#i wonder how much of it had to do w it being a bad translation (i can only assume given that it's very blunt language)

[schalotte]

just finished a really bad horror novel <3

[yelenasdiary]

okay. i don’t send requests but i do talk to you a lot but i was wondering if i could request a wandanat comfort fic of just being worried about everything (and i mean everything) like every bad thing will happen. and r sees something on social media and digs deeper and freaks out even more

if you aren’t comfortable with this just delete it amd move on 🫶

Little Worry Pot

Pairing: WandaNat x GN! Reader

Summary: Wanda & Nat come home to find you stressing out. 

Tiny Angst, Fluff

Warnings: None, I don’t think? | 1.1K

Translations: Detka (baby),

AC: I hope it’s okay I used a personal experience for this! I used to get myself so worked up things like this, thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy! x 

When Nat and Wanda came home, Wanda’s first chore was drying the soaked umbrellas before putting them away. The TV was left on, the local afternoon news report giving a weather update that both women ignored. Nat quietly went upstairs and knocked softly on the bedroom door before entering. She expected to see you taking a nap but instead, she saw the bed frame. 

“Wands!” Natasha called out before she wandered over to the ensuite bathroom. 

“Yeah?” Wanda called back. 

Slowly, Nat opened the bathroom door to an unexpected sight. There you were, in the bathtub with the mattress from the bed covering you. “Detka?” Nat questioned with a confused look, standing in the doorway. 

“Huh? Oh, Hey!” You peeped your head out from under the mattress with a slightly crazed smile. 

Nat did her best to bite back the chuckle she wanted to let out, “W-what, uh, what is this?” She asked just as Wanda entered the bedroom. 

“Did you guys not see the weather warning? I thought that’s why you guys were late home” you replied, slightly confused as to why your girlfriends weren’t worried about the worrying warnings you had read on Twitter before turning on the TV. 

“Darling, it’s just a thunderstorm” the red head did her best to assure you. Wanda stood beside her, looking at you with the same confused look that Natasha had. “My love, did you do that thing again where you dig deeper into a headline and scare yourself?” She asked. Your eyes shifted to Wanda, “no, I promise! This is serious! We could get a hurricane warning at any moment! You both should get in here, come on!” You replied, shifting in the bathtub to make room for your girlfriends. 

Wanda lightly chuckled, “you’re too adorable, but sweetheart, we live in New York City. We are more likely to get a hurricane than a tornado” 

Natasha gently nudged the brunette, “probably not a good idea to say that” she whispered. 

“Well, don’t just stand there! Get in!! A hurricane is much bigger than a tornado, please just get in the tub!” You begged. Natasha wandered over to you and kneeled down to meet your eyes, “how long did you spend online researching tornados?” She asked. Your eyes dropped slightly, a loud crack of thunder making you jump slightly. “A couple of hours” you admit. 

“And what is the rule we have when you start researching things?” 

“To stop when I start to stress myself out” 

Nat smiled softly and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “this is just the same old thunderstorm we usually have” she reminded you. “B-but all the signs were there” you added, looking into her eyes. Gently, she cupped your cheek and stroked your skin softly with her thumb, “I promise you detka, if there was going to be hurricane, you would be the first person we kept safe. We would never let anything bad happen to you, ever.” Natasha assured you, not breaking eye contact. 

“Do you mean that?” You asked, just wanting to be completely sure. 

Wanda smiled softly as she kneeled down next to Natasha, “would it make you feel better if we sat down and came up with a safety plan in case such a thing were to happen?” She asked in a comforting tone. You nodded slowly, “I think that would be a good idea” you replied, pushing the mattress up. Nat helped you out of the tub before Wanda took you by the hand gently and took you into the kitchen.

She made you a hot chocolate as you sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen, listening to the rain hitting the roof while you twirled your thumbs around one another to try and ease your thoughts. “Honey, it’s okay” Wanda said softly, your eyes looking up at her, “we all have fears” she added, knowing what you were thinking. 

“Yeah but you and Nat don’t go crazy and convince yourself something bad is going to happen” you sighed. 

“That doesn’t mean we don’t think about it” the brunette replied. “Anytime we have to go on a mission without you, we worry so much about your safety. Even if you are with us, we can’t stop the millions of thoughts of ‘what ifs’ we just have different ways of dealing with them” she adds. 

You took a small sip of your hot chocolate as you listened to her words just before Natasha joined you both, taking a seat next to you. “Wands is right detka but let me tell something I’ve never shared with anybody before” she says. Wanda slightly tilted her head in confusion, her mind racking for what Nat could possibly be talking about. 

“Never? With anybody?” You looked at the red head. 

“Not a single soul” Nat assures you. 

“I’m curious” Wanda adds making Nat chuckle lightly. “Well, I have a massive fear of a mouse plage. Anytime I see a mouse, my mind goes to the thought of a plage” your girlfriend confesses. Your eyes slightly shifted to Wanda then back to Nat, “hey, unless you have seen the videos I’ve seen, don’t judge!” Nat quickly inserts herself. 

“Oh, I wasn’t judging Natty” you smiled ever so softly, “I’m just a little amused that tiny little mouses are your biggest fear” you added. 

“Just a heads up, I wouldn’t go into the garage, I think I saw a mouse in there the other day” Wanda teases, causing both you and her to chuckle. Nat didn’t take any offense to the little teasing that was just thrown at her, she got to see your smile once more and that made confessing her fear worth it. “Well, if I see it, it’s dead” Nat commented, chuckling along with you and Wanda. 

“Since we’re on the topic, I should confess that I have arachibutyrophobia and claustrophobia” Wanda says. Natasha slightly frowns, “you have a fear of having peanut butter stuck to the roof of your mouth? But you eat my sandwiches?” She asks. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing thinking about all the times Wanda pretended to eat a peanut butter sandwich and instead would use her magic to make it disappear.

“That’s what you think” Wanda smirked, then it hit Nat, “oh come on! I could’ve eaten them!” She replied. “I didn’t want to hurt your feels, I am sure your peanut butter sandwiches are amazing!” Wanda commented. 

Hearing both of your girlfriends open up to you about stuff you honestly never knew, really helped ease the worries you had given yourself. Going from being scared to worried that your partners would be tired of you doing this to yourself to being here and helping you, really showed you how much they love you. The kitchen was filled with light bickering and laughter before the three of you decided to go out for pizza for dinner.

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

part 6 of 🌧️welcome to hell🌧️

summary - demons lingered in the back of your mind, causing you to think you aren't good enough and it doesn't help that steve is ignoring you.

warning - bad thoughts, self-hate, mentions of cheating, angst, barely eating, emotionally drained, feeling like you aren't good enough.

the gif I use isn't mine, headers by me.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 7

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

What if you and Steve were meant to part ways, only so that you could find each other again. What if you were destined for each other? But instead of being together now, you both needed to grow separately, and soon the two of you would meet again in the coming years when you were both ready.

You didn’t know who you were anymore. You were no longer the person you were before you met Johnny, and you weren’t exactly who you were when you were with him. You felt stuck and horrible. You hadn’t gotten better after the divorce, not even when Steve entered your life. 

Somehow, you lit up his darkness and he silenced your mind. Around him, you felt as though you could finally breathe. But why couldn’t you relax?

Your eyes fluttered open as you woke from your slumber and you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a few weeks since you bumped into Steve and you wondered if you had done something wrong.

Steve helped you with your bags, placing them on your kitchen counter before he turned and looked around your place with a smile, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets. “You have a nice place, it suits you.” God, why could you two stare at each other and feel so connected, but then so awkward when trying to find something to talk about. 

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to help me.” You gesture towards the bags before you begin to unpack them, hoping that the cold products haven't warmed too much. 

Steve waves you off. “I didn’t mind. Like I said, I wanted to help.” It felt so natural as he began to unpack the other bag, like this was your routine. The two of you moved so gracefully, like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into its spot as you moved around the kitchen, putting things away.

Once you finished, your eyes locked onto Steve’s as he leant against the counter. “W–Would you like something to drink? Or eat?” You watched his eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. 

“Water, please.” Did his voice get deeper? You felt like you could drop at any second with how he looked at you. You moved quickly, hands shaking slightly as you filled up a glass before handing it over to him. Steve grabs it gently from you, his fingers brushing against yours and sparks erupt at the touch, causing a soft gasp to escape you. “Thank you.” 

You watched him drink, how could such a normal thing look so hot and sinful when he did it? His eyes never left yours, but yours left his when he moved the glass away from his mouth. You watched his tongue flick out as he collected the water that glistened against his lips. This felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. 

You blink and clear your throat, quickly moving away from him before you do something you may regret. Steve moves over to the sink, washing the glass for you before putting it away. Your mouth hangs open slightly, not even Johnny did that. You would always have to clean up after him. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stop comparing the two! 

But they look so alike… You can’t help but think. It was strange.

You shake your head from your thoughts as Steve touches your shoulder gently. “Are you okay?” 

You hum. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You felt like you were suffocating, like this was all a dream. If this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake from it. You let out a shuddering breath as you stare into Steve’s eyes, you could see concern swirling around. “I’m okay. I just got lost in my thoughts.”

Steve nods as if he understands, and the weirdest thing was that every thought seemed to disappear as his hand brushed against your hip. Neither of you could deny the pull, and it scared the hell out of you.

You barely knew Steve, and yet you felt so safe with him. You nearly cried as he pulled away, stepping back, his hand now falling to his side. His phone didn’t go off, but he pulled it out. “I have to go, my friend messaged me.” He gestured to his phone, and you felt your heart sink. Maybe it was inevitable, maybe deep down all men really were the same. Be it in friend, brother, father, or lover form. It was a curse that no woman could seem to break. “It was lovely to see you again, and if you ever need me. I’m right across from you.” He gave a smile so fake that you wanted to believe it to be real. And then he left, leaving you to stand there as your thoughts crashed into you. 

You blink tiredly from the memory. 

Maybe he got scared as well. Maybe he had his own demons, one in the form of an ex. Your chest tightened at the thought of him with someone else, and then you sighed.

He’s not yours, idiot. He never will be, so stop being so pathetic. 

You groan, your thoughts have become meaner lately. You slide out of bed and head over to your closet, scratching your head as you stare at your clothes. Your lip turns as you don’t like anything you see, maybe this would be a good time to have a day to yourself. Well, technically everyday now is to yourself because you left your husband after catching him fucking your best friend.

Your nose scrunches as the image of them fucking pops up into your head. They were your own demons that would possibly forever haunt you. 

You grab some jeans, a plain black shirt and underwear before heading into your bathroom. As you place your things down onto the bathroom counter, your eyes catch your reflection, and it was like death was staring back at you. It seemed the physical toll had slipped from your attention, you had thought you were doing okay aside from the nasty thoughts. Sure, you didn’t eat as often, but it wasn’t because you were starving yourself. You just hadn’t been as hungry, anytime you would go to eat, those two would pop up into your head and your appetite would disappear.

You stripped before slipping under the water. Now you understood why Steve would avoid you like the plague whenever you bumped into him in the hallway. 

You hated this stupid pull that you kept feeling, it was like a constant tugging. It kept trying to pull you in the direction of Steve, like somehow it knew he was close and craved him to be near you. You wished you could grab some scissors and cut the cord that was attaching you to him. Maybe then he could be free of you, free of the burden you seemed to carry. 

You shoved your head underwater, wanting these thoughts to disappear. Maybe taking you along with them. You stand under the shower for a bit longer before slowly getting out and drying yourself off. You don’t dare look in the mirror in fear of what you would see. You hurriedly dress yourself and walk out of the room, grabbing your shoes and bag.

As you exit your apartment, you are met with Steve leaving his. Your eyes widen for a split second before you quickly look down and walk away, not caring that you didn’t lock your door. You didn’t want to burden him with your presence. When you’ve made quite a distance between the two of you, you let out a deep sigh. 

Was this how it was going to be for you? Forever cursed from love and happiness?

You were going to be okay. You had to be.

Steve watched with a saddened look as you walked away. He knew he was being an arse, he didn’t mean to, really. It was just that anytime he was around you, or thinking about you, he would feel this intense feeling wash over him. Steve had felt those feelings the first time he bumped into you and then the second two years later. He was scared, scared that he may end up hurting you. Of course, he didn’t know he was already doing that. 

You walked through the doors of a local second-hand shop, a place you generally enjoyed shopping at. You head straight towards the clothing section, beginning to flick through. 

“Wanda! Did I tell you the news about Steve?” Without meaning to, your ears perk up at the name. You knew it could be a possibility that it was another Steve, but subconsciously you listened in. 

You had heard that voice before, though. You just didn’t know where from…

“No, what about him?” You pick out a few pieces of clothing as you listen in. 

“He finally found someone! He met her once before, but they ran into each other again!” A tug at your heart, even though the person might not be your Steve. “He constantly spoke about her even when he didn’t even know her, now that has doubled. You remember right?” 

The other woman hums. “Oh yeah, isn’t that why everyone teases him?” 

You round the corner, eyes widening a bit when you spot the woman talking. She was the same one from when you had bumped into Steve the first time. Your heart tugs like crazy because you knew this couldn’t be you, they were talking about. Steve had been ignoring you, so why would he talk about you to his friends? 

Natasha looks up as she’s about to reply and you immediately look down, pretending you are looking through the clothes in your arms. You don’t see her nudge the woman next to her, gesturing to you or the fact that they are now approaching until it’s too late.

“Hi. I know you.” You look up surprised. Natasha smiles teasingly. “You’re Steve’s girl!” 

You shake your head, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Uh no… I’m not his girl…” You stumble slightly. “I—I know him! But uh, we aren’t…” You gulp, this was painful.

The women smile. “Okay, you aren’t his girl now. But you will be!” Wanda replied, a giant grin on her face. “Oh, sorry! Hi, I’m Wanda!” 

“Y/n, and I don’t think so. Steve and I aren’t even friends.” You begin to chew on your bottom lip, needing someone to talk to about this, but you didn’t have any friends… You also didn’t know if you could trust having a friend again. You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling dry. 

Natasha’s brows furrow, “Wait, don’t you guys live across from each other?” You nod, “And you don’t talk?” You shake your head.

“Dumbarse” She mutters under her breath, shaking her head. “I’m sorry about Steve. He’s made it sound like you guys were close.” Natasha facepalms. “I am so going to kick his arse when I see him.” 

“You don’t have to, it’s okay.” You try to fake a smile, but it feels like they can see through it. 

Wanda grins. “Why don’t you join us? We can forget about men and just shop!” 

You made it back to your apartment after spending the day with Wanda and Natasha, you hadn’t felt this happy in a while. As you hit the last step, your head lifts and your eyes connect with those beautiful blue ones. You feel your throat dry and your stomach twist. 

“Y/n…” You slowly move forward, berating yourself for allowing your heart to feel something for him. You were already so broken, why did you think anyone could love you. Your gaze flickers to the bouquet of flowers in his hands, noticing how they shake slightly. Maybe he had a date and wasn’t expecting you to show as he was leaving. 

You continue to walk, hoping to slide past him and into the safety of your home. Even though it felt so lonely inside. Steve reaches out, grasping your arm gently, causing you to stop and look at him. Neither of you can ignore the spark that lights from your touch. Unable to ignore the pull anymore, it felt as though time had stilled as you once again locked eyes. 

“I’m sorry… I’ve been an arse.” Steve frowns, all of the negative feelings he’s been feeling have finally come crashing down on him. 

You shake your head, giving another one of your fake smiles. “You don’t have to apologise, Steve. It’s not like we were friends or anything, you don’t need to be nice to me.”

His hold on you tightens slightly, Steve wonders who the hell hurt you to make you think that. He stares deeply into your eyes, hoping that you can see he’s telling the truth. “I do. Because I am sorry. You didn’t deserve me ignoring you, especially if you think it has anything to do with you. I was in the wrong, and I’d like to make it up to you if you allow me.”

Another choice for you to make. One where it could go incredibly well or one you would regret forever. 

You stare at him for a few seconds, trying to find a sliver of a lie. Your gaze moves down, and you look at the flowers. “I got these for you… I didn’t want to apologise empty–handed.” 

And like that, your demons quietened. “I’ve never received flowers before…” His love roared louder than your demons, silencing them. 

You looked back up at him and made your choice. 

The gravitational pull between you had become stronger, finally feeling like it was ready. It seemed the universe and all the galaxies had a talk and said,

“Yeah, It’s time.” 

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[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Blind Love Chapter 24 Premium Story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there. Awkwardly translated smut ahead

NSFW, MINORS DNI

As though he was training me in some way, he had me commit pleasure to memory…

Tonight was no exception and Roger was once again toying with me in his bed.

Roger: …What do you wanna do, Kate? Wanna go all the way tonight?

His fingers suddenly stopped and his words made the pit of my stomach clench from being teased thoroughly.

(But he’s been teasing me this whole time. Surely he’ll do the same tonight…)

Kate: You’re going to put it off again, aren’t you? Why are you doing this?

Roger: I’ve told you. I’m big, so it’s not gonna fit ‘til you get used to it.

His fingers sank back into where they were earlier.

The wet sounds made me want to cover my ears in embarrassment, so instead, I wrapped my arms around Roger’s neck.

Kate: Ahhnn, aaa…haaa

Roger: You’re so wet. Look, you can feel it, can’t you.

Kate: Aaahh…I can…So take your fingers out already…

Roger: Can’t. Gonna stay here ‘til you tell me you wanna go all the way. Let’s see how many times I can make you cum with just my fingers.

Kate: No…Aaahhh.

My vision was blinded by pleasure and I could feel my slick flowing down my thighs.

(It feels so good…I might pass out if I lose focus)

(But I wonder if he’ll deny me again)

My heart pounded, wanting more.

(What will happen when he fills me up…)

(Not with his fingers, but something more…If this misery could be filled with Roger’s touch—)

When I imagined it, my breathing intensified and my body felt like it was melting inside.

Kate: I…want to finish with you… Ah…Please…fill me up completely.

Roger: Pfft…haha…You’re really…

My body trembled when he pulled his fingers out.

Roger: Finally got you to say it.

He brought my hand to his lower half

(…)

My whole body flushed when I felt the mass nearly bursting out of his pants.

Roger: Been like this for a while. Been holding back for a long time now.

Kate: It’s your own fault.

Roger: Haha, true. But there’s a reason why. Wanted to hear you say “I want this.”

(If that’s true, then I fell right into Roger’s trap)

Kate: …You’ll take full responsibility, right? After all, I’ve learned so many things that make me feel good. I can’t go back to my old life, and I can’t live without you…

(It’s frustrating, but…I want this so bad…)

With my whole face feeling hot, I bit my lip and Roger’s shoulders shook.

Roger: How simple and cute can you get? Haaa…This must be what love is. Neglect, teasing, training…We’re gonna have a lotta fun from here on out.

Kate: You’re the worst bully and pervert!

Roger: Haha, don’t pout. Besides …I’m also at my limit.

He lowered his voice, as if luring me into a world of obscenities. 

Roger had been holding back for a long time…you could tell by his voice.

Kate: Looks like I wasn’t the only one being denied here, so you’re forgiven.

Roger: If you’re in a forgiving mood…then forgive me for this sin too.

Roger opened his shirt, pulled out his belt, and reached for his pants.

He guided my hand to the breathtaking mass.

It was hot, and when I wrapped my fingers around it, I could feel it throbbing under my touch…

Despite how monstrous it looked, it was oddly lovely.

Roger: …Oh?

Roger examined my face and finally smiled.

Kate: W-what is it?

Roger: I just get happy when I see how you look when you want something. I finally get to satisfy you, so look forward to it.

Kate: I get so embarrassed when you say things like that.

Roger: You say that, but you love being put in embarrassing situations, don’t you?

Roger’s face hovered over me as he pushed me down on the bed.

He parted my legs and rubbed himself along my wet folds.

Kate: Haaa…aaah…you’re teasing me again?

Roger: Mnnn…As much as I like teasing you, it’s not that. I definitely don’t want you to feel pain. So…haaa…Gotta coat myself with your slick first…

His somewhat needy voice tickled my chest sweetly, and the pleasure increased simultaneously with my heartbeat.

Kate: Nnn, haaa…aaahhh…

Roger: Hey now, don’t rock your hips like that…or it’ll slip in.

Kate: But the wetter I get you, the faster we’ll be one…Mnnn…

Roger: What you said just now is unfair.

The obscene sound of my overflowing slick resounded as the tip of his heat sank in.

Kate: Haaa, aaaahhh…

I gasped at his size when he entered in one stroke.

Roger: …Ha…You okay?

Kate: I’m…fine…so please move.

Roger: Yeah, I’m going…

Roger pushed further inside.

Kate: Haa…Ahhhh….

Roger: Kate…relax. Breathe.

But even with his voice in my ear, I couldn’t do what he said.

As I bit my lip at the pressure I had never experienced before, a hot touch parted my lips.

Kate: Mmph…

A sudden gulp of air caused sweet moans to escape.

Kate: Haaa, nnnn, aahh, Roger…it’s so hot inside…

Roger: Yeah, I’ll fill you to the hilt. 

As Roger moved his hips, he held my head and kissed me…

I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked against him. And then—

Kate: Haa, aaahhh…!

I wrapped my arms around his neck the moment he bottomed out.

Kate: Nnn…are you…

Roger: Yeah, I’m all the way in. You did well, Kate.

Because he was so big, it was like I could feel him against my belly as he stretched me out to my limit.

But it satisfied me in a way that his fingers or tongue couldn’t…Words couldn’t describe how happy I felt.

Roger: But it doesn’t end here…You wanna feel good, don’t you?

Those words alone made me ache with lust, as if trying to catch the apex of my heat.

Kate: Yes…Please Roger, I want more.

Roger: I’ll satisfy you as much as you want.

His strong back rolled.

My nails scratched at his back as he thrusted again and again—

We exchanged heat countless times until we finally buried our heads in a pillow in exhaustion, a reddish-brown dyeing the sky. 

—We welcomed the true dawn as we embraced each other, as naked as the day we were born.

[cyberrose2001]

Hi!!! I love your works! 🥰 I was wondering if I could request a Tfp bots (Op/wheelJack/knockout) reaction to their s/o who is very sweet and shy normally who’s in uni but what they don’t know is that she’s a stripper/exotic dancer late night to pay her tuition and they see her perform and later they make her do a performance for them only and gets smutty 😏😳🤭 sorry if it doesn’t make sense my English isn’t the best 😭 (also totally not projecting at all I am a pole dancer to pay for uni and damn well I treat myself well hehe, if you ever do commissions I’ll be ready 🤣)

TFP Optimus, Wheeljack, Knockout w/ Stripper Reader

I'm so sorry that this took forever! My brain may be fried but this was still so fun to write! I'm sorry if I got some things wrong, I'm still learning how to translate choreography into words (and I know very little about being a stripper oop).

As much as I wanted these to be short, my fingers slipped and I wrote whole ass fics for each of them. So be warned, this post is VERY long! I hope you enjoy! <3

18 + ONLY MINORS DO NOT READ

Warnings: Stripper reader, mentions of alcohol use, small mention of blood, smut/valveplug, blow jobs, sticky sexual interfacing.

Word count (combined): 5,981

Optimus

Was this a bad idea? Maybe, but you'll worry about the consequences in the future. For now, you slowly approach a mass-displaced Optimus Prime sitting on a metal stool that is still far too small for his frame, who still towers over your body by a solid two feet. He's watching every step you take in every click-clack of your six-inch pleaser heels. The small portable speaker you set up begins to play a bassy remix of 'Dirrty' and 'Talk Dirty', respectively called 'Talk Dirrty'—a fitting song since you're about to lay down the dirtiest heat onto the flustered mech burlesque style.

This was Optimus' idea, after he had followed you on your lonesome to a local nightclub on the outskirts of Jasper, duffle bag in your hand. He wanted to ensure you were safe, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he watched your little… performance for the locals from a side window. Safe to say, you were embarrassed once you had returned to the base at an ungodly hour, and he was, of course, still awake. But he had politely asked to see a performance of yours first-hand. And that's how you both ended up in this situation, in Optimus' quarters, door locked.

The first bassy note fills the room, accompanied by Christina's melodic voice as you flick your hair back, shaky hands dragging down your chest to your hips. A little taste of what's to come. Your hands come to rest on your fishnet-covered knees and shamelessly slut-drop a few metres before Optimus, who watches with bated breath. And in the sexiest way you could think of, place your hands down the floor in front of you and slide your body towards the floor, arching your back as you do so. It's a raunchy move, but the look on his faceplates is priceless as his optics flicker to your ass in the air.

You then move your knees forward and crawl towards his pedes, akin to a predator stalking its prey. He hitches his breath as you straddle the floor between his legs and slowly drag your hands up his pedes to his knees, and to his utter shock, you pry them open. Moving from his knees, your trail your hands up his silvery thighs, past his hips' blue plating and to his abdomen's plating, fingers lightly dipping into the crevices between them.

You can feel him shutter against your touch as you tease him, arching his back into your hands. In a smug move, you withdraw your hands from him and trail them back down to his knees, using them as leverage to push you upright. Arching your chest forward, you come within inches of his own until he has a frontal view of your barely covered cleavage. It's revitalising your confidence as you watch Optimus ogle. His frame shivering and servos twitching with a restrained desire, to which you would need to praise him for respecting the etiquette of lap dances.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself," You lean to whisper into his audio receptor before you lift your legs over one of his thighs, then the other, now straddling his waist, "Remember what I said before… no touching."

Optimus gives you a restrained whimper as you grind against his lap to the music, whipping your hair around with a hand on his shoulder for balance. The other hand moved meticulously across his chassis. This dance was supposed to be for Optimus, but you're enjoying this far more than anticipated. His broad shoulders were undeniably attractive, and his neck cabling, Primus, you could lean forward and tease the trembling mech with your tongue, but you knock back that thought. Instead, you lift yourself from his lap and flip yourself around, near bare ass making direct contact with his painfully bowed-out interface plating, and you can feel his engine rev at the move, and he makes a low groan from behind you.

"Primus," He growls as he watches you grind your ass on him. It's taking the strength of a thousand tugboats to keep him from shoving you onto the floor and ploughing into you like the out-of-control cargo ship he is. Whether those tugboats are strong enough is a matter of what your next move is.

And when you stand up to bend over, fingertips brushing the floor, he is greeted with a direct view of your backside, slick arousal and all. And within three seconds, his servos are on your ass, and he pushes you to the ground with the force of a cargo ship slamming into the shoreline. It knocks the wind out of you, forcing you to take sharp breaths.

Optimus flips your body around and settles himself atop you. The bump-and-grind music is drowned out by his harsh invents, and you can feel the roar of his engine in your bones as he lowers his helm to the nape of your flushed neck.

"I apologise for my abruptness, but I can no longer contain myself." He growls against the pulse of your neck, hammering against your skin at a speed you never thought was possible. Optimus losing his restraint and going against the rule book of lap dances was not expected, but a warm and hot welcome nonetheless.

The chair is long forgotten, tipped over when Optimus pounced on you like a big cat. And you don't care about the dance anymore. Your mind solely focuses on how his hands rip your bottoms and fishnets away. Note to self, add new pair of fishnets to the shopping list.

"I'm obliged to ask," He brings a hand to cup your chin, the gentle action contrasting his fiery optics boring holes into your own, "Do I have your consent?"

You bite your lip, an attempt to ignore the feeling of his knee bumping against your heat, which is currently wetter than the Everglades. You'd be crazy not to consent.

"Yes." You finally breathe out. That seems to satisfy Optimus as he begins to assault your neck with kisses, and you hold back a moan. So gentle yet firm as he trails them across your jawline and finishes with a drawn-out kiss to your lips.

He pushes his glossa into your mouth as he dips a servo in-between your thighs, prying them open gently. Optimus only had to press the tip of his digit for you to let out a breathy whimper against his intake, thighs already shaking, and Primus, you're wondering what his dick could possibly feel like inside you if he's already dragging you to heaven with just his hands. And you're eager to find out.

You break the kiss and struggle to keep your composure as he moves his digit gently within you, "Optimus- ah- no offence, but I think I'm - oooh - already wet enough."

He flickers his optics to your face, then back down to the hand working between your thighs. It's already soaked with your arousal, running down the palm of his hand and wrist.

"I see," Optimus says, prying his hand away from your slick. And with the same hand, he disengages his modesty panel with a grunt, letting his spike lay heavy in his hand, "However, I need to take necessary precautions of my own to ensure this encounter goes smoothly."

Now it's your turn to ogle at his junk as he uses the remainder of your fluids on his hand to pump the length a few times, and it's the hottest thing you've seen to date, despite you being a stripper. You've seen some shit, and Optimus' dick tops all of them. And he's about to top you with it.

Finished with lubing himself, he leans his helm down to the side of your head and presses the tip of his length against the folds of your pussy. Optimus uses his other hand to curl behind your head gently.

"Please, if you cannot handle me at any point, tell me."

And with a shaky vent against your ear, he pushes himself inside you. Even if you could scream, the bassy background music would down it out. But you're rendered speechless as your jaw slips once he reaches the innermost part of you. You're shaking and squirming underneath Optimus, and he gently squeezes your head as he cocoons himself around you, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances. You're already on the cusp of an orgasm, and he hasn't even moved.

Once Optimus has also regained somewhat composure, he draws his hips back and rolls them back into you. And your vision dots with stars, supernovas even, which would be a more fitting term as he grinds his hips against your own at an even swiftness. Your voice doesn't hold back this time as you let out a filthy cry against Optimus' audial fin.

"Optimus! Ahah!" You wrap your quivering arms around his helm as he pounds you into the floor. It's unrelenting, overwhelming all your senses. You're stretching beyond human limits. The music no longer exists according to you; the only melody your mushy brain desires to hear is his growls and groans against your ear as he ruts into you.

"I'm - ahh - closer to finishing than I thought," Optimus grunts, then nips the shell of your ear with his dentae, "You're… quite tight."

Despite being mass-displaced, you were about to respond with a sarcastic comment about the obvious size difference between you and him. Yet, all that comes out of your drooling mouth is a high-pitched squeal as Optimus delivers a harsh thrust to your G-Spot. To which he continues to abuse and grind his tip against.

"P-Please…" Another short thrust, and he's purring into the side of your neck, "Overload with - hgghn - me."

That's it. You're at the finish line, and you throw your head back and buck your hips up as your orgasm wreaks havoc over your sweaty frame. You're digging your fingertips into the crevasses of his shoulder plating as you let out a fluttery cry. Optimus, currently experiencing a religious experience from the sheer force of your velvet walls squeezing his spike, lets out a gravelly moan into your neck. His hips wildly buck as he experiences his overload, spilling himself inside you. It's everywhere, dripping down your thighs, transferring onto his thighs and the cold floor beneath you both.

A few glorious moments pass, a mold of flesh and metal entangled on the floor. With all the multicoloured lights cascading off your bodies, you could create an oil painting and make Da Vinci cry with how beautiful this moment is. Optimus slowly pulls out, craning his helm down to watch his transfluids spill from you. Then, like the gentle giant, he scoops his hands under your body and rolls onto his back with you lying on his chassis. You let your head come to rest against where his spark chamber is, hearing tiny little zaps and whirls as his spark slows down its beats. He places a servo on your lower back, and you crane your head just in time to see a mushy smile on his face. And you can't help but let one encompass your own.

"What are you smiling at?"

You give him a soft chuckle, "You. And also because I didn't even get to finish my dance for you."

"I suppose there will have to be a next time then, hm?" Optimus nonchalantly says before he pulls you to his face to kiss you deeply.

Wheeljack

"Thanks for the lift, Jackie." As you pick up your duffle bag from the passenger seat, you mutter and crack the door open, "I owe you one."

"Hey, anything for my favourite squishy," Wheejack replies, albeit slightly hesitant at the current location he was dropping you off, "Say, why'd ya want me to take ya here this time of night? It's kinda… unexpected."

"I uh…" You stammer, closing the door and hoisting the duffle over your shoulder, trying to think of some excuse for asking him to drop you off at a nightclub and not telling him that you were a stripper, "I work here. Yeah, I'm on the late shift."

"Oh, like a bartender? I never knew you were the one to pour out the drinks." He revs his engine, "Just com the base when you're ready, kid. I'll come an' pick ya up."

You nod and give his roof a few pats before you sundered off to the back entrance to the nightclub, hoping and praying that the rich guys were here tonight so you could get paid the big bucks. You're so caught up in your money-hazed vision that you overlook your Cybertronian Uber parking next to the building.

Gonna see what you're really up to, Wheeljack thinks, scouting the area for other humans before returning to his alt mode and settling down under a window.

-

It's times like this when you're grateful for your job. Yeah, the flow of money is hit-and-miss at times, but a night like tonight is what every stripper dreams of. Bands and bands of fresh cash stuffed half-hazard into your duffle. You could treat yourself, go all out and buy a new pair of lingerie. You could wander into the liquor store across the road and purchase a nice top-shelf bottle of vodka. But alas, most of this dough will be funding your university fees. A sad reality, but you'll do whatever it takes to graduate.

Stuffing the rest of the money into the duffle, you hear a familiar rev of a sports car and make your way to the front entrance. Most patrons had left, leaving you relatively safe to walk out alone. Not that you had to worry in the first place, not when you've always got Wheeljack looking out for you. You've grown on him, and he's grown on you. There's no denying that you've got some feelings for the wrecker, but you'll keep that to yourself for now. He opens the door for you, and you slide in. A soft sigh of relief escapes you, and you slump into the eerily warm seat. After you're safely bucked in, he pulls away from the kerb. The silence that drowns the cabin is… awkward.

"Hey," Wheeljack begins after a while, a slight edge to his voice. He then clears his vocaliser, "How was your, uh… shift."

"It was pretty alright," You fold your arms across your tank top, "Just the usual."

"The usual, eh?" You can hear a little cockiness show through like he's trying so hard not to smile, "Does your line of work usually result in a dollar bill getting stuck in your… What's that thing you females wear again? Uh, bra?"

You freeze, eyes burning holes into his dash before you glance down at your chest. It appears you missed one; the corner of a dollar bill is peeking out from the bra you wore on stage. There's no way Wheeljack would've noticed if he wasn't staring at your tits, which there's no denying because his rearview mirror is pointed downwards, reflecting your cleavage.

"I know you humans get up t'some strange things, but ya could've at least told me you were a stripteaser."

You bury your head in your hands, a pathetic attempt to squeeze yourself into a ball and hide your rosy face, but you can't because he's everywhere. There's no escaping, so you let out a muffled whine.

"Ok, you got me," You huff, any shred of dignity thrown out the window, "But if you tell anyone, and I mean anyone, that I'm a stripper, I'm coming for your aft."

"Oh, I don't intend to, sweetheart," He growls, and you can feel it in your bones, "Not if I can have ya all to myself."

"Wait wha-" There's no finishing your sentence as Wheeljack veers into an abandoned gas station, almost taking the wind out of you. He rolls to a stop and opens his door to let you out, or for a better term, stumble out, "What the hell?"

You watch Wheeljack transform into his bot mode, mass displacing himself so that he towers just a head above you, and you can see every little detail, every wrinkle and scratch. Oh my god, you need to stop staring.

"I quite liked your little routine, kid," He begins, poking a digit at one of the straps of your tank top, "But I'd like ta experience it first hand if ya catch my drift, right here, right now."

Your jaw drops, "You want me to… give you a dance?"

"I didn't stutter, did I?" And before you knew it, Wheeljack sits propped up against the gas station wall, a digit beckoning you over, "C'mere an' give me a show."

Well, there's no time like the present, you think to yourself. You cross your arms over your stomach and swiftly pull off your tank top before moving to your tracksuit pants, throwing both articles of clothing behind you. Your outfit was not modest in any regard, and you can feel Wheeljack's optics clawing at your exposed skin already. As you shakily rummaged through your duffle for your pleaser heels, Wheeljack switched on his radio, and you could hear the first beats of 'You Shook Me All Night Long' by AC/DC. You roll your eyes as you slip on your heels.

"What? Ya don't like this song?" Wheeljack chuckles, "I think it fits perfectly."

"It's the meaning behind it," You stand, the satisfying click-clack of your heels echoes off the walls, "I'd say you're looking for more than just a lap dance if I'm right in my suspicions."

"Cheeky, I like it," Wheeljack says with a shit-eating grin, "Go on then, show me what ya got."

And so, you do. You stand a few metres before the wrecker and swivel your hips to the drum beat, flicking your hair in the same motion as your hips, running your fingers through your hair as you do. As the first lyrics start, you take a few drawn-out steps closer to Wheeljack, running your hands over your breasts and down your bare stomach finishing off with a twirl. He's facing your back now as he watches you squat to the ground, hands dragging down your thighs, swivelling your hips as you do. While crouched down, you turn on the balls of your feet and give him a wink before arching your back and returning to a standing position. You high-kick and finish with another twirl, standing directly between his spread pedes. You repeat the crouch move, but you're facing him this time. In time with the main chorus, you slide to your knees to straddle the ground, bouncing your hips a few times, dragging your hands through your hair, and flipping it in a circle. You then slide your hands down your thighs and to the ground before you, slowly crawling closer to his thighs. Wheeljacks' optics had not left your frame during all this time, a small smile tugging on his dermas.

"That was impressive, kid," He nods before reaching for your hands and tugging them closer to his interfacing panel, "But I'm not blown away jus' yet. Do ya think you can help me with this?"

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod, hands ghosting across the bulging panel. Wheeljack seems rather impatient, so he slips away the cover for you, and the sight that meets your eyes makes you drool.

You knew Wheeljack was riled up from your performance, but this was the icing on the robot dick cake. He's thick, blue biolights run down the underside of the silver member and already dripping with precum. Half-naked, you're both out in the open at an abandoned gas station, and your dignity has already been thrown out the window. You were willing to indulge in him just for a short while.

Running your palm up the underside of his spike, you feel Wheeljack shiver. The textures and patterns are so foreign, like nothing you've experienced. Tentatively, you wrap your hands around the base of his spike and give him a few experimental pumps, drawing a few low moans from the mech above you. Feeling more confident, you squeeze him tighter and pump him faster.

"Scrap," He mutters, placing a hand on your shoulder, "You're good at that."

Smiling, you lean down and cautiously lick the tip of his spike, drawing even more delicious moans from the wrecker. And when you wrap your lips around it, he has to restrain himself from pushing you down further onto him. Living up to your 'cheekiness', you flicker your eyes to his face and stare at him right in his optics as you give him a harsh suck.

"Ah - frag - Y/n, stop!" Wheeljack half whines and laughs as he pulls you off him upon feeling a premature overload, "Sheesh, ya nearly got me there."

Placing a departing kiss on his tip, you crawl onto his lap, six-inch pleaser heels digging into his metal thighs. The music is louder from here, and you can feel it vibrating your bones, "I guess you're not satisfied just yet."

His vents hitch as you move your underwear to the side and press your very wet pussy lips against the tip of his spike, "Maybe not, sweetheart. Ya gonna change that?"

You slowly sink onto his spike, maintaining eye contact. You watch his face turn from a smug look into one you could frame on a wall. His face scrunches in pure pleasure as you stuff as much of him as physically possible in you. He may be mass-displaced, but his sheer thickness makes it a tight squeeze. You feel your own breath hitch as you take him to the hilt. He fills you up amazingly.

"Yes."

You roll your hips forward once, and you're already seeing white. The combination of Wheeljacks' spike dragging against your velvet walls and the vibrations from the electric guitar still playing on the radio strums your nervous system like an instrument. You're craving more, and he is, too, because his hands are on your hips now, and he's guiding you. He's the maestro, and you're the entire orchestra.

"F-Fuck." You whimper out, bracing yourself against his chassis as you start to bounce on his spike. Your thighs are starting to ache from the lactic acid built up from all the dancing you've done tonight, and thankfully, Wheeljack notices your struggle.

"Don't worry, cutie. I'll take it from here." He huskily breathes out before his grip on your hips tightens, and he bucks up into you. As he does, you fall forward flat on his chassis, cheek squishing against him as he proceeds to fuck you like his spark depends on it.

"Oh fuck!" You cry out, bringing a hand to cover your mouth in a pathetic attempt to muffle your moans. But nothing can silence the lewd sound of metal slapping against skin, not even the rock music, which has now clicked over to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me', and you'll never think of this song again without getting absolutely turned on.

"Take your - hggff - hand off. I wanna hear ya," Wheeljack growls as he grips the hand covering your mouth and forcefully removes it, "Y'know, maybe I can taste ya instead."

Within what seems like a nano-second, he wraps his arms around your midsection and smashes his dermas into yours. He presses his glossa against your tongue in a fight for dominance, and you're forced to surrender as he slams his spike so deep in your pussy you see galaxies, crying out into his intake.

"Oh, frag-"He murmurs into your mouth, keeping a death grip on your midsection, "Keep squeezing me like that kid, and I'm gonna-"

He's gone. Thrown into the deep end of his overload, he presses himself as deeply as physically possible and releases his transfluids inside you. You choke on his glossa at the delicious sensation of being stuffed full, and it triggers your own orgasm. You break the kiss and bury your head in the crook of his neck as your body shakes, crying out in utter euphoria as he bucks his hips to help ride out the shared orgasm. You can hear Wheeljacks' spark spasming in rhythm with his throbbing spike gushing in your tight walls.

"Frag…" He shakily ex-vents, holding you against his chassis, "You've certainly impressed me now, kid."

You're too exhausted to give him a cohesive reply, opting for a string of whines. You're also too focused on the sheer amount of fluids you can feel dripping between your thighs. He gives you a chuckle and presses a loving kiss to your temple, utterly amused at your dopey post-orgasmic bliss.

"You're so fraggin' adorable."

Knockout

There was nothing more refreshing to Knockout than clocking up speeds that could blow up a regular v8 engine along the winding rural roads of Jasper. It's freeing. It's elating. All heightened by the fact that he knows he shouldn't be out here in the first place. But there's nothing a little manipulation and the tugging of a few strings can't do to convince Megatron that he had good reason to be zipping around.

In the distance, he notices a peculiar establishment with bright neon lights surrounding the exterior. Strange, he's never seen such a place before. Knockout slows down, rolls into the parking lot, and is greeted with the muted sounds of music coming from inside. All the humans seem to be in there, so he transforms into his bot mode and crouches down to a window to take a peek. He notices some usual human behaviour, some drunk people, some cheering and throwing bits of paper at what seems to be a stage with a metal pole in the centre.

But it's not just the metal pole they're throwing currency at. No, they're tossing it towards a very under-dressed human hugging the pole, swinging around like an erotic firefighter he's seen in a movie once. Although, he's never seen a firefighter do that with their near bare ass. Conflicting feelings start to arise in Knockout, knowing that he shouldn't be out here and definitely should not be this fascinated by a human. But a part of him needs to meddle with this… alluring human.

-

"Wait, you want me to do what?"

It had been a regular night for you. You went to work, danced in front of an eager crowd, collected your cash and went home, is what you would say if a two-story alien robot hadn't grabbed you with a pair of extra sharp talons and transported you to god knows where. All you know so far is that through your screeching and thrashing around, you noticed that you were on a ship of some kind in a small room that was freezing cold. You had zero time to change out of your stripper wear and into something warmer before you were zipped away. And this red metal bastard sitting in front of you dares to ask you to perform for him, even though you find him mildly attractive in an unorthodox way.

"I know you heard me, squishy," The giant says with a toothy sneer, "Usually, I find your species rather obnoxious. Pityfull even, especially those other humans fawning over you like a scraplet in heat."

You have no idea what a scrapet is, but you ignore the strange synonym and probe him further, "If you hate us so much, why kidnap one? Wouldn't you prefer not to have a human here in your… quarters, I'm assuming?"

"That doesn't concern you." You swear you could see his face tint a slight blue, "Besides, wouldn't you prefer a little more excitement in your minuscule lifespan?"

Ok, he's got you there. Not every day you get to be kidnapped by an alien robot, let alone a hot one that wants you to give him a lap dance. You weigh your options, give him a dance, or he may step on you. Preferring not to be butchered today, you sigh in defeat.

"Alright, I'll give you what you want," You cross your arms and tap your heel on the floor, "But after, are you gonna let me go or…"

He holds his talons to his face as if checking his non-existent manicure before giving you the most sultry stare with his glowing red eyes, "That, my dear fleshy, entirely depends on whether you deliver or not."

You choose to ignore the heat that instantly pooled into your lower stomach and whip out your phone. No cell signal… even if you wanted to call for help, there's no way to do so. Glancing up at the mech still seated before you, you shakily scroll through your playlist and press play. 'I'm A Slave 4 U' pretty much sums up your current circumstance. How ironic.

You do what you know best, scrapping together any little confidence from the bottom of the barrel and just going for it because your life is potentially on the line. Your sway your hips, exaggerating your movements as much as possible. Hands exploring your own body and running them through your hair. You feel sexy as fuck, and you most likely look like it, too, because the look this robot is giving you is enough to sear holes into the surface of the sun. His eyes drag over every exposed inch of your body, and his lips are pressed in a line with a slight tug at one of the corners.

You finish with a dramatic split to the floor, then slide to your hands and knees and crawl towards the red mech. For some reason, he appears smaller than when you had started, but you decide not to dwell on it and regard it as a strange quirk of an alien.

"My, that was very entertaining," He grins, bringing a pointy digit to drag under your chin, the sensation making your eyes water, "But I seem to have a little… problem if you are willing to indulge me."

You quirk your head, "Uh… what kind of problem?"

With a smirk, he brings his other hand to the plating between his spread legs and fiddles underneath them. With a clang, the plating falls away. It reveals a very erect phallic object resembling a dick if it were created from metal.

Oh, that kind of problem.

He leans back against the wall and rests his forearm on a bent knee, looking like a poser straight out of a porn mag. You swallow heavily as it's your turn to rake your eyes over his frame, wide eyes landing on the throbbing silver mass resting on his hip. This is wrong on so many levels, but you don't seem to resist as you extend your hand to brush your fingertips on the underside of his cock. His breath hitches as you do so.

"Eager already. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. You humans are all the same," He pinches your cheeks with the hand still touching your face, "Go on, I don't have all night."

Bastard. It seems to you that he's the eager one because he draws your face closer to his cock that it now pokes into your cheek. It's oddly warm with a slight metallic smell, and now all you're thinking about is how it tastes. This is wrong. You grip his cock in your hand and slip the tip into your mouth, circling the tip a few times to collect the tiny drops of precum on your tongue. So very wrong.

He shivers, his grip moving from your cheeks to the top of your head. His fingers are sharp against your scalp, but you don't care. You're going to give this alien what he wanted and more. You want to blow his circuits for kidnapping you. With this in mind, you push his dick past your throat and take him to the hilt, causing him to buck into your mouth. Your eyes are watering again, threatening to spill out onto your cheeks.

"Scrap!" He whines before gripping your hair and ripping you off his dick. Harsh ex-vents blow onto your body, "You almost caused an overload!"

You're assuming that's the robot equivalent of an orgasm. You smirk, "That was the plan."

He huffs, "Well if that's how you want to play, I'll have to make you overload first."

He pounces, and you fall on your back with an oof, sharp talons clawing at your pants, ripping them clean off. He moves one hand and pins your arms above your head, and the other drags across your thighs to your embarrassingly wet folds. You pray to god he doesn't poke you.

"Pfft, by the amount of fluids accumulating down there, it seems like you are enjoying this." He scoffs, rolling his thumb around your clit, sending jolts of electric shocks up your spine, "I'm right, aren't I?"

Your head lulls to the side, allowing the mech to give you direct access to your neck. He hums, leaning down to give you pecks and love bites. How strangely gentle of him, "Just - guh - hurry up."

You can feel him smile against your collarbone, "Alright, if you say so~"

He removes his thumb and replaces it with something much more significant in size. It's pressing right against your entrance, and oh my god, it's pushing inside you. You throw your head back and clench your hands in his grip as he pushes the rest of his length inside you. It's throbbing against your walls as he seems to display some restraint to not fuck you into the floor at the first instance.

"My, you feel… very tight, dearie." His hips are flush against your own now, and all you can do is squirm as you feel him pressing against your cervix, which you're sure is about to be ruined.

He draws his hips back and re-enters you, and your vision goes white. It's slow pace at first, an agonisingly slow pace. Most likely to prevent his own orgasm and to draw you as close to the edge as possible. The bumps and ridges along his cock drag across your walls mind-numbingly, and you're not sure how long you will last.

The pace picks up until he slams you into the floor with every rut of his hips, abusing your G-Spot un relentlessly. The hand that wasn't trapping your arms is now gripping the plush flesh of your hip, aiding him in his thrusts. His little mewls and praises were unexpected but delightful against your ear, and they only drew you closer to finishing.

"I - haAHH - never got your - hggnh - name." You stutter out as he send a particularly harsh thrust, arching your back into his chassis.

"Knockout, dearie." He grunts, claws digging into your hips deep enough to draw blood, "And I - hffgh - expect you to scream it."

That was it. Knockout only had to slam into your aching pussy a few more times before your orgasm knocks you off the cliff. You cry out his name, as ordered, as your walls strangle his cock. He yelps against your neck as he unleashes a disturbing amount of cum inside you, rutting into you in jagged thrusts as he rides out his own. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs as your soft body fails to accommodate even a fraction of the amount. Legs quivering, he slowly draws his cock out, admiring your hole as the rest gushes out.

"Well, wasn't that exciting?" Knockout gives you a toothy smirk, lazily grinding his cock across your folds, "I think I'll keep you around, sweetheart."

No average person would be happy with that. Still, after tonight, you're very welcome to the idea of being a personal strip teaser for a devilishly hot alien robot.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲: 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤 (𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓)

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TW // SMUT/NSFW, Dubcon, Cervix, Yandere Themes, Goggle Translation.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Маленький мир - Little World (Russian)

|°𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬°| |°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| • {𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧} • {𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐢’𝐬} • {𝐗𝐞𝐫𝐱𝐞𝐬}

Pushing off a rock, I hurriedly made my way through the rocky coral. Desperate to leave the red waters of this place. Having been here for far too long for my tastes despite that creatures… adamant argument.

He would block any attempt I would make out of his nest, lowly rumbling at me; scolding me for even to attempting to leave before he would usher me back to his nest. His clawed hands gently but firmly leading me back. His eyes never truly moving away from my form that settles back down in his cave.

It confused me at first. Why would he want to keep me in the grounds of his nest? Were their other predators out there? If there was, I’m sure Spartak eats them for breakfast and I’m sure that he does because I have never seen a creature so… muscular like him; strong and huge even. So I let him lead me back to his nest, getting bored when he leaves to do… whatever he does in the sea. Getting fed up and tired of being stuck in the same place over and over again. What was the reason I was in here anyway?

I honestly don’t remember. I’ve have been here for who knows how long? I’ve been very patient with him as well. Not wanting to… anger such a creature like him with bad manners, but I have a deep feeling that’s what he wants. Not to anger him, but to stay with him. It was obvious on what he was doing. I was no idiot to not notice the early stages of entrapment.

Perhaps, if I attempted to communicate with him he would… change his ways of his acts? It was hopeful thinking with his bulky form looming everywhere every time I glanced at him, but the more I stay put in his nest, the more I get eager to leave when he leaves. The more I just want to claw out from underneath his gaze, his hold. It eventually lead me to spill my thoughts out to him right on a silver platter. Too much built up frustration and emotions settling harshly on my shoulders.

Yet, he has still have yet to coo, growl, snarl, rumble at me through out my frustrations towards him and his confiscating ways. His golden eyes never leaving my own when he rises from the water pool; up and over me. His hand carefully settling on my cheek, it had me fumble my words for a moment.

Perhaps, he did not realize what he was doing was wrong to a base line human? Maybe it was in his culture to have a female hang back and care for the nest while he goes out? Oh, but he should know the deference from his female species and my species, it had to be obvious!

“Маленький мир, if I had known you needed more care, I would have provided you more.” He had spoke after my rant to him. His clawed thumb moving up and down against my cheek. Something I haven’t noticed he was doing until after his words.

“This- this is not just about care Spartak! This is about my freedom!” I argued; whined, placing my hand over his that rested on my cheek. His eyes briefly flicking over to the small action. “I want to explore the waters over your territory. I want to be able to swim with you near the surface of the water. I want to touch the warm sands of the beach. I want to go back to the land.”

His thumb stops running across my cheek then. His golden eyes filling with thoughts; narrowing down at me. I was afraid then I have admitted something I shouldn’t have, but it needed to be said. I wasn’t going to be stuck in his cave forever. It was never the plan to.

“Please, Spartak. I am only human.” I beg up to him. Fighting the urge to look away from his own eyes that give nothing away of what he was thinking. I have spilled now, there is no take backs on what I have said to him.

“…Fine, but some… accommodations will be in set in place, Маленький мир.” He huffed after a while of his eerie silence. His body leaning down to my level. His breath tickling my skin. “I hope we can agree to the terms?”

“If reasonable, yes.” I respond quickly, sudden hope rising in my chest. Not completely aware of his praying eyes and his tongue brushing this teeth.

“Разумно... да.(Reasonable... yes.)” He rumbles, siting still for a moment before he shoots forward, taking me by surprise. My heart jumping at his unexpected suddenness as he lips press up against mine. His teeth nicking at my bottom lip as I gasp. Getting a mouth full of tongue from him.

Putting my hands on his jaw for the support. I groan when his tongue brushes up against his nick on my lip, giving it a little sting. His tongue wrapping around my own before he pulls away, a huff escaping me when he does so. His tongue licking his lips with a slight grin on his face.

“Ты связан со мной.(You're connected to me.)” He rumbles out in a different language I have yet to understand myself. My own tounge licking out my own, wounded lips as he leans forwards again, quietly purring next to my ear. “Нет выхода, маленький мир.(There's no way out, little world.)”

I shake my head, pushing off from another rock. Now was not the time to think about the past, I had a sea creature to evade. I possibly had, maybe a few hours before he notices that I’m gone from his nest. Having left from it right before one of his nightly hunts I have patterned him down on.

“Маленький мир!” I felt the waters and rocks rumble around me, my hands gripping the side of the rock as I breathed more air from my small rebreather more than necessary.

Maybe I had less time than I had thought?

“Я думал, у нас есть соглашение?(I thought we had an agreement?)” I could hear him through the water. His tone very… undeterred, very calm. “Что случилось с нашим соглашением?(What happened to our agreement?)”

“Я сделал что-то не так?(Did I do something wrong?)” I can hear the questioning tone in the language, bubbles coming out of the rebreather as I hurried to at least find a hiding spot from him.“Я тебя обидел?(Have I offended you?)”

“Маленький мир, come out. I know you are there.” It sounded like he had whined, a high pitched ring going through the waters before all seemed quiet again. The swiftness of fish swimming through the water not creating a current. The corals not moving a muscle. Even the water seemed still in this darkened area.

It was too still.

My anxiety to get caught suddenly spikes, my hands desperately working up at the rock above me. Having found a falling cave entrance here just a moment prior to the silence, the stillness. Bubbles taking up my view as my neck and back tingles of being watched. My gut flipping in my stomach.

I gasp when sudden weight is pressed against my back, pinning me to the rocky wall in front of me. Bubbles continuously obstructing my vision as I could feel a hand rank up from the bottom to my neck and through my hair. A rumble pressing up against my back. “Нашел тебя, мой маленький мир.(I found you, my little world.)”

Both of his hand keep me pinned in place from head and waist. His chest pressing up against my back. Rumbling all sorts of vibrations through my body. “Возвращайся в мое гнездо.(Come back to my nest.)”

“Не заставляй меня умолять.(Don't make me beg.)” He grumbled, and It’s like I could hear him in my mind, making me feel all lightheaded that I had thought I was losing my oxygen, and out of panic. I’ve managed to grab ahold of a rock above me, dislodging the cave entrance and slashed it back at Spartak behind me.

His hand claws at my back, tearing at my suit as he rears back in surprise. A hiss coming out of him while I made haste to crawl through the opening of the cave, desperate for multiple things. Desperate to leave the water.

“Маленький мир!” He hisses behind me, my body wiggling through the opening and into the cave with a lucky air pocket inside of it. My body breaching the surface as I scramble for any type of land to take a rest on. My body exhausted from all that panic I have felt in that split moment.

I whine when I swim some more and touch the risen, sandy surface of the cave. That I could stand up on another surface than Spartaks nest. My knees failing me as I splash back down into the thin surface of the water, simply resting there for some sort of comfort; relief. My hand taking off my rebreather from my mouth and tossing it somewhere else in the air pocket.

“Твои действия причиняют мне боль, маленький мир.(Your actions hurt me, little world.)” The creature speaks out loud. The sound of water moving behind me bringing a shiver down my spine. “Тем не менее, я их не понимаю.(However, I don't understand them.)”

“Are you… trying courting me? Showing me your Сила?(Strength?)” He asks, his shadow engulfing my body. “Showing me your confidence and bravery?”

His lips press up against my back, starting at my lower back, just above my cheeks. His hands resting on my cheeks, squeezing them together and thumbing them as his lips slowly trace up my back until he gets to my shoulder blade. His cold, slimy tongue lapping up my wound that he created by his own hands, a low rumbling hum coming out of him. “Такое хрупкое маленькое существо.(Such a fragile little creature.)”

I hiss at him through my teeth, my hands forming into fists. Too exhausted to actually say anything much to this sea monster as my wound stings at his… mouthy actions. My body laying pinned across the sands in this cave as he purrs and a coos at me. His hands sliding gently from my cheeks of my diving suit and down my hip dips. His face nuzzling into the back of my neck “Такой прекрасный маленький мир, ты есть.(Such a beautiful little world, you are.)”

“Всегда полон маленьких секретов.(Always full of little secrets.)” He purrs, his breath fanning against my shoulder. His clawed hand carefully tearing any last piece of suit away from me. Leaving me tired and bare underneath him.

“Spartak.” I whisper his name into the layer of water underneath me, unsure for the reason. Maybe I needed to have something else ground me as well? Maybe I felt like I needed to apologize to him? Maybe… I just said it for it to mean a lot more than it does?

I gasp as this cold slick slides between my folds. Slowly going up and down between them, teasing me. Coating my folds with its slick. A spark of arousal shooting from my stomach to my core.

“Я начну этот процесс.(I'll start this process.)” Spartak hums, rocking his hips slowly. His hand squishing my cheeks together then letting the go and watching them bounce. “Чтобы обеспечить нашу связь.(To ensure our connection.)”

His hands suddenly grip at my thighs and pull me down on him. His cock that was teasing my folds slipping straight through. Brushing up against every single nerve as he sheathed himself to my core. A deep rumble vibrating through his chest as I whine out at the unfamiliar feeling of his cock.

It felt… different, almost silky like. Not so… rough, dry, wet? I couldn’t tell if I should be gripping the sands or not, it was so different than what I have expected this to feel like. Oh, but the girth of him was undeniably pleasurable. How his cock did not leave space inside of my pulsing walls untouched.

He thrusts once and that has me griping at my palms. A barely restrained mewl being said into the water as he thrusts again and again. My body rocking with his thrusts. His chest brushing up against my back again, pressing down on me, keeping me in place.

“Это то, что тебе было нужно?(Is that what you needed?)” Spartak hummed, nuzzling into the back of my shoulder, giving it a kiss. His chest vibrating against my back. “To have claimed you as mine?”

He groans when my walls tighten around him, pulling him in. His teeth gently nibbling at my shoulder as he shifts his angle, gaining a cry of his name. A shock of pleasure running through my body.

“Khorne, Это то, что тебе было нужно.(That’s what you needed.)” He mumbles into my skin, his that same spot again and again. Slowly picking up pace. “Чтобы я претендовал на тебя.(For me to claim you.)”

“To have you as my mate.” His tongue laps over my wound again, do doubt needing more… care to it with all his strong movements inside of me. Mewls and moans escaping my lips. “Такая нуждая мелочь.(Such a needy little thing.)”

He thrust a bit more harsher now. Seemingly desperate to hear my endless cry’s of his name. To have me bounce forward to he could drag me back down into his cock that infinitely touched all the right places. Making me feel like some jellyfish underneath him. My thought process only being enraptured with him and the pleasure he brought me.

“Spartak!” I cry out louder, my walls tightening around his cock. His teeth latching onto my shoulder, breaking the skin as he moans out, pushing himself to the hilt. The tip of his cock pressing up against my cervix, pushing his tip through it as his cock twitches inside of me. My mind going numb at the feeling of his hot cum flooding my insides.

Weirdly, with his cock at my cervix never brought any pain to me like it should have. Instead it brought me unforgettable pleasure to shoot all my nerves out, a chocked cry of his name ripping through my mouth. Pleasure filled tears running down my cheeks and mixing with the water below me. I couldn’t even think except how his cock filled me up to the brim, leaking around his cock and dripping down to the waters below.

Spartak feels how his Маленький мир goes limp underneath him, submitting to him. His teeth still latched onto her shoulder as he purrs at her submission. His hips rocking into her walls that gone slick with his seed. Yet, she still pulls at him and his pulsing cock, still feeding her womb with his seed, his mark.

He rocks his hips forward more, a low growl leaving his throat. His Маленький мир whining and shivering underneath him as he pumps more of his mark in her.

He acknowledges the fact he could turn her with his teeth latched into her shoulder like this, but he doesn’t really feel any concern for it. If she doesn’t turn she’ll still be with him either way; land or water. If she turned out to be a creature like him? All the more better to keep her by his side; in the nest with him. To admire and care for his Маленький мир.

“Такой хороший маленький мир.(Such a good little world.)” He groans, his arms locking himself around her smaller body. His mouth coming off her shoulder as he licks at it, savoring her taste between skin and blood before nuzzling into her neck. Inhaling her scent that shifts on him as he purrs into her ear. “You will forever be mine, Маленький мир.”

His маленький мир only whines and mewls up at him when he starts up again. Making sure this his mark took place wherever she try’s to run.

“Мой, мой, мой.(Mine, mine, mine.)”

[torahoes]

(IDOLiSH7) Torao Mido - An Idol's Daily Life Rabbit Chat: Part 1 - Street corner batting

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Please note that I am not a professional translator. If you come across any mistakes, feel free to let me know and I will make the necessary corrections.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Good work today, Mido-san. I apologize for not noticing you earlier when you called out to me...!

Torao Mido: It's alright; I did call out to you pretty suddenly from my car. But I didn't think you'd be so startled that you'd jump like that.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Just as I noticed someone with a strong aura wearing sunglasses appear in a luxury car, they suddenly called out to me, so I wondered what the matter was...!

Torao Mido: I recognized you right away.

Tsumugi Takanashi: W- was I really that conspicuous?

Torao Mido: Yeah. If a woman in a suit is walking with heavy luggage on a street lined with luxury brands, heads will turn.

Torao Mido: At first, I thought the luggage was moving on its own.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I had a feeling that I was somehow drawing attention from the people around me… > <

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Torao Mido: You were on your way to the parking lot, right? Were you having a meeting nearby?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Yes! IDOLiSH7 has been given the chance to collaborate with a sports brand this time, so we had a meeting with the manufacturer!

Tsumugi Takanashi: We ended up receiving various samples during the meeting, hence the heavy luggage...

Torao Mido: Ah, they're releasing collaborative design shoes, aren't they? I heard from Haruka.

Torao Mido: I like that brand too.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Is that so...! Apparently, many of the IDOLiSH7 members also use that brand.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I heard that it's very popular because you can place custom orders.

Torao Mido: Since everyone has different foot shapes and instep heights, it's good to have something that fits their feet perfectly to prevent injuries.

Torao Mido: Depending on the intended use, it's also best to adjust the cushioning to reduce strain.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I see...! Especially with acrobatics, it does seem like there would be a lot of strain on the feet... > <

Torao Mido: It's a whole different experience once you put them on. Haruka recommended them to me, and now I can't live without them.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Isumi-san did...!

Torao Mido: He's knowledgeable about these things because of his extensive experience. I didn't have any dance experience until I joined ŹOOĻ, so I rely on him.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Eh-

Torao Mido: What's wrong?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Mido-san, you didn't have any dance experience!?!?

Torao Mido: Yeah. Is that really so surprising?

Tsumugi Takanashi: It's the most shocking thing I've heard recently...

Tsumugi Takanashi: Mido-san's dancing is not only dynamic but also graceful and powerful, and your acrobatics are so beautiful, so I just assumed you had been dancing since childhood...

Torao Mido: Not a bad pick-up line. I don’t feel bad being praised by you to such an extent.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Words like these simply are not enough...! Of course, it's thanks to your efforts, but it's also because you have such immense talent.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Were you naturally athletic, or did you undergo any special training?

Torao Mido: You're bombarding me with questions. Are you that curious?

Tsumugi Takanashi: I- I'm sorry... I just couldn't help but wonder how you learned to dance so captivatingly!

Torao Mido: Don't worry about it. I'm used to your questions. If you want to know something, you can go ahead and ask me.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Thank you very much!

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Torao Mido: Regarding my athleticism and lessons, right?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Yes, if you don't mind, please tell me...!

Torao Mido: I was naturally good at sports, and if I put my mind to it, I could do most things better than average. I was in the tennis club during my school days and received several awards.

Torao Mido: I didn't take any special lessons, but I used to go to the gym, so I probably already had the strength and stamina from the start. I didn't do anything particularly special after that.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I see... Perhaps it's because you had established a solid foundation in physical fitness that you were able to grasp things quickly.

Torao Mido: That could be it. Well, compared to other sports, both dancing and acrobatics become easy once you understand how to move your body.

Torao Mido: It's not that difficult.

Tsumugi Takanashi: To me, even a backward roll seems incredibly difficult…! I struggled with it back in high school > <

Torao Mido: A backward roll…?

Torao Mido: Not a backflip?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Yes. I found it difficult to roll properly and often ended up rolling sideways instead.

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Torao Mido: On the contrary, isn't that actually more difficult…?

Torao Mido: That's a talent in itself.

Tsumugi Takanashi:

End of Part 1.

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 431 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

Sorry for the late post, I had no idea that I was going to be a bit busy today. 🙏🏽 BUT GOD, THE SUSPENSE WAS KILLING ME FROM THE LAST CHAPTER. LET’S SEE WHO THE NEWEST MEMBER IS… 👀

I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!!!! 😫😫😫😫

AND LOOK AT HIM, WEARING THE SAME CLOTHES AS TAESOO MA!!!! 😳 I think it was pretty obvious because Daniel Park did say that they’ll meet each other again.

HE’S EVEN WEARING THE SAME COAT AS TAESOO MA!!! And THAT’S the reason why he decided to join? Understandable. Eli Jang will eventually get his wake up call in the future. 😬

I miss this type of interaction between Jay and Daniel. It reminds me of the older Lookism chapters when they used to go to school and Daniel used to be the mediator. I’m just glad that we get to see Jay and Daniel together again, regardless if it’s Daniel in his OG body. 😭💞

OHHHHHH YEAHHHHHH, THE BADASSES ARE IN BUSINESS. ALL IN ONE CREW. 😎✨

ZACK BAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS HAD ME LMAAAAOOOOOO WHAT A MOOD.

BRUH. THESE PANELS OF SAMUEL BEING AN INSANE GOOF IS KILLING ME. 💀💀💀 HELP-

I honestly feel bad for him. He's been injected like TWICE so far. Wthhh 😭

OHHHHHH MY GOD. THAT TRANSITION???? HELLO??? IT’S ONE OF OUR FAV BLONDES!!!!! AHHHHHH I’VE BEEN WONDERING WHERE HE’S BEEN ALL THIS TIME. 

PLEEEEASE, THE WAY HE’S WEAK FROM SHOTS BUT NOT WEAK FROM FIGHTING ANYONE.

THE BABY BAND-AID, I- SDHFJSDHFSJDFJSD HE’S SUCH A BABYYYYYYY. AHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN’T. 

BROOOOO LOOK AT THIS FOOL. HE’S ALL GUCCI-ED OUT BRUH LIKE DAYUUUUUUM. His outfit could pay off my rent. (God, simping for this man is like a guilty pleasure. sheesh)

UMMMMM SIR. YOU’RE SAYING ALL OF THIS IN FRONT OF A DOCTOR????? Realistically, he’d call the police. Unless, if he’s affiliated with HNH Group or The Workers, thennnn... that’s probably why? IDK ANYMORE LMAO.

Also, tell me why I thought he was Seongjun Baek from Viral Hit for a second. 😂😂😂😂

Ummm... Are y’all REALLY going to talk about this right now?

WHILE YOU TWO ARE FALLING???????? 😰

Jake Kim, the GOAT. HE’S SUCH A GOOD GUY, AHHHHHHH. WE DON’T DESERVE JAKE. 😭😭😭😭 God, he’s such a kind soul. ❤️

She’s pretty and all, but I still resent her for what she did when she was still with the Workers. 😤

E W. LMAAOOOOOOOO NO.

PTJ really drawing pretty panels out here. 

EWWWWWWW x2 LMFAAAAOOOOOO. GET FUCKED.

THIS IS SUCH A PRETTY SCENE ASDHFKJASDHFHJSDHF. DISNEY PRINCESS, WHO???? (Even though, I wouldn’t consider her as one because... yk... Wow, I really have mixed feelings about this.)

I guess they have their own “happy ending” even though Vivi doesn’t really deserve it imo lol. 

JAMES LEE ALWAYS BE POPPIN WITH STYLE. HE SERVIN!!! 💅🏽

BRUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. PTJ REALLY GIVING US THESE ANGLES MAN. WTFFFFFFFFFFF???? BRO I CAN’T IMAGINE HOW THE JAMES LEE FANS MUST HAVE FREAKED OUT OVER THIS PANEL. HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA IM SOBBIN. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 (like, “Yes sir, let me sit on your lap.”) 

For the James Lee simps: If you were to be there watching, what would you do? 😈

LMFAAAAOOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO FUNNY SITTING THERE, LEANING ONTO THAT LOW ASS CHAIR. WHY IS HE LEANING BACK LIKE THAT? BRUH I’M DEAD. 😭😭😭💀💀💀💀💀 HE LOOKS LIKE HE NEEDS TO TAKE A SHIT DURING THIS MEETING WITH EUGENE, SO HE HAD TO LEAN BACK JUST TO HOLD IT IN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ayo Eugene, you better tell him once he does his part of the deal. No games pls, bc you play too much. 😘

[archiveikemen]

Abe no Yasuchika • Sutokuin/Akihito Main Story: Chapter 2

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection; expect mistakes, grammatical errors, and some creative liberties. All original content and media used belongs to Cybird. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

Read this before interacting│aikm’s Genjiden Glossary

Rikka: I heard about Tamamo forming a deal with a human being, but I’m curious to know what kind of person that girl is.

Yuno: Umm, I’m merely an uninteresting human being.

Rikka: Really? You don’t look that way, though.

His seductive smile up close made me reflexively back away.

Only for him to close up the distance between us again.

(W-What do I do…!?)

Yasuchika: Okay, that’s enough!

(…!)

Akihito: Yuno, come over here right now.

Yuno: O-okay.

(Are they perhaps helping me?)

Right as I was about to thank them—

Yasuchika: I heard Yukijorō have a secret hidden village of their own. Really?

Yasuchika moved to my previous spot and grabbed both of Rikka’s hands.

Rikka: Uh… it just got stuffy all of a sudden.

Yasuchika: Oh, you really aren’t a fan of heat. You have a low body temperature.

Rikka: Not that kind of “stuffy”. Hands off me at once.

Yasuchika: You look like a strong ayakashi in your own way, but I wonder what kind of special abilities you have.

Rikka: Are you even listening?

Yasuchika: This is a long-awaited valuable encounter, so let me study you in great detail!

(At least for Yasuchika’s case… yup, he definitely wasn’t helping me!)

Rikka: … Tamamo. What’s the deal with this funny human? He’s not holding back at all.

Tamamo: Abe no Yasuchika, an Onmyōji. Don’t hesitate to shake his hands off you.

I noticed Yoritomo-sama watching us, exasperated.

Yoritomo: Bunch of airheads.

Yoshitsune: But he indeed doesn’t seem like an evil ayakashi.

After discussing for some time, the conclusion was—

Rikka decided to stay at the palace and support us in battle.

Kagetoki: This is better than allowing a powerful ayakashi to roam free in Kamakura.

Yasuchika: Nice to meet you, Ri-chan!

Rikka: … Asking just to be sure. This is our first meeting, right?

Shigehira: I understand that feeling so well.

Shigehira-kun nodded solemnly.

Akihito: Yasuchika is a good boy who merely likes ayakashi a little too much. Please get along well with him.

(“A little”…?)

— And so, with much hustling around, we started making preparations for the battle against the undead.

Fortunately, there were no appearances of the undead over the next few days…

…

I had just returned to the palace after heading out to buy medical supplies for the battle, and I looked up at Rikka walking next to me.

Yuno: Still, were you really fine with it? You were swarmed by women.

(We ran into each other near the palace, so we walked back together.)

Rikka: Yeah. I would’ve kept those girls company if they wanted me to, but I have something I want to ask you.

(… I think it’s better if I don’t ask what he meant by “keep them company”.)

Despite having the appearance of a human being, his bewitching sensuality that attracts people around him was definitely like an ayakashi.

(But considering that Tamamo trusts him, he can’t be a bad person.)

Yuno: What did you want to ask me about?

Rikka: I’m curious to know how you feel about going into battle.

(Huh…?)

Rikka: I heard about what generally happened so far from Tamamo.

Rikka: You’re an ordinary person with a kind heart who got caught up in the conflict between the three factions, am I right?

Rikka: And this time, you were appointed as a medium of the underworld.

Rikka: Together with your former enemies Akihito and Yasuchika, you’re trying to go against fate.

(When I hear about it from another person’s mouth, it does sound like I’ve been through a lot.)

Rikka: For a normal human being, it wouldn’t be strange if you were to run away. But here you are.

Yuno: … Admittedly, I do feel unsettled. I think I’ll most likely be terrified when I actually face the undead.

Yuno: Besides, I… still don’t really understand what kind of people Akihito-sama and Yasuchika-san are.

(Now that we’re comrades in facing the undead together, I really want to talk to them more…)

(Yasuchika-san rarely leaves his room, and Akihito-sama is often busy, so we haven’t had many opportunities to talk.)

The two must be occupied with the preparation works for the battle.

Yuno: Like you said, they used to be frightening enemies I couldn’t get a hold of.

Yuno: We may have signed an armistice, but I still don’t know if everyone can work well together.

Yuno: However—

I recalled the sight of everyone’s backs in battle.

Yuno: Of course Yoritomo-sama whom I received a lot of support from, as well as Yoshitsune-sama, Akihito-sama… and everyone else fought hard for their own beliefs.

(That’s why it was a battle none of them could back down from. It’s truly a miracle that we were able to achieve peace.)

Yuno: Now that we have peace, I believe that we can definitely create a bright future together.

Yuno: Even if it’s different from the “predestined future” the Yamata no Orochi spoke of.

Yuno: The reason why I chose to help is because I want to see that future.

Rikka: I get it. You’re a brave one for wanting to go onto the battlefield for that reason.

Yuno: You give me too much credit.

Rikka: Really? Now you’ve piqued my interest in you even more.

(I don’t know how sincere Rikka is, but…)

(I guess I could use this chance to ask him about something I’ve been curious about.)

Yuno: By the way, you said that you came here to see Tamamo. Did you need him for something?

Rikka: Do I need a special reason for visiting a friend?

Yuno: That’s not true, but… it’s been a surprisingly long time since you last saw Tamamo.

Yuno: I was thinking that perhaps you had an important matter you wanted his help with.

(If that’s the case, I feel apologetic for dragging him into this.)

Rikka: … An important matter, huh. I wonder?

Rikka muttered and pondered while rubbing his temple.

Yuno: Rikka?

Rikka: — Nah, it’s nothing.

Rikka shook his head and looked at the corridor.

Rikka: That aside, look over there.

I looked in the same direction and saw a figure pacing back and forth along the corridor.

(Is that… Akihito-sama?)

Yuno: What’s he doing?

Rikka: Why don’t you go talk to him? This is a good chance to get to know Akihito.

After parting ways with Rikka, I went to the corridor where Akihito-sama was.

Akihito was pacing around a specific room,

He reached his hand towards the sliding door and retracted it as if reconsidering the action.

(I’m pretty sure that’s Yasuchika’s room.)

Yuno: Is something wrong, Akihito-sama?

Akihito: Yuno…

Akihito-sama turned to me, his eyes downcast.

After some hesitation, he opened his red lips.

Akihito: Actually, there’s something I want to ask of you.

Akihito: Could you check on Yasuchika for me?

Yuno: Did something happen to Yasuchika-san?

Akihito: Not in particular.

Akihito: But I’m sure he’s still upset about being unable to use his Onmyo magic.

(Eh…)

Yuno: Is he? He seemed like his usual self to me though…

(It’s true that he doesn’t leave his room often, but he looks the same as always whenever I see him around the residence.)

He’s been messing with Tamamo and Rikka, and conducting weird experiments in the garden, annoying Shigehira-kun.

Akihito: No…

Akihito-sama shook his head and cast a worried glance at the sliding door.

Akihito: He hasn’t even noticed me pacing up and down outside his room.

Akihito: Usually he’d notice my arrival just from the sound of my footsteps.

(He would!?)

(But then again, judging by Yasuchika-san’s devotion to Akihito-sama… they must have a very close relationship.)

(In that case—)

Yuno: Wouldn’t Yasuchika-san be happy to have Akihito-sama speak to him directly?

Akihito-sama responded with a slightly troubled smile.

Akihito: As much as I’d really want to do that, it’ll only make that boy work himself harder for sure.

(… I don’t know the details, but I have a feeling that there’s something going on between them.)

Yuno: I understand. If that’s the case, I’m worried about Yasuchika-san as well… I’ll go talk to him.

Akihito: Thank you.

Akihito: Keep it a secret from him that this was a favour for me, alright?

Akihito: If Yasuchika has been having trouble sleeping, I ask for you to help prepare some medicine to help him sleep better.

(I see. He’s worried about Yasuchika-san’s physical condition, so he asked me for help as an apothecary.)

(He’s this worried about Yasuchika-san, and yet he can’t talk to him himself.)

(Surprisingly, Akihito-sama has an awkward side to him too.)

After seeing Akihito-sama off…

I called out to Yasuchika-san from outside the sliding door to his room.

Yuno: Yasuchika-san. Can I talk to you for a bit?

There was a brief pause before Yasuchika-san opened the door slightly and poked his face out.

Yasuchika: Oh, it’s Yuno-san. What’s the matter?

Yuno: You haven’t been leaving your room often, so I wanted to check on—

While I spoke, I noticed blood dripping from the fingers on Yasuchika-san’s left hand.

Yuno: Are you hurt…!?

Yasuchika-san looked like he got caught red handed and hid his left hand from my sight.

Yasuchika: It’s nothing big. No worries.

Yuno: I can’t ignore that. Please wait a moment.

I hurriedly went to get treatment supplies from my room and rolled up Yasuchika-san’s sleeve.

There was a rather deep cut on his arm which I gently cleaned with a wet cloth.

Yasuchika: This little gash is nothing.

Yuno: This is no small wound you can simply ignore.

(There’s no way this isn’t painful at all, I wonder how he’s staying so calm.)

I paid attention to Yasuchika-san’s condition while treating his wound with medicinal herbs and a clean cloth.

(Yasuchika-san’s eyes appear slightly red. Akihito-sama was right about him losing sleep.)

(I was under the impression that he was being his usual self over the past few days… I was mistaken.)

Yuno: How exactly did you get this wound? It looks like it was caused by a blade.

Yasuchika: … Using blood as a medium makes powerful magic easier to execute.

Yasuchika: I thought I could at least use simple spells in my current condition if I tried that, but…

(Eh…? He did this to himself?)

I gasped at the realisation, and Yasuchika continued talking nonchalantly.

Yasuchika: It didn’t turn out as effective as I expected. While I did manage to use a spell, it’s not enough for use in combat.

Yasuchika: I need to try something else.

Yuno: B-but wouldn’t it be fine as long as you’re able to control each power on its own?

Yasuchika: Of course, but I want to conduct various experiments to accurately measure the current situation.

Yasuchika: It still feels weird being unable to use the Onmyo magic I’m used to.

Yasuchika: There’ll be trouble if I fail to protect Akihito-sama in times of crisis.

(How can he talk about such things as if they don’t bother him at all?)

Yuno: This might come off as irresponsible of me because there’s nothing I can do, but please don’t push yourself too hard.

Yasuchika: I’ll be fine! I’m used to pain.

His usual carefree smile carried a hint of pain this time.

(It might just be my imagination… but Yasuchika-san seems to be losing his mental stability.)

Yuno: At the very least, please take better care of your body.

Yasuchika: … Is that something important to you?

Yuno: Huh?

Yasuchika’s demeanour suddenly grew increasingly dangerous.

Yasuchika: I wonder why you’re being so tender and loving with me. Are you perhaps interested in me?

Yuno: Interested in…

Yasuchika: I was given the Hero’s Power, but I’m more of a villain than a hero.

Yasuchika: Don’t you think it’s a careless move to visit my room alone?

(Ah…)

Before I could escape, Yasuchika-san pulled me into his embrace.

Yuno: W-what are you…

No matter how hard I struggled, his unexpectedly strong arms didn’t budge.

Yasuchika-san cupped my cheek with a free hand.

Yasuchika: Although I may be fighting by your side for Akihito-sama’s sake this time…

Yasuchika: I might try to entice you, the one who’s contributed greatly to the Shogunate with your fox powers, and take you back to the Imperial Court with me after the battle.

Yasuchika: That way, you’ll remain useful to me in the event of the armistice being broken.

(What the…)

The staring from his eyes devoid of emotion gave me the chills.

Yet… at the very last moment, I managed to stop myself from fleeing.

Tools and books were scattered all over his room.

All of it seemed to reflect Yasuchika-san’s frustration and anxiety.

(The problem is definitely an extremely urgent one for Yasuchika-san.)

(Maybe I shouldn’t be speaking on it so carelessly…)

Yuno: … I understand. I won’t say anything more.

Yasuchika: I’m glad you do.

Yasuchika-san released me.

However, I looked up at Yasuchika-san without taking a step back.

Yuno: But please let me know if you hurt yourself again for reasons that can’t be avoided.

Yuno: I can’t leave an injured person untreated.

(This is the bare minimum I have to tell him as an apothecary.)

Yasuchika: …

Yasuchika-san appeared to be taken aback for a moment before giving me a wry smile.

Yasuchika: You really are so faithful to your duties.

Yasuchika: Got it. Sorry for being mean to you.

Yuno: … Same here. I apologise for disturbing you while you’re busy.

Yuno: Also, I’ll brew some mind calming tea for you later on to help you sleep better.

Yuno: You look sleep deprived.

Yasuchika: Ehh, you’re worrying too much.

Yasuchika: … But I know you’ll get mad at me again if I say that, so I’ll listen to the apothecary’s words. Thanks.

I felt relieved to see Yasuchika-san’s usual smile return.

Yuno: I’ll take my leave for now.

Yasuchika: Okay~

After Yasuchika-san waved me goodbye, I stepped into the corridor and took a deep breath.

(… If it weren’t for Akihito-sama noticing it, would Yasuchika-san continue overworking himself while concealing his weakness from others?)

(He might be more dangerous than I think.)

…

After Yuno left the room—

Yasuchika’s smile vanished and he hung his head.

Yasuchika: Overexerting myself is the only thing I can do.

Yasuchika: I’ll be useless to Akihito-sama if I can’t even use Onmyo magic properly.

…

That night—

(The sky grew dark while I was talking to the others and compiling a list of the necessary medical supplies.)

(Without knowing the scale of the upcoming battle, there’s a limit to how much we can prepare…)

(I should make some extra medicine in case of an emergency.)

…

While I was walking through the corridor after that thought crossed my mind, a flash of lightning split the darkness.

(…! It’s coming from the garden. That wasn't ordinary lightning. What on earth…)

I made my way to the garden and saw—

Ibuki: Seeing you this desperate isn’t half bad.

Akihito: Your character is as great as ever. [sarcasm]

Ibuki and Akihito-sama were having a face-off with their special abilities.

(Why are they fighting each other!?)

Akihito-sama was fairly exhausted, he had one knee on the ground and tried to catch his breath.

Yuno: Akihito-sama, are you alright?

Akihito-sama politely stopped me as I ran up to him.

Akihito: Thank you, but I’m fine. This was what I wanted.

(Huh…?)

Ibuki: This guy asked me for an unusual favour so I played along with it. I went easy on him, of course.

Yuno: An unusual favour, as in…?

Akihito: I can’t depend solely on Yasuchika. I must get better at using my special abilities.

Akihito: Honestly, I’m unsure if my curse and kotodama will be effective against the undead.

Yuno: Is that so?

Akihito: Curses are originally meant to torment the living.

Akihito: I won’t know for certain until I try it, but—

Akihito: I’m not confident it’ll work on the undead, as their existence in itself already defies the world’s logic.

(Come to think of it, the Yamata no Orochi said this to Akihito-sama back then…)

= Flashback Start =

Yamata no Orochi: You look like a unique human being as well, however…

Yamata no Orochi: Your abilities are not suited for carving out a future for the living.

= Flashback End =

(— Right, that’s what it said.)

(While I still don’t understand what it meant, it must’ve been referring to Akihito-sama’s curse.)

Akihito: Yasuchika also said that the Hero’s Power would be easier to use when accompanied by a familiar weapon, right?

Akihito: That’s why I thought of fusing the Hero’s Power with my special ability to form a way to attack the undead.

Ibuki: Most importantly, unlike Yoshitsune, this guy doesn’t have a body constitution that’s close to that of an ayakashi in the first place.

Ibuki: As you can see, using his special abilities for prolonged periods of time causes him to be in this state.

Akihito: You sound delighted.

Ibuki: I mean, go ahead and suffer all you want. I’ll keep you company if you wish.

The two exchanged sarcastic laughs.

(The relationship between these two looks different as compared to Yasuchika and Akihito-sama.)

Akihito: I’m sorry for startling you.

Akihito-sama said to me after Ibuki left the garden.

Yuno: It’s okay… but I was kind of surprised. I didn’t expect to see Akihito-sama training.

(Not only Yasuchika-san, but also Akihito-sama is this desperate.)

Akihito: You’re right. I suppose I am acting differently.

Akihito: There’s the thing with being granted the Hero’s Power too.

Yuno: … Are you unwilling to possess it after all?

Akihito: Rather than unwilling… I feel confused, I guess?

Akihito: I’ve never possessed power meant to help others.

Akihito-sama lowered his gaze and touched the bracelet he always wore on his wrist.

Akihito: It’s ironic enough that the cursed emperor was appointed as a hero. But if what Yamata no Orochi said is true…

Akihito: The lives of innocent civilians will be dragged with me if I die like I was originally fated to.

Yuno: Akihito-sama…

(Akihito-sama said before that he could gain a superior position amongst the three factions if he succeeds as a hero.)

(Perhaps, these are Akihito-sama’s true intentions instead.)

Yuno: You’re a kind person, Akihito-sama. More than I thought you’d be.

Akihito: Me?

Akihito: That’s not true at all. … Really.

Akihito: By the way, aren’t you afraid of talking to me like this?

Yuno: Huh?

Akihito-sama’s handsome face drew closer, sending my heart racing.

Akihito: I’m well aware that I was once a terrifying enemy to you.

[whumpshaped]

im asking more hungary questions today... do u celebrate mikulás day and if not what DO you celebrate? or is it just christmas the way we know it in america?

sorry if this weird, from what i've seen the celebration days seem to vary a lot so im curious!

-@rule-masochism

I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS.

SO mikulás is the hungarian word santa claus for anyone whos wondering. mikulás/santa day in hungary is on december 6th, and it's complerely separate from christmas. kids put their boots out in the window and receive treats and gifts in it! (yes i always put both boots out bc... choccy... i needed as much as possible...)

and u know how bad kids get coal in america or whatever? bad kids in hungary get smth called virgács. its this thing. it gets translated by google as like "rod" or "birch" its basically meant as like "u should be fucken beaten w this thing for being bad". from what ive always seen, most santa day packages have virgács in them lol but like, along w the treats. ive never seen a kid actually just receive that as like a punishment ajdjdk just as im sure not many ppl just receive coal for christmas

now christmas is totally different thats obviously on the 25th (in our household, the 24th, but we're the exception since thats normally just christmas eve) but... if santa came on the 6th then who brings the gifts, u might ask. BABY JESUS. ITS BABY JESUS! baby jesus brings the gifts...

as for some other customs, we dont do stockings as far as i know. santa and the reindeer are a popular motif and stuff but it doesnt quite make sense for christmas? it makes more sense for santa day on the 6th... idk as a kid growing up w hungarian traditions but A Lot of american influence, i kind of associate the reindeer and the sleigh with both holidays, but i also remember mixing them up and thinking baby jesus was going around in a sleigh- idk. weird times. kid brains do Things.

basically we have two separate holidays in december and on the 6th we get some chocolate and maybe some smaller gifts and then the actual big gift stuff comes on christmas. also leading up to christmas we do advent calendars which are also a thing in america i think. i always had so much chocolate in december bc i got TWO advent calendars with chocolate for every day from my parents and grandparents and then me and my brother also had an additional advent calendar that was a cloth thing that we hung up in our rooms with pockets for each day and every day some kinda treat would Magically Appear in it. so much chocolate.

also i have to tell this story- my mom unearthed some incredibly old letter i wrote as a kid to jesus (with my christmas wishlist). and listen... i had no idea where the man lived so i put down the address as heaven street 777... no further comment on the matter

oh also part of advent preparations is the advent wreath! we light a candle every sunday leading up to christmas. the one with the 3 purple and 1 pink candle is the traditional, the pink candle is lit on the third sunday. the colour purple represents fasting, repentance, and reflection. the pink candle is for joy and the virgin mary. separately, the candles in order symbolise faith, hope, joy, and love.

also if ur in church during the holidays (and ur catholic) then u know the priest also wears purple during the advent time (the other time he wears purple is easter and when ur one-on-one confessing). and he wears pink on the third sunday. thats just smth i mention bc i think its neat, i havent been to church in a decade lmao

thats all i can think of!

[lovelyney]

⎯⎯ CHAPTER THREE, ACROPHOBIA❞

DESC. acrophobia: the fear of heights

WARNINGS. none!! except it gets a tad angsty towards the end.

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YOU yawned, peering out the window and waiting for Xiao to return from his early morning adeptal duties. he mentioned he also wanted you to meet someone. you wondered just what this person was like, given how err—cutthroat Xiao was. in any case, it wasn’t a facet you minded. he treated you with a decent amount of kindness, and that’s all you could ask for. 

you diverted your attention to Kazuha, who sat at a desk and penned a poem. “w—would it be okay to say i’m a little worried? i know that Xiao’s a lot more. . . assertive than you.” you acknowledged.

the samurai chuckled and set his pen down to properly look at you. “i can understand why you might feel a bit nervous. . . but please don’t let it get the best of you. Xiao might seem rough around the edges, but he means well. i’m sure he isn’t going to have you do anything too extreme; he does care about you, after all...” he assured. “don’t mention this to him, but i don’t think he would’ve offered to carry you the whole back last night if he had bad intentions.”

in an attempt to hide your smile, you pursed your lips straight. “well, you got me there...” you uttered.  

“i’m back.”

you flinched and immediately turned around, sighing in relief when you came face to face with xiao. “archons, you really know how to make an entrance, Xiao,” you said without much thought, hand over your chest to calm your racing heartbeat. your cheeks erupted in crimson at the way he arched his eyebrow; you could almost hear his offended tone despite him not saying anything. 

fear quickly pulsated through your veins as you bowed your head apologetically. “wait! that—that came out more accusing than i wanted! i’m sorry! i—i didn’t mean it that way.” 

Kazuha stood up and carefully ruffled your hair, hoping to loosen up some of your nerves. “where have you decided you’re going to meet? it would be a lie if i said i wasn’t curious…” hummed the ronin. 

Xiao approached you, prompting you to recoil slightly before reaching up to brush the hair out of your eyes. “we’ve agreed on Mt. Aocang since there’ll be no interruptions,” he answered, a sense of guilt forming in his stomach when he regarded how you flinched.

every muscle in your body seemed to tighten at the mere mention of a mountain. although you climbed an entire peak, you were only up there for a brief moment. . . staying so high up for a prolonged period made your heart plunge to the bottom of your stomach.

a faint sigh fell from the adeptus’s lips at your silence. “there is no reason to fear, (NAME). i will ensure nothing bad happens to you in that timeframe.” he said.

you shook your head dismissively and smiled sorrowfully, “it’s not that i don’t trust being under your care, Xiao. it’s just that. . . you know where you caught me from.”

as if pierced by a sharp blade, his heart ached — similar to when you first woke up and accused of him saving you because he was “required” to. he sharply inhaled, “y—yes, i’m aware. . . but i vow that you won’t even come close to repeating that experience. that is—that is my promise to you as your protector.”

Kazuha gave a content hum, cradling the side of your head and pressing a soft kiss to your hair. “you hear that, kaze? you have nothing to fear. so enjoy yourself, mhm? don’t get into too much trouble without me,” he teased playfully.

you rolled your eyes. “what kind of trouble can you get into on a mountain? jumping off?” (I’M SO SORRY MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS WON ME OVER ON THAT ONE).

Xiao grabbed your wrist, snatching you away from the latter. “we’ll be back before sunset.” he conceded before teleporting the two of you outside, his fingers smoothing down your hand and braiding with yours.

you blinked and adjusted your eyes to the sudden blinding sunlight. rubbing them with your free hand, you realized how protectively Xiao held your other. what’s with these boys and holding your hand? again, you didn’t mind. . . just a genuine curiosity. 

you practically hugged Xiao’s back as you walked, the silence pivoting in the air making your anxiety freeze. “should i step back? i feel as if i’m too close...” you pondered to yourself.

your movement halted as you heard some kind of noise — one that didn’t sound human. you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to ignore how your heart nearly pounded against your ribcage.

“what’s the matter?” your friend asked, trying to conceal the concern in his voice.

“i—i think i heard something...”

Xiao closed his eyes and listened in, trying to make out any unusual sounds. letting out a low growl, he pushed you behind him. “stay behind me; do not move an inch until i say so. do i make myself clear?” he ordered and pulled out his spear, voice weighing thick with rigor.

you nodded and took a step back, allowing him the space needed to survey the surrounding area. it was times like these you wished you had a vision and knew how to properly defend yourself.

you shrieked as a group of hilachurls charged at you. you wouldn’t have felt as scared if it was just them, but followed was a shielded mitachurl — one much stronger than the others.

in the blink of an eye, Xiao scooped you up with one arm and cleared the area of all varmints. letting out a sigh of relief, he took a quick look around. “are you hurt?” he worried and looked you over for injuries, his gloved hand pressing against your cheek.

the simple press of his hands made your face burn up, his honey-colored irises staying locked on you as he waited for an answer. “no, i’m fine! t—thank...” your voice fizzed out as you felt his hands tighten around your waist. “thank you.”

his eyebrows furrowed. “hm, you say that, but your face is flushed as if you’ve suddenly fallen ill. . . do not lie to me; if you’re feeling unwell, then we must get you treated.” he said and brushed his fingers against your forehead.

you let out a weak laugh, “i’m—i’m not lying, i promise! it’s just that. . . you’re still, um, holding me, and it’s a little jarring...”

Xiao’s eyes dilated as he resisted the urge to drop you at the realization. “um, let’s—let’s just skip the walk there...” he grumbled.

your head tilted; not quite sure if you liked what that implied. before you could question how that was possible, you were taken to a completely different location — one much higher than the last.

your legs buckled from beneath you as Xiao carefully planted you on the ground and dusted himself off. you opened your mouth to say something, but all that came out was a choked breath, the fear in your system hijacking your ability to form words.

the anemo user’s hand cupped your jaw, guiding you to look at him. “keep your eyes on me, (NAME). don’t even bother looking out there. . . you’re safe with me; i won’t let you fall.” he mandated, fingers caressing your cheek.

you took a deep breath and nodded tentatively, hand clutching your heart to help ameliorate the anxiety that swallowed you — the warmth of Xiao’s hand grounding you to a certain extent.

“ah, there you are, Xiao. . . i must say, i wasn’t expecting to meet someone so close to you. a pleasant surprise, nonetheless.”

Xiao swung around and cleared his throat, resisting the urge to shake your hand off his arm for the sake of his pride. “Rex Lap—Zhongli. um. . . this—this is (NAME). and no, we—we aren’t exactly close, she’s just. . . under my care at the moment,” informed the adeptus, carefully guiding you forward. 

you flinched, his words slightly dulling your positive thoughts. “maybe i have been misreading the situation...”

Zhongli smiled warmly, “(NAME) is it? a lovely name for a lovely girl, i see. it’s a pleasure to meet you; you may call me Zhongli. i’m a good acquaintance of Xiao.”

bowing your head politely, you felt the tension in your body dissolve a little at the warmness of the stranger’s voice. “t—thank you, Zhongli.”

Xiao quietly scoffed and yanked you closer to his side, an unsettling and ugly feeling taking hold of his heart. “i met (NAME) under. . . unfortunate circumstances. you’ve been alive for millennia, and you’ve also saved my life countless times. . . do you think you could tell her what you know of mortal life and how it’s worth pursuing?” he requested, his hand hesitantly capturing yours.

he chuckled, Xiao’s actions not flying past the archon’s eyes. “of course, please follow me,” he smiled and beckoned you to follow behind him.

your legs trembled as Xiao stepped forward with you still clutching his arm. he glanced back at you with what you took as a sign of annoyance, causing you to drop your hold on him promptly. “i’m sorry! go on ahead, i’ll—i’ll catch up…” you stammered, (COLOR) irises flickering to the edge of the mountain.

he sighed, frowning at your rattled expression. “you’re under my care, petal. what makes you think i’m going to leave you alone when you’re too scared to even lift a foot off the ground?” he countered and hesitantly took your hand in his, flinching from the unnerving feeling in his chest. “archons, please don’t let my karmic debt hurt her. . . not when she needs me the most.”

your heart did cartwheels as your mind processed his words. somehow, hearing him address you by a nickname made you feel safer and closer to him. “you—you called me by a nickname. . . i, uh, thought we weren’t close...” you squeezed his hand as your legs regained their stability.

he opened his lips to speak, but all that came out was a long sigh. the way you worded that made it sound like you were disappointed. were you? he didn’t even mean to call you by a nickname, too; he considered them relatively meaningless, but he thought it suited you almost perfectly.

nervously taking his eyes away from yours, he pulled you forward to trail behind him. he refuted, “i—i didn’t mean to call you that. . . it—it was an error on my part.”

“ah...”

“b—but if you’d like me to keep calling you that. . . then i supposed i see no issue with it.”

AN HOUR LATER⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⟢

Xiao watched in irritation as you chatted with Zhongli, a cup of tea in hand. he let out a quiet huff, focusing on how your expression seemed to brighten with interest as you talked.

“one senses you’re feeling troubled, adeptus Xiao. . . perhaps, you’re feeling jealous because the girl’s attention isn’t focused on you?” Cloud Retainer, who showed up 10 minutes ago, pointed out. 

blood rushed to his face as he swiftly tore his gaze away from you and, instead, to the grass. “jealousy is a deplorable mortal belief that i don’t involve myself with. . . and—and i’m only watching over her, that’s it.”

she laughed, “you cannot fool me quite so effortlessly, conqueror of demons. one has been alive for decades and knows when another is smitten with someone. you say her name is (NAME), correct?”

Xiao would’ve chastised, “have you no respect for the ways of the adepti?!” if it weren’t for her actually being an adeptus. instead, he shifted his weight to his other foot, feeling the heat of mortification creep up his neck. in truth, he hadn’t labeled his feelings for you, and hearing cloud retainer say that he was smitten with you startled him because what if he was? 

“yes, her name is (NAME). . . and what of it?” commented the boy. the longer he stared at you, the louder his heartbeat became; maybe he was smitten by you. . . the way a smile graced your lips as Zhongli refilled your teacup, the way your (COLOR)-colored eyes seemed so trusting yet so. . . glossy, almost as if you expected something to go wrong at any moment. who wouldn’t want to take care of you?

“she seems rather. . . conflicted towards her surroundings. if one may be so bold to ask, has something occurred to have her hold such distrust towards the world?”

exasperated, Xiao looked in the direction of Qingce Village. “she hasn’t disclosed much information of her past, but what’s apparent to me is that something or someone hurt and/or traumatized her. . . i plan on finding out who; no one who purposefully hurts others deserves to walk this world. nonetheless, a mortal as pure as (NAME)...”

SUNSET⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⟢

“it’s clear to me that (NAME) is more than “under your care,” Xiao. . . you care dearly for this girl, do you not?” Zhongli concluded, staring fondly at the boy. 

Xiao’s face blossomed in red, an overwhelming feeling attacking him. relief? uncertainty? embarrassment? he wasn’t quite sure what to call it. “of course i care for her. . . you would too if you knew what she had gone through.” answered the adeptus, his eyes trained on you, who sat picking apart the petals of a qingxin. 

he smiled, “why hide such an endearing feeling from her? i’m sure it’d be an ample comfort to her that you care for her. . . she doubts herself in many ways.” 

the latter winced, the truth biting him harder than anticipated. he crossed his arms and stared dejectedly at the dirt. “these types of feelings are foreign to me, Zhongli. . . i—i don’t know what to do with them. (NAME)’s been through enough torment; i don’t want to add to it just because of some petty mortal feelings i don’t understand,” he confided, keeping his voice low.

Zhongli nodded, a thoughtful hum leaving his lips as he considered what to say. “sometimes, the ones we think we might hurt end up hurting themselves more than we could ever think of,” he acknowledged. “(NAME)’s a pure soul, a lost one, but pure, nonetheless. . . she needs to know that people see and hear her. it seems she places a lot of trust in you; i highly advise not to let that go to waste. . . there aren’t many people like that in the world.” 

“i’ll be on my way now. . . i do hope you greatly consider my words for (NAME)’s sake.” 

Xiao sighed and walked over to you, sitting down next to you on the cliffside. “how. . . how’re you feeling?” he questioned, his voice coming out as hesitant. 

you murmured, “i—i don’t know. . . i’m almost angry at everyone who’s deprived me for so long.”

the flame in his eyes flickered at your words. he plucked a qingxin from the ground and tucked it behind your ear, his gaze following yours out to Qingce Village. “so someone did hurt her...” “you. . . should’ve been angry a long time ago, (NAME). i don’t know what kinds of things you’ve endeavored, and i won’t make you tell me, either. . . but no one should ever feel like leaving this world is the only way to save themselves, not when mortal life is so delicate,” he expressed and admired how the colors of the sunset reflected in your eyes. “such pretty and sorrowful eyes...”

“sometimes, the ones we think we might hurt end up hurting themselves more than we could ever think of.”

slipping off his gloves, Xiao carefully took your hand in his, smoothing his thumb over your skin—an aching feeling gnawing at his emotions.

the feeling of skin against skin startled you, promptly causing you to turn to him. you withered at the sadness clouded in his eyes—the kind a sad puppy would have. “Xiao? are—are you feeling okay?” you worried, observing as he fumbled with your fingers.

“your skin. . . it’s as soft and pretty as the flowers that blossom on this mountain. yet you taint it with poison that you think you deserve...” he lamented and met your flustered stare. “if—if i vow to stay as your protector. . . breaths in and your. . . friend, would you handle yourself more gently?”

you laughed weakly as he fit his fingers between yours. “Xiao, you don’t—you don’t have to promise me anything. you’re not obligated to stay with me. . . not now, not in the near future.” you said, trying to ignore the bittersweetness that hung heavy over you. 

although you tried to suppress the pain hidden in your eyes, Xiao recognized it almost instantaneously. he countered, “who said i felt obligated?”

you bit the inside of your cheek. “ah. . . it’s a little rude to assume such a thing, i’m sorry. . . it’s just that i have a gut feeling that you find looking over me more of a chore than anything,” you uttered and looked at the ground in shame, voice as fragile and light as glass. 

a suffocating guilt infiltrated Xiao’s emotions. “archons, where did she get that idea from? have i really acted so harshly, or is it her self-doubt that’s speaking?” taking a deep breath, he raised your chin so he could look at you. “(NAME). . . i’ve already stated that looking over you isn’t even close to being a burden. i. . . i want to take care of you, and so does Kazuha. we’re doing this because—because we care, not for any other reason.” he clarified.

your heart skipped a beat as your nails scuffed the dirt. “i’m so scared to believe that someone wants to help me because that’s how i got to where i’m at now. . . but then i look at you and Kazuha, and i feel guilty for that mistrust. it makes me so angry that people plowed my trust in everyone because of how wrongly they treated me,” you spilled, biting back tears for your own sake.

Xiao nodded thoughtfully, sun-colored eyes softening. “petal, who. . . traumatized you? who cursed you with such awful thoughts?” 

your (COLOR) irises dulled with the sky, an alien wrath that had slept inside you, now finally awakening. squeezing Xiao’s hand, you finally decided to break the eternal silence your parents barricaded you in—shattering the clasps that bound your wings together. 

“my. . . my guardians abused me back in Qingce Village. . . they locked me in there so i couldn’t tell anyone. on that night you found me, i snuck out and climbed the peak to try and free myself from the pain they forced me to undergo...”

[paradoxcase]

Chapter 15 of Nona the Ninth

I wonder just how literal this actually is

I don't know that someone watching you like that necessarily means you're being protected in this city. So if this is about the Angel, what does Hot Sauce think Nona pretending to talk into a radio had to do with it?

I wonder if something has happened to Camilla and Pyrrha, like BOE didn't actually take them back to the apartment, or something? I would think that with Corona there nothing bad would happen, but who knows

Things Nona likes to eat:

Sand

Leaves

Ice cubes

Pencils

I'm not really seeing a pattern here with organic/inorganic or any kind of consistent textures she likes, but so far her likes do seem to be mainly texture-based rather than taste-based or something like that

I would think they were burning them because of some superstition that that was how they had to be killed, but I guess it's just because they want them to suffer? And even though burning is how they dispose of all bodies now, there are people who think necromancers can't be killed that way? At any rate, it seems unlikely that anyone will suspect Pyrrha's real reason.

It's interesting, when I read this back in Chapter 11:

I didn't initially get that Pyrrha had killed them, it was only when I reread the chapter again to do the writeup that I realized it. And at the time I was like, man, I'm glad I reread the chapter, because I'm super dumb and wouldn't have figured this out otherwise, but now I see that we're probably not meant to realize that Pyrrha killed them until right now in Chapter 15. Doing this as a liveblog and not letting myself read ahead until I've written something about the previous chapter has really had this effect where I figure out so many more things than if I were just reading it normally by myself. I don't know how much engagement I'd get if it were some other book that's less tumblr-famous, but honestly, this seems like a great way to read books to me

So I think Nona is definitely translating people's names automatically, and they must be using a language here that is different from whatever language Born in the Morning's name is actually in. The names Nona has used that don't seem to be translations so far are, if I've kept track right, are Camilla, Palamedes, Pyrrha, Judith, Kevin, and Joli. Presumably the main characters' names remain the same regardless so that the book is not completely confusing, but also I don't think these characters who only speak House would know the original languages that their names are in, and as I stated earlier, presumably Kevin doesn't know Irish. I wonder what Joli is supposed to mean, in what language? But I do note here that Hot Sauce doesn't correct her about Honesty's name, so Honesty's name may actually be in the language they are currently speaking. I don't think it was ever established what language they primarily speak at the school? Obviously the teachers have to be speaking to Camilla and Corona in House, but I somehow doubt that Honesty's name would be a House word

Right, I think someone told me this earlier, but this is where it's actually revealed in the text

I wonder if Nona fully realizes that Hot Sauce and Pash and the other people who hate the "zombies" consider Palamedes and Pyrrha part of that group? It seems like she should, but then she also says things like this

So I guess this is why they check to see if Camilla and Pyrrha and Nona are alive, because they are worried that they might put them in the car and then some off-screen necromancer explodes their bodies?

You know, I know the Nine Houses aren't great, but I think that might be a war crime, actually

So I would have thought that the Secret was going to be Nona's secret healing abilities, which she's talked about having to keep secret multiple times now, but this seems to be something else, something related to not having some organ? Obviously not a life-critical one, or Hot Sauce would assume there was some necromancy going on. But what non-life-critical organ could Harrow be missing, or did it go missing when she was revived by Pyrrha? It is true that Lyctors can't regrow organs

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - We are GoldenXXsection! (drama track)

Translation of the drama track "We are GoldenXXsection!" featured on the special disc of the 1st full album from Helios Rising Heroes.

Mostly TL'd it by intense repetitive listening.

I didn't think I'd do an other drama track so soon but I've been in such an idol mood... also I really love Only One, just had to TL the accompaying drama track.

TL note:

The XX is GoldenXXsection is silent(?) but I still wrote it like that because whenever they said the group name, it felt weird to leave it out. The group name also gets abbreviated to GS.

(Opening) 

Dino: We are GoldenXXsection!

(Drama track start)

Akira, Dino & Gast: Cheeeers!

Akira: …Puhah! Nothing beats a cold one after work!

Gast: Ahahaha, nice shot there Akira! Even though it’s just juice.

Akira: Heh, might be underage but don’t underestimate me! Gave it my all as much as everyone here. 

Dino: As Akira says, everyone did great work today. I did a bit of egosurfing and the fans seem to have enjoyed it too!

Akira: The live and handshake event was amazing, I wanna sing more~!

Dino: It’s great you’re full of motivation! It’s been exactly one month since you joined GoldenXXSection as a member. The amount of live goers increased too, so let’s put all the energy we can in doing even better!

Gast: I’ve also been seein’ lots of talk ‘bout on social media and television about us being an idol group on the rapid climb to fame. Look, even now they’re mentioning the GS handshake event got sold out on online news. Whatta strange feeling.

Akira: Hehe, obviously they’d go crazy about us. No way that I wouldn’t be in the spotlight!

Dino: Ahaha, that’s the spirit, Akira-kun! Totally what you’d expect from our ace here. Keep it up with going full throttle!

Gast: But y’know, becomin’ popular like this does make all the negative stuff pop out quite a bit for me.

Akira: Huh? What’cha mean with negative, Gast? Is there some kinda punk that got beef with us?

Gast: Man, why’s your bloodlust so high? It ain’t that, I’m talkin’ about how there’s bad comments online and all that. Well, Akira you don’t bat an eye at these things. Since you barely touch any phone or computer.

Akira: W-who cares? The producer said I’m fine the way I am.

Gast: Yeah, you’re fine as is. Though uploading pics you happened to take with me or the other members does get received well on the contrary. 

Akira: Hmph. …Moving on- what kinda stuff are they writing?

Gast: Let’s see… what I noticed a lot recently was.. 

Dino: Ah… “The members of GS don’t seem to get along well” type of comments. I see these often too.

Gast: Yep, exactly that. All sorta things floatin’ around on how we’re on bad terms. To the point of trending the other day.

Dino: On the day we had a live before, right. It looked like a lot of people somehow got the wrong idea after watching our performance on stage. 

Gast: Uuuh… Gottem. These ones right here.

Akira: Lemme see….

“Asch-kun seemed to be in a bad mood again today.” 

“Asch-kun immediately left after the live ended.” 

“Asch-kun’s the only one without a picture taken in the dressing room?” 

“Wonder if GS doesn’t get along after all…” 

What the hell! Everything’s mostly about Asch!

Asch: Haaah?

Dino: Asch… there you go sitting somewhere all on your own again. We’re having a wrap up party after all, so come join in on the fun with everyone.

Asch: Fuck off. Got no intentions to be buddy buddy with any of you. 

Gast: Ahahah…They ain’t necessarily wrong, ‘bout the bad terms.

Akira: Hold on, I’ve been wondering about it the entire time. Ya don’t wanna get along, but why do you bother showing up at every wrap-up party then?

Asch: ‘Cuz it’s my chance to eat, what else. I get hungry doing lives, so I come here to scarf down some food.

Dino: You see, about Asch- he loves the chicken wings they serve at this restaurant. That’s why we choose this place every time for our little wrap up parties too.

Akira: HUH!? That’s why!? And I kept wondering why we’re only coming here, I wanna go to other places and eat something else for a change~!

Asch: Shuddup! Don’t complain about it, you brat. I’ll wreck you.

Akira: Haaahn? Wanna go at it?

Gast: Oi- calm down, Akira! And you too Asch, leave the things Akira says for what it is.

Asch: Hah? The hell do I have to sit back and take whatever this uncourteous brat hurls at me. Don’t fuck with me!

Gast: Sigh… it’s been like this ever since Akira joined. Wasn’t much in the mood to do things normally even before them rumors ‘bout not getting along. 

Dino: I know all too well where you’re coming from, Gast-kun. I feel the same about Asch’s unsociability.

Gast: Well, we’ve been doing this with the three of us the entire time, and then suddenly Akira showed up. 

Don’t really understand the whole feeling of it bein’ unacceptable… but even then this is way beyond saving.

Asch: Oi, Dino. Heard anything from the producer about the next song?

Dino: Huh? Ah, he’s still lost on what direction we should go in though.

Asch: Then let him make a song with me as the focus.

Dino: Eh?!

Asch: And leave the producing up to me since he can’t make up his mind. 

Dino: H-hold on there Asch! You’re going way off the rails, you know we’re on the side of getting things produced for us.

Asch: Off the rails? You idiot. Don’t you get it how goddamn boring it got ever since this brat joined and we’ve been only getting songs we’ve seen dozens of times.

Akira: Ghgh--! Haaaah!?

Gast: Calm down you two! Calm, down!

Dino: If I had to say, Akira joining finally pushed our group in a nice direction. Don’t you see the value of it, Asch? 

Until now we had Gast for visuals, Asch for rap, and I focused on dancing, but then Akira came in with his amazing singing skills, and it was clear as day our group felt complete. That’s how I feel about it.

Gast: All this ruckus in the media did happen after Akira joined as a new member too.

Dino: Mhm. But I can’t say Akira’s the only one doing all the leg work here. Our group name “GoldenXXsection” comes from the golden ratio. By putting all four of us together, we finally achieved an amazing balance for the first time. 

Asch: Tch. None of it makes no sense. Whatever, if he ain’t gonna budge from being the center, then some force will do. 

Akira: Gonna force me? Ya do wanna go at it, huh!?

Asch: Hah, yeah I do. Fights are where your fists do the talking. You lil’ piece of shit brat!

Dino: Wait- wait, wait Asch! Don’t do anything stupid now!

Asch: Stay out of it, Dino! These kinda guys need to know what pain feels like for once.

Gast: Ah… ummm… what we do is idol stuff, don’t we?

Dino: Aaaah! Look everyone! They served us some new drinks! How about we pull ourselves together and have another round of drinks!

Gast: O-oh! Yeah! Let’s do that! Akira, show me what’cha got again! 

Akira: Huhn? Ugh… if I have to. 

Asch: Oi, hold it there you!

Dino: Asch.

Asch: Tch….. Huh…?

Gast: What’s wrong, Asch?

Asch: Oi, who did this. Which fucking guy mixed up grapefruit juice with grapefruit sour!

Gast: Eh?

Asch: This place oughta know how I’d never ask for alcohol. Was it some newbie!? Is there some goddamn useless newbie around here!?

Dino: Oh come on, what are you thinking of doing now?

Akira: *gulp*... Aaaah, grapefruit juice sure hits the spot!

Asch: Haah?

Akira: Mine’s just normal juice. I wonder why Asch’s got messed up. 

Asch: You… why the hell are you drinking MY juice for!?

Akira: Hold on- this is my juice right here. I only drink non-alcoholic ones.

Asch: As if I give a shit! Even then, that grapfruit juice was MINE. 

Akira: Hah!?

Dino: Asch I told you to keep it cool! You’re being way too irrational. We can ask for another juice, and I can drink up that grapefruit sour instead. So let’s stop with causing trouble for this restaurant, okay?

Asch: Kgh…

Gast: …Ahahahah… well, I get why you’re up in arms about it. Pretty surprisin’ that you can’t handle alcohol. 

Asch: Shut it you! I’ll make you pay for it if anyone overhears that. 

Gast: Wha- don’t gotta tell me! I’m not that tactless, your secret’s safe with me. We’re the same in that regard either way.

Dino: Uh-huh. How was today’s handshake event, Gast-kun?

Gast: Guess I did my best more than usual. I reached my limit after 15 mins and was allowed to take a break for a bit, but Asch who was next to me had istened to my favor and dealt with the fans in my place.

Asch: Hmph… Got quite the nerve to be an idol when you’re bad at dealing with women. Get it under control before word gets out. 

Gast: Y-yeah… but today went smoothly ‘cuz of Asch! Thanks for that. 

Dino: That’s it! Exactly just that!!!

Asch: Hah?

Dino: I said it earlier too but GoldenXXsection achieved a great balance for the first time with all of us together. 

Asch follows up on Gast who’s not good with women, I follow up on Asch who can’t drink alcohol, and Gast follows up on Akira who’s bad at using smartphones- just like that, whenever someone falls behind on something, each member can pitch in and help out. 

It’s all evens out nicely, don’t you think? 

Gast: Right… that might just be the case when putting it like that.

Asch: Hmph, you’re reaching way too far.

Akira: Say, now that you mentioned it, what are we following you up with, Dino?

Dino: I get lonely easily, so eating with everyone like this, and hanging out does more than enough for me. Everyday is fun thanks to you guys! 

Asch: Tch, that doesn’t have anything to do with idols!

Dino: Ahaha, yep. Seriously though, after everything’s said and done, this group really is a perfect match. I’m happy I can be an idol with you guys! Love and peace!

Gast: Ahaha, there it is! That trademark love and peace! Since Dino said so, I’ll be stickin’ with you guys till the very end. 

Akira: Me too! I got confidence in my singing, I’mma go all out with hyping it up! Ooooh VOLTAGE MAX! 

Asch: Shut up! Just what part of this made that voltage max! Think before you speak!

Dino: Nihihi~ I’m sure all that stuff about being on bad terms will be gone before you know it! Because we’re GoldenXXsection!

[history-detective]

BlackStar ~Theater Starless translation

Season 1 – Episode 8:

Chapter 5– Then, I'll compete for you.

(Akira, Kokuyou, Takami, MC)

Kokuyou: ......Jeez, it's so annoying. What's with that Hari guy?

Takami: It looks like Kei has granted him access to backstage. I heard he is trailing Mokuren.

Kokuyou: No way that guy is going to be put into W. Sorry, that guy is such a bonbon.

MC: Hello~.

**sounds of a cigarette being put out**

Kokuyou: ......Why did you put out your cigarette? You just lit it, did you not?

Takami: Because she came. I also thought the smoke was bad.

MC: I'm sorry, I had to leave you with my concerns.

Takami: You don't have to worry about it. I did it because I wanted too.

Akira: Kokuyou, you should also put out your cigarette~.

**sounds of cigarette being put out again**

Kokuyou: Oi, Akira, what are you doing? Don't suddenly show up and act how you want.

Akira: This is a customer business, so you have to carefully watch your manners. Hey~, MC.

Kokuyou:Haa?......that's right, she is also a customer.

Takami: What do you mean?

Akira: Miss Koharu's teachings. Kokuyou, you are dutifully protecting them.

Kokuyou: Shut up.

Akira: Hey, Takami, did you hear that?

Akira: It seems that Mokuren had a competition with Hari the other day.

Takami: Ah, it seems so. I heard that you [MC] were present at the time?

MC: Yes, it was amazing how close Hari was to Mokuren.

Akira: Got given a name, goes in and out of backstage.....I wonder if he will going Starless.

Takami: If Kei allows it, I think it will be like that.

Kokuyou: That guy really does whatever he wants.

Akira: Kokuyou, you look like you aren't interested, but you're actually curious, right~.

Kokuyou: Huh? You're just saying that.

Takami: Personally, I want you to be a little more interested in it. I think this could cause a crisis for Team W.

MC: .....Is that so?

Akira: Ah, you realised. As expected of Takami.

Takami: Well, just in case.

Takami: A showdown between Mokuren and Kokuyou would be a bit nerve wracking, no matter who wins.

Kokuyou: Of course I will win.

Takami: Then Mokuren might leave, right?

Akira: That's right. The power comes from Kokoyou but the style is from Mokuren.

Akira: If Mokuren leaves, our performance will decline.

Kokuyou: Are you looking to provoke me? If so, I can teach you by force.

MC: Eh, ah, excuse me.

Akira: Ah, oh, no no, Kokuyou is really violent, don't you think so?

Takami: Too bad Akira. I'm going to get involved in your fun.

MC: Are you going to compete?

Kokuyou: I was being serious, but if you decide to just play around then that's fine.

Kokuyou: Forget about Mokuren.

Kokuyou: Orginally, he tried to leave when Starless was in a mess.

Kokuyou: Even Starless is not worth much for him.

Kokuyou: Even without him, Starless doesn't change. I won't allow it to change.

Kokuyou: He and I achieve what we see. The things I carry on my back are also different.

Akira: But Nekome might be disappointed. He was the one who picked up Mokuren, wasn't he?

MC: Nekome?

Takami: Who is Nekome? Was he a person who was here before?

Kokuyou: -----Akira. I told you not to speak that name.

Akira: That might have been the case~~. You're getting so serious, right, Kokuyou?

Akira: Sorry, MC, you were surprised.

Akira: That's because he is really violent. It's better to not be left alone with him.

To be continued.....

DISCLAIMER – This is not an accurate translation! Please do not steal. Please let me know of any corrections and what I translated wrong- I may have just written what I think works best, but if you think otherwise, let me know. :)

[sansloii]

Name: Hollis! ( though, i go by Marshy as well and have for about 6 years )

Pronouns: she/they

Preferred comms: discord because tumblr ims are questionable at best. i also uninstalled the app because of how often it would just randomly crash for little to no reason so.... if you want to reach me, disco is the safest bet

Name of muse(s): I have eight wonderful creatures of varying temperament. Batch 1 was Mikah. Batch 2 was Penelope, Wynn, Evan, Dakota, and Joseph. Batch 3 was Roderick and Andris. I also am working on fleshing out Vega properly but he's not quite done yet.

Experience in RP: in about 2012-ish, i was into f.andomstuck and i had an oc for that until like.... 2014-ish? it was baby's first blog and i didn't really know what I was doing. I had fun, while it lasted, but i also knew some of the people in this community ( like they went to the same high school as me ) so any issue we had on tumblr would translate into lunchroom confrontations. I didn't enjoy that part so much and my interest for it fizzled out by the time i graduated. then, i jumped over to the fire emblem fandom and made an oc for fire emblem awakening! i think i stayed in that rpc until 2016/2017 and i had two ocs, a mother and her son from the future, that i still very much adore. there were ups and downs and i feel like i was taught.... multiple frustrating lessons during my tenure there. it did help me develop my writing a lot and i have to say that i'm honestly better off having taken the chance to do it.

lastly, i ended up here in 2017 and i'm not leaving. i also have another massive oc blog i'm slowly reworking but i'm trying not to stress myself out lol.

Best experiences: it's very difficult to put specific experiences into words because most of it, for me, is vibes. my best experiences have been interactions and plots with people that I not only get along with but like... you know--we understand each other. like if i decide that i'm not going to rp on tumbles for a month and maybe just stick to headcanons, i can do so without fear that you think i'm wasting your time. or that we can pick up where we left off and it's okay if you respond to the months old thread you had with me. or! we can just stay up until the wee hours of the morning talking about ideas or blorbos or getting really into a discord rps. like it's the vibes that i can come to you like a fart in the night with a gifset or image like "hey this is our muses" and, likewise, you can do the same with me.

to those of you who i vibrate at the speed of light towards at any given moment, you know who you are. thank you for being patient with me and giving me the space to vibe with you :)

Pet peeves / dealbreakers: i feel like every time i open my mouth about pet peeves i have, i sound like a crotchety old person that always has something negative to say deep down ... but w/e. it's my soap box.

i've noticed that since i've come back, it feels like i have to be the one that's chasing some people for interactions or plots more often. or like. right out the gate, they wanna jump from A to Z and be best buds and whatever so we can speedrun everything. or... i'm expected to or have to do most of the work because they're quite literally doing none of it after expressing interest. and like some of that isn't inherently bad! i'll be the first to admit that if we're friendly enough and progress something enough to where it's like... an established thing? we can have something going faster than the speed of sound after that. we can have multiple ships, a dedicated au, a whole slew of worldbuilding shit together and i won't care because i know said person on some level. and that took time + a whole slew of back and forths.

however, it doesn't feel great to express that "hey i want to plot something but it'll take time and like... if we're shipping on top of that, it'll take double that amount" and watch, in real time, as that person just... eventually leaves you on read. and/or just doesn't interact with your content anymore. and i can tell the difference between being preoccupied/ having not great week/taking a break from tumblr entirely/being slow and being put on a shelf/ barely acknowledged very clearly. i shouldn't have to feel like i'm competing for a slot or something, which is the vibes i got sometimes and ( as you would expect ) didn't like.

this isn't directed at anyone i'm currently following, ofc. i know i am not perfect but i also know that i am an extremely patient person, which is how I want to be treated. It's very frustrating to try and try and try again only to get the bare minimum from people i genuinely wanted to interact with. but c'est la vie--such is life--and i move on. i, like many others, have limited time to be on here and if something doesn't bring me joy after a month, two months, three months, I'm more than willing to part with it. there has to be effort on both ends in some way and if you want me to pat your ass, pat my ass too.

Muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ): you cannot make me choose. now, does that mean that I write them all in equal amounts? certainly not. but it really depends on my mood. sometimes, all i wanna do is talk about soft moments. other times, i want to put my muses in a blender and watch them process what's happening to them. occasionally, i'll let them roam free and be as horny as they like. the key is to always cycle through the three so you don't get burnt out on any one of them.

Plot or memes: uuuuuhhhh it depends? plots are my fucking jam and i like having a general storyline to follow when writing and then figuring out the little details when we get to them. it's a long process but i enjoy the wait and the buildup more than i enjoy air so djsfdvdfvd--

buuuuuut i also think memes are a valueable, valueable springboard into interactions. and plotting straight outta the gate can be intimidating for some. plus, if you want to plot but your head is empty atm, finding and sending memes with the same vibe as the plot point you wanted to discuss is helpful! i'll admit that i'm not great at sending in memes but it's not for lack of wanting to. it's more not knowing what to send and picking a muse to send along with it that trips me up. Plus, not being here most of the day tends to mean i miss a lot of meme reblogs orz

Long or short replies: long replies but i do trim them shorter or rewrite portions of them. sometimes, i will write what i deem to be "too much" for a reply ( e.g: my partner has like 350 words and i'm sitting at like 625 words ) and i'll go back and edit it down to 450-500 if i find stuff that doesn't really move anything along or is just needless padding.

Best time to write: it used to be late night but i pass out too often for that to be effective anymore ( because of my sleep schedule for work ), so i tend to favor late mornings and early afternoon. if i'm writing late at night, it's because i didn't have time during the day to do so.

Are you like your muse(s): n...not really in most cases. like we share some traits here and there but for the most part, my personality, sense of style, and morality deviates from most of them.

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how does Mace get along with the other Jackals? I love how complex/layered your headcanons of him are and I wonder how you think it computes with his team.

omg good ask 🥺 ive had one ask about all the jackals which i answered and touched on how they interact w each other here. the rundown though is i think mace and azur probably get along the best. but him and zane are on good terms too! azur is just much easier to talk to and really like. seems to enjoy talking and i think mace is just a really good listener hes a good second part to a conversation. he knows a lot and is also willing to learn a lot. in some grinch headcanons i specifically mentioned that him and mace will debate but grinch will take up like. opposing arguments simply for the sake of arguing bc its fun to him mace is fun to him. grinch really is like the krueger of the group so he does enjoy working people up just not to the same level as goug lmao. this also does not translate to grinch getting on mace's nerves or anything except for like. shortlived moments. overall i think mace would also think grinch is funny bc he Does have a good sense of humor. and ive said a couple times i think jackals is probably the best group to work with bc zane is a very like hands on boss it probably seems very similar to working with price tbh. very well guided and clear in intent. and i think mace would just really appreciate that and seek to emulate it when hes the one leading a squad

i think esp w azur it helps that he hasnt seen like a Bad Side to mace. he hasnt really seen his selfishness come out bc hes very guarded. hes clever about what he tells and shows to other people while also being super aware of his own actions. i do think zane and grinch would pick up on him being like this but azur is a little bit more trusting and doesnt like to pry.