and doctor so hard that he made Renfield's life a boring hell. From when their dynamic was introduced, to Renfield's death, the narrative dictated how Seward was putting both into a deep spiral in which, not even with Renfield's manipulations, none of them were going to come out in victory.

In contrast, Mina has cared for Jonathan without any restrain, and has lived in service of what the situation demands of her at all times. She knows, as a young victorian lady, how to balance herself without trying to compete, or win the other person in the room with her. Mina only needed to genuinely talk to Renfield to break his heart because she gave him the respect, and honestly she expects for herself when talking.

#I will always mourn the mountain of potential that was the character of R.M. Renfield #That old man was truly on the best wave lenght in the book #Why kill the only character that could serve as a counter point to Van Helsing after establishing a connection with Mina?#This was from last year by the way #dracula daily #dracula #r.m. renfield #renfield #mina harker #mina murray

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lucllle · 2 years

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dragon!zhongli x fem!reader (no specified pronouns)

CW: (Attempted) Breeding, half dragon zhongli, overstim

this took a while but hi zhongli goes into a rut and tries to breed you, his female acquaintance/friend?

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You were always fond of Iron Tongue Tian’s stories paired with a cup of tea or a glass of fine wine. You loved the passion in his voice when he told his tales, his words being enough to take you into the past.

Since you had become a regular, you became acquainted with a gentleman by the name of Zhongli. He was a man with incredible wisdom, and a mysterious air to him. Between stories, the two of you would speak casually to each other. It slowly became a part of the experience- Drink, story, and then Zhongli. He always had something to talk about, and a lot of the time you tried to take in both the sound of his voice and his actual words.

If you were going to be completely honest, you found the man drop dead gorgeous. His tall frame, simple makeup, the smell of his cologne- you’d embrace him if you could. You would hate for this relationship to go sour, though, so you bottled up these emotions of yours.

“ We have a saying to eulogize these events: ‘The crash of a spear brought billowing dust, the mountains and waters made way at the sound. The sight of a dragon bestowed with a touch, the promise of rainwater blessing the ground. “

And with those words, one of your personal favorites ended. You looked over at Zhongli, who was sipping his tea quietly.

“ I could never get tired of this story in particular. I think Rex Lapis’ experiences are fascinating- I’d love to hear them told from his perspective if I could. However, I suppose that might just be a foolish dream of mine when I was a child. “ Zhongli glanced over at you, single handedly managing to make your heart skip a beat.

“ I don’t believe it’s childish. Perhaps a tad bit hopeful, but not childish. It’s only natural for one to wonder about his perspective on things, after all. “ You picked up your cup, sipping it while he spoke. It was mostly finished now, but for the sake of courtesy, you didn’t drink it quickly like you would’ve in the company of friends and family.

“ Well, what do you think of Rex Lapis? I don’t believe you’ve ever mentioned your opinion on him. In my presence, at least. “ You put the cup on the table, looking back up at the man.

“ I have no thoughts regarding Liyue’s archon. Nothing noteworthy, at least. He was an honorable archon. “ You were almost too enchanted by his amber eyes to process what he’d said, but you caught it just in time. You raised an eyebrow curiously at the man.

“ Really? That’s rather… odd of you. You usually always have something more to say regarding important history that piece Liyue together. “ You tilted your head at him, his curt response catching you off guard. He’d usually ramble about and expand on topics based on his knowledge and opinions on things, but that definitely wasn’t the case.

“ I suppose nothing about the former archon of Liyue truly comes to mind at the moment. What do you think about him? “ He looked at you attentively, which made you hesitate a second. You could feel your cheeks flush. You gripped the handle of your cup tightly, looking back at Zhongli.

“ I believe that my feelings of adoration for him aside, I am also enchanted by the idea of such a god. If he truly appears the same as he is painted and sculpted, he is rather… “ You cleared your throat when you focused on Zhongli’s face again, swallowing. “ Ahem, bewitching. “ You averted your gaze to your cup for a moment to collect yourself. You were met with a smile from Zhongli.

“ Is that so? “ He took a sip of his tea, and you followed suit, finishing the rest. You put it down and sat up, looking back up at him.

“ Speaking of sculptures, I was considering commissioning an adventurer. “

“ An adventurer? What for? “

“ I wanted to explore Liyue. Hearing about it through stories is pleasant, but I’d like to see them for myself. I’d also like to see Rex Lapis’ Statue of The Seven. I could probably do it alone, but I’d rather take precautions than regret it later on. “ Zhongli seemed to perk up at this, placing his hand on the table.

“ I could assist you in your adventures. We’d need to arrange a date for departure and return, as well as a price, which I’ll gladly do through a contract. “

“ Oh? I’m not entirely sure how long it’d be, though. I suppose I’d probably have to figure out what sights to visit first before I could draft a contract with you. But I’m also open to any recommendations you might have. “

“ Very well. Perhaps you’d like to view a map just to have an idea of where we’ll be venturing. “

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Within a week, the two of you had everything figured out. You had both signed a contract, and were headed outside of LIyue Harbor.

“ I don’t think I’ve ever had to travel via waypoints before. It’s a weird sensation. “ You teleported a small, separate segment of land northeast to Mt. Aocang. There were multiple waterfalls there, and though it wasn’t a popular spot, you found beauty in it.

“ I believe you’ll get used to it. “ Once you approached the lake, you ran to a ledge where you could sit.

“ It’s beautiful. Thank you for telling me about this spot, Zhongli. “ You looked behind you, looking at Zhongli who stood behind you. You patted the ground next to you. “ Come, sit with me. “ He listened, sitting next to you on the ground. You looked down at his gloved hand next to you which he leaned onto. Without a thought, you placed your hand onto his like you did by reflex with close friends or family. The feelings you held toward Zhongli didn’t feel platonic whatsoever, though.

Once you realized what you’d done, you looked up at Zhongli’s face for a reaction, only to find him looking away. You noticed the shell of his ear was flushed, though, and took this as a good sign. You looked back at the lake, exhaling a bit. His hand was significantly warmer than yours, but you assumed that it was just his extra layers of clothes combined with his body heat.

“ Do you think it’d be safe to swim in these waters? We could retire to Wangshu Inn afterward. It’d be a nice way to spend our first night adventuring together. “ You looked over at Zhongli, being met with his gaze.

“ Most likely. Did you bring the proper attire with you to swim? “ You nodded, reaching into your backpack to pull out your swimsuit.

“ I’m afraid I can’t swim with you tonight, as I didn’t anticipate this. My apologies. “ You were disappointed that Zhongli wouldn’t be joining you, but you also weren’t gonna take up this good opportunity to swim.

“ That’s fine. I suppose you could enjoy the scenery in the meantime. I won’t be long. “ You walked to the flat ground, changing into your swimsuit once you were out of Zhongli’s view. It was a two piece with a small top, which showed off your… “assets”. It was all you had on hand, though, and since you were just traveling with Zhongli you saw no wrong in wearing it.

He was such a gentleman, after all.

You quickly walked into the water, swimming to Zhongli’s line of sight. You cheekily waved at him, to which he smiled. You swam for a good few minutes, and even sat near the waterfalls for a little while before coming out of the water. It was late, after all. You wrung your hair to get as much water out as you could, patting it down with your towel afterward.

You walked over to the bottom of the ledge, where Zhongli stood idly with his back facing toward you.

“ Zhongli? Are you that eager to turn in for the night? “ You threw the towel over your shoulder, approaching the man. He simply stood there, though, which confused you. You called out before touching his shoulder, which caused him to go rigid.

“ I’m… I’m afraid we must separate for the night. Or perhaps a few days. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. “ You were extremely confused by his words, especially since the two of you seemed to be enjoying your travels thus far.

“ And what of the contract? I had thought you were enjoying my company. Did I think wrong? “ You didn’t know why you were so butthurt about this, but you couldn’t stop yourself from talking.

“ We’ll have to terminate it accordingly. I’ll compensate you for your troubles. “

“ What’s wrong? Are you unwell? “ You grabbed his hand, gasping at just how hot it was. You made him face you, met with his incredibly flushed face.

“ I ask that you refrain from… “ He glanced down at your hand, then up at you, furrowing his eyebrows before swallowing. “ …physical contact, please. I am not myself at the moment. “

“ Zhongli, we must get you to a doctor. You seem rather sickly. “ You put the back of your hand to his forehead, to which Zhongli grabbed your wrist. You let out a small gasp when horns emerged from his head, just like-

“ You’re… Rex Lapis. “ Your eyes appeared like saucers while you stared at the god before you. He backed away, covering his mouth and nose with his hand.

“ I apologize if I’ve deceived you. However, due to the nature of my species, I believe I cannot be in your presence much longer. Not with good intentions in mind, at least. “

“ Could you at least explain it to me? I can’t help but be concerned about you. Zhongli, please. “ You placed a hand on his wrist, taking a step closer. He looked down at you, clearing his throat.

“ I’m afraid that we dragons go through a period of time in which we require… ahem, the ‘company’ of a lover to help our needs. I haven’t experienced such a rut in a millennium, though, so I believe that your presence might have contributed to the cause. Forgive me, I truly don’t wish to view you in such a way. It’s unbecoming of me. “ He pulled away from you again, clearly flustered. You took a moment to process his words.

“ I do recall hearing you were part dragon through stories. So I suppose these cycles would be relieved through.. Sexual intercourse? “ You seemed to have an ‘aha!’ moment, instinctively looking down at his groin area. You could see his hardened length being constrained by his attire, your face immediately flushing.

“ Again, I’m very sorry. I must take precautions while I still have some sense in me. “ He turned his back to you, walking away.

“ And if I were to help you? I am the cause of this, am I not? I’d like to help you. “ He paused, immediately turning to face you again. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing while he stared at your figure for a moment. He soon looked back at your face, exhaling.

“ I could never ask such a thing of you. I’m also led to believe you don’t understand what you’re implying, as well. If we did participate in such acts together, I’m afraid I might hurt you or push you past your limit, as I’d turn my primal instincts. Additionally, you’d have to go hours without a break, even if you fell unconscious- I don’t believe a human is suited to go through such a thing. “

“ Well, have you ever tried it with a human? We could return to the inn together, Zhongli. The room will be secluded as there are seldom visitors during the nighttime. “ Zhongli stared at you, letting out a shaky breath.

“ Prepare the room with a medkit, water, and perhaps something for you to eat. And… are you on any form of contraceptive? I’m afraid I might… impregnate you without one. “ He got goosebumps at just the thought, looming over you.

“ Yes, I’m on one. Don’t worry, Zhongli. I trust you. “ He sighed, reaching for your hand.

“ That is what worries me. I’ll prepare the room whilst you shower; otherwise I don’t believe I could restrain myself. “ And just like that, the two of you teleported to the inn. You went to the room the two of you had booked, and just as you were told, you took a shower.

You came out in nothing but a towel wrapped around you rather delicately, only to find Zhongli patiently waiting on the bed.

“ Will you not be showering? “ Zhongli looked up at you, gripping the bed sheets.

“ I suppose I must. I’ll be back shortly. Please feel free to take any preparatory measures you need. “ He stood up with a grunt, leaving toward the bathroom, albeit a bit begrudgingly. You checked his preparations, your heart skipping a beat when you noticed how much care he put into it. He made sure to put towels on the beside, as well as multiple water bottles and a few things for you to snack on between ‘breaks’.

You couldn’t wait much longer while he was in the shower, the anticipation getting to you. You unwrapped your towel and reached down to your arousal, rubbing circles on your clit to make sure you were wet before sliding two fingers inside of yourself. Your first thought was of Zhongli having his way with you, that it was his fingers stuffed inside of you while you screwed your eyes shut, trying to keep silent. You were taken out of your trance when you heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, quickly pulling your fingers out of you.

It didn’t take long for him to come out of the bathroom, his towel tied around his waist. His damp hair was draped over his shoulders, eventually fading into a shade of orange. HIs body was otherworldly- on top of his height, he was extremely well built, on top of his beautiful face. He still had his horns, as well as a thick, dragonic tail.

“ Z-Zhongli! You certainly take… quick showers… “ You looked up at him as he approached you slowly. Instinctively, you brought your towel closer to your chest, covering most of it. He exhaled, glancing over at you.

“ I must warn you, if you have your reservations on what you wouldn’t like me to see or touch, I’m afraid I won’t pay any mind to it once we begin. I won’t be… myself, to put it simply. “ His tail swayed behind him while he stared down at you, slowly growing more and more delirious by the second.

“ No, it’s alright. It’s just, I… you’re very… “ You cleared your throat, glancing away. “ Let’s just say you’re more handsome and tempting than I could’ve imagined. Needless to say, I’m excited.” You squeezed your thighs together, feeling your own slick on your inner thighs.

“ So… you’ve made up your mind? “ He walked closer, standing beside the bed at this point. He placed his hand on your knee, pulling it closer to him ever so slowly. You looked up at him, nodding. You shivered when you felt Zhongli’s hand travel down to your thigh. “ Very well. “ And just like that, he dropped his towel, his length finally exposed to you. It was practically huge, making your heart sink. Would it even fit inside of you?

“ Uhm… Zhongli? I don’t think that’ll fit. “ You looked up at him whilst he crawled onto the bed in front of you. “ I mean, you don’t have to put all of it inside, right? We could just… go halfway? “ He frowned at this notion.

“ Let us stop, then. “ He began to stand back up off the bed, but you were desperate to be touched by him.

“ Wait! I really do want this, I’m just anxious. “ He looked down at you, his expression softening. He crawled toward you again, placing a hand on your lower stomach. You felt a tingling sensation, and when you looked down, you saw a geo symbol above where your womb would be.

“ You will be able to take me without struggle now. Are you still reconsidering your decision? “ His face slowly became flushed as he looked down at your cunt, seeing that you were already wet. “ I see you.. Took my advice. “ He cleared his throat mid sentence. He wanted nothing more than to be inside you now.

“ No, I’m alright. I trust you. “ Zhongli stared at you with wide eyes when you reached to touch his face, thumbing his cheek. Something in him snapped, and he immediately grabbed your other hand, which was filthy with your own essence. He quickly took your fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean as he took in your scent with a newfound fervor.

“ Ha… my patience is running thin. I fear I’ve imagined this moment for far too long. “ He quickly moved you to the center of the bed, spreading your legs. He grabbed onto his length, spitting on it for lubrication whilst he stroked himself. Once he laid it on your labia, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. You stared at his arms, which faded into black with gold markings. The thought of such a divine being you’ve always adored taking you where you laid was so erotic to you. Your thoughts were interrupted when Zhongli put his tip at your entrance, though.

He looked up at your face, as if making sure there were no second thoughts between either of you, but your lewd expression of anticipation only made him even more certain. Zhongli pushed inside of you slowly, groaning at the feeling of you around him. You thought that it was supposed to hurt, that you were supposed to need time to adjust to his length, but in truth you only felt pure ecstasy.

Perhaps it had something to do with the mark on your stomach? Either way, your mind was starting to fog as soon as he bottomed out inside of you. He hoisted one of your legs onto his shoulder, leaning his head against your calf and kissing it. Something about him seemed… different when he began thrusting. He had started off slowly, but he gradually began to come apart at the seams. He shut his eyes, letting out sounds you could have never imagined he was able to make. It was so unusual since you had gotten used to his gentlemanly nature, but it was by no means unwanted.

“ Zhongli… “ You called out to him, reaching out to touch his stomach, which was the closest thing to you. He opened his eyes, his amber eyes emitting a glow.

“ Beautiful. “ You furrowed your eyebrows, not quite understanding what he meant by this.

“ What? “

“ You’re beautiful like this. “ He began pulling out, leaving only the tip inside of you before he rammed it inside, making you and the bed alike jolt. You let out a yelp, calling out his name by surprise whilst grabbing onto the bed sheets, perhaps for a false sense of security. Zhongli’s eyebrows furrowed as he began pounding you with a merciless rhythm.

He leaned in closer, bending you as he pleased while he gripped the headboard, his tail slithering around your waist to keep you still. You weren’t able to truly feel just how much he stretched you out, but he could feel it with increased sensitivity to top it off. Your cunt was wrapped so tightly around him, it almost hurt- almost. He used his tail to force you to meet his thrusts, using you as his own play thing.

You cried out when you felt Zhongli bite down onto your calf, only for him to lick it as a half hearted apology. You wrapped your hand around his arm when he pushed your leg to your chest. You dug your nails into his forearm, your other hand gripping the bed sheets desperately, trying to squirm away from him.

These efforts turned out to be futile though, as Zhongli raised your hips to an angle, allowing him to be deeper than before. He leaned his chest onto yours, kissing you as if it was his last day alive. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back. Soon, he backed out of the kiss and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He mumbled something, though you couldn’t hear it very well.

“ Hu… Huh? I didn’t, mnh- hear what you said. “ You slid your hand through his hair, gripping onto it. You shivered when you felt him lick your neck.

“ You smell delicious.. “ He wrapped his arms around your head, holding you closely before he adjusted his legs on the bed. Without warning, he began thrusting into you again, licking and nibbling onto your skin. It felt so filthy, but it only turned you on more.

He stayed in that position for a bit, maintaining his pace whilst leaving marks all over your chest area. You tried to reach down to circle your clit, but Zhongli was pressed too closely against you. You could do nothing but take what he gave you- you were completely vulnerable. With that thought alone, you managed to cum, thighs trembling and clamping down around Zhongli’s hips.

At first, his thrusts helped ride out your orgasm, but once it was done with, he continued. It felt uncomfortable at first- you tried to squirm away from the man, but he always pulled you back and thrusted into you harder. You cried out when he bit down on your nipple, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“ Please! ‘S too much… “ You looked at the man’s face when he lifted himself off you a bit, allowing you room to breathe. His pace slowed whilst he leaned in closer, giving you a kiss.

“ All you need to do is be still and allow me to use you as I please. This is what you wanted, was it not? To have a god use your body like this? “ He slowed down to a languid pace, reaching deep inside you. You struggled to keep your eyes on Zhongli’s, both out of pleasure and anxiety that washed over you when he loomed over you like this. You could feel tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill endlessly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in to hide your face.

“ Don’t… don’t look at me like that, you bastard. “ Zhongli chuckled at your response, rubbing your back gently. It seemed he was having a moment of clarity, but it wouldn’t last very long.

“ Do not worry, my sweet. Your discomfort won’t last very long. “ You tightened your grip around him at the nickname, your heart fluttering. He slowly started picking up his pace again, eventually pistoning into you at the same pace as before.

If there was something that embarrassed you indefinitely, it was crying in front of others. In a desperate attempt to hide this, you bit down on his neck when you were getting close. Zhongli let out a grunt, immediately bottoming out inside of you. You let out a helpless whine when you felt him spill inside of you, the thick substance dripping down your ass once he pulled out.

“ I told you I could take it… “ You muttered this just loud for him to hear, though you were met by his laughter. (refer to his “Haha, this is getting interesting” voiceline <3)

You closed your eyes, relaxing as you tried to catch your breath. You were interrupted by Zhongli promptly grabbing your hip, flipping you over onto your stomach. You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, and he quickly bottomed out inside you. You propper yourself up on your elbows, crying out while turning to look at him. He placed both his hands beside your head, looming over you before he started thrusting again.

You tried to keep your head up, you really did- Your efforts turned out to be fruitless, though, and all you could do was hug the pillow while crying into it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you finally came undone once more, your body tensing up when he didn’t stop.

You let him have his way with you, having countless orgasms whilst he bent you and used you as he pleased. He constantly came inside you, barely providing you with time to breathe. There were times he slowed down and grinded against you, but those breaks became shorter and shorter the longer you two went at it.

You were barely lucid during some of it- he pressed you into many different positions, the last one being a mating press. You whined when he pushed into you for the umpteenth time, some of his essence from prior rounds spilling out of you. Zhongli started to pound into you, gripping the back of your thighs.

Somehow, he had managed to bring you to yet another orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut, tears staining your cheeks. It’d been hours since the two of you started, but you still managed to climax continuously. You squeezed him tightly when he started moaning loudly, picking up his pace while he got closer to cumming. Eventually, he stopped rutting into you, bottoming out yet again. He pumped the last of his cum into you, holding you still when you started writhing under him.

You felt him soften inside of you, finally pulling out. He let go of your legs, letting you lay down. You watched his expression soften while he looked down at you, moving off the bed to put on his undergarments. Afterward, he sat down next to you, bringing you closer.

“ Would you like some water? “ Once you nodded, he reached over to the side table to get a bottle of water. He screwed off the cap and lifted your chin, helping you drink. He proceeded to clean most of your body with the towels he had placed there earlier, laying down with you afterward.

“ You did well. Rest now and we will continue later. “ You buried your face in his chest, groaning a bit at this. Zhongli sighed, and when you looked up at him, he gave you a kiss on your forehead. You could feel your face flush at this notion, and you promptly laid your head down again. He ran his hand over your hair and down your back in a comforting fashion, his tail wrapping around one of your legs. His scent and warmth alone managed to lull you into a deep sleep.

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Nervous

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary: You haven't been feeling well lately, your husband worries about your health.

Every day, he had to sit in that room, by that table talking to these men about the most absurd things.

Every day, he was reminded how selfish all of them were.

Every day, his leg bounced up and down to a point where Aemond had to tell him to just stop already.

Every day, he sat there, not listening the slightest as he was worried.

So terribly worried for you.

You had been his wife for the past couple of years, the love of his life as he claimed, and never once had you fallen this ill.

Sure, he saw you sick before but this was something different, something bigger.

And today, you were finally getting looked at by nurses.

Aegon was even more impatient than on any other day. Aegon couldn't anticipate the end of this meeting so he could finally go back to you.

As soon as a lord stood up and finished the meetings for the day, Aegon bolted out the door.

He rushed back to your shared chambers where he saw you sitting by the fireplace.

As he entered you offered him a kind smile. "You are back early." you said as you put the cup of tea onto the small table beside you.

"What did the healers say?"

"Sit down please." you gestured to the other chair next to you.

"Please, My Wife do not play with my feelings. I spent all day worried sick for you and I feel like I could collapse I'm so nervous."

"I am not sick. Technically I am but it is expected of a woman in my condition."

"Condition?" he asked fearfully.

"I'm with child, Aegon." the smile on your face was blinding. You stood up and headed over to him. "You are going to be a father." you said as you placed his hand onto your stomach. "Although now you cannot see, but our little baby is in here. Are you happy?" you looked up at him, meeting his eyes. Oh, you could see just how happy he was.

He couldn't even hide it.

And he didn't need to. He reached for you, hugging you close.

"I was worried you would be sick with an illness no one can heal and yet... you give me such great news. I am incredibly happy, Y/N."

You tightened your grip around him as he pulled back, leaning down for a soft kiss.

"The nurse wanted to go to you and tell you but I asked them to let me bring you the news. I felt it would only be fair for you to hear it from me. I know we never truly tried for a child but I'm happy as well to be blessed by one."

"You will be an amazing mother. I just know it."

"And you will be an exceptional father. I am aware that we will have our worries on the way. That we will be unsure, but I'm positive we can do this together. I love you so much Aegon."

"I love you just as much if not more, My Love." Aegon smiled at you as he pulled you close. "You will look so gorgeous with our child under your heart." his eye filled with adoration and love.

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ladyloveandjustice · 4 months

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2023 Anime Overview: SHY and Migi & Dali

SHY

Premise: In a world where every country has a superhero, 14 year old Teru is Japan's. Her hero name is Shy, and that's exactly what she is-- she's a bit of shrinking violet at times and deals with social anxiety, which makes the public part of being a hero a struggle for her. But with a mysterious boy going around and turning people's hearts and pain against them to make them into dark, painful threats, she and the other heroes are going to have to step things up.

SHY is very much a magical girl show with am American-style-superhero coat of paint, and that's really what draws me to the series. Powers are based on your heart and emotions, the heroes friends and loved ones have their pain and despair manifest as terrible powers when induced by an outside force and then our heroes having to reach out to these people with love and compassion...it is so magical girl core. There's even a magical battle where mother and daughter must reach out to each other!

Also very distinctly magical girl-esque is how a lot of the series is focused on Teru and her cute girl bff having yuri undertones. Said friend calling out her name even activates Teru's "heart" and her powers truly awaken. IDK Teru that's pretty gay.

It does some things that are cool to see in a superhero show- like centering female characters and featuring a disabled superhero. This Anifem article also has an interesting take on one of the fights.

It's also not overly fanservicey so far either, though Teru mentions once that her leotard is skimpier than she's comfortable with (apparently magic assigns them their clothes) which sucks, (and it highlights her rear more than I'm comfortable at times considering her age). Let her have pants! But hey, after dealing with MHA's bullshit, I'll count my blessings that it's a regular leotard.

SHY is often a little silly-- the fact that apparently every country getting a superhero ended ALL WAR somehow is so ridic it wraps around to being endearing. It's also engages in some national stereotypes --for instance the Russian superhero who is Shy's mentor whole schtick being that she's always drunk (but you see it's okay because her alcoholism is based in her childhood love for her parent and she's fine and). There's a weird moment where an adult acts like she's going to kiss a teenager as a prank, and the pacing is a little uneven.

But when it hits, it really hits, and you really root for Teru. Seeing a superheroic take on struggling with social anxiety is fun, and Teru's passion and strength shines through. I'm excited to see more of her adventures, and fortunately a second season is confirmed!

Migi & Dali

Premise: Orphaned twins Migi and Dali perform an amazing con to get adopted by a couple (who mention preferring to adopt only one child)-- they decide to pretend to be only one person, a boy named Hitori, with one of them always just out of sight as school or at home. They go to absurd levels to keep this up because they have an important goal-- their mother was murdered in this town, and they're going to do all they can to find her killer. But what mysteries does this suburban town hold?

It's hard to put Migi & Dali into words, but I'll do my best. It starts out as an utterly absurd show that plays it's "spookiness" so ridiculously that it becomes comedy (Mother's Basement compared it to the potato chip scene from Death Note, and I think that's apt, though it's very much intentional with this show). Seeing the ridiculous lengths the twins go to in order to keep up their con is amazing. Situations like them assuming their foster mother must be scalping children because they don't understand what a wig is or one twin throwing on a wig on so the other twin (who should know what he looks like because he can LOOK IN THE MIRROR) doesn't recognize him are hilarious.

But then the show also becomes a tightly plotted and genuinely tense murder mystery that is incredibly moving at times? WHAT? All while keeping up it's signature brand of goofiness and absurdity! Side characters I did not expect to care about go through great development, Migi and Dali have some great character arcs, there's some genuine commentary on abuse, the damage you can do to children by forcing perfection on them, the struggle of being a foster kid, grief and recovery and more.

There are some things to warn for--parental abuse, rape through deception (def framed as bad, but yep. that happens), general harm to children, a very uncomfortable strip search of a child that involved ass-grabbing, and the weird bits where teen characters are kidnapped and forced to dress up and act like a baby (which turns out to be very thematically important and follows an interesting arc of being played partly for comedy at first then becoming deadly serious later) and of course the murder and stuff you'd expect from a murder mystery. (There's also some stuff involving infertility I think is fraught, but I can't really get into it without spoiling).

I know that's a huge list, but the show is definitely very rewarding--entertaining and full of more incredible twists and turns that one show has any right to be. Including the greatest housekeeper of all time, i would follow her into hell.

I can't get into more without spoiling, but yes, if you can handle this weird, wild ride, you should absolutely go on it. Sano Nami was a true talent.

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today is the FIVE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of the dnd campaign that i am a member of...!! so you know that a long rambling post is 100% in order.

five years ago, i played dnd for the very first time. (the date on that post says the 16th but that's because we played for like a billion hours and it went past midnight. because of course it did.) i remember being so, so nervous about it bc i seriously knew next to nothing about dnd. i had never watched any tabletop shows or anything and i was pretty much totally new to improv. i had no idea what a d20 was. i wish i was kidding. i truly just dived right in there. (fitting, i guess, since the character i play is a triton... LMFAO).

i'm so glad that decided to try it out regardless bc it has paid off in ways that i can't even begin to express fully... this campaign has accompanied me through so many life events - both the good and the bad - and i cherish each and every one of our Merry Band of Misfits' adventures. even when shit hit the fan and encounters got tense or chaotic in some form, it ended up making for some absolutely wonderful memories. i'm so glad that that reides - my lil blue fish lad!!! - is a member of the champions valoris.

reides is a character who is extremely near & dear to my heart and he has really awakened a creative side of me during these past five years. i always strive to be a player who can live up to him and do his character the justice that it deserves. even 'beyond' the campaign, i have so much fun writing stuff related to him, making crafts related to him, coming up with art ideas for him and getting comms of him... simply rotating him in my mind. you know how it is. really, i think it's impossible to sum up what reides means to me because he's just... REIDES!!! (also, peep the original token i had for him vs his current one... so cute. just so cute.) i seriously love all of the stuff that everyone else at the table makes for their own characters, too! playing pretend with your friends is fr one of the most healing experiences ever; we all gently feed off each other's creativity in such a lovely way. the passion we all have for our respective characters and the overall setting of the campaign is infectuous, and that passion - coupled with a whole lot of hard (yet fun!!!) work - has made for a story that is nothing short of legendary.

so i just wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude and say that i am honored to share a table with these incredibly creative individuals who have saved me in so many ways!!! big shoutouts to my fellow player, @mintflavoredwindows, who plays kilwin, the EXTREMELY blessed (teehee cleric joke) blond lad standing next to reides in that little chibi line-up of our characters (and who also takes the time to write AMAZING!!!!!! session synopses which all of us read time and time again; they are fr a lifesaver not to mention an immortalization of everything we've been through), our dungeon master of legend, @killdragons, who puts a TON of effort into the campaign setting as a whole and was the person who offered me a position in the campaign to begin with, @brewswain who has accompanied us on tons of different arcs with his absolutely incredible array of characters AND @sangre who has guest starred with his lovely miré (AND WHO HAS SUPPORTED THE CAMPAIGN SOOO MUCH IN GENERAL i love talking abt alethustria with you bree)!!! nathan (who plays jorah) and cj (who plays ashara and played slumberjack during the first season of the campaign) aren't on tumblr dot com so i can't give their urls a little shout-out in this post, but i'm still going to restate that being able to share in this adventure with them - both in-character and out-of-character - has been fucking incredible. the adventurers formerly known as the pog champions are eternal. viva la champions valoris. etc etc etc.

i also want to thank everyone who's supported reides / the campaign as a whole on the sidelines, bc you guys are absolutely amazing. and i can't possibly post this without showing off our lovely campaign wiki. bc it's iconic.

thanks everyone :') so excited for future adventures!!!

#jamietxt

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blakeswritingimagines · 11 months

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Dear Y/n

The words I have written before this line, and any I will write after it, may never come close to describing what I feel in the depths of my heart for you. Every moment I think of you is a moment of joy, and every moment you shine your light toward me is a moment of pleasure I treasure. You are truly beautiful, N, and I am thankful for your grace and attention to me. Your very presence brings me so much joy.

I’ll say this for now. My love for you burns brighter than a thousand stars. It leaves a burning ache in my chest. I want you more than anything. More than life itself. You have a way about you that is simply… incredible. You always know exactly what to say to cheer me up. I’ve never been able to find a better companion. Your laughter is soothing… and contagious. It fills my heart with so much joy that I can barely breathe, and the laughter flows out of me naturally as well. Your smile is like an angel's. It fills me with so many feelings I can’t even begin to describe them all. Simply being alive when you are around, is a blessing.

You are… the light of my world. You take my breath away, each and every time I see you. There is not another like you in all of the Seven Kingdoms. As sweet and kind and beautiful as you are, I do not deserve to have you in my life. Yet nonetheless, you stay with me. And I am forever thankful. I have come to love you my darling. I hope you will return the sentiment. I have come to care for you deeply, perhaps even more deeply than my own life. I hope you will do me the honor of allowing me to join our houses and join me in my reign as we rule together, in bliss and in love.

My love the first time I laid my eyes on you, I knew that our fates were interwoven as if they were one. You were like no beauty I have ever seen before. You captivate my every thought and every waking hour. If you will have me, I would propose to you, under a field of wildflowers and beneath the shade of a great oak tree, and I will give you every ounce of my love, every ounce of my soul, for all eternity. You grace this world like the sun graces a cold winter morning. Your very presence fills me with warmth. Your eyes draw me in like the night sky. They are like gems reflecting the light of the moon and the stars. From the first day we met, I was enchanted by your charm and wit. I feel like I could look into your eyes for days on end. If this was the only time I ever saw you, I could die a happy man. I would gladly fight a score of foes and conquer a hundred castles to bring you just the smallest token of my affection.

You are beautiful. The kind of beautiful that leaves no eye able to look away, no heart that won’t beat at the mere mention of your name, no lips that won’t form a smile when you look at them. For you could look at the stars or the heavens itself, and find them lacking in comparison to your beauty. You are the love that binds the Seven Kingdoms together. I would give everything I have just to be with you. I love you.

My dear Y/n, I love you more than life itself. You fill my day with joy and my nights with hope. Your hair smells like summer, your laughter is infectious and your eyes shine like diamonds whenever I look into them. I cannot even begin to attempt to put all the love I feel for your into these words. You are my sun and the stars in the sky, my love, and I hope you are happy to know that I could have never imagined how wonderful life would have been with you. I love you. So much.

I am in love with you. Deeply and truly in love. I would do anything for you, and I would go to the end of the world and back, just to see your face. You fill my life with warmth and love and I don't know what I would do without you. My love for you is endless, and my loyalty to you is unbreakable. I will always love you and I will always be yours. You are more valuable to me than the iron throne. You’re more valuable than the Seven Kingdoms. To me, you’re more valuable than anything in the world. You are my everything, my love. Without you, I am nothing. I don’t know how to explain it. But you are my person. You bring color to my world. You bring love to my heart I hope you know that.

You are the greatest gift I could ever have. That I get to wake up and see your beautiful eyes every day for the rest of my life, that I will get to see all of our future children grow up around me fills me with a feeling of fulfillment that I have never known before. Being with you is the greatest gift in the world, my love. I love you for all your wonderful qualities. You are generous and kind and forgiving. You are a joy to be around, and you make me feel so happy and comfortable. I love you for your wit and humor, and the way you make me laugh. I love you for the way you make me feel special and loved. I love you for all the little things that make you who you are, and I love you for being my own beautiful and loving queen. I cherish you for all you are.

The way you speak captivates me and so does your voice. The tone of your voice has a way about it that makes me feel as if I want to stay around forever so that I can hear it. Your voice is like music. It is so sweet and so soothing. It makes me feel as if I would like nothing more than to sing your praises. You are truly as beautiful as you are interesting. To know you is a joy that I am grateful for. If I were to tell you every little thing I love about you we would be here all damn night. Every moment, I think of you. You fill up my every thought, and fill up every dream that I have. You are everything my love, you are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I love you with an intensity that has never and will never be matched. Every single day, every moment, every minute that we spend together is so special to me.

-Aemond Targaryen

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #love letters

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Today’s prompt for twelve days of rina is favorite musical moment. I am going to be completely honest I have no idea what this means. Is it talking about song wise or like actually performance wise during an actual musical?

I’m gonna go with the first one.

my absolute favorite rina song has to be love you forever. and sure, Gina really doesn’t sing a whole lot during the song but does that matter? No. It’s about Gina, for Gina, to Gina. the implications of this song are incredible. Ricky is promising his whole life and forever to this girl. he’s known her for a year and a half basically and thru that year they have been thru so much together. They’ve grown together, grown apart, grown towards each other, and now are growing together again. some of my favorite absolute lines from love you forever(this might turn into a whole lyrical analysis bc there are so many good lyrics so just buckle up):

“I’ve never been more sure of what I’ve got, I’m staring at the only thing I want, so”

UGH. this line. It kills me, every time! Ricky is confident in his love for Gina. He knows what he feels and he’s known it for a while, but the problem is he didn’t know when to tell her. their lives have been a whirlwind of crazy for a couple of months but I am fairly certain that Richard Bowen has moved Gina Porter for a long time.

“I’ve been running I don’t know what from”

this is Ricky Bowen to a tee. He’s the guy who runs, he’s the guy who disappears when things get rough, he’s the guy who hides away when he doesn’t want to confront his feelings. so the fact that Ricky is now admitting this to Gina and showing her now that he knows what he’s done in the past but he’s changing! He’s gone thru so much character growth and he’s better for it! And I think that takes so much courage to be able to admit that because everyone he’s friends with knows Ricky’s habits. they can put two and two together. The camera guys, they don’t get the meaning of this line, eh whatever, he’s noncommittal, but it’s not that, it is so much more than that, and Gina knows that and Gina gets that.

“but you and I’ve become a sacred kinda home”

ah yes. this line. Gina is Ricky’s home. Gina is the place where she feels seen, and understood, and known. Ricky was the first person to see Gina for who she truly was and look past all of the intimidation and the fronts she was putting on so people wouldn’t know the real her. but Ricky saw her for who she was. and for me, this is a promise to Ricky. They’re building their own sacred home together and that to me is so special.

“so rare so real right here in this moment”

oh my. I love this line so much. the usage of the word rare is so amazing I have no words, bc rare really does define Gina and Ricky’s relationship. they’ve gone thru so many unique problems and really did get it all, because in so many movies you can’t have it all. If this were any other show Gina would have had to pick between New Zealand and Ricky, between her future job and her future love. but in this case her futures are tied together, they are one and the same, if that makes sense. she can have both and she will have both, because Ricky and Gina’s relationship is rare and true and beautiful and absolutely real.

“cause I love you feels a lot like high school and forever after that”

again, I just love this line because of the implication that rina can and will have everything that they want. they beat the odds, essentially. They’re meant to be and they’ve proven it. love can be found all over, whether romantic or platonic even. The relationships that you make in high school don’t have to end when you graduate - they can last forever beyond that and Ricky and Gina are proving it. and like I said earlier, how in some movies the girl has to choice between her dream career and her dream guy and with hsmtmts season four, she doesn’t. She makes her own future with both of her dreams in it. and that is so powerful and profound. bless these script writers and these song writers.

“I wanna finish what we started in the stairwell where we met”

oh my gawwww-

this is probably one of the most rooted lines in rinas history (that sentence did not make sense but I’m too tired to find out a way for it to make sense so suck it up). the fact that they met and instantly clicked and had a gut instinct from a two minute conversation in a stairwell about an ex and how to win her back. Even when Ricky didn’t think he was going to speak to her ever again both of them did what they do best: give each other some of the best advice of their lives, whether they realized it or not. Gina wouldn’t have gone to theater club if not for Ricky. Ricky wouldn’t have sang itikyk and gotten Troy and started rina on this whole crazy journey if he hadn’t spoken to this “intimidating” girl and gotten her advice. and even though we know this flashback wasn’t shot originally in season one (I’m pretty sure, right?) you can tell that the chemistry is off the charts. From one sighting. and the “finishing what we started,” going big with the declaration of love, that’s what Ricky is finishing. He’s finishing what they started but also continuing their love story on. and that is beautiful and heartbreaking and I will never ever be over them.

#12daysofrina #I’m probably rambling at this point #but I just wanted to get this out there before the day is over #love you forever is one of my absolute favorite hsmtmts songs and nothing will ever be on top #it just-#it hits different #like a lot #like seriously #im surprised I had enough coherent thoughts to make a post about this that’s how much this song does to me #hsmtmts #ricky bowen #gina porter #rina #ricky x gina #theyre such simps for each other it’s actually perfect

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:,( vampy I was worried about you! Glitter angel <///////3 not to sound parasocial but things do feel rlly dull whenever you do your stray kitty thing. Always thinking about you, I hope you know you were missed! And hoping life has sweetened for you and that you were able to get that procedure for your bunny :( You’ve always been the sweetest girl to me and I know things started getting rlly hard, you are something so special and unique so pleaseeeee do not let this world take any of that sparkle from you. Idk why I am shy too shy send this off anon but I’m hoping any of this strikes some familiarity in you lol, message me if you ever need to talk! Love you kitty

;-; too sweet 4 me not to respond to rly quickly . Thank you so much! i feel too shy & very sugary over this lol, thank u ^^ My brownbunnie ended up not needing the botfly removal &she Is okay, i feel so blessed abt that. I am okay! my life has been feeling incredibly frustrating ! But all is okay. this msg means a lot & I feel inspired to vent. pretend we r all squished on the countertop 2Gether like we used to , when I was miss blogger. i’ve been In limbo with my living arrangement for nearly half a year + My family situation is . if I am speaking sweetly I would use the word disheartening lol + Mostly most of all When things go wrong with my animals There Is just genuinely no way of coping 4 me . i am so blessed that all the animals I take care of are currently healthy But a few scares happened + i became responsible for even MORE!! animals which ;-; isn’t necessarily where the issue lies . Ohh boo Trying not 2 ramble much but :

I have been taking care of animals truly as soon as i could start walking lol , my dad has always owned all sorts of farm animals & etc. And as a kid I took on a lot of that responsibility so it’s always been my life &very willingly so , It’s what makes me happiest [<- this is to explain I am confident in my care , It is so most definitely the thing i am best at / most proud of myself about. i feel strange sort of bragging abt it I guess but if it is true . Then YK i rly feel like i am allowed to lol! i do anything 4 animals I’m responsible for and I am rly proud of the amt of time &dedication & especially physical work I put into making sure they r all healthy and as happy as possible] flipside : I am aware it is a problem and all my life I have been told / attempted 2 work on it But anything happening to my animals has always been totally unsurvivable for me almost. it is , idk. It is rly distressing for every1 to see what happens to me ig And especially to hear the sorts of thoughts i have. So rambly ALL OF THIS TO SAY - i feel my dad Is irresponsible with the way he takes care of his animals So i have taken ~all~ of it up myself but with the limited resources i can afford + energy i have lost bcus I have been unwell for a while, i am rlyly frustrated with the circumstances and so badly at myself for not being able to give all these animals the type of care they deserve . If my love was enough Then they’d all be living in their own slice of heaven with heated blankets and heart - shaped ice cubes in their water containers but. :[ I have been doing the best i can with what I have the money for but this totally by far has been tenthousand bullets to my psyche And how can i blog when everyday i am crying abt my animals or digging the dirt out from my fingernails &cleaning outside until a snotbubble is frozen to my face . I just wish every animal in the world was okay lol . anyways. I love u! iknow who you r silly I will dm you soon <🐾3

#answering other lovely little things & Dms soon i promise -///-;

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kimsaena88 · 2 years

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It’s funny how you don’t realize just how much you miss something until you have it back, even if for a fleeting moment. Seeing BTS together again on stage was as exciting as it was bittersweet. Putting into words the emotions that filled my heart watching them perform as one for such a monumental event is proving to be quite difficult for me. This wasn’t just any regular concert for the boys, or even ARMY. It was a show for the public, for the world. The admission was free, anyone could watch it online, and it aired on Korean television. Despite the hiccups leading up to the show, the concert was a success, with high ratings and unimaginable numbers of online viewers. There was so much viewer traffic that the major platforms streaming the concert crashed, leaving millions of ARMYs and viewers to search for another source. The public perception has been positive, and the tremendous economic impact is being celebrated by the Busan locals. It truly is hard to describe the significance of this concert for BTS, for Busan, and for Korea. This will be a wondrous moment forever remembered by so many, far beyond the port city where it was held.

Many in Korea who aren’t ARMY were curious about BTS and what makes them so special, and the response has been amazing. Even for my own family who tuned in, their reactions were priceless. Apparently, one of my uncles was enchanted by Jin, and my grandmother said she now understands why I love Jimin so much. My sister’s oppa, who wasn’t a fan, decided to nab a ticket to the show, simply because he wanted to know what the hype was all about. He kept sending my sister videos and pictures, and he was in complete awe of what he was experiencing. By the end of the concert, he asked her, “Should I become ARMY?!” It was so cute how impressed he was, and how he thanked BTS for putting on such an incredible show. Needless to say, as an ARMY, it made me so happy!!

For BTS and ARMY, this was the show to finally close the first chapter of our story. We got to see the boys perform the songs that we all know and love, possibly for the last time. We were gifted “달려라 방탄 (Run BTS)” early, much to everyone’s excitement. The boys really gave that performance the proper due diligence that a song like that would require. It was very reminiscent of the classic backbreaking stages that put BTS in a class of their own. Witnessing Jimin and V wholly fall into an embrace at the end of the performance says it all.

It was easy to see that this concert meant a lot to the boys, and they didn’t want it to end. Each minute was cherished and not gone to waste. They went into this concert knowing that it will be the last concert with all of them together for the foreseeable future. Now we know that it won’t be until 2025 that BTS will finally take the stage again as a group. As much as it breaks my heart to know that it will feel like eternity before we get the boys as OT7, I trust that they will make us proud, and will come back to us stronger than ever!!

Even though we won’t be getting any new BTS music and performances for what seems like forever and a day, we still have so much to look forward to! Jin is releasing a single, and will no doubt bless us all with his silver voice and stunning WWH visuals. The other remaining members are working hard on their much awaited solos, which we know will be worth waiting for. I for one am absolutely beyond ready for all they have to offer, and I am excited to watch each one of them shine in their own light!!

달려라 방탄이들!! Let’s go~!! 💜💜

#방탄소년단 #bts #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jikook

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musette22 · 14 days

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Happy Sunday Minnie! I hope you're doing well and that you're having a lovely weekend!

I'm fairly new to the Stucky/Evanstan fandom. Found my way here just a few weeks ago during the TWS anniversary and isn't that just the loveliest thing about Stucky...that they have a bond that's so strong that some one like me who only got into Marvel over the Christmas break can fall in love with them and try to catch up on 10+ years of fics that give us the ending that Steve/Bucky deseved? Kudos to Chris and Sebastian for being the wonderful, talented actors that they are that they were able to give so much depth to their characters even when Marvel wanted to destroy them.

Being a complete newbie to this fandom I have to ask...I keep seeing posts about Chris being worried about Seb during a press conference because he seemed to be ill. Do you happen to have a link to the video or know which one it was so I can search it up myself? Sorry about my rambing ask...I can't seem to keep my thoughts in order 🙈

Happy Sunday, lovely! And a belated welcome to the fandom! It's so so nice to hear that new people are still joining us. The TWS anniversary has been so wonderful, and I'm really happy that it helped you fall in love with the boys too 🥹❤️ I have to say, I am almost a little jealous of you getting to read all those incredible fics for the first time! This fandom truly is incredibly talented and incredibly blessed to have so many brilliant fics (not to mention fanart and endless others creations). I hope you enjoy!! 💖

And aahhh yes, I think I know what moment you're referrring to. If it's what I think it is, it's a comic con moment that actually is one of my favourite Evanstan anecdotes 🥹 Unfortunately there is no video, there's only a fan report of it, but as I understand it, there were multiple reports from that con of Seb being sniffly, so I assume it's legit! You can find the post here 🙏🏻

If this isn't what you meant, let me know and I'll have another think about what it could be. Hope this helps, and feel free to drop by anytime if you have any other things you'd like to ask or share! ✨️

#stucky #evanstan #minnie answers

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helshollowhalls · 2 years

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I just watched DSOD again... For the first time in what felt like decades to be honest.

Everytime I watched the movie up until now, my heart shattered into pieces the moment Atem left Yugi and his friends without any chance of him returning another time. This time however, it was different.

The final moments of the film played, they graduated, said goodbye to Tea who was on her way to America... Everybody was moving on, becoming an adult, live their lives. The series... Has ended. It is a happy ending. Yes. But it is also sad knowing that Kazuki Takahashi will never bless us with any content ever again. No more drawings of Mai and Joey relaxing at the beach, no more concepts of Seto's and Yugi's game development future.

No more genuine love and appreciation for the world and characters he has created. I know that Takahashi gave Konami the rights to Yu-Gi-Oh!. I know that Konami is - at the end of the day - a company in a capitalistic society, focused on making more and more money. But at least for me - at the center of it all will always be the creator himself. Takahashi has my utmost respect for creating this world and the characters and never losing sight of what he wanted this franchise to actually be - A story about friendship and personal growth through hardship.

I don't think words can truly express what impact this show had on me - Watching it as a child, my first childhood crush, being very passionate about the story and characters, yet incredibly unenthusiastic about putting effort into learning the TCG, watching Duel Monsters, GX, Season Zero, YGOTAS, 5D's. Finding a home and family within this universe, going back to it during tough times. The memes, the parodies, the OCs, the games, the fanart, the song covers, the incredibly sappy and sometimes outright horrendous fanfiction... Sometimes on my part, I do admit.

Back when the news first came out that Takahashi had passed away I didn't know how to word my emotions... Infact, I still have my attempt saved as a WIP.

I am incredibly sad that he has passed. But he left something for all of us. And I am so grateful that he created Yu-Gi-Oh! And got to give these characters the story and happy ending they deserved. And this show is something we can keep with us for our entire lives, even though the creator has already passed away... and keep creating.

I know I sure as heck will even if it will just be for myself.

#yugioh dsod #ygo dsod #dark side of dimensions #yugioh duel monsters #yugi mutou #tea gardner #joey wheeler #tristan taylor #duke devlin #bakura ryou #kazuki takahashi #ygo dm #Masaki anzu #Jonouchi katsuya #Honda hiroto #Don't mind me I am just rambling

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m1ckeyb3rry · 6 months

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Hurricanes / Hummingbirds: X

Series Synopsis: As the years go by, you find that it is incredibly difficult to survive wars and fight storms, especially when the only thing you have by way of a cursed technique is the blessing of a tiny bird.

Chapter Synopsis: Kashimo takes you to meet a person that might be able to help you in your battle against Ten.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x Female Reader; slight Kento Nanami x Female Reader; slight Satoru Gojo × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.4k

Content Warnings: swearing, enemies/rivals to lovers, character death, canon-typical violence, angst, gore, original characters included

A/N: kashimo stans how are we doing...😔

You and Kashimo were exact opposites. He was the god of lightning. You were blessed by the hummingbird. There was no universe in which you and he could coexist. Perhaps this was where his drive came from, his natural determination to see the end of your existence: you were not meant to live at the same time. There could only be one of you, and yet for so many years it had been both of you, taking up space and jousting for dominance over a sky that hated you both equally.

The truth — and this was a secret that you had never told anyone — was that you wanted to fight him as badly as he wanted to fight you. It was the most thrilling, illicit thing you could imagine, your guiltiest pleasure, picturing a battle that you fought for no other reason than because you wanted to, a battle that you might not win, one where your life was truly on the line instead of a routine exorcism that meant nothing in the long run. It would be a break from the monotony of your life, and an escape from the crushing obligation of having to defeat Ten in exchange for the power the hummingbird had lent you. Maybe that was what you fantasized about the most; not the clash itself but the freedom that it would bring you.

At night, you had been dreaming of him. Hisashi could never know this, but ever since you had intruded upon Ten’s domain, your nightmares about your parents had vanished. Now, it was Kashimo you saw. The visions varied: sometimes, your sword would drive into his heart, his hot blood spurting out and covering you in red, and on other nights, his lightning would dance through your veins until you blacked out from the pain, the most sensation you had ever felt in your life. The commonality between the dreams was him, always him, only him. You could not close your eyes without seeing his cold expression, and after two weeks, you resolved to seek him out once more and demand him to leave your mind.

There were dark shadows under his eyes when you happened upon him, bruises like roses blooming on the face of the invincible man. Who could’ve caused such wounds? Was it your imagination, or had he been easier to find this time? As if he knew what you must be thinking, his fingers flitted to his face, tracing the outline of the purpling.

“I’ve come to see you,” you said finally, when it became clear that he was not going to say anything. He dug his nails into his skin, though lightly, not hard enough to draw blood.

“Have you, now?” he said. “I know you have not defeated Ten yet, so there must be some other motivation for you to be here. Is it to torture me?”

“It seems there is no need for my intervention in that regard,” you said. “Seeing as someone else has beat me to it.”

He raised his eyebrows, his hands falling to his sides again, his shoulders slumping. You had never seen him in such a way, his weapon-like body faded into a shadowed copy of itself, frail and trembling and easily breakable.

“No one else could ever beat you to it,” he said. “No one else could ever beat me.”

“But I have not even seen you in so long,” you said. “How, then, can you put this recent turn of events upon me?”

“I am sick,” he said.

“Is it a fever?” you said.

“No,” he said.

“Your stomach?” you said again, narrowing your eyes, trying to discern what ailment he had.

“It is not that,” he said.

“Then a cough, perhaps?” you said.

“It is you,” he said.

“I am no disease,” you said.

“You might as well be,” he said icily. “I find no joy in anything but the thought of killing you. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. But — but what if it is not me? I cannot stop thinking about it. What if someone else does it first?”

He paused, looked up at the sky. The clouds covered the stars, and you frowned slightly. Perhaps it was strange, but you found you missed them. It was hard to believe that they were there when you could not so much as see them.

“I don’t want that,” he said. “I don’t want another person to be the one that gets that right. It should only be me.”

“No one will get that right,” you said carefully. “It will not be you, nor Ten, nor anyone else.”

He reached out for you, and to your surprise, you let him. His grip was strong enough to crush a weaker person’s wrists, but it did nothing to yours, despite his best efforts. You gazed at him steadily, waiting for him to speak.

“Draw your sword,” he said. “Please, draw your sword.”

“No,” you said.

“Kill me,” he insisted. “If I cannot kill you, then I want you to kill me. I want to know what it’s like to triumph — but if I cannot have that, then at least once I would like to lose.”

“I dream about it sometimes,” you said, then paused. “No. All of the time. I promise — I promise that in the end it will be us two. You will have to wait until such a time comes to pass, however.”

“Ten,” he said, dropping your wrists and exhaling. This time when he looked up at the sky you understood what he meant by it.

“I have challenged him,” you said. “It will not be long. Even now I can feel it, feel his restlessness, how he wonders if I will make good on my promise and kill him or not. He will come for me soon.”

“Then you will need a better weapon than that sword of yours,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you said.

“That Gojo clan trash,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “It’d snap in an instant if you put any actual amount of cursed energy into it. Most cursed tools aren’t strong enough to withstand the amount of power needed for sorcerers like us to go all out, the way you indubitably would need to against Ten. You should forge your own sword; it’s what I did with my staff to ensure that it could handle my lightning.”

“I haven’t the faintest clue how to forge a sword,” you said. The sword you currently used was one that Hisashi had gifted you, a plain, workmanlike tool that did what you needed it to do. Sometimes you dreamt of a blade more suited to you, one that shone with the power of the hummingbird, but for your current purposes, Hisashi’s sword served well enough.

“You needn’t forge it yourself,” he said. “Your purpose is to imbue your cursed technique into it as it is created.”

“You act like such things are commonplace. The forgers of cursed weapons have never been ubiquitous, and in recent times have grown rarer than ever — largely in part to people like you,” you said, to which Kashimo only smiled slightly.

“I suppose you believe the rumor that I murdered the man who made my staff so that no one could ever have a weapon equal to mine,” he said.

“It wouldn’t be out of character for you to do such a thing,” you said.

“Perhaps, but in truth I did not,” he said. “I left him alive in case I ever needed him again. What good fortune that I did, as that hour has finally come.”

“You don’t need him,” you pointed out. He actually laughed.

“Perhaps I don’t,” he said. “However, don’t you?”

“I suppose that is the case. How long will it take?” you said.

“Maybe months. Maybe Ten will not be patient for that long,” he said. “You ought to begin as soon as possible, lest you keep your lord waiting.”

“He is not my lord,” you said. “He is my parent’s killer. He is the one I was born to defeat.”

“Yet he rules over your life regardless, and so cannot be called anything but,” Kashimo said. It was that same wry humor that he employed whenever speaking of yours and Ten's eventual clash, that half-disdain, half-envy, as if he found your devotion ridiculous and, at the same time, wished you were that devoted to him instead.

“He is the lord of the sky,” you said. “If anything, he is your lord, o god of lightning.”

Kashimo’s face grew strangely pale, as if you had something particularly blasphemous, something that offended his sensibilities to the max. Well, to be fair, you certainly had — he was the independent deity who hated to think of anyone as above him, and yet here you were implying that he was nothing more than a pawn in Ten’s game.

“Never say such a thing again,” he said. “No matter who they are, I will never fall to my knees for another person.”

“Hm,” you said. “Maybe that’s true. Though it doesn’t matter; I know you hardly even believe in Ten. How could you kneel to something that does not exist?”

Kashimo frowned. “Of course I do not believe in him. But you do.”

“And so?” you said. He extended his hand, palm facing the moon. You stared at it for a moment before setting your own atop his, suppressing a flinch when sparks pinpricked your skin.

“And so he must definitely exist. Somewhere, somehow, he is real, or I will make him be so. This waiting, this torture you force upon me…if Ten does not exist, then it isn’t worth it. Then this entire charade is worthless on your part. Therefore, I have to have faith that he is an actual being,” he said. “Because you are many things, Y/N L/N, but I find that the one thing I cannot think of you is worthless.”

Then his fingers closed over yours and he took off at an impossible speed, one you could only hope to match with the Hummingbird’s Blessing active. But you did not even need to run, his hurtling momentum carrying you along behind him effortlessly, so that your feet were pushing at air instead of striking against the ground.

Almost as soon as it had begun, the breathless flight was over, Kashimo skidding to a stop in front of a large camphor tree. You slammed into his broad back, which he took no heed of, his glittering eyes trained on the camphor’s boughs, mouth tugging upwards into a smile.

“You can come out now,” he said. “I haven’t come to kill you. In fact, I’ve brought someone I need you to help.”

It was the kindest you’d ever heard him say anything — a request, not a demand. There was a shuffling sound and then a ripple in the air in front of us before a sharply-dressed, dark-haired man blinked into existence, scowling at Kashimo, who fairly beamed at him.

“Hajime Kashimo,” the man said. “To what do I owe the honor of the so-proclaimed god of lightning paying a visit to my humble abode?”

“I told you already. I have someone who needs your help,” he said.

“And since when has it been in your nature to try and help others?” the man said, arching a neat brow at Kashimo.

“It’s self-serving either way,” you interjected. “He only wants me to have a better weapon so that I may defeat Ten and then fight him. Don’t think that altruism is a virtue he’s suddenly gained.”

“Who might you be?” he said before pausing. “No, wait. If Hajime wants to fight you, then there’s only one person you can be: the Hummingbird.”

“At least, I am blessed by such a creature,” you said, as graciously as you could.

“Of course,” he said. “Y/N L/N. The sorcerer who’s received the Hummingbird’s Blessing. Ah, forgive me for my lack of manners; my name is Daisuke Hinode.”

“Daisuke Hinode!” you repeated in surprise, for the name was one you recognized. “You don’t mean to say you’re —”

“Yes,” he said, interrupting me before you could finish. “That Daisuke Hinode.”

Daisuke Hinode was a man that had been erased from the history books, or at least Kichiro Kamo had been doing his very best to ensure that that was the case. His sly technique and deadly weapons made him Kichiro’s bitterest rival, an enmity only matched by the one Kashimo held for you. But unlike you and Kashimo, there was no equality between Kichiro and Daisuke; in fact, in any match the two had, Daisuke would come out the winner. So, instead, Kichiro endeavored to destroy Daisuke in another way, the way that really mattered: from the memories of posterity.

How sad it was, you thought to yourself as you scrutinized Daisuke — who you found to have a sort of unassuming charm about him — that in a few decades, he would be forgotten completely. Would he ever have descendants? Would there ever be anyone else who carried on his name? And what of his technique, that secretive, elusive thing? Would it be lost to the ages?

“I hid him,” Kashimo said proudly. He was strange around Daisuke. Gentler. As if Daisuke was someone he could genuinely consider a friend instead of just another person he had to fight.

“He did not,” Daisuke said. “I hid myself with my technique. He just suggested a place that would work the best. Will you tell Kichiro Kamo?”

“I shan’t,” you said. “Not if you can help me the way Kashimo is convinced you can.”

Daisuke hummed. “I have no reason to trust you, you know.”

“Of course not,” you agreed readily, though you were altogether put out by the development. Your association with the Big Three Sorcerer Families was generally helpful due to the respect the clans commanded, but in times like this, it was actually a hindrance.

“Bar one,” he continued. “If Hajime brought you here…”

Kashimo himself shrugged. “Her trustworthiness was of little concern to me when I did so. She needs a sword, Daisuke.”

“A hummingbird’s sword,” Daisuke said. “I wonder what such a weapon could be called. It would be such a magnificent thing…and so I demand payment.”

“Payment!” you said. Kashimo snickered.

“Of course you do,” he said. “How do you aim to collect, Daisuke?”

“It is twofold,” Daisuke said, holding up two fingers. You frowned, wondering what absurd requests he would make of you.

“Go on,” you said warily.

“There is a girl,” he said. “The daughter of a prostitute and a European tradesman. We were friends in our youth, and I wish — I wish to meet her again. If you can find that girl and bring her to me, then I will consider the first request fulfilled.”

“Very well,” you said, though in truth such bastards were not exactly a rarity, and there was no guarantee that the girl whom Daisuke spoke of even remembered him. “And the second?”

“Aid Kichiro in his quest,” he said. “Erase me from the pages of history. Make it so that Hinode is a name no one knows of; I wish to vanish as verily as if I had used my technique.”

“Why is that?” you said. “Isn’t the aim of every man to be remembered?”

“Being remembered and being loved are not the same, Y/N L/N,” he said. “I would take the latter over the former any day. If Kichiro cannot wipe all evidence of my existence, he will surely slander me in every story that is told. I wish to spare my descendants the humiliation that bearing my name will hold if such an event is to occur, and so I repeat: make it so that I disappear, so that there was never a man named Daisuke Hinode. If you can do that, then I will give you a sword that can shatter the heavens.”

“Fine,” you said. “I will do my best.”

“I will help,” Kashimo said imperiously.

“What help would you be?” you said, raising a critical eyebrow at the warlike man, who you had never known to offer help to anyone. He shrugged as if it was something he did everyday, like he was a regular patron of the needy.

“Do you know the girl Daisuke speaks of?” he said. You scowled, because of course you did not, so you found that it was altogether rude of Kashimo to tease you for it.

“No,” you said.

“I do,” he said. “When we were young, the three of us…spent some time together.”

You realized you knew frighteningly little about him. You supposed he was aware of that, which was why he was dangling the information in front of you, frustratingly out of your grasp but close enough that you kept reaching for it like a fool.

“Well, won’t Daisuke tell me who she is?” you said.

“No, he wouldn’t,” Kashimo said. “What sort of payment would it be if there is no difficulty to it? And you have been blessed by the Hummingbird, so if you know her identity, it would be so easy for you to find her that Daisuke could never feel sufficiently reimbursed.”

“Wouldn’t it be the same if you tell me who she is?” you pointed out.

“As if I would just tell you!” Kashimo said, like that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. You pouted, though it was a childish gesture. You had been hoping he would just tell you who she was, so that you could get it out of the way, obtain your sword, and then get your fight with Ten over and done with.

“You’re right,” Daisuke said. “I was actually planning on telling her, but if she is as strong as the rumors say, then it wouldn’t make sense. Surely she can figure it out with her supposed power!”

“Kashimo,” you hissed. “If I did not know that threatening to murder you would only excite you further, I would do so right now.”

“I promise I won’t even try to fight you until Daisuke has forged your sword,” he said, every word sparkling with the utmost of sincerity, ignoring your threat completely. You snorted.

“We already agreed that we would not fight until I defeat Ten, or have you forgotten already?” you said. He opened his mouth and then closed it, repeating the process a few times before exhaling in defeat.

“I suppose that that’s true,” he said.

“So it’s not some great concession the way you’re making it out to be,” you said. “In fact, this is all for your benefit. The sooner I can get my sword and defeat Ten, the sooner I can fight you. Don’t act as if you’re going out of your way to aid me.”

You had figured out during the course of the conversation Kashimo’s true motives in wanting to help you find the woman. There was no affection nor empathy in it; it was the same reason he had taken you to meet Daisuke in the first place. He wanted to fight you. He would do anything to fight you. But before you would fight him, you had to defeat Ten, which meant that for the moment, you both were temporarily aligned in your goals.

The only thing that you couldn’t understand was why he wouldn’t tell you who the girl was, but you decided to attribute this to a mischievous streak you had not known about until now.

“Whether or not it’s a concession on my part, the fact remains that you need my help if you want a sword from Daisuke. Unless you feel confident about your current weapon of choice?” he said, nodding at the sheathed sword which hung from your hip.

“Fine,” you said, though you were loath to do so and knew Hisashi, if he ever heard of it, would be furious. “Then we shall help each other.”

“How will you help me?” he said.

“I will forge the sword,” you said. “And I will defeat Ten. Then, I will defeat you.”

“You are a vain woman, to think yourself capable of defeating our very own god of lightning,” Daisuke said, before squinting and looking at you. “Well. Maybe not. I wish you luck, Hummingbird.”

With that, he turned and walked into a ripple, which formed in the air like it was fabric. In an instant, he was gone, a phantom that left behind nothing but a soft wind whistling through the branches of the camphor tree.

It took an entire day for you to gather the courage to tell Hisashi your plans. Even then, it was a doctored version, with Kashimo’s and Daisuke’s involvements edited entirely out of your recounting.

You pretended like the woman was someone who knew a sword forger — naturally, this was true, but that was not exactly why you were seeking her out — and could point you in their direction so that you could have a suitable cursed tool to face off against Ten. You thought that he might be averse to it and ask you to instead continue using his sword, but he did no such thing. He only nodded and agreed that it would be best for you to have something that you could use to channel your cursed technique, and that was the end of it.

“I am surprised the white-haired one did not come with you,” Kashimo observed when you reined your horse to a stop by where he leaned against a fencepost. You bristled at the insult to Hisashi, though it was barely even an insult.

“He would’ve,” you said. “If I had asked. He would go anywhere if I asked.”

Kashimo considered this before untying his own horse and swinging atop its back, kicking it forward and gesturing for you to follow him. You did so reluctantly, though every step the mare took away from your home with Hisashi felt like a betrayal to the man you were meant to marry.

“He wants your technique,” he said.

“His father coveted it, yes,” you said. You knew the reason why you had been engaged to Hisashi: the power of the Hummingbird, which the Gojo clan believed could smooth over the Six Eyes’ disappearance in recent years.

“How long have you known him?” Kashimo said. It was idle small talk, but there was a deeper purpose. In asking these questions, he was learning you in a way that you could never learn him. Perhaps it should’ve been a frightening proposition, the thought of Kashimo knowing you so intrinsically, but you found it to be more soothing than anything.

“Since I was a child,” you said. “Very young. I was promised to him the night that my parents were killed, right before the man with the stitch-scarred forehead came to meet me.”

For a little girl, the kind prone to romantic flights of fancy, a boy such as Hisashi Gojo was akin to a dream come true. The heir to a clan and possessing lovely, fine features, you had believed him to be a hero come to sweep you off of your feet.

Of course, such heroes did not exist, and so the early years of your engagement were devoid of much happiness. Hisashi did not hate you, but neither did he love you; he was a boy three years your elder, and so for the most part he thought of you as a child come to bother him, following behind him when he would rather be playing with Kichiro and Naoki.

When you two grew to be teenagers, he began to tease you incessantly, and so the roles were reversed in that you were the one frequently irritated by his presence. Naturally you did not realize that he was doing this because he had, in some way, grown to be fond of you, but that was the truth of it. He was becoming a man, and you a woman, and unlike you he was at the same time growing aware of this development. You believe it made him uncomfortable, the entire concept of the girl he had once known wearing the pretty face of an unrecognizable stranger, and so he lashed out at you in the only way he knew how.

He was never cruel. Hisashi at his heart has always been gentle, and even at his worst he didn’t know how to hurt you. You always thought his father might detest him for it, at least a little, that in such a violent existence he was still kind, but even if that was the case, it did not stop him from his softness. Maybe it was his own form of rebellion against the world.

You kissed Hisashi for the first time when you were —

“Alright, that’s enough,” Kashimo said. You snickered at his disgruntled expression, which he took no heed of. “I don’t need to hear about that part.”

“You asked,” you said.

“I distinctly did not,” he said haughtily. “It was a question that did not necessitate an entire story being told to explain its answer.”

“What else do we fill the time with?” you said. “Unless you’d like to tell me about your life.”

“No,” he said. An awkward silence stretched over the two of you. You gave Kashimo a telling look, and he frowned. “Fine. Tell me another story from your life. But — but not one with Hisashi Gojo in it. I care little for him and his gentleness.”

“Certainly, you only respect strength, so the value of a kind person would be lost on you,” you said. “Alright, what if I tell you about the man with the stitches on his forehead?”

Kashimo hummed contemplatively. “Fine.”

The night your parents died was the same night you met that man, the one who would define your existence forevermore. He had no great demands; indeed, he was overly generous to the point of suspicion. When you asked him the reason for his kindness, he told you that it was because your father had offered him something in return, made a Binding Vow to ensure your protection. And what authority did you have to question him? You were alone. Your parents had left you and you did not know where they had gone or why they had done it.

He was a handsome person, with an angular face and dark hair tied neatly back, as was customary for the time. The single blemish on what was an otherwise artistically perfect image was the row of stitches engraved into his forehead, standing out angry and red against the pale skin. You remembered this the best about him; even so many years later, when the shade of his eyes and the pursing of his lips had faded into the recesses of your memory, the stitches stood out as clearly as they had on the day you had met him.

That man — and he refused to tell you his name, claimed ‘names had power for creatures such as hummingbirds’ — was the one who gave you the book Tales of the Hummingbird. He also told you what it meant for you to be blessed in the way that you were.

The eternal conflict with the lord of the sky. He was the one who told you about it, who told you about Ten. Perhaps if it had not been for him, you never would’ve known that you had to fight that great being. Well, that’s likely not true; if you were born to do it, then you would’ve found out eventually regardless. The man only sped along the process, made it so that you knew your life’s purpose from the moment you could think deeply enough about your existence to begin wondering what it might be.

You asked him what your father’s Binding Vow had been, but he never told you. He only patted his lap, bade you to sit upon it and then stroked your hair as he spoke. You remembered that there was a warmth lacking from the gesture, though this could be put down to your fascination with the grotesque appearance of his brow leading to a lack of appreciation for the comfort you were sure he was trying to provide you.

He told you that the day would come when you, too, would make a Binding Vow with him. You said you would not, that you were not in the business of making Binding Vows with just about anyone, but he only chuckled and told you that things would change in the future and one day you’d beg him to do it, beg him to give you the chance to get what you most terribly wanted.

Even now you didn’t understand what he meant by that — after all, how could a Binding Vow with a mere man grant your deepest wishes? The only theory you had ever come up with was that somehow the nature of his technique was as such, but it felt a flimsy explanation.

When you asked Hisashi and Kichiro and even Naoki if they knew the man of whom you spoke, they shook their heads and told you that they had never seen a person like that. So he remained a mystery, one you never again encountered but thought of frequently.

“That was a little anticlimactic,” Kashimo said.

“Whatever do you mean?” you said. He shrugged, reaching up to hold a tree branch out of his way and then letting go so that it sprung back and would’ve slammed into your face if you had not ducked in time.

“So a man made a vow with your father and gave you a book. I don’t understand why you’re so impressed by that. If I give you a book, will you think of me frequently?” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“No,” you said. “And you cannot make a vow with my father, as he is dead, so think of some other way to occupy my mind.”

“Really, though, he was probably just some relative of yours or another that took the chance to mold you into the perfect, powerful little sorcerer that would do as he asked in the wake of your parents’ death. He was probably lying about all of it,” Kashimo, ever the practical one, said. You let out a heavy exhale.

“It’s possible. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that there was something odd about the entire situation,” you said. “After all, why did he have that book? Until that point, it was not even certain if I had a cursed technique or not.”

“If you look for fantastical explanations, then they will manifest. Conversely, if you look for the reasonable methods, then they will surely make themselves apparent,” he said.

“That’s true,” you said hesitantly. Kashimo blew out a huff of air.

“You tell boring stories. I suppose that’s that, then; I’ll have to tell you one about myself,” he said.

“Will you, now? Which one?” you said. There was so little you knew about Kashimo that you could not help how his statement piqued your interest. He grinned, a smug, self-satisfied expression that was so at home on his face it was a wonder he did not wear it more often.

“I’m sure there is much you’d like to know, and before I kill you, I will tell you it all and tell you it well, but in the meantime, we should begin with a more innocuous story,” he began.

“Get to the point, Kashimo,” you said. “What are you going to tell me?”

“You won’t indulge my theatrical desires when I am going so far out of my way to help you? Cruel woman that you are, I guess it isn’t too much out of character for you to do such a thing,” he said.

“As I said earlier, you are not going out of your way. You all but forced your way into helping me, when I would’ve been able to find this woman perfectly easily without your interference and your egging on of Daisuke,” you said.

“Well, you wouldn’t have even found Daisuke without me…but that’s beside the point!” He hastily cut himself off when he saw you open your mouth to argue. “The story I’m going to tell you is actually related to both the woman and Daisuke. In fact, it is the story of my childhood and how it is that an orphan, one who was born with nothing to his name, came to be known as the god of lightning, making up for his lack of blessings by becoming a deity in his own right.”

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