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rafeandonlyrafe · 10 months

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silent treatment

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warnings: drug dealer rafe, established relationship, arguing but its very fluffy throughout and never actually serious

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“rafey, are you almost done?” you ask, causing him to turn his head to look at you for the first time since you both entered the party and parted ways for rafe to do business.

“come here, baby.” rafe beckons you closer, so you cross the line of people waiting and take a seat on the couch next to rafe. “what's wrong?”

“nothing's wrong, i just miss you.” you pout, lacing your fingers through rafes. “i know you're selling right now but i thought we would be able to hang out tonight.”

rafe looks at the line of people waiting, then down at his stash. “im almost sold out, yeah? think you can wait ten more minutes?”

“can i sit here?” you ask, and when rafe nods you curl up against his side. he has to shake your hand loose as the next person walks up, buying some drugs that rafe would never in his life let you touch, but had no problem selling to other people.

you busy yourself with playing with a loose strand on rafes shorts as the packets in front of him dwindle down to only one small baggie of white powder left. rafe pockets it, shooing the rest of the people waiting away, telling them to come find him at the next party.

just when rafe finishes counting the money and you expect to get up and actually enjoy the party with your boyfriend, barry takes a seat on the armchair across from you.

“how was tonight?” he asks.

“sold it all, kept a baggie for myself.” rafe splits the money and hands most of it to barry for getting him the supply, pocketing the rest for himself.

“im getting a new shipment in tuesday-” you stop listening as they start to talk business again, linking your hand with rafes and rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. you begin to stroke his arm with your other hand, craving any sort of attention from him.

“baby, stop, you're distracting me.” rafe says, pulling his hand out of your grip.

“sorry.” you whisper, looking between barry and rafe, wondering how much longer they're going to take.

“can i sit on your lap?” you ask, knowing rafe doesn't care about others seeing your pda so he shouldn't mind, he's let you sit on his lap in the past, he's even pulled you onto it himself.

rafe sighs, rubbing his forehead before sitting back, pulling you onto his knee so you're purched on the edge.

you groan, knowing that this isn't what you asked for as you turn to frown at rafe.

“baby, why are you being so clingy tonight?” rafe asks, pulling you by your waist into him so your side is pressed against his chest.

“im not.” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

“yeah, you definitely are. won't even let me talk to barry for ten minutes without getting all whiney.” rafe says, a small smile on his face, but it doesn't placate you, it just annoys you.

you stand up, moving away from rafe and leaving him to do whatever the fuck he wants with barry.

“baby, you didn't talk to me all night, please don't give me the silent treatment again today too.” rafe says, attempting to press a kiss to your shoulder, but you just move away to continue making pancakes. rafe keeps his eyes on you as you move about the kitchen.

you plate your pancakes, leaving the rest for rafe to get himself if he wants them and walk into the dining room. you're glad for the music you put on to drown out the silence at rafe sits across the table with his own plate.

you eat without looking up at him, somehow able to keep yourself quiet.

“so you're giving me the silent treatment but still made enough pancakes for me?” rafe asks.

you simply shrug, getting up to finish your pancakes in the kitchen.

“here, let me do the dishes.” rafe comes barging into the kitchen, interrupting you from beginning to clean. you simply shrug and walk away, not even giving him a thank you. you listen to him start to clean up, snickering silently at his grumblings to himself before heading upstairs to get changed.

“what are your plans for today?” rafe asks when you reemerge downstairs, wearing a simple outfit of leggings and a t-shirt. you give rafe a pointed look, one to reinforce the fact that you are not speaking to him before walking away.

rafe leaves you alone for a few hours when he is in the home gym working out. you peak through the glass doors a few times to admire his sweat sheened muscles, but don't let him catch you and go back to scrolling on your phone on the couch when he starts to clean up.

“im gonna go shower.” rafe calls as he passes through the living room. “care to join me?”

“no.” you call back.

you hear rafe stop in his tracks, halting and turning back to face you. “you just talked to me.”

“that doesn't cou-AHHH!” you shout as rafe jumps over the couch, dropping his body over yours as he presses kisses to your face, your phone long forgotten as it falls to the floor.

“im still mad at you, fuck off.” you say, but giggle the entire time, unable to resist his kisses.

“baby, you can tell me to fuck off or that you're mad all you want, just never ever give me the silent treatment again, i was going crazy.” rafe presses your lips together in a kiss and you give in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“it sounds like you're the clingy one now.” you grin at him.

“absolutely.” rafe nods in agreement.

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19burstraat · 9 months

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ketterdam dashboard simulator 2 (electric boogaloo)

(first one here)

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Who submitted Kaz Brekker. don't take the piss he's literally wanted every other Wednesday

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Girl what DIDN'T he do

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So I've been a dregs member for a long time (I'm in my 30s now) and back when I was a new grunt I was especially trolleyed at the Crow Club, and I ended up spilling like half my pint on the head of one of Haskell's feral little runners, yk one of the little kids?? I just kind of mopped him with my sleeve and said sorry and figured that it was the end of it... however it has occurred to me lately that it actually might have been Kaz. Honestly I never could tell the difference between all the kids, and I didn't look properly at him, but now I've been waking up in a cold sweat several times a week thinking about it. Is it time for me to retire from the gang life

#submisson #admin comment: lately all of these have just been ppl embarrassing themselves in front of kaz

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I have eyes :/

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you guys are cowards for not wanting to fuck Brekker. Out of my way ghezenboy I'm bout to get it

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Gonna rob a bank tomorrow and when the stadwatch come I'm gonna tell them it was my alter ego Countess Boochie Flagrante

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 1 year

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If you could write a little thing with fem!tav and astarion where tav brings up the topic of having children? Just would love to see what you do with it and how Astarion would react, etc!

@dexpairs-blog asked: Could i request Astarion reacting to tav babying the owlbear cub and Scratch 24/7? Like baby talk, holding them like babies, playing with them and showering them with all their attention as soon as they set foot in the camp

pspsps what if i made it painful lol

Rated: M

He has no particular interest in children. They are bothersome needy creatures that he has no intention of entertaining. Astarion never understood why you like them so much, brats all of them. The time you give such caring words to the tieflings children, helped Mol out of her contact, to let some kid stay at the camp because the kid's mommy was missing.

Astarion didn't see the point but did see how you interacted with children, this gentle side of you with the bright smile he enviously wants only for him.

The Vampire Ascendant does not need to be. He already owns your body and mind.

You currently are watching Scratch run around playing with the kids in the park, your sweet giggles as the two children pretend to be heroes fighting imaginary villains with their fearsome battle dog! The owlbear is in the Crimson Palace enjoying his afternoon nap after being fed. Astarion is usually with him, you notice he has grown closer to it in recent years.

"Little love," You jump when he wraps his arms around you, "Enjoying your toys?" It… Bothered you long ago by what he calls everyone you have a harmless interest in (or interact with) toys, which is a step up from being cattle (not by much). You long ago stopped trying to convince him otherwise.

"The children are enjoying themselves. Scratch is going to sleep well tonight." You speak as kisses are placed on your exposed back, his arms pulling you closer, "Astarion," It is hard not to squirm as he hums with minor acknowledgment and seeks you out physically. Luckily you are hidden under a shaded tree while the children are pretty far from your secluded spot. "Not here." Denying him is impossible, both because he won't be denied and because you need him.

"I promised you a decade in each other's arms," resting his chin on your shoulder with eyes closed, "Yet, here you are outside without me." Hurt. Astarion seeks you out like a shark to blood, he fiends for you in a way you never thought possible.

The ascension changed him, you remind yourself.

"Soon," Tilting your head against his, "Allow me to stay a little longer."

One might think he wants time away from him.

When you pull away, your warmth leaving him, your hand catches his, "Come." You tug for him to follow.

When darkness falls, when the streets fall silent, the taverns are full; he has you close to him. Normally, he would go hunting to bring prey to feed you however tonight he does not leave your side. Laying next to one another in the bed, your eyes looking into his.

The conversation comes up over a petty argument and you still feel the tears on your cheeks.

"A child?"

"Yes, our own." You place his hand on your stomach, "We can make one. Father," The title spoken with some defeat, "Granted me that ability."

Astarion is aware, Kanchelsis gave his blessing for his beast child to be the consort of the Ascendant.

"Now why would you want a little bugger running around here? Isn't babying that dog and owlbear of yours enough?

The day you found that dog, Gods above, you refused to leave the camp until Lae'zel dragged you out. Then the owlbear! Halsin was not a damn help as he also pet the creature too.

Strange, he misses those chaotic days at times… Especially Gale.

"Mine," With a raised eyebrow, "Says the vampire who cuddles with said owlbear when it is having a nightmare." The indignant look he gives you makes you chuckle, "I only brought it up because…" His hand on your stomach slides up your chest until it reaches your face, a sad face. "Family with you… I dream of it. Of us."

He can see them, though the tadpole is long gone, the vampire can peer into your mind. Share thoughts and feelings between the bond of master and spawn— Lovers. The dreams are vivid, he can hear and picture the child that looks like him but shares parts of you too.

A family.

Your mind feels him sneer, the dislike, the fear. The fear of being a terrible father, be like how Cazador was with his family—turning and enslaving them.

"Astarion," Staring up as he moves to pin you down, "Ah!" Biting your neck and drinking from you.

"Ask me for anything and it will be yours," His lips bloodied, "This however I can't."

You are disappointed but you understand Astarion may never be in the right mindset to have a family. Too much trauma that though you tried helping him, it festers in him never to truly heal.

His forehead rests on yours, his fingers intertwined with yours keeping your hands pinned down above your head.

Sex is different this time. Of course, it feels good– Great, but this time he entertained something you hadn't expected him to do. "You... Don't have… Astarion, you don't need to." The way he fucks you is as if he was going to breed a child into you. As if every round is driven with the intention of seeing your stomach swell with his child.

It is a fantasy he entertains, speaking the filthiest words as you cry out for him. Maybe he is trying to make up to you for his rejection, you don't know. You do know after, in the silence of the aftermath, as you play with his messy white curls, his hand rubs your stomach.

A longing that he cannot ever give you this one desire.

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ya-zz · 5 months

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hiii!!! my first time sending a request to someone, but i just saw your beautiful little post coming out like a minute ago and you're asking for more requests...so.....i'm being totally normal about how gorgeous you write for Ramattra...( and I'm being totally normal about how I'm so feral over him too like bark bark- )

So, if you'll be willing...how about just a little fluff? Ramattra's first time wanting to sleep with his fem!human in the same bed, but he actually doesn't know how to cuddle and not crush this fragile being beside him. So, reader has to teach that silly little omnic how to >< bonus points if Ramattra doesn't understand his strength from the human pov 👉👈

even if you'd dismiss it, it's alright! Just wanted to reach out and say thank u so much for your works, you're doing awesome with writing and art and you're making me smile every time i see something from you ( or cry okay i love good dose of angst- ). Srry for many words, well, have a great day/night!! ^^

Hi Hi! We love being feral for Ramattra on this blog~ bark bark

Also thank you so much for the kind words! It really means a lot to me 😭 It's messages like this that keep me writing ♥

"Since when did you want to cuddle?" You ask, arms crossed over your chest with a slight smirk on your face.

"Shut up..." He looks away and you could tell he was embarrassed for asking such a thing.

You laugh lightly before taking his hand and pulling him towards the bed. Luckily it was late, so it was the perfect excuse to be close to your partner.

Ramattra won't admit that it would be his first time cuddling with a human, anything beyond that was out of his trajectory regardless, but he wanted to be close with you tonight.

He lays down beside you, instinctively wrapping his arms around your curves and pulling you close. His grip was tight around your body which causes you to wince.

"I am sorry." Ramattra speaks softly, letting go of you when he notices the pained expression. He wasn't used to being gentle with another being.

You shake your head and smile up at him. "It's an honest mistake." Shuffling closer to him, you place his arms where you needed them, wrapped around your sides as your head lays against his chest, cowl protecting you from the harsh metal bracing.

The hum of his inner workings lull you to sleep almost instantly, but you fight to stay awake a little longer.

"This is... Comforting." He admits, thumb rubbing gentle motions on your side. He feels the warmth of your chest against his side, your own hand rubbing soothing lines up his tubing.

"Better than you imagined?"

"Far better." He stares up at the ceiling, systems heating up slightly to keep you warm.

You hum, shifting slightly as the fight wears out and you fall asleep against him. You were safe within his arms, all worries dissipating.

Ramattra can't help but let out an audible sigh, finally feeling content. He speaks in a sort of whisper, not wanting to disturb you.

"Goodnight, my love."

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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🤌🏻 you've seen the vid of binnie taking a donut from a STAY at the fan meet? Imagine that it wasn't just any STAY it also happened to be his s/o!

Just thoughts of binnie scanning which stay to take from and he spots you and takes yo donut and you sit there like.

... "bruh, I got this for us to eat at home why 😭" still had fun at the fan meet tho and you adore interacting with your boyfriend at fan meets loool.

powdered donuts paired with sugary sweet love

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: she/her pronouns used, idol au, food mentioned (donuts), established relationship. words: 0.6k ~ (689)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

the local bakery is just a few blocks away from where skz are currently holding their fan meeting. you can hear the sounds of the cheers and screams from the many stays as well as the music for s-class playing.

as you step inside the bakery, pick out four donuts for you to indulge later on tonight. you hear his voice bellowing in your ears as you pay. you smile to yourself as you listen to his cheerful laugh, a laugh that erupts from deep within his chest whilst making everyone else around him laugh too from how contagious it is.

you step outside, clutching the box. you decide on making a detour to see how the fan met is going plus, you want to see your lover after not seeing him for a few weeks.

you stand a few feet away from the crowd. enough to be seen by changbin but not enough to be shooed away from the event organisers plus security.

you chuckle to yourself as you watch skz interact with stays, taking photos and talking to them. you spot changbin, feeling your heart swell and butterflies flutter in your stomach from how beautiful and soft he looks. your body fills with pride, eyes filling with tears as you watch him. you couldn't be proud of changbin, proud of how far he has come.

you've watched him struggle with his own mind at times. the exhausting hours, the never ending sleepless nights and his body battered and bruised from the ruthless dance practises as well as him losing his voice a couple of times. you've been by his side, his shoulder to lean on and you're so proud of him for sticking at it and never giving up.

whilst reminiscing, you fail to notice changbin making a mad dash towards you only to be stopped by security. changbin frowns and pouts, protesting as you watch him become flustered and somewhat annoyed.

“she's my girlfriend! she won't hurt me, just let me past please.” you see him mouth, practically begging the guy, but security just won't budge–until stray kids manager comes over and explains the situation and who you are. luckily for you, you're on good terms with skz and the team behind them, which allows you just that little bit of leeway when it comes to stuff like this.

changbin hugs the manager before beaming as bright as the sun. he runs over to you, engulfing you in his arms. your eyes widen as you laugh, holding the box of donuts away so you don't drop them.

“i've missed you so fucking much.” changbin whispers, eyes closing as he inhales that scent of yours he has missing so dearly. you smile softly to yourself, melting into his body. the scratchy fabric of his outfit rubs against your cheek but you endure it just to be held by changbin that little bit longer.

“i've missed you too binnie. so so much.” you whisper.

“i only have a few minutes until i have to go back. i know i shouldn't stray away from stays but as soon as i saw you, my body went into autopilot.”

“i understand baby. you have a job to do so it's ok.” changbin pulls away slowly before cupping your cheeks and kissing you sweetly on the lips. you hum softly, reciprocating the kiss and melting into his touch and the heat from the palm of his hands.

“what you got there then?” he says, nodding at the box of donuts.

“oh!” you open the box to show him the powdery, sugar coated dough. “just a small snack for tonight. thought i'd treat myself for after dinner.”

“yum!” changbin smirks playfully as he grabs a donut. you pout and whine as you watch him take a bite out of the soft dough. “this is delicious! very sweet, but delicious!”

“binnie!” you whine. he giggles softly as you sigh and roll your eyes playfully at him. you reach out, swiping some powdered sugar away from the corner of his lips with your thumb.

“it's a good thing i love and adore you, seo changbin.”

note: soft binnie eating donuts equals a yes from me. 🥺 he's so baby girl coded -sobs-

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cherrynwinesk · 8 months

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🍒: I really didn't think one bit that you would like As u Sleep because it deals with a topic that I have never made known on my blog, thank you very much for your support. Also want to thank and give full credit to ✨ @norachere ✨ who has been the mastermind behind this third part, without her idea this history would not have been possible.

As u Sleep pt.3 ~ Cellbit

Story g: horror (no love), nsfw, not safe

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: supernatural creatures, blood, murders, horror. This is too violent, minors or sensitive people do not read, NOT SAFE, ONLY +18, (no sex, only violence), NO LOVE

CC's: Cellbit

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

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Cellbit had been able to get a power source without actually killing someone, the morgue was a horribly lonely place, he could hear the whispers of souls resting in his ear as he weighed the dead brain on the scale, he hated it when the corpses sat on the metal table, he was not afraid, in the end he was the one who had been dead for much longer than the person lying down, but he hated having to reposition them to be able to work.

He hated having to feed on dirty blood, old blood, blood contaminated by gunpowder from a bullet, blood contaminated by drugs or foreign substances. But he didn't want to ruin someone else like they ruined him, he would have preferred that monster to kill him instead of turning him into an immortal.

Cellbit was so tired, tired of pretending to be a random human who goes to the supermarket to buy bread and milk that ends up flushing down the toilet while everyone sleeps. Tired of spending time inside the morgue until the sun goes down and then leaving the house before it dawns, locked in that refrigerator like the dead man that he is.

Tonight, anger was consuming Cellbit, it had been you who was about to ruin his hateful life, which he had been perfecting so he could infiltrate as just another mortal. How through an oversight you had obtained the answer to his behavior, his very isolated way of being, and why they would never have shared a dinner together.

He listened to you through the walls, how you cried with fear, how you asked for help and that your biggest mistake was having gone to sleep. Because while you sleep, Cellbit carried that scalpel inside his bag, looked for his gloves and headed towards you.

He knocked on your bedroom door, you saw him work so many times in that cold place and he hoped you would guess how a point pierces a naked body, it was your turn to know.

Cellbit climbed over your body, his mind full of anger repeating "lets fuck her / him up". He stuck the scalpel into your bare stomach, watching how the pain made you open your eyes, how you tried to defend yourself from his teeth on your neck, how you lost strength due to the blood that was needed in your body.

Leaving you looking lost in fear, "I won't be missing you."

Making sure to leave the note to infuse terrorism into the criminal investigation team. Leaving the apartment and getting rid of anything that had your blood on it.

Cellbit went through hard days, in which he could only feed on wild animals, once again causing him that savagery as when he had just become immortal, hidden from the sun, while the nights tortured him, driving him crazy, making his claws come out , his eyes turn red, and an uncontrollable urge to kill like a mad dog. The episodes in which his inner demon attacked caused Cellbit's face to change his features a little which would help not to be recognized.

He had to spend some time without being able to feed himself in order to control his beast and try to enter civilization again. His plan was to get his previous life, his daily routine to be able to feed himself without the need to become a monster, changed.

So Cellbit returned to the city, picking up that paper announcing that they were requesting a forensic doctor at the most prestigious hospital in the area.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Cellbit, I am very surprised to see that you have professional studies and even experience, why did you leave your previous hospital?" The owner of the hospital spoke while looking at the Cellbit file.

"I just want to continue growing professionally, the previous hospital was a small one"

"You are hiring, I just want to tell you, the current doctor is resigning since his colleague disappeared and he is afraid, I think you know very well the danger that this type of work entails, I only ask that you be professional in this aspect"

"Don't worry, I'll take the job seriously."

The doctor who owns the hospital showed Cellbit the way to the morgue, giving him a short tour of his new workplace.

Morgue was already empty, too many corpses to work with, so Cellbit started as soon as possible. FBI and investigative police quickly contacted Cellbit

What was talked about today were multiple disappearances, some type of serial kidnapper, organ sales, or human trafficking were being investigated. Dismembered bodies also continued to arrive in black bags. This time Cellbit was working without being able to eat even a little.

"Cellbit, this person was found in his house, and there was a note from some type of mafia, anything you find on the body, notify me since it's likely to be the same group in charge of the disappearances"

Cellbit nodded without even looking at the police officer who was speaking to him, he could only see how they left a body inside his black insulated bag with a zipper. He was not feeling well at all, thanks to the state in which the corpses were arriving at the morgue, he had to feed on animals again, and the episode of madness was returning, so he went down to the basement where no one would see him become

Pain made him want to tear out his hair, scratch his own skin and tear off his clothes with his claws, he threw himself on the floor seeking comfort while his beast took over him, the pain and desperation had been so strong this time that Cellbit reached faint.

After a few hours unconscious he was able to get up, he walked with difficulty down the stairs to get to his workplace, he leaned on his desk to stabilize his vision. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as the body on the table got up to sit down. Cellbit knew this always happened, so he reached out to unzip the bag.

Without even looking at the person, he maneuvered his body back to the previous position and returned to the tool table to get what he needed to work. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the body rose again and he sighed in frustration.

When he turned around he could finally look at the person who had been dead for days in his apartment, he could recognize you.

“Y/n!?”

"I killed all those people, I couldn't contain my hunger" Cellbit felt so bad, he didn't understand how you hadn't died if he sucked all the blood himself and made sure to stab you in the right place, but now you were there covered in blood on your face. Your hands and clothes, your mouth stained red, your eyes were bright yellow and as you spoke with anger in your words, horns sprang from your forehead. Cellbit dropped his scalpel from the shock and fear that having done this to you caused him.

"Cellbit, this hurts too much and I will make you pay for what you did to me"

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but-thats-its-own-love-story · 11 months

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But-That's-Its-Own-Love-Story's

Hall(f/)oween Trick-(f/)or-Treat etc

Hi everyone. For a number of reasons I haven't really been active for a couple of months now; I promise I'm not going anywhere, but sometimes lurking is all I have time or energy for. And that's fair enough, but I really appreciate you all, so tonight in honor of Halloween I'm tearing myself away from the clingy grasp of my cuddly F/O's and breaking the rules again...

For a limited time, anyone who reblogs this post will receive a drawing of your F/O wearing a costume you pick out for them.

Reblog this post with:

-Reference image(s) of your F/O

-Reference image(s) of a costume for them

Optional:

-Name/reference image of your (or your F/O's) favorite candy or preferred Halloween knick-knack (plastic vampire teeth, sticky hand thingy, etc)

-Name/nickname/pet name/etc of your S/I

-Pose reference, if you've got something in mind. Not making any promises on how it'll turn out but I'll give it a shot etc

Rules:

-You don't have to be following me. This isn't a promo, and if you're like me and your selfship blog is a sideblog that wouldn't really work out too well anyway

-One F/O per reblog; one reblog per blog. I don't have a ton of followers but if this breaks containment I don't want to get overrun etc

-Your F/O can be romantic, platonic, familial, etc. While it won't matter much for what I have in mind, if your F/O is not romantic, please specify just in case

-Costume references can be stock Halloween costumes (like example photos from a costume store) or cosplays (i.e. another character's outfit; in this case please specify which is the F/O and which is the costume etc)

-Sexy costumes = OK (I might be kicking a hornet's nest with this one, but I'm already breaking my own rules by posting anything I draw online. If for some reason you pick something too explicit for me to post, you get the Censorship Nettie)

-Furries/Robots/Nonhuman F/O's = OK (I'll give anything a go as long as I have references)

-OC F/O's = OK (I mean all my F/O's are OC's so it's only fair. Again, as long as you give me enough references. If I can't look up the character I can only work with what you give me etc)

Disclaimers:

-I'm not a professional, but even by my standards I make no guarantees of quality for this one

-Level of detail may range from a quick sketch to as intense as my executive function will allow, depending on how into a particular drawing I get. (The trade-off is that if it's more complicated it'll take longer etc)

-Not sure how many of these I'm gonna get, but if it turns out to be an avalanche gimme like a week lol (I'm gonna do some tonight, and I'll keep going until I get through them all etc)

-I can't imagine a scenario where someone picks a character I won't draw a halloween drawing of, but my apologies in advance if someone does manage to pull it off

-I'll leave reblogs on for several hours; if you can still reblog the post, it's still open

-Just because I haven't stated it anywhere else, all drawings, regardless of complexity or any extra effort I decide to put in at my own discretion are absolutely free

#Selfshipping

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pjisskullourful · 2 years

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┍━☽ LEATHER SEATS ☾━┑

🚗Ethan × reader

NSFW!!🔥 not for law-abiding citizens, this is some kinky nastiness for head-empty bimbos exclusively

° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert

° counting miles & stars, we won't change || your boyfriend drives you to a secluded beach at night, but what begins as stargazing quickly heats up into something else

° wordcount::::: 4,806

🎧LEATHER SEATS companion playlist🎧

° requested by: kat (@mistressofthecats-blog ) 💋: Going to a secluded beach with Ethan to stargaze at night and then stargazing on the hood of his car while he pounds me until I see even more stars please and thank you & thanks for helping with musical inspiration & keeping me on track [requests are open. but commissions are priority! there are currently 2 commissions in cue]

° lyrics included were not written by me

[ITA:] cara: dear

leave the pride outside for love tonight,

just Smoke with Me in Leather Seats

and Ride ...

Ethan had wanted to go for a drive to get some fresh air, with you climbing into the passenger seat of his black car around 1am. This was something you could tell he had been waiting to suggest for hours - a practice of relaxation where the two of you could escape, slipping out of time and into your own pocket of reality.

You had been in a deep state of concentration - the essay you needed to write for university taking much longer than anticipated. Your boyfriend had given you the space you needed, doing his best to not distract you, instead bringing you cups of tea.

But you could only stare at the computer screen for so long - the required word count had been met. When you found your concentration slipping, Ethan had been right there, eyes lighting up when he had noticed you looking his way.

At this point the truth had become a cheesy cliché - it was about the journey, not the destination. When it was just the two of you, it didn't matter where you were going. You could end up in suburbs you had never visited before - him pointing out a house and asking you to come up with the life story of the people who lived within. This was how you had discovered new favourite fast food shops, driving by and finding a burger place was the only restaurant open - neither of you particularly hungry given how far after midnight it was, but curious to try the unique options. You would share a frozen Coke, larger than what was necessary.

You hadn't been paying any attention to what was passing by the window, instead you were watching your boyfriend and the columns of cigarette smoke that flew out into the night. Even in the dim lighting, you got stuck staring at him. It was like you had been sleepwalking through the whole day, but now the fog was clearing and you were coming back into your reality.

And what a blessed reality it was. Everything that you could ever need was sitting directly beside you, steadfast, even as you had been whirling about in high-stress distractions. He was your safety, your clarity, your remedy, your sanity, your home.

You reached your hand out, resting it upon his denim-clad thigh. You had thought it was a simple, innocent gesture at first - a familiar touch that wasn't too close to his crotch. But then you felt his fingers tracing with the lightest, barely-there touch, across the inside of your wrist and it immediately made you shiver. You were forced to acknowledge to yourself that you wanted more, more than just a hand on his leg.

You wanted to feel him in your bloodstream again. You gripped his leg, silently expressing your intentions. He shifted in his seat and the next drag on his cigarette seemed to last longer than the previous. You moved your hand higher, beginning to stretch your fingers out as you ran them all over the coarse fabric.

You grazed your fingers against the side of his bulge, watching both his jaw and his shoulders tense as he held the steering wheel tighter. He stared at the road ahead, even as you rotated your hand, to reach your fingers up higher. You dragged your nail up-and-down the metallic teeth of his zipper.

The playlist that he had selected ran to its conclusion but neither of you made any moves to put more music on, instead letting the cab of the car fill with silence. Now there was even less distraction from your boyfriend and you heard him audibly swallow. He wiggled his ass in the seat again, seeming to be unable to get comfortable.

You secured the zipper pull between your fingers and gave it a tug, bringing it down to the very bottom. You saw a smile twitch at his cheek and you pushed the button at the top of the fly free from its hold. You could see the top of his red underwear as you resettled your hand on his thigh.

But this didn’t last for long, he placed his hand over yours to pick it up and position it on his crotch, in the small area you had uncovered. You moved your hand a little lower over the underwear, feeling how he was beginning to firm up. He ran his fingers up-and-down your wrist, the movements warming your skin.

You giggled, feeling a little bashful. “Should we find a place to park or something?”

“No, we’ll park when we get there and we’ll be alone.” He said, now holding your wrist securely, ready to keep you in place. “I just… well, I just want some more of that attention before we get there.”

“It’s a good thing that my talented boyfriend can multitask so well.”

He shot a quick look your way, winking. “Exactly.”

You stroked down as far as you could, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to reach the tip, but not letting that hold you back. Then you pulled your hand back up, not leaving his shaft. When you stroked down again, you could feel that he was only getting harder.

Over the fabric, you conformed your fingers around his cock, beginning to hold tight enough to feel his throbbing. He didn’t take his eyes off of the road, but he did tilt his pelvis back. You made use of the limited space that you had within his pants.

But there was no opportunity to settle into a rhythm and you were soon reaching for the waistband of his briefs. You heard him inhale sharply as you pulled down, allowing his dick to spring free.

You placed your fingers around the exposed tip, then eased down, feeling his hot skin against your hand. You moved down to the base and back up, exploring the beginnings of his sensitivities.

You were starting to pick up speed, finding a promising pace. You sucked in your cheeks and bowed your head a little lower, close enough to see precum had begun to bead. But you were keen for more than this modest amount of lubrication. The car wasn't slowing down, he wasn't looking around for any places to park - you had time to work him over as you liked.

You spat your saliva out onto his head, making him flinch, to the point of almost snapping his knees together. "Sonofa- what are you…?"

When he looked at you, you just blinked innocently back at him. "What? It's my love language."

This succeeded in making him chuckle. "I thought we agreed that you would warn me before you did that."

"Sorry baby, I guess I didn't think it through, I just acted." You said and you reached out to put your thumb and forefinger around the crown of his dick again. "Do you want me to clean it off? Or maybe I could just spread it down…"

His knees fell far apart again as you moved your fingers down, travelling toward the base of his cock. He drew in a sharp breath, lifting his hips a bit more. He had forgotten all about his cigarette as you set into slowly stroking him.

"Yep, spread it."

You were finding your rhythm, listening to how he was now breathing solely through his mouth. You felt his body tense as you moved your fingers one-by-one over the head, collecting the cum that was gathering thanks to your movements.

"Should I get you wetter?" You asked.

"Yes." He said in a strained whisper. "But not by spitting…"

"Do you want me to use my mouth to keep you warm until we get there?" You asked, even though you still didn't know where he was taking you.

"Yes." He said, both of his hands securely on the steering wheel.

You moved your head into his lap, lips parted. You let your tongue meet the head of his dick first, flicking it over the tip. Then you eased yourself down, drawing his length into your mouth. You rested your lips around him, feeling a vein pulsing against your lower lip as your mouth conformed to his girth.

You rubbed your tongue at the underside of his cock, rewarded with a barely-contained groan from him. He was shifting in his seat a little and you were tasting more of him.

You lost track of the corners that the car took, not feeling the pauses of him stopping at traffic lights. You concentrated on moving your tongue against him, the rest of the world was a distraction unworthy of usurping your current task. From time-to-time you felt his hand stroking through your hair, a gentle encouragement.

It took you a moment to recognise that the car had come to a complete stop, longer than a pause. You drew yourself back, glancing up at him.

"Hi." He whispered, taking his hands off the wheel and having a drag of his cigarette.

You tried to regain your bearings and looking around yourself, it wasn't a huge surprise to find he had driven to the beach - significant conversations had taken place while you looked out over the ocean, sometimes eating ice-cream, other times using the superior speakers in his car to introduce new songs to one another. Somehow, he was always drawn there, feeling better for just seeing how the waves were crashing onto the shoreline. You had joked that he had potentially been a surfer in a past life, the connection passed through to this lifetime.

"Hi baby." You said, brushing your fingers through your hair.

"So you stopped thinking about your essay, huh?"

"Yeah, leave it to some good ol' roadhead to clear my head."

He furrowed his brow as he looked at you, sucking on the end of his cigarette. "Roadhead?" He exhaled, his face disappearing behind the cloud of smoke briefly. "Did you just make that up?"

You shifted in your seat. "No, I swear I've read that somewhere before, or whatever…"

"I believe you." He said, still wearing that sceptical expression.

You turned your body around in your seat, facing him. You reached your hand out, resting it on his thigh again, as if you had forgotten that his dick was still out. "Was this your plan all along? You were waiting for my attention, because what you were really waiting for were my lips on your cock? But you had to get me out of the house, because that was the only way to make sure I didn't get distracted- was that your angle?"

His eyes had moved away from your face. "I'm sure that I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." He paused to take the final drag from his cigarette, stubbing it out in the car's built-in ashtray. "That wasn't my plan." He cleared his throat and made the adjustments, returning his dick to his underwear so that he could zip his jeans shut again. "I was thinking we could do some stargazing, the weather is perfect for it, wouldn't you say? I mean, what could be more relaxing than just staring up at the stars?" He opened his door and stepped a foot out. "Maybe we could talk, maybe we don't have to, maybe we just stare and…" He got out of the car, standing in the empty parking space of the headland. "Look at pretty stars and smoke 'til we don't have a single stress left in the world."

He shut the door and walked around to the front of the car, leaning against the bumper. You got out from your side, smelling the salty air. You stepped across the uneven ground, joining him.

"Stargazing?" You asked. You put your back to the car, placing your hands on the hood. You boosted yourself up and slid onto the warm metal. "'Cause we don't have stars at our house?"

"We do, we do." He said. "But it's different here, it's-

"-the energy." You joined him in finishing his sentence.

He took a pause, the rhythmic breaking of the waves filling this silence. He placed a new cigarette between his lips, shooting a non-threatening scowl in your direction as he lit up. "Why do you tease me so much?"

You smiled as you reached out, pushing your hand through his hair. You couldn't help but pull a little, completely uninterested in the beach view as your mind raced. "Because you're so sexy when you try to get all broody. You flare your nostrils and you clench this gorgeous jaw…" Your other hand went to his jawline, fingertips stroking. "... and if I get you annoyed enough, these cords on your neck stand out."

As you trailed your fingers down to his throat, he turned more of his body to face you. You had learned that his neck was a spot of high-sensitivity - it was a way to shift the mood, to make him switch into a more primal mindset. It awakened something in him and called him to action. There was never an innocent touch to his neck.

"And because you love me, even when I'm annoying. And especially when I'm…" You finished your sentence by swooping in and kissing his throat. "...doing this." You faced no opposition, kissing all over his skin.

He placed himself between your parted knees, leaning in and putting his hands down on the hood of his car, on either side of your butt. You put your hands up to his face, kissing him.

You moved your arms up, draping them around his neck as he teased his tongue against your lips. You let your jaw relax and soon you were tasting his cigarettes.

“I want you.” He said, his lips so close to yours as you interlaced your fingers at the base of his neck. “I want you so bad.”

You smiled, kissing him some more. “Do you need me to finish what I started in the car?”

“Uh-uh.” He said with a little shake of his head. He caressed your lower lip with his thumb, the incomplete lighting didn’t keep you from noticing the intensity in his eyes as they bore into yours. “I want to fuck you.” You felt a flutter in your cunt and you sucked the tip of his thumb between your lips. You were tempted by the thought of nibbling on it as your anticipation built. “Just because you were busy with your university shit, I wasn’t too busy to notice you…”

You continued to stare into his eyes as you sucked a little harder on his thumb, you thoroughly wet this digit by lifting your tongue to it. The roar of the waves was being championed by the way your heavy heartbeat thundered in your ears. It didn’t matter how long you had been together, when he started to talk dirty to you, it always became the most important thing in your world. You never tired of hearing it, you were thrilled to be the source of inspiration for such depravity. It dazzled you like a brand new diamond, the way that he reacted to you - favouring the sight of you to this beach view that a countless amount of postcards had been made to capture.

Even when you weren’t actively trying to arouse him, you could still achieve this. All that you needed to do was call yourself his, which had become as effortless as breathing.

“I’m always noticing you, cara. Even when you’re concentrating so hard, you still look so sexy. Nerdy, but so very sexy…” He said and you let your teeth rest against his thumb as you smiled. “And after watching you working on that homework all day long- all I could think was how much I just wanted to fuck you stupid.”

You tilted your head, pushing your lips further down on his thumb and sucking harder, in lieu of using any words to affirm your interests. It was more than just an eager flutter in your cunt now, there was so much heat pooling between your thighs. You rubbed your tongue along the length of his thumb, applying pressure as you stroked.

“No more staring at a word document for you, no more stressing about a word count because you’re not going to have a single thought left in your head.” He said, swooping down to press a kiss onto your cheek. “Once I start fucking you, you’re gonna be the dumbest little bimbo bitch ever. Do you like the sound of that?”

You took his thumb out of your mouth, releasing a shaky breath. “God, yes.”

“All that you’re gonna be thinking is- aren’t those stars so damn pretty? And yes, they are. But not as pretty as you’re gonna be when you’re coming for me.”

“Fucking Hell, Ethan.” You whimpered. You threw your arms around his shoulders, bringing his body closer to yours so that you could share a series of feverish kisses with him.

Your whole body felt scorching hot and you regretted putting on so many clothes before leaving home. The primal need inside of you was making you feel too warm for even the ocean breeze to cool you off.

He showed you a moment of gentleness, hesitating and looking at you. "Right here?"

"Fuck yes." You rushed to say.

He smiled a little, intrigued and pleased with your reaction. "Are you comfortable?"

"More comfortable than I'd be with those leather seats sticking to my ass." You said as you dove your hands in under the hem of his shirt, pushing them up his hot skin. “Besides, you said that you wanted me looking up at the stars.”

He kissed you again and you dragged your nails as you brought your hands back down, scraping his skin in the process. He gave your bottom lip an enticing suck as he started to work his arms free of his jacket. He dumped the item onto the ground and you kept your hands under his shirt, wrapping your arms around his firm midsection. His hands went to the fly of your jeans and you snaked your tongue into his mouth.

You were both breathless when you came apart, hands grabbing for each other’s clothing. He was trying to get your fly down as you picked up the bottom of his shirt, lifting this up. In something like a race, you got his shirt off and after getting your jeans open, he had returned the favour of removing your top. These garments were carelessly discarded and he got his own jeans open. A condom in its wrapper was produced from one of his pant pockets.

You lifted your ass from the sturdy metal to shimmy your pants down a little. He had pulled his erect dick out over the waistband of his underwear, moving the latex over his length. Your breathing was still coming in quickly as you admired how his torso looked in the moonlight, his muscles painted by the natural glow. The sight of this made your pussy ache, it made you hunger to scratch more.

He only had eyes for you, not taking even a fraction of a second to check your surroundings, instead putting his hands to your face as he moved in closer again. You weren’t sure that a horn honking would be enough to interrupt him - it might take a car crashing into his.

In lieu of this, he started to kiss you again. You wrapped both arms and your legs around him, indulging in this passionate embrace with no intention of holding yourself back.

“Fuck me stupid, Ethan.” You pleaded, clinging to him and letting your neediness shine through - unashamed because it had arrived with cause.

He hooked a finger into the crotch of your panties and pulled at the material, moving it off to the side and out of his way. You arched your back and he leaned his body weight into you. Feeling his cock pressed into you made you squirm and you relished his decision to keep you in your panties. It was a favourite of the moves that made up his repertoire. It could instantly make you feel dirty, independent of what his intentions were and you loved it every time.

Placing a hand underneath, he started to guide his dick toward your entrance. You held your hands to his back, gripping him harder as you felt him buying himself into your wet cunt. Your nails pressed against his skin as more of his shaft slid inside.

Your heart was fluttering, lifted into your throat as your eyes met. There were no words that needed to be shared as the two of you revelled in this secret embrace - hiding nothing from one another under the stars.

He kissed you deeply as your pussy walls eagerly clenched around his length. Your nails dug into him as your bodies began to rock together. Your tongue moved into his mouth with him moaning in response to how you massaged the roof of his mouth.

As he moved into a rhythm, his hands slid up to the centre of your back, seeking out the fixed clasp of your bra. He undid the hooks and you released your hands from his back, allowing him to drag the straps down from your shoulders. He grabbed the lingerie, placing this down on the hood of the car beside you.

Your breath left you with little moans when he broke the kiss. His mouth travelled downwards, he maintained the collisions of your hips, even as he lowered his head beneath your shoulders. His breath warmed your skin before you were feeling his lips as he started to apply kisses across your chest.

The muscles in your body tensed when he sucked one of your stiff nipples into his mouth. You rode these waves of pleasure, rolling your hips into him at a faster pace. He kept the hardened peak cradled between his lips, setting his jaw in place as he continued to suck.

He applied his teeth to your nipple and you threw your head back, choking back a sob. As he worked your nipple over with an intoxicating combination of his teeth grazing, his lips and tongue, you grabbed for him, your hands quickly tensing. You put your nails on him, dragging them over his bare flesh as you rode his dick faster-and-faster.

He lessened the distance between the two of you by putting his knee up on the hood of the car. Your time to recover between the strikes of his dick inside of you dwindled down, leaving you to face a greater feeling of pressure. It was taking you over and you applied your fingernails harder.

His lips released from your nipple, moving across to the other one as your sounds grew louder. Your bodies worked together, the perfect angle had been acquired so that you could faultlessly serve the merciless rhythm demanded by your passion.

“Daddy.” You whined as he playfully nibbled at your previously-ignored nipple. The pressure was building up in the bottom of your gut, it was unavoidable, swelling up to a bigger size with each passing second. You knew what this feeling was a precursor to, so you used the shorthand that you had developed over the course of your relationship. “God, I’m sah-so wet.”

He showed no trepidation in response to this revelation that you would soon be ejaculating. He jolted into you with more power, lifting himself so that more of his body could crash into yours. “Yeah? Are you gonna, all over Daddy’s car?”

“Yeah.” You whimpered through your body’s near-constant tremors.

You were feeling weak, your eyes fluttering open to show you the cloud-free sky. You writhed against him, shifting your hips so that his tip could glide right into your g-spot.

With a howl, you fell back, lying out on the car and spreading your legs even further. You tensed your thighs as you attempted to brace yourself with your hands on his waist. His unrelenting thrusts were sending you towards the edge of ruin, as he remained upright.

“Wet.” The word left your mouth in a shattered breath, your mind was going blank as you stared up at the inky black sky.

“Do you like those stars?” He asked, his voice husky as his pounding got you closer to breaking. “Are you ready to see more?”

Your hands gripped him tight enough that your fingernails were leaving indents. “Yes, guh-give it to- give it to me, Ethan.”

You guided your pussy along his shaft, your inner-walls spasming as you felt the climax dawning. Even when you shut your eyes, you were still seeing stars. They were twinkling, as your knees buckled and the pent-up heat from your cunt began to spill out.

The release began as a trickle, you could feel it on your very sensitive walls. But it got more intense, a rush of liquid as he continued to jerk into you.

You cried out with reckless abandon, not even slightly worried of who might be in earshot, as you reached the peak of your orgasm. You fell out of the tempo, losing your senses with no idea of how you might recover.

Even though it was all that you wanted to do, you couldn’t let your whole body go limp. His hands manipulated you as he firmly remained in control, and his lust hadn’t been fully spent yet. He kept bringing you onto his hard cock, faithful to the rhythm.

“You’re gonna stay on this cock, I’m not done with you.” He growled. “Let Daddy rearrange your guts some more.”

You were beyond words at this point, only nodding your head. The friction created by his grinding was incredible, the stimulations that he continued to inspire into your body kept you violently trembling.

“Yes, yes, oh fuckin’... fuck.” He croaked as he pummelled into you a few more times, chasing the brilliance of his climax.

Your name was offered into the vast openness all around you before he faded out. With tingles rushing your whole body, you began to acknowledge the sounds of the waves crashing onto the shore again.

You shuddered as he pulled out. You could hear him trying to catch his breath, but you were still too incapacitated to open your eyes and check what he was doing.

He had picked his clothes up from the ground and you were soon feeling the soft fabric of his T-shirt. He laid this over your torso, a small, makeshift blanket.

“Are you alright, cara?” He asked in a gentle voice.

"Yep, I'm great. What about you?" You asked.

Your body was tender as you started to slightly lift yourself up, coming back to reality. You saw that his dick was now gone from sight, his jeans had been pulled up. There was already a cigarette between his lips, ready to be lit.

"Pretty fuckin' great, too." He said, approaching the car again. He put his hands onto the hood and you let out a surprised laugh as he lifted himself up. "What?"

You watched him crawling closer to you. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean? I haven't gotten to do any stargazing yet. Did you not notice that my back was to the sky this whole time? I wanna look at some damn stars, too. So I figured we could stay here for a bit, smoke together and relax before we go home and shower."

You had no further questions, you simply readjusted your panties and accepted the cigarette that he offered to you. Each cigarette was lit and he laid down next to you, both of you choosing to overlook that your current spot wasn't the most comfortable option available to you. He placed his jacket over the two of you, his arm going around your shoulders and you leaned into him. The white smoke from your cigarettes curled up into the dark night.

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dnangelic · 26 days

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UNCHANGING IDEAL DRAMA CD POST

AWRIIIIIGHT so here's the big ole translation post of what i got from the brand new drama cd. there are 3 tracks, two longer (each around 20 min) and one short, (around 10, more or less a dramatized version of this particular 4 page manga chapter short,) making up three tracks, which i won't be uploading in their entirety to this blog or anything because this came out like literal just months ago. disclaimer that a lot of this is me going by ear with my fairly basic jp knowledge and being largely hand-held by machine translations, if anyone wants to type up a more accurate translation please feel free.

on that same note and while i'm talking about it, a real quick initial translation note that i consider important/useful before anything starts: the jp term for 'admiring,' 'aspiring,' and 'longing/yearning' (憧れるよ) can all be the same and are used interchangeably throughout the tracks, (compared to english which has very different inherent connotations,) so keep that in mind for understanding's sake!

also final disclaimer that this cd uses the anime cast, whereas my portrayals use the voices from the wink series, not the ones you'll find in here. i can't stand okiayu dark i'm an onosaka dark first n foremost awoijakfjlkgj okay enough about that let's go!!!!

TRACK 1.

< starts off with a generic heist(tm) for intro flare (25 years and canon dark is still homophobic awpoiadklj 😭) then skips to a schoolday. the track takes place during daisuke's bday, one year after his very first transformation, which would in fact make him 15 compared to 14 like he was at the veeery start of the series (and also where i'm writing him). out of the whole cast riku was the only one who didn't know it was his bday because daisuke never talked about it much, and it's also considered a special anniversary day because it's also the day of dark's reappearance.

< emiko has set out a warning card, to daisuke's chagrin and dark's own obliviousness. cue this funny little exchange:

daisuke: ahh, how did this happen?! hiwatari: you always seem so busy. dark: (whose fault is it always making me busier?) daisuke: hiwatari-kun's not...! (lit: 日渡くんじゃない) hiwatari: as long as somebody doesn't do anything, i won't have to get busy.

hiwatari continues to say that tonight's target isn't a hikari, but the product of 'those who yearn and obsess' over it. daisuke goes huhwhat to which hiwatari continues saying: 'when the emotion of longing is too strong, it can sometimes become a powerful curse and eat away at people's hearts.' he also tells dai that he wants dai to be careful 🥺

daisuke's a little late for the meet-up, (and dark takes the blow) but he and riku have a talk over things like their opinions over each other and wanting to get to know each other some more little by little. riku expresses how kind and gentle daisuke is that he'd even be nice to a 'bad person' like dark, and also brings up how daisuke always seemed tired and spaced out in the mornings (thanks to having to escape his mother's traps,) but riku would've never guessed that he was actually so strong and surprisingly a little cool. daisuke gets so happy that he starts to suddenly haul ass after thanking her and riku complains that he's always leaving right in the middle of important conversations.

with daisuke now lamenting that he almost transformed right in front of her, dark laughs and wonders what riku would think if he had. daisuke says that he'd definitely, definitely be hated, and risa shows up. daisuke gets scared wondering if she saw him transform, but dark says that it doesn't seem like she had, so things should be fine. he's still in daisuke's school clothes though, and risa comments on the fact--- daisuke sobs 'i knew it, we're out, dark!' before dark asks why she thinks he's dressed like this, then goes on and plays along with her guess of it being preparations for the heist - the museum for tonight's close to the school.

risa says that today's a special day for her too since it's the first day she fell in love with dark, to which he says that he thinks every day he meets with her is special. risa goes for a kiss and daisuke freaks out, forcing dark to say just kidding and see ya before she stops him one last time - she asks about dark's birthday, says nevermind, then says that she was happy to at least be able to convey her feelings on a day that was special to her. men with secrets are more attractive to her, and she's sorry for stopping him, but she promises to come see him and wishes him the best. daisuke transforms back, to which dark tells them to get moving so they can ask why emiko was interested in idea - the target artwork for the night.

TRACK 2.

dark asks if daisuke's ready - it's already been a year since they've been together, to which daisuke says that he feels weirdly self conscious when it's brought up. a year ago, he was told that if he stole the saint tears, his transformations would be cured, but in reality, he had to somehow make his first love come true.

dark laughs, saying daisuke's surprise was a masterpiece and that he misses it, to which daisuke comments again --- dark misses a year ago, even though his life's extremely long. dark says that even if a year was like the blink of an eye and someone's been around for a long time, they don't always stay in the public eye, and from the time a niwa turned 14 to the time their love bore fruit, he'd use his time. 'for the past 40 years, from grandpa to me, dark's been sleeping, huh? ' dark says that thanks to all the things happening with daisuke, the year's felt strangely long and he's starting to get nostalgic.

dark: (besides, you're by far the clumsiest of all the niwa in history.) daisuke: what's with that?!

the two laugh together; daisuke thinks it's a little weird to be talking about the past, and he was a little happy that even risa told him it was a special day. dark tells him to shut up and hurry up and get moving so they won't be late--- daisuke rushes off.

he apologizes to riku and everyone else for being kept waiting, and takeshi chides him calling him a dumbass, (leaving dark teasing him as one too,) but it couldn't be helped and was dark's fault anyways; he was busy preparing for his encounter with inspector saehara. takeshi's been staking out the place since school ended. riku does an amazing impression of risa fawning over dark, to which she snaps that of course she'd be lovesick, today was a special day! daisuke asks about hiwatari, who pops out saying he's right here--- causing everyone to jump and scream at the top of their lungs.

inside of daisuke, dark suggests hurrying up and running away early, but daisuke doesn't want to because it'd be suspicious. dark insists it'd be suspicious anyways, and it'd be trouble if hiwatari stayed here anyways. daisuke finally relents, and takeshi asks him what's up- he's even more absent-minded than usual, so daisuke says he's a little nervous and going to the bathroom. takeshi asks if he's got diarrhea (lmao) and risa calls him gross, while hiwatari only lets out a sigh. daisuke hides in some bushes and leaves his cover to wiz, who transforms into him while he transforms into dark. dark tells wiz to come back to him as soon as hiwatari leaves the group, and the heist is officially on.

inside the museum, hiwatari has appeared in front of idea as expected, and shouts for dark not to run. krad soon appears and begins to attack and pursue dark, saying that dark must want to settle things with him today- to which dark says that he had no interest in doing so and hadn't been the one to invite him out in the first place. daisuke and him start to fret; if krad's appeared, then hiwatari must be in a desperate situation today. krad, meanwhile, has been calling the artwork a fake and says he has no interest in it or its obsession. to him, the artwork is a piece of junk that has no value and should be destroyed.

dark dares him to try something if he can, and krad starts to destroy it, promising to destroy as many 'fakes' as they liked, until hiwatari starts holding him down from within --- the artwork's dangerous, and once broken, begins emitting a strange and magical light. daisuke tells dark to let go of it, and hiwatari curses that it's too late to fix it properly now. in the end daisuke ends up pulled away from dark and gets absorbed into the artwork alongside satoshi, who asks what the hell krad must have done, but not even krad had done anything. krad disses idea some more as an ugly artwork, but the fact there are no more interruptions makes everything juuuuust right- he attacks dark, who begs for daisuke to hurry up and exit the artwork already.

inside of idea, daisuke wakes up with hiwatari. he asks where he is, saying his surroundings feel like the inside of a kaleidoscope - hiwatari deduces that due to the mysterious light of idea, they were probably inside of it by now. the two of them were in fact separated and absorbed. hiwatari remarks on how calm daisuke is to which daisuke brightly replies that there's a good thing - (hiwatari:what is there good about this situation?!) since he isn't alone and hiwatari's with him, there's still something good about their circumstances. (hiwatari: you're being awfully optimistic.)

daisuke changes the topic to recall that hiwatari had told him something about this artwork in school, and asks if hiwatari knows anything about it. hiwatari explains that it's also a 'kind of seed of light',(hikari) and brings up a woman's eyes - 'this piece, named idea, was created with a longing for light.'(hikari) daisuke recalls hiwatari's earlier description: an admiration so strong it became a curse.

hiwatari concurs and elaborates: its creator longed for the hikari (light) and idea was the only one of those works that had survived, the closest to the original. the others were destroyed by the hikari, and hiwatari wonders if it wasn't krad who had actually done that. daisuke asks why only idea was spared, but hiwatari himself doesn't know why; even if it was approved of, it still would have been such a 'distorted' work. daisuke asks if that's how hiwatari himself feels, to which hiwatari asks what daisuke means. idea doesn't feel so bad to him: admiring someone and thinking they're amazing, isn't that a positive thing? he wants to believe that the inside of idea is something similar. hiwatari acknowledges that must be how daisuke feels, but for himself, it's too dazzling for him to look at.

hiwatari: please don't make that face. it's just a difference in perception. krad: that's right. it's a despicable thing for imperfections to be forgiven, hikari. and satoshi-sama, are you also cursed by the blood of light that makes you attracted to imperfect beings?

hiwatari immediately recognizes krad's appearance as a hallucination caused by idea, but the daisuke from before must have been real.

idea: where's niwa? is it real? is it fake? who decides what is what?

having been so suddenly separated from hiwatari, daisuke calls out for him- because hiwatari had disappeared so suddenly, he can only hope that hiwatari's okay. immediately after, daisuke's confronted by dark saying: ' i don't care about him, anything's fine, isn't it?!' daisuke's relief at dark's appearance is immediate, and he says that it's an emergency, but before he can continue, dark cuts him off and says he's going to get out of here and go home. daisuke insists that they find hiwatari before they do that, and dark asks why --- he's the enemy! wouldn't it be better to keep him locked up here? daisuke says he can't be the only one to get out; hiwatari had to still be somewhere around somewhere. if dark was getting out, then he'd have to go with daisuke.

dark: what the hell do we care about that hikari brat? daisuke: hiwatari's a very important friend to me! you know that! dark: he's a dear friend to you, but maybe he doesn't think so.

cut to hiwatari and krad .

krad: satoshi-sama, you want niwa daisuke, but is that the truth? satoshi: what? krad: isn't that boy too dazzling for you? admiration is something that is so dazzling that it's painful to look at. aren't those words the real truth? satoshi: you talk a lot for a fake.

cut to dark and daisuke.

dark: you've never heard hiwatari's real feelings before. so, he might be a fake friend. daisuke: it ... can't be like that. dark: how can you say that? daisuke: because i know. dark: what's that supposed to mean? you don't know anything about the hikari. how beautiful and fascinating the hikari artworks are, attracting people to the point of being violent and demonic. daisuke: ...yeah. i don't really understand anything about the hikari. dark: see? then-- daisuke: but! i know hiwatari-kun! and --- i know dark, too. dark: what do you mean? daisuke: you ... aren't dark. dark: --- ?! daisuke: it's true that dark dislikes hiwatari-kun, but he sees him as an individual, not as part of the hikari clan... at least in front of me. to be obsessed with the hikari's art, you must be... idea, right?

the fake dark transforms into idea, who calls daisuke quick to have noticed things and pretty smart despite only being a 'human niwa.' daisuke asks why he and hiwatari were absorbed into this place, but idea vents at him for only continuing to steal hikari artworks while his only goal was the hikari clan.

idea: shut up! you have the answer! i keep reaching out, but even if i do, i can't reach it! but even so, i still feel a burning desire to reach out, so i reach out again, but i still can't reach it! daisuke: ... idea: i admire the hikari's works and want to reach that height. do you understand the pain of being possessed by a desire and losing everything?!

switch to krad!

krad: that's right. you don't know anything. you are a special being, a member of the hikari family. you... hiwatari: yeah, i don't want to understand the lamentations of those who have given up and gave up trying. krad: correct. that nobility is what makes you so attractive, but at the same time, it makes you lonely. hiwatari: shut up! krad: that's why you don't try to understand others. at the same time... you are not understood by others. here... it's lonely. hiwatari: ngh... krad: that should have been fine for you before. not attached, not possessed, your heart never ached for others... hiwatari: ... krad: even though i've done so much for you, you just look away. hiwatari: you don't see me! krad: satoshi-sama's feelings are mistaken. hiwatari: shut up! what do you know? you don't know anything either! krad: you can't understand others, and you're not understood. you are, for eternity, lonely. hiwatari: i'm ... not lonely... !!

switch to daisuke.

daisuke: it's true that i don't understand you... how much you've yearned for the hikari and how much you've despaired, but... is yearning really just such a bad feeling? idea: what? daisuke: after i spent a year with dark, i started thinking, 'i wish i could be like dark...!' i don't know what i was thinking. idea: that's what i long for. a longing that can never be fulfilled and disappears into black despair! in the end, the shape of the work is like a crack. daisuke: --- but you know, i don't want to drown in admiration. the desire to become something and to know more about it, gives me the courage to take a step forward.

cue a flashback to riku saying that she was getting to know daisuke little by little.

daisuke: this is also about moving forward. if i move forward, the person i admire is waiting for me. that's what i believe.

cue another flashback of riku remembering seeing 'daisuke as dark for a moment.'

daisuke: i want to catch up with him someday. that's what i aspire for.

switch to krad.

krad: that feeling is usually comical and not beautiful, even though i and satoshi-sama are connected by a bond of fate. hiwatari: you ... krad: you are the giver. what else can you be? hiwatari: ... krad: he is in this idea, a tether that confines him forever. and you too will continue to watch here, forever suffering the pain of what you cannot obtain. you can only look at the artworks of the hikari. daisuke: don't be fooled, hiwatari-kun! hiwatari: niwa---?! krad: impossible! from where---?! daisuke: that isn't krad! you knew that, right?!

hiwatari agrees - although the tone is just like krad's, there's a crucial difference: he'd never give up on the kokuyoku.

hiwatari: show me you would never even think of locking me up to die in a piece of art like this... idea!

glass shattering sound fx, whatever was separating daisuke from hiwatari crumbles and daisuke says he's glad hiwatari isn't hurt. idea fumes, hiwatari begins to speak.

hiwatari: it's true that there's a dazzling admiration inside of me, but not everyone is crushed by it. the answer is not to become the same as your idol. you can just hold it close to your heart and use it as a guidepost, like a brother. daisuke: hiwatari-kun... hiwatari: first of all, i can't become a niwa. he's too soft-hearted. daisuke: ...eh? i-i don't know if i'm that good-natured ... hiwatari: yes. in fact, he wants to save this artwork without destroying it. am i wrong? daisuke: mhm... you're not wrong! idea: you're just rambling on and on! daisuke: hey, idea... why don't you let me steal you? idea: wh... what? hiwatari: it's not a bad suggestion. idea: what are you on about?! hiwatari: the reason the hikari ancestors didn't destroy idea was because there was a secret in its name. 'the maiden's eyes, idea.' that means the viewer. daisuke: the viewer... always following what they admire with their gaze. hiwatari: the hikari didn't tolerate imitators, but they did forgive the gaze that was fixed on them. idea: the light that had destroyed their brothers so much... that's how it should be, i'm sure, but ---! daisuke: the creator of you gave you that name with a wish in mind. hiwatari: "i want to continue watching these light-hearted works and admire them even after i die." idea: that... i didn't understand the meaning of my birth... daisuke: then... take a look with me! hiwatari-kun's feelings... the hikari's feelings! idea: why you steal... isn't that like a hikari's work? daisuke: yeah, that's right! hiwatari: what you said didn't sound bad. daisuke: but... is it okay? you'll be helping me steal it. hiwatari: as long as it isn't a hikari artwork, then there's no problem if i step back. idea: (laughs) it can't be... being stolen by a niwa! how do you like that?

daisuke: well then, looks like the deal's done! let's go back, hiwatari-kun. hiwatari: yeah. even so... your bottomless kindness--- daisuke: hm? hiwatari (whispering): i admire it.

^ ooooh that delivery was CRAZY thank you akira ishida HOLY MOLY!!! ZOOWEE!!!

TRACK 3.

cut back to krad and dark. the real ones this time! krad tells dark they're finally going to become one. dark says he doesn't give a shit about that and some glittery magic sound fx cue daisuke and satoshi's return to their respective angels within them --- dark says he was getting tired of waiting and daisuke begs dark to steal idea. dark says he doesn't know what happened while daisuke was inside the artwork, but that (idea) is the Great His (ore-sama's...) thing.

krad also welcomes satoshi back with an extremely formal greeting, (one reserved for partners) to which satoshi says it's dangerous for him to keep his eyes off of things. krad calmly calls it a conundrum, only, too bad for sato, "it's his time."

krad starts blasting, dark flies off towards the water while saying if the whole museum's destroyed there won't even be anything for him to steal, but he also tells daisuke to leave things to dark-sama when daisuke asks where they're trying to go. inside of krad, satoshi holds krad back to give dark an opportunity to attack- dark goes all phsew!!! and krad lets out dark's name at five thousand reverbeating decibels; maiden's eyes (idea) get. krad runs out of power, but dark's completely beat too- daisuke starts falling and lands in some water, while hiwatari says he was cushioned by some trees and soil. daisuke thanks him, and hiwatari says he was only paying back what he owed. daisuke looks for idea, but hiwatari says he doesn't have it anymore and that he dropped it somewhere.

risa and riku appear, with risa guiding everyone towards the crash and riku wondering what in the world they'd do if dark was really there. the two end up surprised to see daisuke and hiwatari together. while daisuke fumbles for an excuse, hiwatari speaks up to tell them that they both came all this way after chasing dark, but he had escaped at the very last moment.

risa: awww, it's such a shame! hiwatari: that's right, such a real shame. i'll catch him next time. daisuke: i-is that so?

riku gives daisuke a loooong stare then lets everything go - it's fine as long as daisuke's safe. plus, it's his birthay so she can give him a special pardon. since dark ran off, there was nothing left for everyone but to go home, only risa wants to keep searching just in case dark turns up. riku says no, it's getting late and cold, and hiwatari asks if they aren't forgetting someone? cut to takeshi sneezing all alone - everyone's left him, but he's still hoping to stake out the scoop, so hurry up, dark, no, dark-sama, and show up to give him the chance to take a picture! pl-ea-se!!!!!

cut to daisuke flopping into his bed. dark says their birthday flew by, but daisuke suddenly asks for the time, then sits right back up and starts doing something despite dark's concerns over his sleep --- daisuke ends ups finishing a picture of dark as a present from him, because it's their anniversary, as risa called it.

dark: daisuke... daisuke: how... is it? dark: pfft. no good! daisuke: ehhh?! ⤴⤴⤴ ngh, i don't know if it's because maybe it's not all that good, but --- dark: no, that's not it.

dark explains that he just doesn't want to receive any presents from men and daisuke asks what the heck that's supposed to be. dark'd be happy to get anything from a girl, but he won't be happy in the slightest if he gets something from a guy. daisuke pouts: he thought he'd celebrate dark's birthday, but that's enough! dark instead announces he's going to steal it, and daisuke asks what happened to not accepting presents from guys? dark says as a legendary phantom thief, treasures weren't given as presents, they were stolen --- daisuke says dark's not really being honest.

dark asks what the title of portrait is, and daisuke says that there isn't one, to which dark retorts that receiving an artwork with that kind of noise is a real turn off. he tells daisuke to call it something, to which daisuke thinks to call it his aspiration: dark hesitates, and daisuke asks if it's no good. dark calls him a huuuuuge softy for giving his picture a title like that and starts to laugh, to which daisuke says he's had enough--- he hates dark and he's going to bed! he falls asleep in a solid three seconds leaving dark to himself. he starts using daisuke's body while he's asleep, telling wiz to hush so that daisuke doesn't wake in the middle of anything. before daisuke, dark had never received a gift from the niwa before- this was the first time.

dark: "my aspiration," huh? (*clocktower ringing*) dark: the date's changed. i forgot to say it, but happy birthday, daisuke. a birthday is a day that tells us that time is definitely moving forward, and you're moving forward with aspirations in your heart. just like you admire me, i've often thought i wanted to have you. so maybe we're becoming the same. hey, daisuke... ... is it alright if i can be you?

#reference.#fav #AUGH #OKAY #I DID IT!#s/o to keikotwins/lys for giving me the mp3s in the first place #im giving back to society....#I like idea’s true art name and the whole eyes seeking light/being blind by aspirations bit. clever!!

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rosen-dovecote · 2 months

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Ah, yay. Gastroparesis flair because of Pizza, my beloved! (Sarcasm)

ETA4, because apparently it needs to be said for some fucked up reason: Eating Disorder blogs don't fucking interact with my Gastritis posts ???

I had way too much pizza for dinner tonight, and now I'm back up at 12:30 am (now 1, at the time I'm making this post) because my stomach's incredibly inflamed; more so than it's been in a long time, to the point where I have a knot under my sternum again, and I'm not entirely sure if I'm going to have to vomit or not in order to feel better (which I haven't had to do since shortly before I finally stabilized on the Metoclopramide).

I've taken another round of Meto. Now I'm going to drink some Black Tea and see if that helps calm my stomach down like it usually does. If not, it's going to have to come out, and I'm going to have to take a sucralfate. Fingers crossed I don't have to do that, though. I'd love to avoid it if I can.

God, Gastroparesis is the devil.

ETA: The Tea isn't helping. I need to get the food out. My stomach's too irritated at this point, and it's not digesting it anymore.

Unfortunately I just realized I'm not even going to be able to throw up, because I threw away the toothbrush I use to help, finally. Because after 2 years of finally being safe and no longer having any flairs, I thought I finally wouldn't need it anymore. The electronic toothbrush I use now won't work, but I also can't force it with my fingers either; hell, I had a hard enough time with the original toothbrush as it was 😫

So now I get to just ... Sit here and be in severe pain because my food has irritated my stomach to the point it's stopped digesting entirely, again, and it's just ... Rotting in there. And I can't do anything about it this time; shouldn't've thrown it away, apparently.

Probably for the better, though, considering towards the end, when we were finally figuring out it was Gastroparesis, vomiting it out was starting to give me severe chest pain that'd last for hours. that's kind of the last thing I need with a potential heart condition being investigated at the moment. But God do I hurt so freaking bad right now. I hate this stupid condition so much.

ETA2: It's been nearly 3 hours and I'm still in so much pain. Not only in regards to still having the knot in my chest, but now having continuous chest pain, too. And none of the Tea in the world is helping me. If anything, it just keeps getting even worse ... It hasn't been this bad in a long time, and dislike this so much; it'd be so much easier if I could just get it all out, take a sucralfate, and go back to sleep.

ETA3: Hours later, at nearly 4:30, I finally gave up and went ahead and used the electric toothbrush to just get it out- and as expected, it was way too big. But I had no other choice. I couldn't handle it anymore. My throat is bleeding now, and I haven't been in this much pain in ages.

What was the problem? A giant chunk of Peperoni just stuck to the bottom of my stomach ... I never want to do that again. And now I'm going to take a Sucralfate, finally, and finish crying, eat a Ginger Chew, and drink a cup of Cardamom Green Tea.

#Trigger Warning: Vomiting #Personal #2024 #Health & Fitness #Gastroparesis #Actually Disabled

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larabiatasstuff · 1 year

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Could you please write something with older Daniel where he has a date night with reader and takes them to meet his kids? And he just comforts reader because they’re so nervous etc.

So we have a premiere on this blog😁 Thank you for your request anon 🖤 It's the first time writing for Daniel but I try my best for you. 🙏 I hope you like it ☺️

I was in the break room having lunch with my coworker Sara, it was Friday and it was the night I would have a date with Daniel. We were seeing each other for a while now and I had the feeling that it was getting pretty serious. "So any plans for tonight?" She asked "Umm yeah I have a date with Danny again. It's the first time we meet at his house so... " "Oohhh it's getting pretty serious huh? Did you meet his kids yet?" "Not yet. But I'm afraid I can't avoid that much longer. Well, I gotta go Sara have a nice weekend." "See you on Monday and I want details! " she yelled after me. I checked my phone on the way to my desk and noticed that I had a message from Danny "Can't wait to see you tonight. I pick you up at seven.Have to sell a few cars first. ;) " He was so cute, just reading this message gave me butterflies. "Same here. Just came back from lunch and now on my way to save the world by answering emails. See you later Danny." the rest of the day was quiet, even my boss was in a really good mood today. After I finished work I drove home went into the shower and started staring at my wardrobe. I absolutely had no idea what to wear but after thirty minutes of throwing clothes on my bed I decided to wear a red summer dress. I just did a light make up and let my hair fall loose over my shoulders. I checked myself in the mirror for the last time before the doorbell rang. I took a deep breath and opened. Danny was standing there with a wide smile. "Wow Y/N you look stunning. I actually feel a little underdressed now." he gave me a soft kiss and we went to his car. "I have to tell you something before we go." he said. "Okay and what would that be?" "Sam and Anthony are at home, they wanted to go to a concert but that got canceled and I was thinking maybe it's a good opportunity for you to meet each other." My heart immediately started beating faster. "Danny do you think that's a good idea? I mean I'm not prepared and... and what if they don't like me? I don't want to mess that up. " I was just seconds away from a panic attack now but then I felt him taking my hands in his "Hey, hey Y/N try to breathe slowly for me okay? Nice and slow just like that. Listen there is no need to be nervous or worried Y/N, I already had a talk with them and they're pretty excited about meeting you. They see how happy you make me and how much you mean to me. Trust me they will love you as much as I do. Look at me. " I did as he said and looked in his beautiful brown eyes." I won't urge you to do something you don't want but I love you and I want you to be part of my family. " his words almost brought tears to my eyes." I, I love you too Danny. I'm sorry I think I just freaked out because I never was in such a serious relationship before but I would love to meet your kids." he gave me the biggest smile and pulled me into a wonderful and sensual kiss. "Are you ready?" he asked and I just nodded.Then we drove to his house and as soon as we entered the house we got greeted by Sam and Anthony who had already set the table outside. All my worries were immediately gone and we spent a really nice evening with talking and getting to know each other.

#ralph macchio #daniel larusso #daniel larusso x reader

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therealms-number1angirl · 4 months

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The Demon King Chapters 7-11

05/26/24

Chapter Seven:

Both Han and Raisa having to deal with "oh, no, my best friend grew up and got hot" is actually hilarious.

And then she does the same with her own son 😖

Something, something, the garden turning into Raisa and Amon's spot to Raisa and Han's spot, something, something

Amon is such a dork, I wish this part of him lasted longer 🤧

I feel so bad for her. All she's ever wanted was a FRIEND 😭 (remembering what happens in that same garden about a year later 🤧)

The Byrnes are so smart, if only people (marianna) listened

Oh, sweetie...

If you follow my blog, you're probably aware that I am NOT a raimon fan. And this is one of the reasons why they didn't work and why they will NEVER work. He'll always view her as his superior in a way, and she'll always be able to pull rank on him, just as he accused her of doing even at Oden's Ford. It's their dynamic, and it's the way of their friendship, but it doesn't make for a healthy romance.

Raisa, go girl, do ur thing 🤭

It's funny that Raisa became much more enjoyable as a character to me the first time around when she was able to make a few of her own choices. She got to taste freedom for the first time, and it helped her grow up.

Hanson, your time is coming 🤭

Chapter Eight:

HOW DARE CINDA WRITE THIS WHEN SHE ALREADY KNEW THE ENDING 😤

Also, he was such a girl dad already, i can't 😭

FIRST JEMSON APPEARANCE!!!

don't think about flamecaster, don't think about (how jemson outlives han bc history repeated itself) flamecaster, don't think about flamecaster-- MAKER HELP ME, CINDA WHHHYYYY???

Do you think that she ended up not going that route so that the parallels between hanalea/alger and raisa/han wouldn't be SUPER obvious?

Everyone still thinking that Han is streetlord 🤦‍♀️ poor cat, my girl never gets her accolades.

AMON!!!

Their friendship means a lot to me, okay?

Chapter Nine:

Another Vega mention, another "fufufufufufufufuf--" note <3

Raisa's family is so complicated, she's being pulled in every which direction, my poor baby girl 🤧

Genuine question, is a mother guilting you about the fact that they will one day die NOT a normal conversation topic?

Does everybody's moms suck in this world? Except for dancer's ofc... like, raisa really was just doing the best she could with the examples that she had.

Just learned that cennestre apparently means 'mother'? ELENA DOES NOT DESERVE THAT TITLE!

Nobody is on my girl's side, WHERE IS HANSON ALISTER WHEN YOU NEED HIM???

Chapter Ten:

Okay, so I will admit that when I read Chapter Ten six years ago, I had been starting to get worried that i had misread the point of the story, and raisa and han weren't going to be romantic pair. and i do remember thinking that if raimon was all i was going to get, it would be okay... dear, maker, am i glad that that did not turn out to be the case <3

I wrote a rain fanfic with this exact premise 😭

Another reason raimon doesn't work romantically is Amon's first priority is to the line, not the specific queen. Yes, he cares for raisa, but he won't let that win out on his sense of duty, even back when he was just a corporal.

RAISA HEARING ABOUT HER FUTURE HUSBAND 🤭 (yes, i really am that desperate for rain crumbs, how did you know?)

Chapter Eleven:

I FORGOT THAT WILLO WAS IN THIS CHAPTER OMG 😭

Was Dancer trying to use wizard healing on Han? Was that the vibe i was getting here?

well... that part wasn't... totally false...

Wait a minute, was this on purpose?

There's something very special about this relationship too, okay?

DON'T WORRY, JEMSON, HE GETS THERE!!!

OFC SHE DOES, SHE RAISED THAT BOY 👏

pausing tonight, bc the next few chapters are my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE, and i can only post a limited amount of photos per post.

#the seven realms #seven realms reread #seven realms #han alister #raisa ana'marianna #amon byrne #marianna ana'lissa #elena cennestre #elena cennestre salt #mari alister #micah bayar #the demon king

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gotham-daydreams · 1 year

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I'M ABSOUTELY SCREAMING AT THE SNEAK PEEK THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR SHARING AJSDLKFJASLKFJDASKLFJSDA

no because like this series is one of my hyperfixations atm and I keep coming back to reread Not Tonight and Not Here and linger on the blog and the sneak peek was so good!!! the anxiety and anticipation all bubbling together in my chest like some sort of sick halloween cocktail (in the best possible way)!!! The inner monologue about just taking advantage of the moment!! The realization of who's at the door!!! the anxiety of the whole city as something is wrong!!! Its so so so so so good thank you so much for giving us a teaser!!!! I can't wait for the next chapter!!!! (but also this isn't me trying to rush you please by all means take as much time as you need! If you waited until 2025 to post chapter three I would still be over the moon!)

I'm so glad!!!

I think the additions will also be nice for those who have read both the teaser and the official post when it comes out, so what you read there isn't just a whole copy and paste of what I've actually written. And you get a bit of insight into how that character feels in that moment, even if I didn't add it.

Though seeing how far along I am- I might post a second teaser when I'm almost finished, since the first half and the second-ish half are pretty different? With the second part being where the real angst kicks in- which if I do it right, may arguably be the heaviest ansgt moment of the series?? Which I only say that since- y'know, it's a direct face-to-face, in person kind of deal. (I wouldn't get my hopes up too high only because that's if I do it correctly. And I also don't want to disappoint you guys or anything, y'know?) Though I also might not, since I don't want to ruin or spoil the biggest part of the chapter- but again, that's if I pull it off.

We'll see- it depends! But I'm excited to give you guys the next part as well!!! And no worries, I won't be taking that long!

Even if I'm not exactly half way there (which, to be fair, it is a little difficult for me to determine where the half way point is since I've kind of 'divided' Part 3 into like, 7 parts????(with 3 of them already being done, and I'm working on the 4th bit right now.)), I'm almost to what I consider to be the biggest part of the chapter, since it's important, and where the angst really comes in. So we're getting there! And we'll see how long Part 3 ends up being as well from there.

Regardless, I'm happy you enjoyed and are so excited!!! Again, I'm excited myself to post the 3rd part, but that'll have to wait a lil bit longer. Though hopefully not too much longer!

#talking daydreams #no but really i'm super excited as well!#i hope i can pull this off but we'll have to see #the worst that can happen is that everyone is too ooc and the angst flops big time #but i'm just not going to think about that :]#not right now anyway-

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Hellooo, here I am again, after all, you said I could bother you all I want with my random trivia that I have in the middle of the night so I will 😃 (Stop encouraging me if you don't I take it seriously and I won't stop anymore)

Just for the record, I read the fics and loved every one of them. Unfortunately I made up reading The Notion of Loss and re-read Till death do us part for the tenth time (that damn ending always kills me, you will pay for every tear shed 😡) that same night with a heart-wrenching soundtrack and it was the holy trinity that I I could sleep covered in my tears tonight. I force myself to suffer, I know, but... If I don't, who will? 😔

My question for today is something I'm pretty sure you've been asked before, but it doesn't hurt to try, does it? Could you talk about some of your favorite headcanons for a specific character or in general? (And if something has already been discussed here, could you name others, please?🥲) I know it's something that's already been used, but I really like it when the fandom comes together to believe in something collectively in a way that feels like the cartoon itself has already confirmed (CN would never give us that satisfaction, so what we have left is to hunt for our own survival)

By the way, what you said about not being able to leave the fandom is something that I think is very real to almost everyone inside. I really use the community as a place of comfort to hide from real life problems or even spend hours looking at random things like trivia or fan headcanons (Main reason for asking) and I think now I couldn't get out of something that it's already become a routine for me in some way, or even watching random videos and never remembering my comfort characters again, but anyway, just any outburst from someone who is going through a similar situation! 😊

About the new job and the delays...don't worry so much, we all take our time to adjust and for some it may take longer than for others! I think adapting is part of growing up and maturing and I know that there will come a time when you will feel stable enough to be able to focus your head on interesting new stories and plots, or writing bit by bit, I don't really know, I just know that with time everything will settle down and I'm sure that when you release a story or one-short again it will be amazing just because of your writing and plot that never disappoints. Well that was it, take your time, however long it is, and your 'comeback' in writing when you feel up to writing again and I will definitely be here to read everything from my favorite writer in the community!!!💗

Notes :

-Slightly jaded speech, I know, but I really hope that some of this text makes you feel somehow better ♡

-I know I write a lot, it's just that I get a little overexcited having someone to respond to the idiotic questions of the hysterical teenager that lives inside me 😔

- Any mistakes are just a coincidence that I know almost nothing of this language 😀 (If it's not readable I'll cry)

- The emoji thing was real.

aw thank you :))) your continued confidence in me is so kind. I hope I find time to write something soon. Anything, really! I miss writing and want to continue practicing. Also, I'm super happy that you read the fic recommendations. There are some crazy talented people in this fandom who have taken the time to write incredible stories. There are a thousand more out there, and I know some people I follow collect lists of fics, so if you want more, I'd sneak a look at some people's pinned posts. Pinned posts are sometimes the only way I find fics haha

To you're actual question, I have a lot of headcanons throughout my blog. Some are tagged, and some are not. Honestly, I couldn't remember my headcanon tags now! For the sake of not repeating myself too much, I'll give you three h/cs for the three girls :)

Bloss:

Follows rules until she no longer agrees with the rules, and then she makes new ones. Despite what people may think, Blossom isn't so caught up in the technicalities of right and wrong. She doesn't think black and white but is morally gray. She knows what right is, and she does what she needs to do to accomplish it, and sometimes that means choosing the lesser of the two evils and breaking a few rules.

Related to the top one, she has classic leader-martyr syndrome, but as she gets older, she burns out. I think it would be interesting if once she burns out, instead of quitting, she falls to second-in-command and pushes Buttercup to take over, but eventually has to take it back because of her ability to make hard sacrifices that BC lacks, and they both know it. Compared to Blossom, Buttercup is too overly-protective to make hard decisions.

Bad cheesy jokes and puns. She is not funny. No one thinks she's funny. She thinks she is, though, and believes her pep talks can move mountains (they cannot).

Butters:

Like I said, overly protective. When Blossom plays martyr, BC's there to catch her. Her over-protectiveness/toughness leads people to think she's intimidating and standoffish, but in truth, she's also the shyest sister. So, it's hard for her to make friends, but once she's your friend, you've got a ride-or-die for life. Despite how often she complains about things/people, she doesn't give up on others.

I also love her as a classic dude-bro. She loves watching sports, tracking sports statistics, and playing them. I don't think she'd be able to play on teams with normal humans, but given how many mutants pop up in Townsville, I headcanon there are superpowered teams, and she's in at least three of them. Idk which sports exactly, but 100% of the time, one of them is Roller derby.

In the show, she was prone to acts of aggression. I'd like to believe that when she grows up, she's mellowed out a great deal, but she's not at all cool like she hopes she is. If you're her friend, she's nosy, loud, and 100% in your business. If a doorknob pulls out her earbuds, she's 100% punching a hole in the door. Like, she's mellowed out, but she's "spice" for a reason.

Bubbles:

Blossom and Buttercup have 99 problems, and Bubbles is the cause of all of them :)) <3 she's a whirlwind of chaos and is always involved in some kind of shenanigans, which her sisters inevitably have to clean up. For all the problems she causes, she creates an equal amount of solutions. Things tend to work out for her. (I usually h/c Boomer as the same, but shit doesn't work out as well for him).

Her love life is dismal. There isn't much else to say. She's a girl who very much wants to fall in love, but she is not lucky with it. She doesn't understand that Blossom and Buttercup scare off 99.9% of all suitors. Down the line, this is a problem because she begins to think she's the problem, so Blossom and Buttercup have to bully people into dating her.

A nature nut, a cheerleader, a seamstress, a dog walker, a pet talker, and a lawncare enthusiast, she'd definitely be the jack of all trades in the family. She has more hobbies than she could ever keep up with, but she does just fine. Blossom might seem like the busy one, but Bubbles is more so. Unfortunately, unlike Blossom, she's horrible at keeping organized. Given all her odd skill sets, out of the three sisters, she's the most eccentric (and superstitious, but that's another h/c lol).

I hope these spark some interest!! I feel like these are pretty in line with my prior h/cs. I don't deviate from my characterizations of them often lolol

#anon asks #thank you thank you thank you 🙏#anon if you have a prompt/request for a short one shot #lemme kno #maybe that'd get me back into writing things!#who knows worth a shot tho right?#long post

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