#i remember being really dazzled by the animation

[heliianth]

i havent watched the original series since i was like 11 but my recent obsession with saoa is really tempting me to revisit it

[ranbitteeth]

hiii i love ur art and ur fics!!🫶🏽

im desperateee for a reader rails mizu w strap fic😭😭 all the smut i see are of reader bottoming and that makes me hella dysphoric sigh

so so like reader stretching mizu out, lots of whimpering, mizu being nervous, mizu feeling full and claimed, just messy subby mizu taking big strap for the first time plssss😭😭😭😭 maybe some pussy eating foreplay idk, whatever u find best and fun to write. i just need mizu to be a subby bottom its plaguing my mind😵‍💫

A/N: Your wish is my command, dearest! Hhmmm I can never really tell if you guys want a modern/cannon compliant setting— but I find my words flowing easier for the latter. If this isn’t to your liking, I can always write another one! More modern and fluffy

Tags: Possessive!Reader, GN!Reader, Reader is besties w Madame Kaji, DomTop! Reader, Jealous! Reader, Straps, Tried to be historically accurate but one can only do so much research on ancient japanese dildos, takes place sometime before Mizu hops in the boat, Goodbye Sex, Misery.

About 3.8k word count, so I’ll highlight the beginning of the actual smut in red and a star! *

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Parting Ways— To London You Go

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You despised him.

The Blue Eyed Beast of Japan. The onryo. The bastard half-breed that killed the Four Fangs and cut through the Shindo Dojo. Now that was a man that deserved a dog’s death. A humiliating, painful, wretched thing— so much so that pity would spread like disease among even the most hardened of men. A white man had no business in your country. Much less some impure dog, chasing ghosts of white men who had long since fled the island paradise. You believed this yourself, once. The village gossip and fantasies of his approaching death entertained you, excited you. You’d hear of his dishonorable death one evening and you’d think —‘good riddance’.

But no one told you just how much of a darling he was.

You remembered that night to picture clear, the image of his slumped body in the snow so clear in your eyes and memory. His face was twisted into a pained grimace, eyes screwed shut beneath the colored lenses of his glasses— he reeked of blood even in the snowstorm.

Unbeknownst to your family, you brought him inside, ordered your guards to gently place his body in your quarters. The servants made no protest when they saw your insistence on saving this stranger. The wound was seeping a crimson poison onto your floor, red and hot and stinking of blood.

The two of you were alone when his eyelids fluttered open, pained grunts and whimpered muffled by his own teeth against his bottom lip. And you saw it. Blue eyes— unnatural, wrong, and positively lovely. You’ve seen oceans and ponds and skies with less of a dazzling hue. It disgusted you, initially, as the realization of who he was suddenly and violently appeared in your mind.

You hadn’t expected someone so…normal looking.

He did not have a pig’s nose or clammy, sun-abused skin. He was not a beast, giant and ugly— but a man. An injured man, you recalled once his blood stained your palm. Stained your floor, your bed and his clothes. You distantly realized your hands were moving on their own as they undid the binds of his old kimono, and there, beneath the worn, filthy fabric were binds. Not of injury, not of a warrior— but of shame.

Alone in your chambers on a cold winter night amidst the worst storm you’ve ever seen— you knew. The blue-eyed, vicious animal that had earned all of Kyoto’s scorn was in fact a woman.

You adored her.

Your home grew to be a sanctuary to her of sorts. For a being so well despised by the nation, the comforts you provided were scarce luxuries. A bed. A roof. Some semblance of protection. You cared after her like one would a feral pet, a feat which did not go unnoticed. With a blade to your neck and blood painting her hands, she demanded your silence— a vow to never break. As if you’d risk losing such a treasure to the hands of bounty hunters of white men.

The two of you danced with hate for months.

She was a silent spirit, a brewing storm on the distant horizon. At times, you’d catch her eyes on you, other times, she’d notice you doing the same. At times, you’d reach your hand forward and caress the scars on her skin. At times, she’d allow you to– going so far as to present herself.

At times, you’d make love to her. Your depravity was no secret to anyone with ears and working eyes— but your status and wealth made you untouchable. No one but your servants would hear her cries echo from your chambers, and no one but you would see her in the throes of pleasure, head tossed back, expression screwed into one of hesitant bliss and ecstasy.

Or so you thought.

She often returns to you like a dog would weeks after leaving. Loyal, endearing and silent. Whether it was out of some misplaced desire of courtesy or a genuine attachment, you did not know. You’d tell yourself you did not care, but Man would never be born without sin. Madame Kaji, the wonderful hag, would bewitch you in letters with tales of her ladies in the delights her brothel would offer. She mentioned a certain blue-eyed beast in her company in her most previous message. Her letter was pointed, concise, and utterly enraging. By its contents, you would piece together your Mizu’s night with a princess– of all wretched things. After months of silence, alone in your palace with no one but the one and off prostitutes you’d hire and the servants you paid deftly for their loyalty, and the samurai goes off to bed and abandone a lady princess of the Tokunobu clan.

Mizu would not show her face to you until spring. By then, your anger had solidified and festered into an untamable typhoon. As your servants led her to your chambers, Mizu would be standing dead-center in the eye of your storm. Something in her was different. Stronger, yet weaker. Kinder, yet crueler.

“You show your face here again?” You ask cooly, and at least she had the decency to look ashamed, removing her hat. Like this, you could see her properly. (You’d never admit to your anger cooling, but it did.) She does not harden her voice in your presence, but it is quiet, timid, shameful. Before she could open her mouth to speak, one of your servant men approach, head bowed deeply.

“[Title and Name]”, he’d say. Your eyes glance over to him, humming as you granted permission to speak.

“There is a white man inside, bound and immobilized.” He says quickly, bowing his head deeper.

“I only wished for you to be aware.”

Your cold, steely eyes turn to fix Mizu with a chilling stare. She only looks at you head on, taking the challenge. Oh…

“Leave us.” You say, but not before giving an order to boil water over a fire. The door is smoothly slid shut, and the two of you are under the illusion of solitude once more.

“I am to depart for London soon.” Mizu says bluntly, abruptly. You couldn’t have expected anything less. You give no reaction save for a short sigh and two fingers against your temple.

“I am closer to my mission than ever before. I have an informant, I have a boat, I have names.” She talks as if to explain herself, stepping closer in light footsteps, hesitant. “I may not survive through this. I only wished to say goodbye before I leave.”

For a moment, you say nothing. Your mouth is rendered useless as your mind rushes with curses. To the world, to the white men, to Japan, to Mizu, to the hellsite that was London itself. The poisonous concoction of rage and envy that had been brewing for months was bubbling and prickling beneath your skin– only now with the addition of grief.

“This would have been much more convenient in scripture,” you say, voice like hot iron. Mizu’s surprise is tangible, eyes flickering around your features, searching for answers to her questions.

“I adore letters. You know this.” You begin to say, moving from your initial position and circling the room, retrieving several items and placing them on the large expanse of your sleeping bed. You open a box, massive with weight. Inside is parchment, pounds of it. “I collect them.”

You suddenly and harshly shove the box onto the floor, a flurry of parchment and ink spilling at your feet. Mizu seems to shrink, but refuses to cower. Gingerly, you retrieve one excerpt sent just a few months ago from Madame Kaji. You hand it to Mizu, surrounding her. You wait until you are certain she understands what she is reading before you begin to speak.

“Never took you as the brothel-dwelling type.” You say, watching as those demonic, off-putting, oh-so-lovely eyes scan the characters on paper. Your eyes stick to her lips before you remind yourself why you are angry. You imagined those lips entangled with another, and your blood goes cold.

“Nothing happened between me and the princess.” Mizu says, turning to face you. The genuine confusion in her expression is almost insulting. “She meant to kill me that night. Our duel meant nothing. Madame Kaji knows nothing that is true.”

“Not every conflict between you and a stranger is a duel and Madame Kaji is a dear friend of mine.” You reply easily. The hurt in your voice was becoming clearer with each passing syllable.

“You truly believe sailing the seas will come so easy? Do you know how many men I’ve lost in my trades on those voyages? Do you even know what awaits you in London?” You begin to demand these answers, losing the control you pride yourself in as you continue to speak. As a man and a woman, Mizu was nothing but a stupid, lost soul, wandering the earth without an object to attach to. You then gently cup her face in both hands, watching in delight as she melts into your touch.

*“Do you even know how much I’ve wanted you these past months?”

Mizu cannot answer. Her hands raise over yours, fingers brushing against your warmer ones.

“I meant no harm in my absence.” She concedes, round eyes rising to meet with yours. Just like that, the room had shifted. Your eyes darken as they raked along her face and figure, recalling what lay beneath the layers upon layers of fabric she’d use to protect herself.

“You can’t imagine…” You whine, gently undoing the bandages around her neck to expose the delectable skin that lay beneath. Untouched, unseen by all but few. You bury your nose into the crook of her neck before your tongue darts out just to taste flesh and the blood that pumped beneath. Mizu sighs, noticeably relaxing into you. Her arms move to wrap around your neck in a gentle embrace, a position you’ve grown to love and grieve for.

“Gods, how I’ve missed you…” you say, assisting Mizu’s hands and hurriedly undoing her kimono before your hands run hungrily along her skin. Scars, so many more than you remember. A different rage boiled inside of you, protective and not directed to Mizu in the slightest. The two of you move in sync of tangled limbs and warm breaths against open lips. You push her onto your cot, the rage you had felt previously spilling out in the form of hunger. You attack her neck with the teeth in your mouth, suckling and biting down on her white-man skin until cherry-red marks bloom across her neck. She whimpers, coyly craning her neck and exposing herself further– presenting herself. Begging for it. Gods.

“You were away so long I’d almost forgotten what a whore you are…” you coo, undressing her wholly, spreading her legs around either side of your hips. As a surprise to no one, you noticed the particular shininess to the downy hairs on her wet cunt, groaning softly at the sight. Her smell, her taste, her color– you’d spend innumerable nights recalling these things in exquisite detail, going so far as to seek her in other women and finding not one suitable substitution. Your hunger had been building up for months, and now here she was, just as enticing as you remember her. Her teeth nibble down on her finger as she groans into the air.

“[Reader], I haven’t..” she starts, but you shush her before she can continue. Her loyalty only endeared you to her further, and you wanted to remain somewhat angry.

“I know, puppy. You already know who you belong to, don’t you?” You murmured, practically salivating at the sight of her glistening pussy. A whine catches in her throat, allowing you to see in real time her strength and tenacity fail her beneath you. The demon man was nowhere to be found here. You tamed that spirit and contained her in your chambers. You reduced it from a spirit to a man to a moaning, wanton little tart.

“Keep your legs spread and I’ll give you what you came here for.” You order swiftly, to which she nods and complies, spreading her legs further apart. You eagerly adjust your position so that you are resting on your stomach, Mizu’s thighs on either side of your head and your mouth just above her wet cunt. With only an aroused groan as a warning, your tongue descends onto her slick folds, eagerly lapping up the wetness that coated her lovely skin. It was positively obscene, the color and taste of her, the slurping sounds across the room and her whimpering cries as months of stress and anger fell away under your tongue. The poor thing couldn’t even keep her thighs from squeezing around your head, effectively trapping you against her pussy— but it was no matter. Your tongue swirled and massaged what it could reach while the tip of your nose rutted against her clit. Slowly, surely, readily— her raspy, hoarse voice bloomed into something far sweeter, and you could feel the ice around your heart melting. This was the Mizu you knew, without the clothes and glasses and false identity. This Mizu was the one you owned.

You feel her getting close, as it was always obvious with her. You felt her thighs squeezing around your head, felt them shake and tense while her hips bucked against you and her breathing grew more desperate. You feel it, she feels it— she wants it so bad she sobs into her palm. You both know better.

You pull away with a wet, obscene sound, ignoring Mizu’s frustrated groan into her fist. Your lips and chin are wet with her taste and both of your bodies are shining with sweat.

“What? Were you close?” You ask huskily, readjusting yourself so that your body hovers over hers, your fingers pushing in and out of her gushing warmth. You start with two, massaging her insides into relaxation, molding her to your desires. She impatiently pushes her hips against you, holding you in a desperate embrace. You do not hurry, you don’t even respond as you take her lips in yours, letting her taste herself coating your tongue. It was a messy, depraved display— one that made her noticeably wetter around your fingers. Her nails claw into the fabric over your body, tugging it off.

“Take yours off too…” she says in between breaths, eyes half lidded and watery with want.

“You think you can take it already?” You ask slowly, dead serious. Mizu nods, a slow and deliberate thing. Who are you to argue now?

“It’s bigger than the other one. You sure?” You ask again, making slow, hard motions against her wet clit.

“[Reader]…” she gasps, carrying a note of exasperation, her hands now trembling against you. “Please…!”

You laugh, breathless, exhilarated. Your lips gently press against her forehead, a soft ‘wait here’ and a quick trip to the corner of your bedroom later, you retrieve it.

You commissioned this piece long before you knew Mizu would return. Your very own harigata, hard as a tortoise shell, ribbed and heavy in size and weight. You expressed your desire to be able to attach it to yourself to please your lovers and so the artist complied. You held it up with one hand, allowing Mizu to gauge at the weight and size before stuffing it with warm cotton dipped in the previously boiled water at your side. Mizu hasn’t even noticed the servant come in, far too immersed in watching you align the phallus to her soaking cunt. She feels the heat through the tortoise shell and whimpers, hips trembling before she spreads her legs further apart. The head was already pushing against her hole, oh so ready to slip inside. Just as you mean to push yourself in, Mizu makes a strangled little noise and you cease in your tracks.

“Yes?” You ask, already breathless.

“It’s big…” she says, repeating the words you said earlier. You laugh, endeared.

“Yes. You want it smaller?” You ask again, but she shakes her head no.

She licks her dried lips before she swallows. “Don’t hold back.”

Unable to control yourself, you laugh, head falling beneath your shoulders and against her collarbone. Fuck.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

You feel her nervousness in the tension of her body. As aroused as she was, it had been some time since she’s seen you. You begin with slow, shallow thrusts to get her accustomed to the feel, not going halfway until you hear her get noticeably impatient.

“Hold on, puppy. I don’t want to hurt you…” you say, but you push yourself in deeper to quiet her whimpers. The ribbed surface rutting in and out of her wet heat had its obvious effects. Her knees shake where they are around your hips and her head arches back as she moans, voice breaking. The harigata was doing everything it was designed to do and more. Mizu was falling apart so beautifully and you weren’t even fully inside.

Slower thrusts, still quick but less shallow, and she moves her arms to wrap around your neck in a tender embrace, holding your back to keep herself present. With you.

Some time passes, and you push yourself in further. You feel some natural resistance, Mizu’s breath hitching. You pause and pull away somewhat to check for her expression, finding her eyes wet with tears dripping down flushed cheeks. Her chest is rising and falling in ragged breaths as she struggles to compose herself long enough to get a sentence out.

“No! No, don’t stop. [Reader], please don’t stop,” she whines, cradling your face. You obliged and continued, though far slower than the pace you were going before. Mizu openly whimpers at this loss before she intertwines her legs around your hips by her ankles, keeping you close.

“Could that princess give you what I can?” You say suddenly, still feeling that burst of envy possess you as you rut your hips forward with a precision that only hours of fantasies and failed attempts to recreate Mizu’s body could give you. A shuddering, wanton moan later, Mizu’s hand flies over her mouth. You take that hand by her wrist and pin it to the floor, still thrusting your hips against hers with purpose and vigor. Not all the way in, not yet. “Well?” You ask. You demand.

“N-no…no she can’t…” Mizu damn near sobs, and possession coils in your gut as you push the harigata to reach new depths. Her moans are pitched and broken, you feel and see her falling apart. The poor thing felt so full, unsure what to even make of the delicious stretch your phallus provided or the hot arousal that being beneath you gave her. To some degree, she was yours, and you both knew it.

Feeling pleased with her state as she answered, you finally and gently push yourself in entirely, making her back arch and moans echo across your chambers like they did so long ago. The harigata’s other end pushes against you, makes you groan at the pressure. You look down at her whorish expression, her inky black hair spread like a halo around her head. You see her flushed skin shining with sweat, you see the tremble in her body and think about how much longer you’ll have to go without it.

“You don’t even know what you do to me…” You begin to ramble without thinking, words flowing like water from your tongue while Mizu moans beneath you.

You can’t help the way your hips begin to plow against hers, you can’t help the strength and ferocity that possesses you when you think of the distance that will be between the two of you. When you think of who she could meet and compare you to. When you think of yourself in the future, in bed, alone, aching for a body that will not be there. You cannot control the desire in your body when your hips move in a way that can only be described as primal, and she takes it all. Mizu has always taken what you give her so well, and it wasn’t long before you were both panting each other’s name against your skins, the room now hot and stuffy and reeking of sex. Her voice reaches a certain pitch, her nails claw into the silken fabric of your kimono, and you can tell she’s closer than ever.

A warm flower of pride bloomed in your chest as you realized that one day, if all went well, you could keep her for yourself. You’d no longer spend the lonely nights in your palace inviting women of the night to give you company. You’d no longer need to bear the crushing loneliness in your bed — not when Mizu’s mission would fail and she’d realize her rightful place at your side. Safe and warm. Protected. Yours.

You imagine fucking her day and night when she returns until she’s sore and trembling, unable to stand without your assistance. The mental image and the emotions it ignites inside of you make you openly and shakily moan in sync with her, and the two of you cum in each other's embrace. She’s damn near bitten through the silk of your kimono by now, drool coating the luxurious fabric. By now, she’s hardly the image of dignified, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You pull yourself off of her with nothing but a smooth roll of your hips and a near-violent shudder from the body beneath you. By then, it had all blurred together into a hazy memory of warm candlelight, golden skin, and warm, damp towels running along Mizu’s body and freshly fetched water poured into her waiting mouth. You only remember the rest you won for yourself that night, the two of you wrapped in a tangle of limbs and half torn fabric, warm.

But you wake up cold, and you recall why she came by in the first place.

“Would it be too burdensome to stay?” You implore, voice breaking with sleep and heartache. That worn, raggedy kimono is once again wrapped around her figure, her bandages back on. Her very aura is cold and distanced, and the weight of her decision truly settles into your skin.

“We can be happy, you know.” You say, almost pleading but with far too much pride to let it show. “I am in the mountains, far from the city. No white man could find you here,” You can’t being yourself to stand. You watch as her expression morphs from one of sorrow and pity to one of distrust, distaste, and near-resentment. Whether it is directed to you or her father, you cannot be sure.

With her back to you and her voice in the tone of a man’s, she bids you goodbye.

You find that— more than anyone— you want her quest of revenge to fail.

How you despised her.

And oh, how you missed her.

[bedoballoons]

Since this ask is a little specific, I'll let you choose the characters. Basically, the characters of your choosing with a winx fairy reader. If you don't want to do it, you don't have to.

I don't mind! However I haven't watched the Winch series in a very long time so if these aren't exactly like them I apologize! I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!

P.s. This was so nostalgic for me, I remember watching Winx alot growing up and even having like my first set of ships between the fairies and their significant others 😋

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Winx~༺}

CW: Fluffy! Made the reader have a different fairy magic include as many as I could! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour,

(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Xiao, and Freminet!)

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𑁍༄Lyney: <Fairy of light>

"Lyney...are you alright? I know this isn't what you were expecting.." You chuckled nervously, feeling your face heat up as he stared at you wide eyed, watching your dazzling wings sparkle in the sunlight, it was a lot to process to say the least. "You're...a fairy? Like what you read in books? You'd think being a magician I'd be better at handling things others don't normally understand, but I must say...this is definitely throwing me for a loop."

"Well to be more accurate, i'm a light fairy. I can use light magic...I also have a more optimistic personality." His gaze started to make you shy, suddenly you regretted showing him...what if he couldn't accept it.

"A light fairy, you know that suits you. You do radiate a type of light, I noticed that even before you showed me your wings. In a sense, you're a true being of optimism....that's beautiful. Mon amour, may I ask a few more questions?"

𑁍༄Tighnari: <Fairy of nature>

"Does being a nature fairy mean you are naturally more gifted with plants and animals?" Tighnari sat in the bright green grass, watching you with dazed eyes that constantly flicked to your wings. He'd asked so many questions, if you were born a fairy, were your parents fairies, did you know others like you, but he still able to actually wrap his head around your secret.

"I think I'm pretty good with plants, they certainly grow nicer when I'm around and I have control over some...as for animals..I mean I was able to start dating you fox boy~" You giggled teasingly, trying to loosen him back up to his usual self..hoping you hadn't just absolutely shocked him to the point of no recovery.

Thankfully your words helped, "I'm fennec fox boy thank you very much. If you're going to call me a furry at least be specific."

𑁍༄Xiao: <Fairy of music>

"Is that why...your music is soothing to everyone? Why you're able to convey so much emotion in your songs?" Xiaos hand was gently holding yours as the two of you swayed your feet off the edge of the Wangshu Inn railings, watching the night sky with your wings finally out in full view..your true self exposed for him to see.

"I'm not really sure if that's why...all I know is, I have a deep connection with music. I can feel what every note means, hear songs of joy, sorrow...any emotion clearly just through the melody. When I make music...I try to put that into it, make it so everyone else can hear it as well as I can... especially you."

"I can...it makes me feel calm. Thank you for that."

𑁍༄Freminet: <Fairy of waves>

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"You're a fairy of waves? Like...one with the o-ocean?" Freminet looked away from you, the blush on his face steadily growing darker everytime he caught glimpse of your wings...of you. It was like he saw you in a whole new light, his love for the ocean...for water itself and now you were apart of that as well. It was like a dream he didn't know he wanted to come true...had just done so. You were undeniably the most perfect fit for him now.

"One with the ocean...I don't know if I could say that entirely...but I do know that..the second I met you I could tell you understood how the sea felt. That you were like me when it came to it's waters and the creatures within, I was hoping that finding out my secret...wouldn't be to shocking that you'd no longer want to spend time with me."

"A-all I want to do is spend time with you. We should g-go diving together, talk about everything the ocean has to offer...I want to know more about you. T-to relearn everything a-about the one i-i...l-love."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[sane-omblog]

🤍Happy Birthday Simeon💐

I ended up choosing this outfit of him bc he look so gorgeous( just like he is in others but hey this one hit me) and angelic as ever. Not me who just noticed his chests are slightly exposed while learning the details

Anyway he is the main reason i don't regret playing obey me like i really fall for him and his voice(hirata-san my god) tho most of the outfit in this game are so hard, the urge to draw him push me to it now i can draw more detailed clothes!

I love every concept of Simeon. He being a writer? darn that's so good no wonder why his words always hit me differently. He's so gentle and kind? tho i know hes angel i need sum1 who can bear with my grumpiness and i know i will melt at his dazzling smile. Yet he has his mischief side? i will do anything he want and back up for his mischief plan.

Overall I love his smile the most, that shiny dazzling sparkly softly sweet and gentle smile make me melt since the first time he appeared. you won't believe how fast i was change character in majolish(i can't remember who i put before him). And don't forget to give credit to Hirata san who voiced him, gave him that cute laugh when his sprite smile bless me.

As you can tell I love sweet smiley char

And I really enjoyed my time counting down to his bday(in tag #simeon bday countdown24 it contains spoilers so don't click read more or read ALT if you don't wanna get it) and hoping i can do it for other characters too esp. Solomon since I can't last year from business

Okay I have no more to say than I love no

I ADORE SIMEON SO VERY MUCH

-edit: so after 30 minutes of trying apparently I can't post gif here so this is the link of my twitter(X) and I posted there

First try making animation-ish gif?? I dunno the quality turned out not as I expected but yea... Let it slide for now

https://twitter.com/sane_2772/status/1755970764472496476?t=9TBLZJF9d-z8mhExyvhF_g&s=19

[chiharulen]

Let's talk about the OST of Black Butler

What really drew me to Kuroshitsuji was the music of the first two seasons. I remember so vividly listening to the music before watching the actual anime, and I remember how the OST made me feel. It was so sad, so raw and heart wrenching, even before knowing the story behind it. As a classical music fan and also musician, here are my favourites even though no one asked LOL :

I mean, with "Si deus me relinquint", I always want to cry. Clearly meant to be ciel's lament : "If God has forsaken me, Then I shall forsake God, too." The unusual spacing of each lyrics, as if the singer was panting her words with difficulties, as if too tired to continue. Then we can hear the gregorian/religious choir : "agnus dei qui tollis peccata mundi" : "Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us." Reminiscing of the cult, and the sacrifice that has been done. The second part of the music, makes me think of Sebastian, here to "save" ciel. (But is it really saving if he's just going to eat ciel's soul anyway. Giving no chance of eternal peace.)

An underrated OST : I've Come To The Lost World/Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen (you can find it here). The title is a nod to Malher's same title song. In this ost, there is no lyrics, however, in Malher's, here are some of the lyrics : "I am lost to the world With which I used to waste much time; It has for so long known nothing of me, It may well believe that I am dead. Nor am I at all concerned If it should think that I am dead. Nor can I deny it, For truly I am dead to the world." You can hear the composer of Black butler's ost passion for opera in a few titles (with "Cena d'amore" or even "Wie Schon") At the beginning, it sounds peaceful. But the plaintive melody of the erhu (I think) can be heard at 1:52. So melancholic, and lonely. How can life be peaceful even when you are "safe", when you know you're going to die soon by the hands of a devil. Recalling the original of Malher's lyrics : For truly I am dead to the world.

The danse macabre (here) is one of my favourites too ! So dark (literally the "dance of death"), and clearly inspired by Camille Saint Saens "danse macabre". According to the legend : "Midnight strikes. Satan is going to lead the dance. Death appears, tunes his violin, and the round begins, almost furtively at first, comes to life, seems to calm down and then starts up again with an increased rage that will only cease when the cock crows. The Sabbath dissolves with the dawn." This music was clearly inspired by Vivaldi "the storm". I just LOVE IT. So well composed. You can imagine Ciel and Sebastian in a frenzied dance. Ciel getting tired and not being able to keep up. Almost as if Sebastian were playing with his food. At least, that's how it makes me feel !

This OST named "Ciel" : Si deus Relinquit, but make it orchestral. Again, Ciel's lament.

And should I talk about the band KALAFINA ?????????????????? Made by the one and only Yuki Kajiura (amazing song writer, did plenty amazing music for us weebs lol). We were blessed with the song "Lacrimosa". "Broken and vanishing into the distance I want to love this dazzling world once more I hide my dreams within my eyes Until my tainted heart Receives falling tears A phantom carriage parts the darkness On its way to where there is light The trap known as dreams Lures us into the inferno" ( ༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ )

I heard the fanbase in japan had a CONCERT for the 15th anniversary of kuroshitsuji. How I pray for something like that in Paris one day lol. Here's a snippet : here Such a lengthy post and yet I could go on and on... Please let me know if you want more !!!!

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♡︎ 𝐂𝐖: 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠) 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬

♡︎ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐘'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Mikey is torn. And a little frightened. 

He noticed, and took heed to, the changed pictures on the wall. He noticed, and took heed to, the shut bedroom door. 

He noticed-...he noticed, and took heed to, the ring left on the shelf beneath the mirror. 

A placement inconspicuous enough to seem accidental, but visible enough to send a message. 

You knew. 

Against all of Manjiro’s wildest hopes and dreams, you somehow knew about his infidelity. 

Manjiro wasn’t sure how, but he knew he was going to absolutely maul whoever had the nerve to ruin your blissful ignorance.

‘I’d been so careful,’ he nearly screams in his own head, frantically pacing the living room floor, trying not to be too loud so as not to disturb you. 

Bottom lip tightly pinched between his thumb and forefinger, Manjiro’s eyes darted to and fro wildly as he contemplated what his next actions should be. 

‘Should I come clean, or keep up the act. The latter will only do more damage in the long run, but it’s too late now anyway.’

His thoughts are just bordering on manic when his phone lights up with a message. 

Manjiro has half a mind to ignore it, and he moves to do so, until the phone begins actually ringing. 

With a low growl, he snatches the device and checks the caller ID, choking a bit when he sees who it is. 

Her. 

Manjiro knows, knows that now is absolutely not the appropriate time to entertain her. He knows, and can feel with every fiber of his being that the correct course of action is to ignore her call, delete and block her number and never speak to her again. He knows he should be entirely focused on figuring out how he’s going to convince you not to abandon him.

But, for as much as he knows he should do these things, he doesn’t. 

Instead, he answers the call, throwing a forlorn glance up the stairs where you are before darting out the door minutes later. 

When I get your call, I’m out the door not a minute more.

Like an animal, I lose control, it’s illogical.

Mikey’s not in love with her. 

Of this he’s sure. 

The only one who’s ever truly held his heart is you. 

You, who only ever gave Manjiro your love and devotion.

You, who has given more of yourself to him than Manjiro could ever hope to give of himself in return. 

You, who blesses his dreams and stalks his nightmares. 

You, who Manjiro positively adores. 

But that is so difficult to remember when he’s buried balls deep in her.

Her. 

Mikey is aware that the relationship between him and this woman is entirely unhealthy. 

After all, she has no backbone, seemingly no will of her own. She’s like a little doll for Manjiro to manipulate and toss away when he’s no longer entertained. 

It’s only the fact that this toy possesses a strange alluring quality, one which Manjiro finds himself inexorably drawn to time and time again. 

Manjiro feels like, knows that he’s become an absolute monster. The worst kind, the kind that lies and cheats and steals and takes and takes and takes.

But when he feels her walls tighten around him, milking him of every drop of cum- when her lips find his, and their tongues dance in a battle of dominance which Manjiro is quickly given- when she whispers sweet nothings and promises of dedication solely to him in his ear, he finds he can’t really care. 

When he arrives home the next morning, Manjiro doesn’t expect what he finds. 

You are there, in all your achingly dazzling glory, sitting on the couch and dressed in only one of his sweaters. It’s unusually chilly in the house, and Manjiro shivers just a bit. 

You haven’t looked up from where your eyes are fixed on a catalogue that sits in your lap, your other hand occupied by your cell phone. 

You’re chatting and laughing with someone, but Manjiro is unable to tell who. 

“I know, it has! I’m sorry about that by the way, I’ve just been so busy running here and there and everywhere. The shop keeps me quite busy. Speaking of, how has business been? Booming, as they say, I hope?”

Oh, so it’s Izana. 

Manjiro can feel himself scowling. 

He doesn’t necessarily have anything against his adoptive brother; though they didn’t always get along the best when they were younger, over the years, Manjiro had grown to respect the man Izana had become, and even feel some pride in him. 

Problem was, Manjiro had always been aware of Izana’s little crush on you. 

He wasn’t sure when it had initially developed, since you’d only known Izana for as long as you’d known Manjiro, but Mikey couldn’t deny that it annoyed him, how Izana still pined after you even years into your marriage. 

You belonged to Manjiro, and Manjiro only.

Shaking the thought from his head, and trying to school his expression to something more neutral, Mikey finally made his presence known. 

“__-”

Without even looking up, you hold up a hand, effectively halting Manjiro in his words and steps. 

“That sounds wonderful! Yeah, I’ll send you the information for the restaurant. Let me know when you’ve got some time in your schedule and we can make more solid plans from there. It was so nice talking to you!”

Realizing how awkward it is to just remain standing in front of you, Manjiro quietly and carefully takes a seat next to you, noticing with a small grimace how you shrink further into your corner of the sofa. 

You exchange a few more words with Izana, smiling and laughing until you finally bid each other goodbye. 

Once the call has ended, Manjiro opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you close the book in your lap with more force than is probably necessary. You take a deep breath, turning to him with a tight smile. 

“Have fun last night?”

A cold shock zips down Manjiro’s spine. 

Is this it? Are you finally going to confront him directly? Demand a divorce and walk out on him? 

‘No. __, y-you can’t. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry sorrysorrysorrysorry_…’

“-jiro! Manjiro!”

Without realizing it, Manjiro had begun hyperventilating, chest heaving and eyes watering intensely. 

“You need to breathe, Manjiro. Slow down, breathe with me.”

Slowly, steadily, Manjiro matched his breathing pattern to yours. It took several minutes for him to calm down, but once he eventually did, he found himself unable to speak and respond to your question. 

He knew it made him look incredibly guilty, but he figured since you already knew, it didn’t really matter. 

You did know, right? 

“You had me worried there for a second. Nothing bad happened I hope?” You lift a quizzical brow, and as Manjiro scans your expression before answering, he doesn’t detect any anger or malice in your gaze.

Just genuine curiosity. 

‘Wait, could you still be in the dark?’

“No, nothing-...nothing bad happened. Sorry to have worried you, I’ve just been feeling a little anxious lately.”

“How unusual,” you hum, a fingertip resting on your chin. “Should I schedule an appointment with your therapist for you?”

You sound so genuinely concerned, Manjiro is starting to think that his earlier worry was for nothing. 

After all, Manjiro knows you, and he knew that if you truly had discovered something like infidelity on his part, there was no way you’d be behaving so calmly. 

“Yeah, sure. That might help. Thanks, love.” Manjiro leans forward for a kiss, and to his utter surprise, you accept, even gently pressing back. 

“No problem! I’m here to help.”

“W-who was that on the phone earlier?” Manjiro’s not sure why he stutters, but if you pick up on it, you don’t make it known.

“NaNa! We’re planning to meet up for dinner when he’s got some time in his schedule.” Manjiro notices the tiny, fond smile that forms on your lips upon speaking that infuriating nickname, and he can feel his previously neutral expression morph into a slight frown. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, we might even do a whole hangout day! We were discussing the details when you came in, in the midst of just chatting and catching up. Did you know that he recently adopted a puppy? He always struck me as a cat person but, I guess you never really know.”

Your eyes shine almost comically as you gush about Izana, and Mikey can feel jealousy bubble up hot in his chest. 

“I’ve missed NaNa so much, we hardly ever get to talk. But I’m so glad his business is growing, and he sounded so happy. It’s a wonderful thing really.”

“Yeah, wonderful.”

Manjiro knows he needs to be more watchful of his attitude, especially given the look you’re currently giving him, but he can’t help how he responds to hearing you, his wife, fawn all over his brother. 

“Are you ok, Manjiro? Perhap you should go lay down and rest. I could imagine you’re a little worn out from earlier.”

Manjiro agrees wordlessly, standing and beginning to make his way upstairs. His thoughts are all over the place, such that he misses your eyes burning holes into his back, somewhat contrasting the slight smirk that lifts the corners of your mouth. 

‘Oh Manjiro, you’re too easy.’ 

ᵃ/ⁿ: ʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ, ᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒʰʰʰʰʰʰʰ ᵐᵃⁿʲⁱʳᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ. ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ˢʰⁱᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ᵇʳᵒˢᵏʸ. ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ʰᵃˢ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵍᵘⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᵛᵉⁿᵍᵉ ᵖˡᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵘᶜᵏˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ᵘᵖ, ᶜᵘˢ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʳⁱᵈᵉ. 

ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ…

ᵈⁱᵈ ⁱ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸ'ᵃˡˡˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ? ⁱ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ˢᵒ. 😂 ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵉˡˡ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ᵒʳ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵘˢ ᶠᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿ'. ᵃʳⁱ ᵒᵘᵗ! 👋🏾

[fandomonetwo]

i beggest thou pardon — eddie munson

▸summary: you have an issue. eddie has a talent at acting. you have to get rid of a really sketchy guy. he has to get people to stop making up rumours about him and chrissy. a perfect problem. 

▸characters: eddie munson, fem!reader, chrissy cunningham, male!oc

▸tw: creep guy, borderline sa, an adult word or two

▸a/n: this came to me in a dream. it was a great dream. i was sad it was over

MANY OF THE students at Hawkins would say that Percy Thorn was a pretty good choice of boyfriend. He was a very tall, slightly lanky yet strong art student with a charming personality, a dazzling smile, and a 1984 Harley Davidson FXRT. Yes, he was quite a choice.

He was also an incredible egomaniac.

For the past week and a half, Percy Thorn had not once left you alone if he could help it. Lunch times, he was there. Art class, he was there. Maths and English, he was there. He was like carbon dioxide: always there, yet never wanted. 

Well, this past couple of days, he’d gone above and beyond in trying his best to ‘get you’. He’d tried the flirting, leaning against inanimate objects (and animate objects, such as poor Joseph with the glasses), pick up lines, asking his friends to ask you out for him. Nothing seemed to work. So, he tried the next option.

Touching.

First, it was an arm around your shoulders. Then pats on the head. Then a hand grab. But today, he’d been rather bold, going as far as to place a hand on your thigh. When he did that, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I have a boyfriend.”

Oh, boy. You had just told Percy Thorn that you had a boyfriend. That did not exist. That was nowhere to be found. That currently had his residential address set in Narnia. You had to find a boyfriend, stat.

When lunch rolled around, you burst into the cafeteria wide-eyed, panicked, and panting. Your eyes then landed on one set person that could quite possibly guarantee your safety from Mr.-let-me-lick-my-lips-and-hope-I-look-sexy.

You beelined for the table he was currently sitting at, taking the empty seat next to him, smoothing out your skirt. 

“I’m really sorry, but I need a boyfriend.”

The man blinked once, twice, gaping like a fish. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before blurting, “I beggest thou pardon?”

It was probably the stupidest thing Eddie Munson could have said. But he was discussing Hellfire, and he was speaking in old English, and then he remembered he had a Shakespeare assignment due tomorrow, and the dominoes just kept falling. 

Eddie had never thought that someone such as yourself, a rather ethereal being that was currently spending her angelic time at a school such as this, could ever taint her reputation by breathing the same air as him, never mind sitting next to him. He was a little taken aback, evidently. 

Gareth, who was sitting opposite him, merely dropped his head rather heavily on the table, banging it a couple of times before sighing. Jeff merely pat him a few times on the back, muttering “I know, dude, I know” to the poor boy. You and Eddie both watched this with rather similar facial expressions, allowing Eddie time to process what you’d just said.

“I’m so sorry,” he backtracked. “I meant to say... what?”

“Percy Thorn won’t leave me alone, and I told him I had a boyfriend, and he didn’t believe, me, and he won’t believe me until I show him, and I know that you’re a kind of freak, no offence, but if you pretended to date me, he’d probably get the message and leave me alone because he would never try to mess with you, what with you being the devil’s spawn or something, I don’t know, but I suppose the basic gist of this is, can you please pretend to be my boyfriend so he can stop touching me?”

How you managed to say that in one breath was rather impressive, Eddie had to admit. He also had to admit that he was, in fact, not listening until you mentioned touching. His eyes narrowed when he heard that and he pursed his lips. 

See, he had his own little problem. Someone had seen Chrissy and him talking at one point in time, and now they had spread the rumour that the two were know a thing, meaning that Chrissy’s anxiety had skyrocketed when people whispered, and Eddie was getting into a lot more fights than he was before the rumours began. He’d only just had a black eye fade, and already had a threat for another one. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to go blind.

“Pissing off Percy Thorn, huh?” he murmured thoughtfully. “Hmmmm...”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, dude, take the deal,” Gareth hissed, not lifting his head from the table. 

“Sure, why not?” the metalhead smirked, and you nearly fell backwards from relief. 

“Okay,” you breathed, ready to cry. “Thank you, thank you, thank you...”

“Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart, relax.” He raised a hand to your waist, halting and asking permission with his eyes. At your soft smile and small nod, he wrapped an arm around your lower back, peeking two fingers underneath your ABBA themed baby tee. You shivered at the cool temperature of his silver rings, and were quite flustered at the heat of his skin. It was a rather beautiful contrast. 

You were a rather physically affectionate person, and were rarely uncomfortable with touch unless someone else was. But this was an Eddie-initiated thing, so you leaned into his side, placing your head just below his collarbone. His hair smelt nice, and it was gorgeously soft. He had great curls. 

“Wow, your hair is like, ridiculously nice,” you muttered. He chuckled. 

“Thanks, doll. It’s my three-in-one shampoo,” he joked. You cracked a small smile at that, it dropping as soon as you heard footsteps and turned to see the douchebag himself strutting over. 

“Well, well, well.” Percy Thorn also had a very silky voice. He could’ve been a voice actor. “We find ourselves in a predicament at the moment.” 

Gareth lifted his head from the table, his eyes slits as he glared through his own brunette curls at the leather-clad artist. “And what would that be, o mighty one?”

Percy turned up his lips, looking Gareth up and down, turning back to Eddie. “The devil’s spawn has his hands on my girl.”

Eddie raised his lips in a sarcastic grin, cocking his head. “Last I checked, she was my girl.” Eddie tightened his arm to sell the point, and you raised your hand to his, lacing your fingers. You really wanted to vomit when Percy said ‘his girl’.

Percy scoffed. “Oh, please. No one would be caught dead sharing your seat on the bus, let alone allowing themselves to be called your girl.”

“Yeah, well, the reason she is my girl is because we shared a seat on the bus, so I guess luck was on my side.”

Damn, Eddie was good at lying. You smirked a little at the little made up story. You nuzzled into his neck a little, grabbing his attention. 

“I have to go. Mrs. Craig won’t handle tardiness from anyone, not for the sake of algebra.” You swung your legs over the seat, hand still interlaced. He did the same, only with one leg. He pressed his lips to your knuckles, delighting in Percy’s absolute look of fury.

“I shall see you soon, my heavenly rose,” he bade farewell, sounding like one of the characters from the play he was meant to be analysing, Twelfth Night. You giggled a little. Even though you were only pretending, Eddie was rather funny. 

“I await the chance, fair knight,” you returned, curtseying rather clumsily. He smiled back at you. You were quite pretty when you smiled. 

You began to walk away, avoiding Percy’s look of rage when you passed. You couldn’t walk very far however, when you gasped, stopping in your tracks. Tears appeared in your eyes. 

Percy smirked, the spot where he’d slapped your butt still tingling. You’d never wear this skirt in public again. Your hand flew to the spot, trying to stop something, anything, everything from happening all at once. You spun around, hunched over a little as you kept your legs together, as though you were a cowering puppy. 

Eddie’s smile faded, replaced with a rather scathing look. The look of fear, no, distress that was on your face had him reeling. He grabbed the nearest thing, which was his lunch tray, shot up, flung his arms back, and brought the tray right on Percy’s ear. 

The art student crumbled like a sack of potatoes, yelling as he clutched his ear. Eddie stood in front of you protectively, lunch tray still clutched rather tightly in his hand. 

“You bastard.”

“Mr. Munson!” The whole cafeteria swung from looking at Eddie to looking at the teacher that had just shouted. “Principal’s office! Now!”

The brunette sighed, dropping the tray. Gareth sputtered.

“Wha- but Percy literally just assaulted her!”

“You too!” She didn’t even know his last name. 

“That’s not fair.” You were trying to help, but it was hard when you were trying not to burst into tears. 

“You know what? Life’s not fair. All three of you, go!” She pointed in the direction of the principal’s office Percy’s friends rushed to help their fallen mate.

Eddie stuck close to you the whole walk to the principal’s office. “Welp, that was an eventful relationship.” He tried joking, but it didn’t crack a smile this time.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I got you both in trouble.”

“Nah,” Gareth waved his hand, dismissing you. “It was worth it. Seeing Thorn fold like that was funny. Plus,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Eddie’s got a girlfriend.”

“Pretend girlfriend.” Eddie cleared his throat turning a little red. Gareth shrugged and walked a bit in front of them. The metalhead turned to you, sheepishly running his hand on the back of his neck. “Sorry about him, and that whole tray smack thing.”

“It’s okay, for both things.” You said quietly. “But, uh, you wouldn’t mind being my pretend boyfriend for a little longer, would you? I’m a little paranoid now.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Eddie grinned like the cheshire cat. “How about I drop you home to solidify the story?”

You smiled at that. “I’d really love that.”

Besides, he could use your help on that assignment.

[captain-mj]

Hey, not op for this ask. But what about a part 2 the alien thing?

Maybe they run that experiment to see how long soap can go? Maybe using "instruments" to test reactions to different sensations or sensory input?

I love your work, you've introduced me to so many different pairing, and the range for the au's are *chefs kisses*

Oh I can definitely do that! So many people have asked and I'm so glad they liked my little alien thing!

Part 1

Ghost didn't let them out of bed. He kept dragging them back and tucking back into the sheets. It was only when the time hit for breakfast being served that he relaxed his grip on them.

Roach quickly got up and got dressed, gently scolding Ghost for being so cuddly. He kissed his forehead and pulled his mask up. Ghost's tail lashed and he hugged Soap a little tighter to his chest.

Soap seemed fine with it, twisting in his arms and pressed his face into Ghost's neck. He hugged him for a moment before they both pulled away.

They got dressed and went about their day normally. Bumping into each other and sharing glances.

Ghost did delete the footage of him carrying them out. He also found himself waiting for the night with an almost obsession. Soap was deliciously soft. Roach was amazing and he made his head spin with want to be near, but Roach didn't see him the same way and... maybe Soap could.

Especially if he showed him how good of a mate he could be.

Ghost was sure Roach would be thrilled to observe their mating customs.

So that night, he brought Soap food for dinner, watching him closely. Soap had brought both of them bracelets made of little intertwined vines. Ghost could see where the flowers had been stripped from his so the vines could be tied tighter. The knot had been twisted and turned to blend it into the bracelet, giving it the look of an infinite braid. He was dazzled by the craftmanship.

Roach gasped softly at it, his eyes full of stars. Ghost hated that his heart jerked a little. Both of them were just too damn pretty and it got on his nerves that he could just have both of them.

After his species had branched out, harems were actually normal. At least, in the beginning. He remembered seeing a friend of his grab up a few creatures from a planet they had raided and spend months courting them. Ghost had thought it was pathetic at the time. Seeing someone he knew as strong and powerful padding after these scared creatures. Only one of them ended up accepting his offer and the others were "Sent home". Even though his friend put them on a ship to their home world, Ghost doubted they ever made it.

Unmated prey animals on a ship? They were probably eaten in minutes.

He imagined if Soap had been one of them. Ghost would've probably courted him too. Followed him around like a shadow and gave him food, begged for his attention.

Exactly like he was doing now.

Ghost sighed and Roach noticed. "Something wrong?"

"I'm fine." He said, touched the bracelet again. "I really like it, Soap."

Soap smiled at him, ears perking up. "Thank you. I heard humans have a ritual called friendship bracelets."

"Yes, it's mostly done by the juveniles of our species, but I really like it." Roach traced one of the vines, looking enraptured.

After dinner, Roach tried to get them to his lab. "Soap, can I run a few more tests on you?”

Ghost could smell the spike in hormones and see the way his spine straightened and his tail twitched.

"Yes, sir."

"Undress. I'm curious, about how many times can you finish before you can't anymore?"

Soap undressed himself, shy and blushing. It didn't match his normal demeanor but it looked nice. Once all of his clothes were neatly folded, his anxiety and arousal sky high, did he finally answer the question. "I don't know."

Roach smiled at him. "Do you want to find out?"

Soap whimpered.

They tied him up and gave him a safe word "Friday" to say if it hurt or got to be too much. Ghost couldn't help himself and happily took advantage of the situation to litter his neck in bites. Giant ones that would take forever to heal and looked pretty. He did all of this while Roach checked to see how a "vibrator", Ghost thought of it as the cursed object, made Soap react.

The wail it got from him and the thrashing pleased Roach. He wrote down the results as he trailed it up and down Soap's cock, making a line to signify that Soap just came.

Soap strained against his binds and looked at Ghost with giant baby blues. "Can you kiss me like yesterday?"

Ghost almost smashed their lips together in his haste. He licked into his mouth to claim every bit. Each time Soap came, Roach would let off a symphony of praise that had Soap almost shaking out of his skin.

The buzzing did not stop but it did move and Soap sobbed once it was inside his body. He was so sensitive there and the vibrator didn't care.

Ghost ran his claws over Soap's tummy, watching him jerk and then press up into him, almost cutting himself. He noticed little markings around Soap's hips. He put his hands over them and realized they were bruises from last night.

Roach tapped Soap's thigh. "Darling, can you do anymore?" Big brown eyes. He kissed Soap's stomach, ignoring the mess.

Soap trembled and nodded. "I can, it's just not quite enough."

Ghost pressed the bruises and watched Soap come all over Roach's face. Roach laughed and wiped it off, only to run his tongue over it. He noticed Ghost staring and shrugged.

"He tastes sweet."

Ghost's tail lashed side to side as he watched. He snatched Roach up and bent him over next to Soap. The surprised look on his face was all the warning he needed and he quickly put his hand over the back of his neck so he wouldn't wiggle away. He expected a little pushback, but Roach just grabbed Soap and arched his back.

Ghost yanked his pants down and noticed he was already slicked up. Roach wouldn't meet his eye, too red and embarrassed. He buried his hand in Roach's hair and pushed in.

Tight.

Hot.

Human.

It was all Ghost could think of as he fucked Roach. He kept an eye on Soap, not wanting to neglect either of them.

Hopefully Roach was keeping count though because Ghost wasn't.

Ghost kept the pace rough and fast, using Roach like a toy. His hand moved from his hair to his throat and he tightened his grip when he was fully in so Roach would tighten out of panic.

"Good boy. Both of you doing so well." Ghost cooed and he reveled in the mix of sobs and whimpers he got.

Roach came while sobbing into Soap's chest. The only thing that kept him up was Ghost's hands.

Soap shakily said "Friday" and Ghost quickly took the cursed object out of him. He twitched and moaned in relief, looking ruined but a lot more lucid than yesterday. Ghost tightened his grip on Roach more and propped him up more.

"So powerful and scary and smart until you're the one getting railed huh?" Ghost purred. "You see, Soap, that's the thing about Roach. A firm hand and he melts."

Roach struggled, probably planning on protesting those claims, but Ghost hit just the right spot and the thoughts left his head. He couldn't hide his face anywhere, forced to let both of them see him. It was hard to feel shame when Soap was looking at him like that. Roach reached his limit right as Ghost came in him. He let him finish before tapping him, signifying he couldn't take it anymore.

Ghost scooped them both up and took them to his quarters with much less complaints this time. They washed up and laid in bed.

"You okay, Johnny?" Ghost asked. Roach was still floating, so he left him alone for now.

Soap hummed. "I don't think the experiment was very effective. I think it's better with you and Roach. More intense." He smiled at Ghost, looking him dead in the eyes. They both realized it at the same time and Soap went to turn away, but Ghost grabbed his chin and made him keep looking.

"Are you scared?"

"No."

"Do you want to be mates?"

"What??"

[blueesnow]

First Mai mention from Masa... And then there's a chance it was actually George/Enjouji Madoka by full name (Ren's butler and also related to Renge if I'm not wrong(?) hence why he's the only one taking care of Ren despite his father's order to everyone in the house to ignore him and I'm sure there's a memorial in Ren's repeat from his POV where Renge asked him to do that in case she was not there anymore ;;w;;) from Ren's private story when he mentioned how there's one of his acquaintance who used to brought him to Italy on his childhood and I perfectly remember there's a spesific memorial for that back in the otoge (is it debut?), and now you're telling me there's also Tomochika mention from Camus's private story? 😭 Although her va already retired it's nice to know they still keep her around ;;w;;

(Oh yeah not to mention I've heard from ppl who had Camus UR that you can hear Alexander's sounds too in the side story and outside of that you can hear Camus mentioned him from time to time which is cute www)

Ringo and Ryuya (especially Ryuya cuz of Yamato) also got mentioned from time to time too which is nice www so far there's only Raging 3D model appeared in the main story and since it's only 3 chapters and they promises to update it later there's chance they probably going to bring back Shining with 3D model too, I mean this is the character who made utapri famous after all www

Ngl at first I didn't have quite a lot of expectations for raiemo when it got announced like yeah maybe I'd dl and play it like SL though maybe not that obsessedly playing cuz my girl's not there and the story of it is kinda...boring for me (their AU had great ideas but 5 lines for each chapter is a bit eh...)

Athough I'm happy they bring back Haruchan to the cast I'm worried whether they will be going to do her justice ever since the recent events of her treatment in the series but my god they really went beyond from what I expected 😭 I'm glad they really made her much more of a protagonist than I've ever thought and I love how you can see her personalities from it.

I'm also glad how the boys mentioned her reckless attitude when it comes to composing, "You tends not see your surrounding when you were composing please take care of yourself" Or "You probably haven't eaten anything aren't you?" like those little details of haruka being 音楽夢中 is so nice 🥺

(in case you didn't know this girl is music-obsessed okay. Idk why the anime change her background like that though she still keep a few of her personalities in (then again they also did the same thing with the boys changing things that didn't have to be changed so idk) You see she was such a shy and quite a loner girl before, she didn't know how to have a conversation with ppl using words as it's too difficult for her but she learnt that she can express her feelings using music.

I remember there's a description where she used to have like long hair and especially long bangs (the reason is because she's scared talking with ppl while making eye-contact so she never cut it off) but the one who made her want to change herself was Hayato on TV. To her Hayato is this shining and dazzling presence and sometime she even wondered how could a person have a smile so bright that she can't take her eyes off of him. While watching Hayato she learned that she can't keep being scared around ppl anymore so she actively tried to have a solo performance from time to time (with her original musics that she made) outside with her keyboard cuz music is the only way where she can properly communicate.

That's the time where she properly met Masato. She was doing her own solo performance as usual in the middle of the snow (she didn't care it snowed + she's more than happy knowing that barely anyone around bcus of it www) when suddenly a man suddenly singing in sync within her plays. They both talked and praised each other talents and later on promised to themselves not to let that talent go to waste. They're both each other's reasons why they went to Saotome Academy. After meeting Masato was the time where she finally feeling brave and cut her hair short to what it is now. You see, while Hayato gave her hope to walk, Masato gave her courage so that she could run. It's a shame the anime kinda ruined that ww

Also speaking about that masaharu meeting, in Debut prologue when she first met Ranmaru he asked her whether he had seen her before but he avoided the topic later cuz he thought he was probably mistaken or something but in fact in Masato's route it was revealed that the area where Ranmaru used to perform before was around the place where Haruka used to live and it's also one of the places where she used to perform too so chances are Ranmaru probably heard her performance before cuz this guy is also quite a music lover, another reason why he kinda tolerated her and gave her a chance on the beginning of debut and AS too 'cuz of Haruka's passion for music—even if he was mean to her when he was on his woman-hater phase www

It also didn't help Ranmaru also had the same problem as she did, that communicating with words is kinda hard on him but he can express himself freely with music so they're both are kinda alike hence why both of them are attracted to each other.

There's also like one of her bad habits when it comes to music which is being a workaholic www She's the type of a girl when she's too deep in her zone she can't see her surrounding at all so sometimes she tends to skip sleeping and eating (I love how her debut profile literally state that bad habits of hers www)

Because of that sometimes you could hear her talk about how she didn't sleep for days and later on collapsed out of exhaustation or just got sick and even got taken to hospital or just sleeping anywhere except her own room (Natsuki literally found her sleeping in the recording room before instead of her dorm room when he went to pick her up while Ranmaru found her sleeping in the office, he scolded her for that though he's surprised when she mentioned that she haven't been sleeping for 3 days and later on when she went to his home the lack of sleep finally caught on to her and she's asleep in Ranmaru's room www) —and these things happened in a lot of the boys routes wwww

Her quotes in Otoya's route is... something else XD

"I doubt human would die just because they didn't sleep for 3 days" -said her as she finished a months worth of work in by a week 😭 Girl, once a time it's okay cuz that's totally unavoidable when it comes to work but after knowing about you the chances of you doing this almost every day is high enough so pls stop.

Even Shining was like speechless and called her a demon for it, though girly is quite an airhead and she's in her I-look-up-to-you-Principal phase so she thank him for that which impressed Shining even more wwww

There's also her quote in Otoya AA once she moved to agency's dorm when she found out that the equipments much better than the school dorm and that it was a one person-one room, "I could definitely composing here for 24 hours straight~" girl pls don't.

There's also tomoharu convo when she went to her dorm room (otoya's repeat after story I remember(?)) and Haruchan just casually mentioned how she's so concentrated in her composing that without her knowing the sun was already up when she glanced on her window which just flabbergasted Tomochika and she's like, "My god, did you even sleep!?" Tomochika's thought after that was interesting cuz to her Haruka used to be this calm and reserved girl but she tends to be this wild uncontrollable being(?) that she didn't know on how to scold her www

In Ai's memorial when she got sick in his route and she can't be contacted no matter how long he waited for her so he went by force to her dorm room only to found the girl collapsed in the middle of her room www As he finished taking her to the bed he heard her calling him out which he thought she finally awoken but alas girl is sleeptalking and it was... 😂 "Senpai... I... finished the song... " Ai's reaction to that is hilarious www *This girl... She's still composing even on her dream? Just how much does this girl likes to work" 🤣

Another memorial after that is also hilarious cuz apparently after he nurse her back he still can't trust her to take care of herself, that once she wake up the next morning she'll do the same thing over and over again which turns into a cycle www so he in his own way try to message her (got interrupted by Reiji and Ranmaru 😂 and it had 3 versions of message, one by Reiji, one by Ranmaru, and one the combination of ReiRan which made Ai speechless until he dediced he write it himself www) in the morning telling her to stop working for awhile and take a full-rest until she finally got better. (Which reminds me when he went to make her food when she's sick she's so uncomfortable with letting her Senpai cooks for her so she's like let me do it but Ai's already done with it and told her off "This is Senpai's order, sleep." and girl silently went back to her bed it's cute 🤣) And after she got better and they went to their usual pace of work, Ai made sure to made her stop when it's gotten too long and force her to take a break from time to time. 😂

In another memorial of his, apparently the reason why she can be fully concentrated and good when it comes to music but not the other things (as in she's slow learning other things to which Ai scold her for it hence the 8bit meme) cuz according to Ai is because she used all of her brain only just for music so she didn't have any left to receive other things. Like her brain's only got plugged when it's about music 😂 The first time I read that what comes to mind was the Patrick episode where he went genius www

Also her becoming music-obsessed also tends to had few of boys getting jealous and feels like they lost by it (Reiji especially in ASAS 😂 imagine you try to propose to your gf but she told you that she can't imagine herself being a bride bcus her wish for now is to write music for as long as she wanted to, poor guy www—it didn't help that before that there's this scene where they were walking around at night and Reiji told her how he loved her smile and what should he do to make her smile which she replied by hearing music! Which later on made Reiji realized somehow music tends to make her smile much more brighter than himself which made him self-conscius so he promised to himself that he'd do his best to make her much more attracted to him in the future so that he won't lose to music which Haruka responded "???" 🤣)

There's also like Ren side too where he showed her how to play basketball and somehow the sight of him and how the ball went to the ring gained her inspiration to make music so she went all talkative about it to Ren which Ren just replied "Lady really loved music, huh" "Hm? Yeah. Why you ask?" "Nah, it's nothing. Somehow I got a feeling that I can never win against it" "???" 😂

And welp on Nacchan's repeat love end after story (you know how there's still Satsuki but it was rather called as wild Natsuki) these two were having fun in the forest until Natsuki's glasses went off, boy went blind without it so he literally try to grab anywhere to find his glasses and somehow that sight of Nacchan awoken something in Haruchan that she decided to be a naughty for a sec so she told Natsuki the wrong location for his glasses multiple times until wild Natsuki appeared and so these two are doing hide and seek as a wolf and red riding hood until he finally catch her and whisper to her what she wanted (in a sexy way okay) but sadly haruchan's like "I want to hear Natsuki-kun's singing voice or him playing a viola or—" which pissed off Wild Natsuki and he called her "You music-idiot woman!" 😂 which was supposed to be Sacchan's nickname for her from before he was still Satsuki(?)

Honestly I tends to joke that "haha did Haruchan have a 声フェチ" after seeing her first reaction being mesmerized by Otoya's voice and all her monologues about is...something else that she forgot she was sexuallly harassed on the train before and Otoya came to save her www but ngl seeing her reactions after hearing the boys voice after that...it might be not that impossible 😐 It also didn't help that this girl had sensitive ears too so playing with her ears will be--okay I'm gonna stop :")))

Anyway back to Haruchan's bad habits, Ai's memorial in ASAS is also hilarious. Like the end of his B Route is that he gave her key to his house and told her that she could go there even if he's not around while baiting her with all of his equipments on his studio which would made her composing easier. So boy finally went back from work and is glad to know that Haruka used his key. She's still working even after she greets him though Ai's kinda not bothered about it so he sat beside her while waiting for her to finish as he told us how his home now feels more homey now that it finally got decorated bit by bit by Haruka'a touch, like Haruka tends to bring these sea creatures plushie and keeps it in his house which is cute XDXD Like there's a penguin one, a dolphin and jellyfish. So he plays with one of the plushie while he waits for her until he just... got bored of it. Like it's cute he suddenly said this on his mind "I'm here right now and you won't even pay attention to me" though him sulking while still decide to wait for her is much more cuter XD

Welp until he finally decided to told her to take a break and she responded, "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just a little bit more" Ai... Ai's reaction hearing that was hilarious 😂 "That face... is definitely not just 'a lil bit more' face" Ai soon remember her habits 🤣 This robo suddenly went into detective mode and searching through all of her surroundings such as her empty mug and how only the table she's working on had music sheets all scattered around. He even went so far as to calculate how many hours she spent there which he definitely decided it's more than just four hours worth of work so he decided to be blunt and said, "You, you haven't take a break since 1pm didn't you? " "H-How did you know!?" and he... he literally took her by force from her workplace after that 🤣

Oh yeah, another cute facts about Haruka... remember how she was a fan of Hayato? She was such a fangirl before that when the topic change into Hayato she turned into this talkative girl even though she was so shy before and it surprised and intimidated Syo when he first knew about this side of her XD It happened on his memorial when he supposed to do a report with Hayato and Haruka's like "I got you" so she brought him to his room and showed her all of her recording collections so they watch Hayato together until Haruka decided to go full fangirl mode on Hayato like their conversation went like "Look at that Syo-kun! Isn't Hayato-sama Amazing!?" "Uh...yeah.." "Look this part is where he's adlibbing! Look look" which later on made Syo so quiet which is hilarious 'cuz you know this guy is the loudest ppl 😂 And usually syoharu convo were literally with Syo speaking talkatively with Haruka sometimes responding in a calm manner so it's interesting since their dynamic change here www

Also her being an idol fan didn't stop just with Hayato. After she dated her idol bf apparently this girl had a habit to buy anything to support her bf which is CD, merchs, anything. So you see, the thing with the CD... is seriously hilarious okay. I mean the CD was a song that she made by herself, and the reactions of the boys when she went and buy one is... Syo was perplexed and mentioned how the agency already gave them one when it got produced but girl already went to the store (Natsuki's Repeat Friend End After Story), when Haruka was going to go to the register and buy the CD Ai suddenly came up behind her and asking why is she buying one when he already gave her one as a celebration (Ai ASAS A Route End), Masato's a bit confused when she suddenly running to him with CD in hand while shouting that she managed to buy it but he's happy knowing her happy (Debut Masato). And out of all of that reaction... the one with Ai is hilarious. So apparently in the shop there were like two of Ai fans in there so they kinda noticed him and want to try approach him and he realized this so Ai told Haruka to let's get out of here but Haruka... 😭 She insist that he lets her go to the register and buy the CD first before they took off and... he actually lets her 😂 They didn't show how it went since the scene skipped after they finally ran away but my god Haruchan... 😭 "My idol bf almost got ambushed by his fans but oh no my CD is much more important" 🤣 this girl's priority XD

I also remember there's a scene where she bought Ranmaru's poster and told him how she's going to hang it up in her room.... forgetting that she lived with him now. But she still decided to ask him can she still hang the poster which the man responded, "Hell no, what kind of an idiot who hangs a poster of their own face in their room" 🤣)

Anyway I've just realized I talk way too much about this girl, I'm so sorry you can't just ignore that giant wall of words:"))) But yeah, I did like Haruka back when I watch the anime. But my god I never expected to actually loving her so much after playing the game, even more than the boys www. Like she's the reason why I'm still enjoying utapri until now. Any contents that had her in it I quickly went and prepare my spoon and fork while waiting for the meal. Broc pls release more merchs of her I need to buy more i'm still salty I never got the 10th anni merch by kurahana sensei cuz my god girl is so sexy she's full of confidence also pls don't forget about dolce vita--

Anyway back to raiemo, I've noticed that almost all of the backgrounds they used in raiemo literally resemble the ones from the ori game; such as haruka's dorm room, each of the boys's dorm room (starish), Saotome Academy's Classroom, and I also found out they also used Ai's room (studio) just like how it was back in AS in his UR side story (there's also a good chance the other senpai will have their own room displayed too asdfghjkl if any of you had their ur and unlocked their side story let me know)

So yeah I had a lot of fun right now enjoying raiemo, seeing Haruka still working as a composer and learning about the boys once again. I hope they keep mentioning and bring out the sub characters more in the future if by chance they mention Hakase and Kaoru I'm dead but I hope they mentioned the parents too I miss hearing Nacchan's Dad Story or Syo's parents (which their dynamic is interesting cuz his mom is the one wearing the pants in the relationship www)

[lowqualitygarbage]

More Vault 666 quick doodles!

Lucifer lives off of sugar and his absolute favorites are Dandy Boy Apples

Alastor can’t stand processed foods and thinks it’d have been stupid to eat that boxed shit even before it spent 200 years sitting out in a nuclear wasteland

Alastor is also a fucking cannibal so like, maybe people don’t really trust his opinions on food very much

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Vox trying to run an evil business empire but his partners are being children

When Velvette first got really bad radiation sickness Vox and Valentino were freaking the fuck out

When she started to ghoulify and pull through they relaxed a little, and even poked fun at the horrifying process

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KeeKee and Nuggets get to chill out, and trying to figure out how a side view would work for her and a front view would work on Razzle/Dazzle

Animals are hard for me even before adding robotic/mutant bullshit to the mix

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I remembered Pickman from Fallout 4 existed and thought it’d be funny if he and Alastor ever met

Though funnily enough knife-wielding Pickman set up traps and waited for them to come to him, and sniper Alastor went out and kidnapped bosses/Overlords/settlement leaders to drag back to his lair.

Text translations under the cut:

Comic:

Alastor: Ugh.

Alastor: How can you eat that garbage?

Arrows pointing to meat: LITERAL HUMAN FLESH

Vox panel:

Valentino (off screen): Hahahaha, Vox, come quick! I think Vel is puking so hard her nose is falling off!

Velvette (off screen): Vox, help me up so I can piss radioactive blood on all of Valentino’s shit!

Bottom Drawing:

Above Alastor: RADIO

Above Pickman: PAINTING

Over their joined hands: SERIAL KILLING RAIDERS FOR ART

[willowfey]

a year and four months ago one of my favourite people in the world, my uncle “silly chris”, died. he was a middle aged gay man who loved books and travel and answering the phone with animal impressions (which is how he earned the title, when baby me would finally get mr. cow to pass the phone to him, and i’d tell him he was being so silly. silly chris.)

when we lived near him he would take us out for ice cream when he was sad, even if it was the middle of the night (and it often was). “chris, they’re already in bed,” my mother would tell him, “look what time it is.” and he would say “oh come on, there’s always time for dessert.” and every time, she would give in.

late on the night he died when i was sadder than i have been before or since, i went to get ice cream. the only thing i was willing to eat that day. the man who took our order was an older gay man, dazzling nails, apron covered in pins. we told him about what happened, and i was standing in the back — zoning out. i hadn’t really talked at all since i found out that morning. he made very distinct eye contact with me. and his gentleness and familiarity soothed me just a little.

i wanted to tell him that night how much he reminded me of silly chris. his flair, his pins, the way he talked. whatever. i didn’t.

we’ve been back for food and ice cream many times over the last year and four months, and we’ve gotten to know him well enough to be remembered and have continuing conversations. he’s a successful drag queen. his costumes are gorgeous — he has a special love for cher.

we’re moving next week and i wanted him to know. i was thinking about it tonight getting a late dinner, zoning out as usual. my mother said “she’s always somewhere else, distracted” and he looked at me and said “she is. she’s distracted by the diva.” and i laughed and i told him. we came here the night my uncle died, i said. you remind me a lot of him. he would’ve loved your shows, too.

“honey,” he said, making the same intent but gentle eye contact. “i’ve been all over. he probably went to one of my shows. and we had a great time.”

and honestly, it’s possible. likely, even. if my uncle loved two things it was ice cream and pretty men on a stage.

“he probably did,” i said, loving the image it brought me. loving the serendipity of it all, especially when he confirmed that he had in fact done shows in the town my uncle lived. “but yeah, you remind me of him, every time i’m here.”

“thank you for telling me that. if it makes you happy, i’m happy.” he said.

“it does,” i told him.

after we ate i ran back up to the counter, three minutes before closing, to order ice cream. “am i too late?” i asked. “is there still time?”

he gave me a reassuring shake of the head.

“oh, there’s always time for dessert.”

[thesimulacrasimp]

OMG THOSE EPS--- I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS I CANT---

HAZBIN HOTEL EP 7-8 SPOILERS WARNING‼️

Okay so Charlie actually didnt forget Vaggie for lying for that long, which is understandable, really.

So Charlie ACTUALLY MADE A DEAL WITH ALASTOR NO MATTER HOW MUCH TIMES VAGGIE TOLD HER NOT TO.

Rosie is really sweet lady, but im not really vibing her voice

But i really DO vibe the cannibals. They all have this cool aesthetic n i really love that!

Carmillas n Vaggies song was also really good!

Also when Vaggies wings SUDDENLY N OUT OF NOWHERE came out i was like: OKAAAAAYY... IM NOT SURE WHY BUT GO OFF IG!!

ALSO OMG THIS SONG WHERE CHARLIE IS TRYING TO BRING CANNIBALS ON HER SIDE WAS SO COOL, ESPECIALLY THE END PART THAT WAS IN DA TRAILER, ITS SO COOL JSHSBSJSJ

Also they so cute n silly, I love em

AND AWWW THEY ALL GOT ALONG N BECOME FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭 I JUST KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN THE NEXT EP N THIS MAKES IT LOOK SO SAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭

the 8th ep...

OMG VOX IS BACK HIIIIIII!!!!!!! I MISSED U SO MUCHHH

AWWW NIFTY DID THIS LIL THINGY FOR ALASTOR ITS SO CUTE

Also can we talk bout how Charlie n Vaggie FINALLY KISSED??? I CANT IMMA JUST----

Im really so glad that Alastor is actually protecting the hotel and all people in it, hes probably doing it just because he have no choice, but i really hope that he do care about Charlie n everyone else. Also their fighting outfits is really cool. AND THE ANIMATIONS WHEN HE TOOK HIS DEMON FORM WAS SOOOO COOL, IT WAS LIKE IN 3D (maybe it actually was in 3d idk-)

Okay yknow.. When Adam blasted (idk if thats a correct word for that) at Alastor n broke his michrophone and Als voice became so clear, like, without any radio effects, I actually thought that he lost all his abilities, cuz Adam is clearly stronger than Al, and i got so scared becuz that would mean that he wont be able to protect the hotel anymore and maybe even die... But it didnt happen so its all good!!

Also Vox watching this whole fight being so exited for Als death was kinda funny to watch.

Okay.... I dont wanna cry again so can i not talk about sir Pentious? Thank you. All i gotta say, I really happy he managed to confess his feelings to Cherri before he... yknow...

Also Charlie FINALLY TOOK HER FULL DEMON FORM. N I ACTUALLY WAS NOT EXPECTIN RAZZLE N DAZZLE TO BE A GIANT DRAGONS THAT WAS SO COOL without thinking that one of them died...

Also i immediatly thought that sparing Lute was a mistake. Guess what? IT WAS!! :DDDDDD

ALSO I THROUGH THIS WHOLE FIGHT WAS REALLY HOPING THAT LUCI WILL COME OUT N SLAUGHT ALL THOSE BITHES FOR GOOD. N HE DID!!! I LITERALLY, ALL IN TEARS AFTER SR PENTIOUS' DEATH, WAS SO HAPPY I WAS LIKE: FUCKING FUCK YESSS!!! KILL THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! '!!'! '! ₽!! 3!&!& ALSO I ADORE THE FACT THAT EVEN IN A FIGHT HES SUCH A SILLY CUTIE PATOOTIE.

And we saw his demon form n its really cool!

ALSO I WAS SO ANGRY WHEN CHARLIE MADE LUCI SPARE ADAM LIKE-- PLS LUCI KILL HIM N LUTE, THEY CLEARLY DONT DESERVE TO LIVE. Also we saw Adams real face which is kinda cool.

ADN MY GIRL NIFFTY DID ALL THE JOB HERSELF, LIKE GOOD JOB GURL! I KHEW WE CAN COUNT ON U.

Okay, at 1st ep i was not sure bout Katies new voice, cuz it clearly was hearable that its a mans voice, but in this ep its actually working! I absolutely loved this: «Nobody gives a shit about you, Tom!» xd

Ok so.... Ill try not to scream... khem- THEYRE CANNON!!!! THEYRE!!! FUCKING!!! CANNON!!!!! IM SO HAPPY U CANT EVEN UNDERSTAND!!!!!!! I FUCKING KHEW THAT THEYLL BE CANNON, IM A FUCKING GENIUS IDC. IK THERE WILL BE SOME PPL THAT WILL BE LIKE: "nOoO tHeY rE nOt cAnNoN iTs pRoBaBlY mIsAnDerStOoDinG....." YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU. THEY ARE CANNON, I DONT GIVE A SHIT!!!! FUCK U IF U THINK THEYRE NOT TOGETHER

JUST LOOK AT THEM THEYRE SO CUTE AAAAAA

Also this last part of the song with Alastor was so strange. Yk english is not my first language so i probably missed alot what he said in that, but i clearly remember that he said something bout his wings n i was like WHAAAAT????? I know i probably just heard it wrong, cuz HE JUST CANT BE AN ANGEL RIGHT?... RIGHT??? He also said smt bout his freedom, so yeah, I think the wings was just a metaphor. But overall he looked really scared for some reason, which is actually so weird. Its so weird to see Alastor actually being scared..

ALSO WE FINALLY SAW LILITH, but sadly didnt hear her voice. N what is weird, it looked like she was on sorta vacathion, and Lute talked with her bout Adam being Killed AND THATS SO WEIRD AHHH I CANT WAIT TO FIND OUT WHAT IS HER ROLE IN ALL HERE!!

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT CHARLIE WAS RIGHT?? SINNERS CAN BE REDEEMED. CUZ PENTIOUS APPEARED IN HEAVEN AFTER HIS DEATH (n im really-really happy for him actually, im so glad that he didnt dissapear from the show, cuz he actually was my fav character in the pilot)

aoisjdjdjndndnns i cant wait for season 2!!!! Ig that the main antogonists in this season will finally be VEES?? OHHH IM SO EXITEDDDD

My review/thoughts on eps 1-2

My review/thoughts on eps 3-4

My review/thoughts on eps 5-6

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World Underneath - 03 Bouquets and Dirges

01. Emerald Vines | 02. Wedding | 03. Gardenia | 04. Lament | 05. Bouquet

01. Emerald Vines

"This one is for Talia."

On the trellis are emerald-colored vines. Rafayel holds one of them. Soon, this garden full of exotic plants will be the place where Talia and her lover will hold their wedding. "Not bad. It matches the design of the necklace I gave her."

The garden's owner, Charles, is a jewelry designer. He enjoys gardening in his spare time and has done conservation work for endangered plants and animals. This is how he had met Rafayel.

"Choosing flowers is a psychological experience," Charles says. "It's a process akin to someone trying to understand another person."

"Really?" Rafayel draws a series of random lines on a sheet of paper. "I chose them based on the impression they gave. It doesn't sound as cool."

"People have also said that giving flowers to a lover is a surefire way to their heart." Charles remembers a girl he caught a glimpse of in Rafayel's photo album. "If you ever want to do that, you're welcome to pick any flowers from my garden."

"Stop reading stuff from those weird articles." Charles shrugs and responds with a helpless smile after being teased. He walks back through a path that's adorned in a faint, floral fragrance.

When he returns, he hears a conversation between Rafayel and Talia.

"Are you really not going to attend? It's my wedding."

"Nope."

The aloof artist continues to doodle. His phone is on speaker, and his responses are quick and simple. If Charles wasn't doing a commission for Talia's wedding, he would've believed Rafayel.

"But I've finally found someone I like."

"You said the same thing last time."

"And how long ago was that? Why are you so stingy with your blessings?"

"I blessed you when you made the pact. Any more would be pointless."

"What do you mean? Not everyone is as lucky as you…"

"I'm hanging up."

Rafayel ends the call and hands the sketch in his hand to the jewelry designer.

The once chaotic lines are now an elegant yet fancy bouquet. A pencil may not be able to display any color beyond black, but Charles can still imagine the blue that Rafayel chose earlier.

He carefully takes the sketch and hands over the necklace design. "This is from the plan we previously agreed upon. The gemstone is Talia's favorite and matches the color of her wedding dress—"

Before he can finish his sentence, they hear Talia's laughter from Rafayel's phone. Rafayel's expression changes as he realizes the call is still going.

Talia sounds even happier than before. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me! I'll be waiting. See you then!"

The call actually ends this time.

Charles chuckles and ignores Rafayel's annoyance. "There's no point in hiding it if you're going anyway."

He points out a few modifications about the gemstone setting to Rafayel. "You put a lot of care into the details. I'm sure my plan will be harshly criticized."

Rafayel lowers his gaze and doesn't reply. Charles thinks he's maybe thinking about his lover. Sensing that Rafayel has no intention of responding, he changes the conversation topic to the necklace's color scheme.

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02. Wedding

Passing through the archway decorated with emerald vines, Rafayel reaches the central fountain. The relaxed atmosphere in the garden makes him sigh, even though it's what he had expected.

He picked out two suits for today. But after a few minutes, he ended up not wearing either. Instead, he chose comfortable, casual clothes suitable for dancing, which turned out to be the best choice. If Rafayel wore a suit, he would've been teased by Talia, the same person who's wearing a simple dress and dancing barefoot on the grass.

"He's too plain. If he fell into a pond, let alone the sea, no one would be able to find him…"

"Our Talia is the most dazzling pearl in the ocean. If you can find her, wouldn't you be able to find him too?"

At a small round table, a group of Lemurians are whispering to each other. Rafayel turns to see a familiar face he hadn't seen since "the disaster." He cheerfully plays an ancient Lemurian instrument, a happy melody flowing from his moving fingertips.

"Thank your friend for me. His garden is beautiful," Talia says to Rafayel after she makes her way through the crowd to him. "He was kind to let us hold the ceremony here." Rafayel's gaze shifts to the man not far away from Talia. "He doesn't mind?"

"He likes whatever I like," she says. She spins around in front of him. Her flared skirt twirls, making her look like a graceful, swimming fish. "He designed this for me. It's pretty good, right?"

"It suits you." Rafayel chuckles, recalling Charles's words. The process of choosing flowers for someone is also a process of understanding that person. Maybe the same applies to designing clothes.

He's silent for a few seconds. He drinks his wine and pushes the empty cup back onto the table. "Raymond is dead."

"…"

Talia takes a deep breath, a smile blooming on her face. "Then we can all get a good night's sleep for now."

"Yeah, for now."

She understands the emphasis Rafayel put in his words. Crossing her arms, her gaze wanders over the singing, dancing, and chatting people. "Guess you don't want fleeting happiness."

Rafayel subtly turns away. To avoid Talia, he inevitably has to look at the guests attending her wedding.

Almost all the familiar and unfamiliar Lemurian survivors are present. The music is harmonious, and the singing is rich, but every smile seems to be covered with a gray veil. Then he hears Talia's melodious voice again. "I'm getting married not because I've forgotten the past, but because I want to live in the present… Look at every Lemurian here. They're all looking for an anchor, a reason to live. I've found mine, and others have found theirs," Talia says. Her eyes lock onto Rafayel.

"But there are still those who don't realize how important it is to have an anchor."

Rafayel shakes his head. "Lemuria is more important."

"Lemuria will always be important." Talia puts down her glass, looking serious. "But what about you? When your own heart is devouring you, is there anything that can pull you back? Can you really let her go?"

The light in Rafayel's eyes dims at her last question. "Rafayel, have you ever thought about your own wedding?" He's silent for a while. Then he takes off the boutonnière from his chest, places it on the table, and turns to leave the bustling scenery that doesn't belong to him.

"No."

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03. Gardenia

"Freedom, happiness, and rebirth."

Charles hangs the shovel back on the tool board, nodding at the light yellow gardenia Rafayel has been staring at. "That's what it means in the language of flowers. Are you giving it to someone?"

"A relative's daughter." Rafayel stands under the courtyard door's eaves, tilting his head to observe the flower's petals. "Can you tell me what it means again?"

"People believe it represents freedom, happiness, and rebirth. I highly recommend it for the opening ceremony for the school year or a birthday party."

"I'll take it." Rafayel returns the sample to Charles and walks past him. "Help me arrange a bouquet. I'll take it to her funeral. Her father can no longer give her flowers."

"…Funeral?"

Charles stops counting his tools and makes a mistake on his paper. "Wouldn't that be a bit…"

"It's fine," Rafayel says. "Based on what you told me, it's suitable for a funeral too."

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04. Lament

Rafayel crosses the courtyard as it's bathed in a golden glow. He walks through the corridor where Raymond's glorious deeds are being played on a loop on a digital screen. Then, he arrives at Raymond's house.

Raymond's funeral is being held in the living room. At the entrance, the butler mechanically takes the condolence money from the mourners. He looks stiffly and professionally ahead until Rafayel passes him. He narrows his eyes and quickly sizes Rafayel up, seemingly surprised by his presence.

Rafayel ignores these malicious glances and walks straight to the center of the hall where the glass fish tank is placed. He pauses for a second or two in front of the mermaid skeleton inside, then turns to Raymond's coffin and stands with the others.

"Mom, this is so boring. We were supposed to be on vacation in the Arctic!"

The child's voice echoes clearly in the hall. Her innocent comment makes the parent cover the brat's mouth in embarrassment, quickly returning to a sorrowful expression after flashing an apologetic smile.

After all, she had yet to secure the inheritance she wanted.

When it's Rafayel's turn to mourn, he steps forward. He leans over the coffin and places the carefully selected gardenias on it, making sure its most beautiful side faces the fish tank.

In the midst of all the black and white, this bright yellow bouquet is the only burst of color.

He clasps his hands together and closes his eyes. At a barely noticeable angle, he aligns himself with the bouquet, silently reciting a eulogy.

A familiar song begins.

Talia stands at the very front of the hall, singing a dirge. Rafayel opens his eyes. The dazzling sunlight passes through the fish tank, and the skeleton inside silently gazes at the sky in a forever-frozen pose.

He knows who Talia is singing for, just as she knows who Rafayel came here for.

"Murderer! You murderer!"

As Rafayel is about to leave, an elderly woman suddenly pushes through the crowd. She rushes out of the hall, pointing at his retreating figure and screaming at the top of her lungs.

"My boy was only thirty-nine! It was supposed to be a time for rebirth, a fresh start. But he died because of a stupid, frivolous painter! A painting that doesn't make any sense! Rafayel! You killed my son!"

Like sharks smelling blood in the water, the reporters' cameras instantly surround him. The mourners in the darkened hall look on, excited, yet they also carry the right amount of regret. No one steps forward to intervene. The child who wants to go on an Arctic vacation watches with interest, standing on her tiptoes to take a lollipop from her mother.

How sad… With her son dead, the anchor that held her up was taken by a dark tide. Rafayel calmly looks around the room full of cameras and leaves.

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05. Bouquet

Another week passes. Rafayel slips away from his uninspiring new work and Thomas's repeated nagging to visit Talia in a small house in Verono. Talia is admiring a dress. It's one among countless other dresses that her new husband had designed for her. It's entirely black with just a stroke of white. Talia points at the black part of the dress. "He said this is him." Then she points at the white. "And this is me. What do you think? Interesting, right?"

Rafayel pours himself a glass of water and takes a sip without looking. "Has he ever designed a wedding dress?"

"What do you mean?" Talia raises an eyebrow, then she smiles. "No. But if you want to commission him, I can help you get a family discount."

When Rafayel leaves, Talia tosses him a small bouquet of flowers. He turns and catches them.

"I wanted to toss the bouquet to you that day, but you left early. This was what I had left." Rafayel looks down at his hand. An unknown flower sits in his palm, reminding him of someone.

On his way back, he sees many familiar faces among the Verono street performers. Those people stand amidst music, color, and dancing bubbles. They smile at him. Rafayel remembers what Talia said at the wedding. Everyone was looking for an anchor. It's why they're still here.

He waves back, hoping they can make their dream come true. Then he turns around and goes home.

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Interview

<원피스> 실사판의 주인공, 타즈 스카일러(Taz Skylar)

BY. Camila Avella Córdoba

2024-04-29

“One Piece” of Taz

“I'm not someone who is okay with things having no meaning. I like everything that has a meaning as esoteric as the answer. I think that's the closest definition to who I am now because I think I'm always changing."

With a charm as overwhelming as his talent, Taz Skylar is positioned in the world as an icon of multiculturalism and an inspiring symbol of success for all generations who strive to take everything to the next level.

On the verge of making his dazzling entrance as a special guest at Milan Fashion Week, Taz has taken time out of his busy schedule to tell, through Rolling Stone Korea, the most exciting details of this path as an integral artist. Today it breaks all cultural barriers, capturing the gaze and admiration of millions of fans of anime and action sequences.

One Piece, the series that over the past few months has become one of the favorites of Netflix's global audience, is one of many spaces where Taz Skylar has demonstrated, once again, how discipline and innate talent balance each other to make each project a desired production for audiences of all ages. Is wonderful to enjoy a live action series that stands out for its professionalism and the appropriate intention of every detail. This makes it naturally accepted into the high expectations of fans of the popular anime. It gives us a perspective of what its essence means. I wanted to ask who Taz is?, but the fascinating mystery of his person can only be expressed by his spontaneity:

“I'm not really sure I know the answer to who I am, but I know the answer to the things I am and the things I am NOT. I'm not someone who lets fear take over me often. Sometimes it does, but not always. Most of the time it is not like that. “I'm not someone who does what you're told to do if you don't understand why you need to do it, or why you should do it, or why it's the right thing to do.”

1. [RSK] Taz, it is an honor for Rolling Stone Korea and for the Asian public in general to welcome you in this exclusive. You are genuinely talented. Through “One Piece” we were able to appreciate that discipline and hard work that fans of all ages and cultures fell in love with. It is interesting to see how, several months after the premiere of the series, it continues to rank in the top 10 on Netflix around the world. On the other hand, we realized that there were some mishaps during the premieres scheduled for release in some countries. However, all of you, as a cast, defied this situation and made it memorable on your own by premiering, in Japan, what an adventure! Your decision exceeded the expectations of many people who were expecting an outcome, certainly different.

I know, a lot of people were on the radar and watch list, but we all loved what we did. We were very firm in that, throughout the filming process and after filming we would go out or spend time together. We were aware of how proud we were of what we had done and believed in it. But there is pressure when the time of the premiere approaches. Sometimes it is difficult to stay firm in our beliefs. And I think all of us definitely feel that, but what if not everyone sees it that way? What happens if not everyone agrees? That thought accompanied us frequently. Despite everything, I decided to believe that if all I got out of this whole experience was a great experience, then that's enough. You know, experience is not what happens to us but what we do with what happens to us. After everything was canceled, we went to Japan as a group of friends, just to be together when the show launched.

“I definitely remember being at the airport leaving. My family accompanied me and, now, I was leaving them to go to Japan and be with the cast. I said goodbye to my dad and my mom. As they walked away, I was dealing with the details of my departure, I felt terrified: going to a country you don't know and have never been to. Watching the last two years of work you've done with your friends be released to the world for the world to have an opinion on is shocking.”

When I was looking down, scared, very scared, someone said Taz. I looked next to me and it was a girl that I had known for years on the island where I am from, in Tenerife, she approached me a little worried: what is happening? Are you OK? I thought, yeah, honestly, I'm really scared right now. Why?, She asked me. She didn't know about the program yet. She knew when I saw her again at the airport after it came out. I told her something very common: it's some work, I'm going to see what happens with it. She gave me a hug and said: I don't know what it is, but I'm sure you'll be fine. And I took that feeling with me on the plane, during the 14-hour trip to Japan. Then when the show came out, we all hugged each other, literally hugged each other in an apartment. And we all gave each other a group hug and said, really, we're going to be able to do this again because we're so lucky to have each other. When it came out, quite quickly and abruptly, all of our lives changed a lot.

2. [RSK] I appreciated this production having many details. There is dedication, commitment and responsibility in every detail including the art of the scenery, the combat sequences and everything in between. From your perspective. What is that plus that makes this series so unique, so special?

From my point of view, the success or failure of the program depends on what people expect. But, it's wonderful that they do it, they give credit to the cast and you feel their love. They like the dynamic between us, it shows that we complement each other, which is true and to that extent they give truth to what happens. But a great cast without Matt's backing wouldn't necessarily have had the platform or material to be great.

Because the thing about Matt is he is a “forensic.” Passionate fan, he seems to be writing the show and was the showrunner of the show. He's a big fan of it. He loves anime so much and he loves manga so much and everything he did was infused with that and it emanated through the show. And really, I think that's what people feel when they watch the show. I see Matt's love for the intellectual property emanating through everything, emanating through us, emanating through the set, the costumes, the details, the easter eggs, the way the stories were changed or altered regarding to the original in a way was like what for a fan of it is enough, as opposed to a person who would simply enter the IP to impose their will on it. Matt does not impose his will. Invite to work with him. (Taz)

3. [RSK] I have, like many others, enjoyed your martial arts skills. In my research process, I watched you prepare for this role. Despite being almost new on this , I was surprised by your level,it is fascinating. We would like to know about this process. It's surprising for me because I usually work with Asian artists and they study almost their entire lives to achieve a level that seems to flow naturally in you.

Thank you. I appreciate it! you know? Every time someone says it I think it is great, because there was a time when some videos leaked when I started training and it really wasn't very good. I had literally been doing it for two weeks at that point. I decided to go online and realized it wasn't very good.

“I remember taking it very seriously and thinking, okay, I've seen all these actors my whole life do incredible things, accomplish incredible feats to fit a role. I always felt in my heart that that was something I could do and now I literally had the opportunity in front of me. I did it and that effort was worth it.” I pushed my body to the limit. You have five moments in which you can go in search of something.

I started training two hours a day, then it was four, then six, then eight. There were days when we did 10, there were days when we lost count. Then this happened, I found a teacher there in South Africa who was the teacher of one of my coaches. I had like seven coaches. All the coaches didn't have enough time to train with me during the time I was trying to train.

Then they would tap, one would come in for two hours, tap, another would come in and train with me, I was running out of people. I found a teacher in Cape Town who invited me to his home and to his black belt sessions. I trained 7 days a week. I was really obsessed.

I remember telling Jacob I wasn't hanging out. I isolated myself from everyone. And I sent Iñaki a message, because I knew we hadn't spent much time together. I said, hey, buddy, look, I'm really sorry I haven't been around you guys much lately. It's only because I'm hell-bent on having this black belt before the show airs.

I wanted when the show came out, no one could debate that I did every trick and erase any doubt about it. The two of the weeks of the SAG-AFTRA Strike in Hollywood gave me a window to achieve my goal: to obtain a black belt. I called one of my coaches and told him: I have two weeks, my coach. And I said, man, I have two weeks. Do you want to come to where I am and train with me? I wanted to know if I was ready for a title

So he came and we trained four hours in the morning, four hours in the afternoon, every day for 13 days. And then on the 14th, he said, okay, let's pretend qualifying is today.

“It was just a whole day of kicking, kicking, punching and beating. And in the end, I take off the red belt that I twist tightly and the sweat drips endlessly and he comes out and hands me my black belt and the next day I flew to Japan with that in my hand. And that was three days before the show came out. “Everything is so amazing.”.

4. [RSK] Well, Taz, You are an icon of multiculturalism, that is really special because it is the spirit of my interviews. From your perspective, what are those strengths and those challenges that you have experienced being a multicultural person in this industry of stereotypes?

Intrinsically linked to who I am, I can see most things, or at least I think I can see most things from many perspectives. I grew up in a family made up of a Christian English woman and a Muslim man. That allowed me to empathize with characters or stories in a different way because I can always see what the other side is or what a different person would feel and think in those scenarios. There is a great quote that I love and have always thought:

“Anyone is a villain in history written by those who win and I think being able to see 360 ​​degrees of something and realize that someone could actually be described as a villain, by virtue of the fact that they didn't win that battle. ”

Someone can be a hero but they may have done very bad things to achieve it. You know what I'm talking about? I think that's something that being multicultural gives me. But I guess the difficulty is that I often feel like I'm struggling to find the place where I belong because I don't identify with anything.

I grew up in Spain. I am canarian. I went to a Canarian school. I learned to write Spanish before I learned to write English.

Sometimes I don't feel enough canarian. The same goes for being Arab. Half of my family is Arab. But I've never lived there, you know, I don't feel it, so I guess that's my problem sometimes, is figuring out where I really belong. Maybe the answer is that I don't necessarily belong anywhere specific and that's okay.

5. [RSK] Earlier this year, it was interesting to see your visit to Latin America through your posts of the adventures you had visiting the new continent, specifically Peru. From this experience, what memories do you keep in your heart?

Oh wow! If I talk about Latin America, I find similarities with the Canary Islands specifically. Some local culture, some native culture.

The majority of our population is actually made up of all the Latin American countries that emigrated to the Canary Islands. So I grew up surrounded by Peruvians, Mexicans, Venezuelans, Colombians, and it felt like an extension of my home. Especially in the way we treat each other socially speaking. We are very happy, enthusiastic and have a lot of physical contact,

I felt like I was getting to know Peru on a personal level, both everyone who lived there and the country itself, which was so beautiful. I'm going to Mexico soon and I'm really excited to tour Mexico and see what adventures I can find there too. All of Latin America is something that I am very excited to visit each of its countries.

“To be fair, I want to go to every country in the world, but Latin America is high on my list.”

6. [RSK] Have you had the opportunity to visit any other place in Asia apart from Japan?

I haven't, but funnily enough, when I was finishing filming One Piece, I was trying to figure out where in the world I wanted to go for real taekwondo training, I was considering looking for places in Seoul and I found a lot of schools.

There the taekwondo culture is great, although I am familiar with each technique and I can count the commands in Korean Hana, Dul, Set Net, every time we do an exercise in class we count the exercise in tens.

So I thought okay, at least I did know how to say all those kinds of specific things in Korean and I could go to Korea and just train. I didn't do it because I had to film something else, but I really want to go to South Korea. It's on my list,

7. [RSK] Do you know that they have a “One Piece” cafe in South Korea?

Oh yes, You can go and take photos with the characters with scale models. The place is incredible, it is as beautiful as it is popular. In fact, I started watching the series last year. I was visiting that place because I heard one of my friends said, that I am a big fan of One Piece and I should go. You need to enjoy those kinds of coffees in Korea. They are beautiful. You know, the aesthetics are unique in the world.

TAZ : Do you have the last phase with the characters' faces? They really wanted to get one of those.

8. [RSK] Let's talk about the current project in Top, Gassed Up, The movie, which had its premiere at the BFI London Film Festival in 2023, although the most attractive and at the same time fascinating thing is knowing that you have the participation in writing the script.

GASSED UP TRAILER

Gassed Up - Trailer Edit - Intro by Taz Skylar

Look! Gassed Up was my first screenplay. I've been writing for a long time, but I've only done my own work in the past.

This is the first film I produced and it was a really long process. Like I had been working on it for a year and a half before that. And actually, funnily enough, I finished the script. So I was revising and rewriting for a long time.

When I came to South Africa to film One Piece, before we stopped (Hollywood Strikes) we were in preparation, we had been there for two or three weeks and there was one night when everyone was gathering at Emily's apartment. I remember being thoughtful because I had to do another draft of the script and I remember I really wanted to go, so I took my laptop to Emily's apartment and wrote it on her couch.

I finished writing the new ending on her couch and everyone was doing their own thing. Then I sent the script and the film was given the green light to be made while I was there filming. Then we had to figure out how we could do it so that I could find a space and film in one piece to return to London to film “Gassed Up” and then come back to finish “One Piece”. I ended up flying from one set to another and then from one set to another again. It was a trip, it was a trip and a half. The movie aspires to do something really cool. A really cool movie that had young actors at the center, which is rare these days because it seems like everything has to be very bankable, which I also understand. I understand the financial capacity element of movies, but,

"I really wanted to be the creator of something that people my age could lead because it was a young team, a young cast with young people making this movie and I think it's also infused with youth, at least I hope so."

9. [RSK] We have seen you have discipline, hard work and focus. You are a young person but you have a life that you can share like a professional. Tell me, how does this enrich your personal and professional life?

Ah, great question. Well, I think one of the main lessons I've learned is that I have a lot less time than ever before, a lot less time on my hands than I used to, but somehow I manage to do it too.

many other things, both personally and professionally, than those that I have had before and I think that is what it is about,

“It has taught me that time is very valuable and that there are only two ways I really like to spend it: working incredibly hard or having an incredible amount of fun. I really don't like to spend time doing anything mediocre because that's the prism I put everything through."

I spent more time during half that year being Sanji than I did being Taz.

In the end everything is settled with you. You capture gestures of that character and then you have to consciously decide if you want to keep them or not. In Sanji's case, a lot of those gestures or ways of thinking or feeling were really useful and productive and great ways of being that really stuck with me and that I try to maintain.That definitely happens, it's horrible, you know?

What I was talking about before is definitely putting into perspective how much you can do with life if you are very strict with your time, which I have definitely become. Sometimes I try to make a conscious effort to be clear-headed with my time, which I almost always regret when I feel like I've wasted it. There are not many people our age in the world who have the opportunity to witness the world in such a special and intense way. I guess I'm overwhelmed by the fact that I need to make the most of it as much as I can and every character I play really stays with me.

“I started getting tattoos for each character, like I did recently for the first play I did. And I got a One Piece tattoo. I just did another movie where the character had tattoos, so I'm choosing which tattoo of his I want to get. “

Because what I'm finding in every character I play really changes the course of who I am for the rest of my life. I know that in some big or small way I will never be the same after playing a character. Because the level, not just like the depth of the investigation or the depth of figuring out who this character is that I have to go to, it's also that a year is 12 months. If I spent six months playing Sanji, 4 a.m. to 7 p.m., so I'll spend half of that year more, it definitely made me say, okay, well. What happens in a world where you can only make a certain number of characters per year and there are only a certain number of years? What characters do I really want? I bet that my career because it seems like everyone is is that now I do have maybe; 20 years, 28 now, 20 or 30 years playing characters. This is maybe 30 characters, maybe it's 40 characters, who knows, but it's not that many for a lifetime and I really want to make sure that each one of them means as much as the last ones to me.

10. [RSK] Wow! Being an artist who stands out for his multifaceted ability, we must ultimately talk about your passion for surfing that becomes as interesting as it is liberating for your audience. Let's talk about this adventure!

I was downright obsessed. I was around 10 or 12 years old. That's all I wanted to talk about, know, think about, watch or spend time doing was surfing and surfing related things. I would surf all day and then watch surf movies at night. I started making surfboards.

That was a very special moment because I used to be really scared by everything.

"I was very shy. Was very sensitive and I don't want to say delicate, but it was like a twig, like it would break on anything. And surfing really changed that for me because suddenly I was being dragged and drowned and getting hit by surfboards or fins or thrown out of the water by people who didn't want me there and it really strengthened me and generated that sense of adventure that I have.”

That feeling of let's see what happens here. Because that's how it is every time you get into the water you enter a world of the unknown and uncertainty. It also gave me misfit friends and they pushed me to do different things and try other things that were scary. Making surfboards taught me how to put myself in a situation. I always reference the factory because I made about six boards.

I was 15 or around 16 years old of pure daily handmade work. I was in workshops and then in factories, sanding, sanding, sanding, sanding, shaping, sculpting and sawing. I still have calluses on my hands, like I still have stones of skin under each of my fingers where they bled and then I taped them up and put them away.

11. [RSK] Well, Taz, it really has been a complete honor getting to know you through all these exciting and deep experiences. I hope all Rolling Stone Korea audiences enjoy this interview as much as I enjoyed doing it. Thank you.

Photographs by Taz Skylar

[wheels-of-despair]

A Worth It Story | (Before) Ralph Penbury x You | Series Masterlist

The Other Dance Summary: A flashback to Ralph and the future Mrs. Penbury's first kiss at the Christmas Ball. It contains a horrible date, an awkward dinner, drinking, dancing, drugs, Victoria and her girl gang, Mother, and eventual illness from one or more of the aforementioned horrors. Words: 2.2k

"I bought [the ring] the day after we met."

Whatever teasing remark had been waiting to roll from your lips is forgotten. The day after? He can't be serious.

"I assure you, I am very serious. I have the receipt at home if you doubt the date."

"Why, Ralph?" you breathe.

"You don't remember, do you?"

"What am I supposed to be remembering?"

"Our first kiss."

You look at him in complete confusion.

"The Christmas Ball. You kissed me under the mistletoe."

-Worth It, Chapter 12

Wilfred Carmichael was not a bad-looking person.

In fact, when you'd first laid eyes on him, you'd been pleasantly surprised. You knew nothing about him, except that he needed a date to the Christmas Ball and was the nephew of someone your mother was desperate to impress. But he was tall, and handsome, and had a charming smile.

Your mother, eager to climb the social ladder, had finally received an invitation to join the ladies' aid group she'd been lusting after for ages. They raised money for charities, hosted parties and dances, and gossiped about everyone in town. When they finally asked her to join, you thought she might faint from excitement.

So when the secretary's nephew suddenly found himself single a week before the Christmas Ball the ladies had been planning for months, your mother graciously volunteered you to be his date.

It had been suggested that the two of you get to know each other before the dance, so he'd been invited to tea, with your parents present. He'd been funny, and charming, and polite. After it was determined that you were a decent match, your mothers planned your next date: he'd pick you up, take you to a nice dinner in a respectable and well-lit restaurant, and then bring you to the dance. You only had a week to prepare, after all.

The night of the dance, Wilfred showed up on time and dazzled your mother with his dashing smile during the required small-talk. He was clean-cut, respectful, and set to inherit a fortune. Everything a young lady is supposed to want in a man.

And then you got know him.

The ride to the restaurant was quiet but tolerable. You weren't exactly comfortable with him yet, but you did your best to appear confident and interesting. After you'd been seated and the waiter came over to take your orders, Wilfred ordered for you: Veal. Rare.

Giving him the benefit of the doubt, hoping that maybe he was ordering out of habit for the old girlfriend, you quickly told the waiter that actually, you'd like something else. You changed your order, and when the waiter scurried away with his head ducked, you received a hushed lecture on being an embarrassment as the vein in Wilfred's forehead throbbed threateningly at you.

You sat there quietly, not quite sure what to say. You hadn't realized that not wanting to eat a raw baby animal would be such a polarizing issue.

The main course was a silent and tense affair. You forced yourself to eat half of your meal, which was usually something you enjoyed, but tonight it had trouble going down. Wilfred lightened up and started talking again by dessert, but you were wary of him after the veal fiasco. What would it take to really set him off?

He'd turned the charm back on by the time you arrived at the venue that was hosting the Christmas Ball. He joked with the boy who checked your coats, greeted chaperones with a brilliant smile, and steered you to the refreshment table to pick up two cups of punch.

A boy you recognized from church was also at the table, so you said hello to him. As casual acquaintances sometimes do.

Wilfred sat down the punch, grabbed your arm, and hastily escorted you to a table full of bored-looking couples. He quickly introduced you to all of his friends, whose names you forgot immediately, then sat down and proceeded to ignore you.

The girls sat quietly while the boys talked loudly over each other. You made yourself look busy by admiring the decorations; red velvet fabric and gold accents everywhere. Very coordinated.

After a while, someone began passing around a silver flask. You reached for it when it came to you, figuring it might take the edge off, but it was snatched from your grasp before you could take a sip.

"Ladies don't drink." Wilfred took a swig and handed the flask to the next man, completely passing over the girl on his other side. A few of the girls at the table snickered behind their hands.

You didn't know what to do. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks from embarrassment. You took solace in the fact that this would be your final date with him. There was absolutely no way you'd allow yourself to be subjected to this again.

Trying to look unbothered, you scanned the crowd for a familiar face. Any familiar face. Your eyes landed on your mother, who was waving you over. Thank God. Your mother wasn't usually a welcome sight, but tonight, she'd do. You excused yourself, and went to her.

"Dearest! This is Mrs. Penbury, without whom this wonderful event would not have been possible, and her lovely children: Victoria and Ralph. They're twins!"

"Hello," you said with fake enthusiasm, making brief eye contact with each Penbury.

Mrs. Penbury gave you a warm welcome before flitting off to straighten a crooked garland. Your mother rushed to help her, leaving you with two people you'd known for approximately three seconds.

"Oh, aren't you just darling?" Victoria remarks, looking you up and down and making you feel like a specimen under a microscope. "Come with me, you must meet the girlies!" She grabs your hand and drags you away.

"It was nice to meet you," you call back to Victoria's brother with a friendly smile before you disappear into the crowd with her.

When Victoria reaches her table full of girlfriends, she snakes an arm around you and introduces you as the daughter of the club's newest member.

You stand there awkwardly, letting everyone inspect you and introduce themselves, until the one called Ernestine stands and announces that she'd like to visit the powder room. The entire table rises, purses in hand, and Victoria's hand on your back guides you along with them. You were shocked to be included in something as sacred as a group trip to the ladies' room so soon, and you went along with them happily. This was much better than sitting silently at Wilfred Carmichael's side.

When the door was closed, everyone opened their bags and pulled out their own flasks. Apparently ladies DO drink, Willie-boy.

The girls compare what they've brought, and begin sampling from each other's dainty little bottles. You had nothing to offer, but you were included anyway. And you were grateful for it.

"Who are you here with?" the one called Enid asks.

"Wilfred Carmichael!" Victoria answers for you. The girls give each other knowing looks.

"Oh, honey. You're gonna need more than a drink to deal with HIM," a girl whose name you've forgotten says sympathetically, digging into her purse. She comes up with a small silver case, then turns her back to you as she fiddles with something on the sink.

"Come on!" she says, pointing to a line of white powder on the marble. You shift awkwardly, not sure what she's asking of you.

"Darling, have you never had nose candy before?" You shake your head, a blush creeping into your cheeks.

"Here, watch me." Several girls demonstrate, and when you think you've finally figured it out, you take your turn.

WOW.

"Look how cute she is!" "I can't believe we got to witness her first time!" "We're so bad!" All the girls seem to be talking and giggling at once, but you don't mind. Better in here than out there.

Victoria leans down for her turn, then comes back up to shout, "Let's dance!" Flasks are returned to purses, the silver case is put away, and the girls move as one out the door and onto the dance floor.

You all dance together as a group, laughing and enjoying yourselves, until you feel fingers circle your upper arm. You look up to see the glaring face of Wilfred Carmichael. He's so angry, you can see the rage coming off him in waves. Suddenly, you don't feel much like dancing anymore. You let him lead you back to the table, and sit there quietly, heart pounding.

After a few minutes, you begin to wonder why. Why did you let him ruin your good time? Wilfred isn't the boss of you. This is your first damn date. He has no claim on you, and no right to make you feel this way.

Before you can get up and walk away, his friend's flask is passed around again. Wanting to make a statement before you go, you grab it. He snatches it from your hand and brandishes it at your face.

"Ladies don't drink," he said, firmer this time.

"Watch me," you challenge, grabbing it back and taking a gulp of the fiery liquid. A hush fell over the table as you tried to mask your disgust at the taste. Wilfred's face begins to turn a horrifying shade of puce, and you decide that now would be a great time to disappear.

You slam the flask on the table, grab your purse, and walk away. It was as simple as that. But the multiple kinds of alcohol combined with the "nose candy" from earlier seem to hit you all at once. Instead of rejoining Victoria and her friends, you focus your energy on making your way to the restroom, just needing to sit quietly for a moment.

Miraculously, you make it there and into a stall. You close your eyes and breathe deeply. The door opens and lets in the noise from outside for a few seconds, and you hear a herd of heels clacking toward you. Maybe they won't realize you're there.

"Darling, are you alright?" a friendly voice attached to red heels asks from outside the stall where you sit, trying to control your breathing.

"Yes, just needed a minute."

"Victoria, is that…?" someone whispers quietly. The group quickly figures out who you are, and asks you to come out and join them.

"Feeling a little sickly, dearie? It's just because it's your first time, happened to all of us. Here, try this." One of the girls - Izzy, maybe? - digs into her purse and hands you a small white pill.

"What is it?" you ask suspiciously.

"It'll make you feel better, I promise," she says with a smile.

What the hell. You swallow it dry, and they cheer. Growing suspicious at their enthusiasm, you ask again: "What was it?"

"Just a little pick-me-up, doll, don't worry your pretty little head about it. Let's go back out, shall we?" Victoria smile is so intense, it's a little frightening.

"I'll be along, I just need a moment more," you tell them. They shrug and leave without you.

You begin feeling strange. Stranger than before. Realizing that it was not going to get better, and that you did not want to spend all night hiding in this restroom - or worse, having your mother find out why you're ill and alone - you fix your hair in the mirror, grab your purse, and decide to make a break for home before it gets worse.

You spot the exit and march toward it with your eyes on the floor, but instead of walking through the doorway, you walk into a body.

"Sorry!" you both cry at once. You look up to see a handsome young gentleman with a nervous face, and a sprig of mistletoe above him.

"Do I have to kiss you in order to pass?"

"Pardon?" he asks, his widening in confusion.

You point up, and he follows your finger to the mistletoe.

"Oh! No! I'm-- it's not-- I don't--" His panicked face turns red as he stammers, and you immediately regret teasing the young man. You hated to think you'd made someone feel as bad as Wilfred had made you feel tonight. You rise up to kiss him on his burning cheek, and he stops spluttering.

"Merry Christmas," you say with a smile, side-stepping him and continuing toward the exit.

You made it outside and breathed in the wonderfully frigid December air, feeling briefly reinvigorated, before a meaty hand belonging to Wilfred Bloody Carmichael closed on your upper arm again. In your haste to escape, you'd forgotten your coat.

You whirled around with a glare.

The confrontation that followed largely remains a mystery to you. Your brain had grown more than a little fuzzy at this point, but you definitely remember a "How DARE you!" and a "You TROLLOP!" You countered with a "YOU DON'T OWN ME" and a slap to the face before stomping off, in the cold, without a coat. You were still amazed that you made it home without freezing to death.

Your mother had been angry with you the next morning, but you did your best to piece together what happened and share the parent-appropriate parts of the night. One look at the finger-shaped bruises on your arm was all it took for your father to declare that Wilfred Carmichael's name was never to be spoken in his house ever again.

At least one good thing came out of that night….

Or so you'd thought at the time.

On a beautiful spring day in the park, standing on the bridge above the happy little ducks with the person you loved most in the world, you realized it was actually two.

[ecargmura]

The Yuzuki Family's Four Sons Episode 12 Review + Final Thoughts - Gakuto And His Brothers' Daily Lives

Why does this anime have to end? Thursdays now feel empty…. I’m glad that this show has been nothing but sweet slice of life. I really enjoyed it a lot from start to finish.

The final episode is about Gakuto starting to write in a diary. As a six-year-old, he has no idea what to do with a diary, but with advice from Mikoto, Gakuto starts journaling his daily life, thoughts and feelings on the things that transpire. I actually got my first diary when I was around Gakuto’s age too, so I get how Gakuto thinks. Though, I wasn’t as mature as him back then, but I did like using my diary to write about stuff; I don’t remember what I wrote back then, but getting my first diary made me a frequent diary writer at my age; it’s crazy how my habit of writing transitioned from childhood to adulthood.

Gakuto writes about events in his life like how Hayato got home early from work and went grocery shopping to make something Gakuto wanted to eat, how he witnessed and envied the closeness of Mikoto and Minato when the former was tutoring the latter, how Hayato thought about his younger brothers after being an only child for a long time, how Mikoto and Minato thought about him, and how he feels about going to his family’s grave every month. All the moments were so adorable and shows how tight-knit the brothers are.

One scene that got me was when the brothers decide to make their monthly visit to their parents’ grave. Gakuto, in particular thought, about a memory he had with his parents where they were waiting for the kindergarten bus to come. I think the saddest thing about that memory is that is most likely the only strong memory he has of them. He lost his parents when he was four; he’s currently six. As time goes by, Gakuto will forget that particular memory. While he can still remember his parents’ faces via photos, the expressions and emotions he had felt from the memories will fade away when he gets older because he spent the least amount of time with them before their passing. That’s really bittersweet to think about. I know that his brothers will make up for it by telling him stories so that he can keep his parents’ memories alive within himself, but it wouldn’t be the same.

This final episode showed the personalities of all the brothers and it’s actually amazing to watch. Hayato behaves like a parent, but I do like seeing his vulnerable and stricter sides. Mikoto, while still a brocon, has more affection for Gakuto than I assumed he would; while he does see him as a rival for Minato’s affections, Gakuto’s maturity and innocence dazzles him at times; the scene where Minato tries to blow him away was funny. Minato is a huge simp for Gakuto, even saying that he finds his breathing cute; calm down, dude. I like that while Minato is very stubborn and rambunctious, he instantly flips like a switch when it comes to Gakuto; the baby brother practically has the third brother wrapped around his fingers.

The ending was very sweet. After seeing the rainbows, the brothers decide to spend the rest of the day doing something memorable that Gakuto can write down in his diary. When all three of them ask where he wants to go, he says that anywhere is fine as long as he has his brothers. That’s so sweet. They’re such a tight-knit family.

Final Thoughts

This anime was heavily overshadowed by the big names of this season; I don’t blame it as this season was STACKED! While the beginning was rough around the edges due to the poor subtitles, it still managed to gain some watchers, like me!

I do like that all the characters in the show feel human. They have both good and bad traits and neither are glorified nor villainized. They’re very flawed characters, but that’s also a good thing. While they fight, I can see how close they all are. I think the best part about these characters are that they don’t stick to one specific trope; yes, even Mikoto isn’t a brocon all the time. Hayato may seem like the mom-like brother, but even he has his own internal issues when it comes to his existence. Minato seems like a brat, but he has a good heart and can be mature when necessary. Gakuto, while mature, struggles with trying to be a kid and trying to grow up faster to not be a liability. The Kirishima family, while supporting characters, have their fair shares of flaws too.

I think the writing was great too. All the situations the brothers deal with aren’t dealt with in normal anime-like fashion. Two episodes that come to mind are Episodes 6 and 7 where Minato struggles with realizing that his relationship with Uta might change in the future and how he first met Uta who was moody from her parents’ divorce. The plot for those episodes went in routes I didn’t expect them to take. In typical fashion, Uta and Minato would’ve been a couple here and there, but their relationship did not progress to love and stayed platonic.

The opening and ending songs were great and the OST was good to listen to as well. When it comes to animation, I was rather surprised. What I know from Studio Shuka is that they were the ones that animated the remaining seasons of Durarara!!, so having them do something slice of life like this show was a first for me. The action scene in Episode 7 was so well-coordinated too! It shows that they can go all out, even for a show like this and deliver flawlessly.

It sucks that this show won’t get a season 2 nor would it get an English license for the manga. I’d love to read it. I’ve grown so attached to this family. This is definitely a slice of life, family story that I would recommend others to watch. What are your thoughts on the finale and the show as a whole?