#it's only what they perceive as good tho because you will NEVER EVER catch one of these bitches daring to say that a woman can be just as

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

One of the biggest problems with women is that they measure their worth based on how much they "can be and do stuff like a man".

[toiletology]

Explaining the difference between 4D and 5D reality.

4D (density) is the next step outside of your current 3D reality. You can think of your current reality as a cube and the next step as the tesseract. It happens in your mind first, which then starts to shape your surrounding reality. Its a dimension that co-exist with the reality everyone is already experiencing, they just can't perceive it (yet).

Ascension/Rapture only happens on an individual basis. If you're waiting around on a savior or one mass wave or aliens beaming you up. Its not going to ever happen.

Even the aliens are bound by the laws of God. Which means they can't infringe on our rights/free will or free choice to choose to ascend. They must operate outside of our perception indirectly, just as God does.

If you've been waiting for something to happen in regards to ascension or rapture I recommend stop waiting. It will never happen globally.

I managed to ascend into 4D multiple times over the years. Finally in 2024 I am able to hold onto 4D permanently. Needless to say it is extremely hard and took me about 2 1/2 decades (24 years) of practice/learning/constantly searching, etc.

Once you are in 4D you are then able to start stepping into 5D. 5D for me is exactly like how it was for me from 3D to 4D. I can't hold onto 5D for very long. I managed to hold onto it for a few weeks on this last planetary alignment in June 2024.

The main difference between 4D and 5D is your belief in yourself. Of course you have an insane belief in your creative abilities in 4D, but you are still victim of your 3D doubts/insecurities.

In 5D you are creating magic with every step you take. So its harder for doubts about yourself to come into your mind. Your basically able to bend the laws of reality to your will much much easier.

The problem with 5D is it feels like fire on the inside of your body. While also simultaneously being weighed down by gravity. It can be a very unpleasant feeling if you're not strong mentally and physically. I am still getting used to the feeling and it usually will make me not be able to move like I am heavily sedated.

It bounces around from heavy sedation which makes it hard to work, to a heavy pull to move and work. I prefer the pull to move and work more so than the heavy sedation.

In Toiletology we call this high the SAUCE, SPICE, SLACK, SCENT, ACE, AMBROSIA, NECTAR, LOOSH, etc. It basically shows you, you are in perfect harmony with the one true creator of reality. It feels like you are a fully fed energetic vampire aka E-Vampgelical. (good vamp, not a bad one) Side note I did have my incisors shaved down when I was 19 because they were too vampiric looking.

Whatever 4D/5D muscle that is inside of us maybe the Pineal gland, tho it feels like a full body muscle that doesn't exist. Mine is still fairly weak and I am still working on developing it so it can handle the gravity/weight of it better .

5D for me right now is basically trying to catch the next celestial wave and learning to ride that wave as long as I can. When I'm riding this wave perfectly I can accomplish goals and create at a much more rapid rate. Ideas flow crystal clear, I can basically learn at a faster speed and figure out solutions to my problems much quicker. My intelligence is also a lot higher maybe even double what it is on average.

What everyone needs to realize is that we are already in heaven/hell here on Earth. The Garden of Eden is all around us. This human meat suit we call our bodies is made out of light and sound. Closer to to body/spirit/soul. This matter or material is nothing more than a holo-fractal illusion.

Once you realize this truth you realize you have the powers of God inside of you waiting to be unlocked. You don't need any mass awakening or savior figure to come save you.

Mark 9:23 "And Jesus said, [You say to Me], If You can do anything? [Why,] all things can be (are possible) to him who believes!" .

Its all about believing in yourself and locking onto the frequency of God which is the frequency of LOVE!

[mayaflowerxs]

NSFW Alphabet w/Winwin

Warning: smutty!

Dedicated to: anime804

Aftercare:

I’m going to be honest, I see this man not doing much aftercare. If anything I think he will get cleaned up, maybe shower and go on with his day. Maybe if you guys had rough sex or it was just a very intimate moment he’ll spend the next half an hour running his hand through your hair. Little pecks on your temple as he helps clean you up. Ask if he went a little too hard or if everything was okay. Not saying he won’t care about it at all but just isn’t one who goes to great limits for aftercare.

Body Part:

He gives me fingers type person. He loves interlocking his fingers with yours. Loves playing with them and anytime he yearns for touch he goes straight for them. He might get irritated when you don’t get the hint about wanting to play with him (either holding them or playing with your rings/tattoos if you have any), so he’ll resort to snatching your hand and interlocking them. Not sparing you a glance as he goes on with his day like nothing.

Cum:

He doesn’t have a specific place he would like to climax usually he would let you decide. Lots of times though his loads are very intense when you suck him off. If not he’ll just release inside of you but with a condom on. I see him as someone who isn’t into the whole messy side and would find it annoying to have to clean the sheets because you two can’t seem to not cum on them.

Dirty Secret:

He secretly loves it when you’re on his lap. Usually he seems to be one who really isn’t to pda. Doesn’t really show much affection until he gets the sudden urge to hold you. You usually don’t sit on his lap but the one time you two were hanging out with the boys but no seats left you sat on his lap. When seeing his shocked face you went to get up and apologize but he only gripped your hips to keep you put. You never realized he was growing a hard on which was a shocker to him. He won’t tell you he likes you sitting there because every time you do he gets turned on and he thinks by you knowing you will think he’s a horny pervert and won’t ever sit on his lap again :(

Experience:

Completely honest, I think he wouldn’t be that experienced. Ever since he was a child he always did things. Always had a busy schedule and always determined to achieve great things. I don’t think he would’ve been one to really look for a relationship until he met you and you was just so damn charming to him he couldn’t continue he day without thinking about you. But when you two did have sex for the first time he pretty much knew everything. Just because he didn’t date a lot doesn’t mean he hasn’t done such naughty things.

Favorite Position:

I can see him loving reverse cowgirl and ballet dancer. He loves seeing you bounce on him, seeing himself get swallowed by your walls really gets him going. And ballet dancer well he really just likes the closeness. Seeing your face contort in pleasure because of him, determination and adoration written on his face as he swoons when hearing your moans only ever get louder.

Goofy:

He usually isn’t goofy but he gets very touchy tho. He’ll become this soft babie he’s tried not to show too much because of how much he gets coo’ed at by the others.

Hair:

I see him keeping it bare there but occasionally have a few strands on there.

Intimacy:

I see him as one who’s all about intimacy. Sees he’s kinda closed off he feels the need to reassure you just how much he loves you even if he doesn’t have. Very sensual, maybe gets rough and fast but before he climaxes he goes softer and slower wanting to climax with you. Cupping your face as he asks you if you’re close.

Jerk Off:

Yes. He would just not as much as the other boys. If he does it he absolutely makes sure he’s all alone, jerking off to pictures of you. He probably wouldn’t call you because he’s embarrassed and worried what you would think of him even though it’s completely normal to do so. So even after he’s done he wouldn’t be completely satisfied. You would know he jerked off because usually he takes you unexpectedly and starts touching you, his way to signal you he’s in the mood. That only ever happens when he jerks off few hours prior.

Kink:

Has a receiving oral fixation. He really loves it when you suck him off. Also anything that has to do with fingers he’s into it. Either finger fucking you, having you suck on his fingers as he hits it from the back, interlocking them while he’s climaxing literally anything he’s all for it.

Location:

I see him as one who would really like having sex in the living room or bathroom. He finds you very, very attractive having water drops run down your body as the room fogs up. At this point it’s either water or sweat but it doesn’t matter because he still loses it seeing you all watery as your begging for more. Living room, he finds it very comforting and relaxing. Like if you two were having lazy sex he would most likely want to do it there. Having you slowly bounce on his cock as the show on the tv was long forgotten. His pants barely down enough to free his cock. Even if he was mostly covered he would have you stripped to nothing. A hand grabbing your hair back as he held your hips, motioning for you to pick up the paste.

Motivation:

Stress. You two would probably do it when you guys really feel lovey dovey but when one of you two or both feel stressed you guys use that as momentum to fuck each other’s brains out, rough or slow it’s happening.

No:

Not into pegging. He’s low key a dom and even though you try to baby him to annoy tf out of him once you go too far he has you pinned on the cushions of the couch, jackhammering you not caring if one of the boys walk in any second. He’s also not one into threesomes or toys. Just overall a no.

Oral:

He’s not good at giving oral mainly because it’s all in his head. He thinks you won’t feel good so he won’t even try to have that discussion but you. Yeah he absolutely loves it when you suck him off dry. He loves seeing your beautiful eyes twinkle at him, you look so cute and innocent even though your mouth is full of his cock.

Pace:

He usually goes fast in the beginning. Mainly because he can’t wait no more, the foreplay already pushing him to the edge and really needs you. But as the time goes on he goes slower to feel every inch of you, also reminding you the love he has for you.

Quickies:

Not into quickies. You would probably would want to have one with him when you just really need him but he will not budge. Walking away with a smirk telling you to be patient and wait until you two get home. That little shit head.

Risk:

He’s not one for risks. He wants you all to himself and doesn’t like it when anyone even jokes about you about such vulgar ways. He even hates it when someone checks you out, so he definitely wouldn’t think about touching you or getting you turned on because the chances of someone seeing already ticks him off. Only he can see you hot and bothered.

Stamina:

He can go for a while. I mean have you seen his dancing and gymnastics? He can go on for like four rounds and you’re already delirious with just the first one. When you get like that he would probably taunt you about being weak and smirk when you push him back until he’s the one underneath. He likes seeing you think you’re dominating him only to pin you back down a second later.

Toys:

Absolutely not. He’s the type to remind you that whenever you need some attention just to come to him. He literally dislikes the idea of you using one to the point where he literally told you that he consents to somnophilia just in case you get horny on the middle of the night and need some dicking.

Unfair:

Literally is all about teasing. He loves seeing you on edge and as soon as your about to climax he pulls out with a shit eating grin. Either he’s teasing you with his fingers or dick. You probably won’t ever go a time you two have sex where he won’t give you some sort of teasing.

Volume:

Quieter the most. He wouldn’t be completely silent but he breathing and hitches are definitely audible. He really wants to hear you lose yourself so he’ll hold back any grunts just so that he won’t miss a single moan from you, but if he really missed you or was really sensitive by how stimulated you got him by sucking him off you will definitely hear a few whimpers leaving his mouth. Especially when he’s climaxing, he’ll tighten his grip on your hands and whimper in the crook of your neck concentrating in emptying every last drop.

Wildcard:

He loves hand holding. Either it’s out on the street or in bed fucking you balls deep he loves holding your hands. He interlocks his fingers and pins them over your head, in a way it gives him momentum to continue thrusting deeper and harder. One time he got so caught up in climaxing he forgot to hold your hands. Barely enough time to catch your breath he switches position and already lining himself again, kissing your lips and whispering to you to get ready for another round and this time he’ll do it right. Yeah that next round became three more rounds. Poor you.

X-ray:

I think he would be average. Now I don’t know how you perceive average but I know for a fact it’s not 8 inches or 3 inches neither. I definitely think he would be longer rather than thick.

Yearning:

He’ll usually need you at least three times every two weeks? I don’t think he would be one to need you every single day of the week especially since how busy he gets. But when he really misses you or just wants to do nothing but be with you he’ll take that time to plunge into you continuously.

Zzz:

Winwin would only ever fall asleep once everything is completely clean and tidy even if it’s a pain for him to do so. Even if it’s midnight and all he wants to do is shut his eyes to sleep his mind won’t let him and there he goes cleaning the room, bed, you, him and anything before resting down on the bed. But once his head hits to pillow he won’t take a no from you, you’re going to sleep with him because it’s late and he’s tired and can never fall asleep without having you in his arms.

[mammothhammoth]

| Satoru Gojo x Badass GN Reader Headcanons

[angst, fluff, NSFW, swearing below]

I got carried away with this and it’s kind of an absolute mess

It’s funny cause at first you couldn’t stand him, you thought he was too egotistical………. and a loser

I mean the dude is HIS OWN hype man, even if you have 112% self confidence, if you’re the only one cheering you on then, you a loser (it’s okay dough)

He started seeing you around a lot after he graduated

It was like really weird tho, he saw you A LOT for like 4 months straight and then you straight up vanished

And then one day he saw you talking to the now principal Yaga Masamichi

Like uuuuhhhhhmmchildeanywayso

He questions him after but he isn’t getting an answer

So he takes it upon himself and attempts to track you down but that fails cause you’re one of those EXTRA cool characters that just doesn’t exist unless they’re on screen……..

Until one day…. One day when he gets sent on a mission a few towns away so he’s set up with a little motel for the night

But when he opens the door, you’re sitting on the table reading a book, drinking a cooler

He almost has a damn stroke

He stands there for a sec in utter shock before lowkey questioning you a bit

Well he starts off with “Nice to finally speak to you”

………..

Nothing

“Oh so you’re the silent type.”

Little does he know, you’re cool, stealthy, sneaky but also….. really fucking dense so it takes you like 10 minutes to realize he’s even there

But by the time you do he’s immersed in a one sided conversation so you just stare at him until he locks eyes (blindfold) with you and he just

Malfunctions

Why is your gaze so intense

It’s not supposed to be you’re just staring like a deer in headlights not knowing where to lead this conversation

You lowkey scare him but in a good way

You don’t know how it happens like AT ALL cause as far as you’re aware only like 3 words were spoken the rest of the night but when you woke up you were naked next to a naked Gojo

You throw on a robe you brought with you, not even bothering to tie it cause you’re just thAt cool

It’s not that you’re confident, no, you just don’t f#cking care, you used to care about your appearance and how others perceive you but after certain incidents the need to please just… faded away

When he woke you were drinking a tea (with too much sugar probably) sitting against the headboard

You guys skirted around each other after that, not that you wanted to, Gojo just didn’t know how to approach you and you don’t understand feelings sooooo

But conveniently you happened to move closer (before you were in Italy because [redacted]🙂)

And you guys kept getting paired together

After Itadori Yuuji joined you were “hired” as a teacher to help (monitor) him

Things just kinda fell into place after that

Gojo started chasing you

He would bring you food, literally everywhere HE got something he also got YOU something and then would hunt you down to give it to you

You still haven’t actually talked to him but when you do it’s the first time you see his eyes

You just stared at him like the night in the motel before saying “I was hoping you were hiding a scar or something” and then walking away

GOJO.exe has stopped working

You start talking to him more after that

He would never tell you but every time he watches you fight he would almost pee his pants

He could outpower you but if he tried you would outsmart him, your wits and techniques are ASTRONOMICAL

Things don’t really become official until after Yuuji “dies” and you show up at his house for comfort

You guys spend the night in each other’s arms and when you wake up (with clothes on this time) you make breakfast together and he gets you to laugh

That’s when he realized he’s in love with you

When you find out Yuujis not dead you’re happy but when you find out Gojo knew he wasn’t the whole time you felt sad

You managed to chalk it up to all a timing thing. Gojo was conveniently paired with you on that mission, and was attracted to you that’s why you woke up naked together

You conveniently moved closer after that and he probably felt obligated to smooth things out with his one night stand

He just so happened to be training Yuuji so you thought he would need comfort over his “death” too

So you avoid him after that

He doesn’t like it

He tries extra hard to make it up to you, instead of buying you food this guy starts hand making stuff for you with little letters apologizing

He invited you to a festival and you reluctantly go

And you have an amazing time

At the end of the night he takes you to a secluded bridge with a beautiful stream underneath as you watch the fire works and kisses you with so much adoration you get weak in the knees

Literally

He had to catch you

You apologize for misunderstanding but he just shakes his head “you’re so dense”

Cue another silent treatment

“WAIT- I DIDN'T MEAN THAT YOU KNOW IT!”

You two become an ACTUAL power couple after that, like you two are the most powerful beings ever

He becomes your hype man too and since that classifies as someone else hyping you up, you are now cooler than him

Seeing you in action not scares him but lowkey gets him going, if there’s a tough mission and you end up breaking a few sweats with your badass skills you bet your ass you’re gonna be sweating A LOT more the rest of the night when you two get to your bedroom

He brags about you all the time too

“I have the coolest wife/husband/wusband”

You aren’t even engaged but he just KNOWS you’ll say yes when he proposes

When you find out he’s calling you a marital term you decided to swipe the rug out from underneath him and on one date night you take him to the bridge he kissed you, get down on one knee and ask him

“Will you marry me?”

There’s no elaborate speech, you can’t put how much you care about him into words

He stands there’s shocked for a second

…

…

…

You get impatient and stand before placing a ring on his finger and a ring on yours, kissing him and then leading him home

He doesn’t say anything and you think you did the wrong thing so when you’re taking your shoes off you start to apologize

“I’m sorry I did that, if you want to redo it we can or we can not do it all whatever you wa-“

He cuts you off with swiping you off your feet and kissing you so hard for so long you have to grab his hair and yank him away to breathe, which doesn’t last long cause after the first exhale he’s on you again

[NSFW content below if you are uncomfortable please don’t read and just skip ahead]

He takes you to bedroom, slowly peeling off your clothes on the way there

the last thing removed is his blindfold and when he does remove it you see watery eyes filled with absolute love and gratitude

He treats you like glass that night

Slow thrusts and gentle nibbling FILLED with praise, not even sexual praise he's just filled with so much emotion

“I love you so much”

“You make me so happy”

“You’re so amazing and beautiful”

He lets out the most amazing noises that night

His love for you wafting off of him in waves you can drown in

Your cool demeanor slipped away long ago and you became so vocal he’s shocked

“I love you too sweetie”

“You complete me baby”

“No one makes me feel the way you do”

“You take such good care of me- fill me up so good”

He’s so surprised his hips stutter a little but that little jolt hits that sweet spot inside you and you unravel beneath him

Seeing you like that instantly brings him to the edge

You guys catch your breath and then take a nice warm bubble bath after that

[End NSFW]

You hold each other close that night

Gojo never thought he’d have a happy ending like this, with his line of work and how crazy and dangerous everything is

You want to get everything off of your chest if you two are getting married so you start to apologize for how you are

“I’m sorry for coming off as cold most of the time I just don’t know how to-.... I just love you so much and -“

“It’s okay, I think you’re cool and love you with all of my heart and the kids think you’re cool and we all care about you”

“People always confuse cool with cruel”

He just hugs you close, he had his suspicions but he hoped they were never confirmed

He honestly didn’t understand at first how you can be insecure because of how badass and cool you are

But as he watched your interaction or- lack thereof with people he understood

You aren’t cool cause you want to be

People think your ~don’t give a f#ck~ attitude is admirable but they don’t know the reason behind it

That’s one of the things that drew him to you, he wanted to know you

And that’s what drew you to him

As he held you he cured you of your insecurities and doubts and told you his

He knows he can be distant sometimes when he’s busy or how cocky he can get

But you told him that’s how you like it, that’s how you like him

You guys spent most of the night talking and whispering sweet words to each other

The students knew something happened as you two were VERY late the next day, and you looked….. happy

You never stopped being a badass after that night and you weren’t planning on it but you did smile more

You and Gojo had a simple wedding, you’re too cool for the extravagant stuff

[otomelavenderhaze]

I was actually feeling pretty guilty in liking the “Seduce the Villain's Father” because of how the story starts off with a kidnapping and the marrying situation, that I will explain further. Not mentioning that Yenni, the female lead, has a real need to be around Eru, the male lead, if she doesn’t, she could die, like literally. Btw, spoiler alert ahead from the light Novel and the Manhwa.

So convenently and in a very pushy matter, everything on the plot try to tie them up together in the start.

The kidnapping and the marriage proposal from her part are the strings that tie Yenni and Eru together, so they would know one another better and actually fall in love. If wasn't for that, they wouldn't have spend any time together because, at first, there is no reason to. Then we found out that Yenni is sensitive to manaa and Erudian's devine's powers are the quickest and the harmless way to keep her from dying, since all she needs literally is stand besides him to get energized by it.

And basically that's when Yenni comes up with the marriage thing that I mentioned before, yep, she asks him to marry her numbers of times throughout the manhwa hoping that he could say yes... Because he is the perfect medicine for her condition and because she wants to save him... It's not because she is in love with him.

So the marriage for her is more a matter of convenience, than love. Which, I need to admit, bugged me so much at first.

But then I understood why they did it when I read the Light Novel and saw some of the spoilers.

Eru was bond to marry the real Villain from the history, Elard, for polititcal reasons. Elard’s plan is marry him for his divine power, so through their son, she could create a path that would lead her to control someone that has divine and dark power together (since she does have dark powers, that Eru KNOWS NOTHING OF). Her goal is reach the god’s world and be powerful. Of course, she would make their son kill his father, Eru.

Yep, my boi Erudian was bond to die by the ends of his own child, all planned by Elard that actually wants to kill Eru since the beginning.

Erudian is afterall, a direct descendent of the god Raulus, the being with the strongest divinity power and his children would also be born with those powers. That's what Elard wants, like I already said.

Yenni knows that, because that world actually belongs to a novel that she read in her previous life and got in by mistake after dying in another world (our world).

When she got into the novel’s world, she knew everything that could happen, everybody that would eventually die or suffer through it.

Starting for her pregnant sister that would be kidnapped by Eru, that kinapping would trigger a chain of events that would basically deeply hurt Yenni's new family and other characters around her, that she cares about because a) she read their sad story on her previous life and b) because now they're ppl that cares for her in this new life, so she cares for them too. 

Interesting thing tho: Yenni should be a side-side-side character, she is a such minor character that none of those sad and hurtful events would actually harm her. So she could've lived a peaceful and good life if she wanted to.

DESPITE THAT Yenni, instead of letting Eru kidnapping her sister, hid her sister and tried to hide from him - but Eru actually found Yenni and kidnapped her, since his goal all along was just kidnapping someone from the royal family to use as hostage. I guess what he wanted was some vantage in an economic and political situation that Yenni's country created with his own, so that he would make tbe negotiations go his way. 

I don’t know, the whole thing is complex, but I guess, Eru isn’t what you could exacly call as a good person or a benevolent Emperor.

He is actually kind of a jerk. 

And problematic. I admit. 

He never learned to have emphaty towards others, - since he became the Emperor in a young age and since he had no family around him that could've taught him how and care about something else besides the country’s political's interests. 

With that, the romance was really settle in a weirdly way for me, very pushy, despite the art being so soft and the characters being really interesting, I was worried for where it would go from there. 

Since yeah, Erudian is a jerk. Kidnapping. Marriage by convenience. Not really the most promising mix. 

However, I think that Yenni is the character that really makes the difference on that type of plot. 

She was really well placed and well thoughtout. Everything Yenni does comes from a base of personal interest, she have strong motivartions for everything, she’s quite brave too despite the weakness of her body and petite figure. 

But most than anything, Yenni feels strongly responsible towards those characters because of what she knows all the awful/harmful things that could come out from the plot without her interference. And since he’s the only one that really knows the extension of their traumas, she feels responsable for doing something about it, not only for them, but also for herself. 

Look, Eru won't always act like a hero, but Yenni always acts like one. 

She isn't a genius, her plans fails and she don't really get always the outcome that she wants, but Yenni don't stop trying, because it's not only about Erudian's survival, it's about her survival too, it's about not letting someone meet a horrible fate when you have the means to do something about it.

Even so Yenni isn’t hopeless good. 

She chooses to act upon the things that she knows that going to happen. 

She isn't pushed towards it only for morality, it's for survival, it's for taking the chance and making a choice for the a better outcome, because despite being kidnapped by Erudian and him not being the most benevolent Emperor, dying by the hands of your own alienated/corrupted child and letting that same child be born to hurt her sister's baby girl (the actual heroin of the Light Novel that Yenni read before), is out of question to her.

But I will give it to Eru: everything he does towards Yenni is actually a reaction of things that he observe her doing. 

He starts to take the action only after taking a like for her as a person. He doesn't care for her just because. He cares because she is something that he feels responsible for, someone that depends on him (since he was the one that kidnapped her) in a more personal matter than the rest of his subjects.

Yenni, on the other hand, since their first encounter, make him step back with every action and choice that she makes. 

Yenni shaked his whole world with her determination, honesty and endearing careless manner, he sees everything good on her, everything he lacks himself and he loves it.

There is a moment on the Light Novel when even Yenni's plan of make Erudian marry her starts to backfire, because she actually starts to fall in love for real for him.

And the story progress to a point where: a) Yenni could be cured of her sickness without actually having to marry Erudian to do so; b) When Eru actually learns that Elard is trying to harm him and will not marry her no matter what and c) Yenni has the chance to come back to her country and be free from Eru and never having to meet him again if she wants to.

Despite that, and maybe because the same circumstances that put them together starts to force them to be apart, they actually do the last step to be together. 

That's when their first kiss happens. When the ppl that are meant to take Yenni back home are at their doors and Erudian is thorn for having to be apart from her, because, dammit, he loves her already.

Erudian fells in love for Yenni, cuz she is harmless, he can relax around her and she actually makes him feel like having a good time, because she is so cheerful, always teasing and playing around, so different from how anyone has ever treated him, that he simply fell for her. 

From Yenni’s side, Eru is actually far more unpredictable, far more fun and far more caring than she expected him to be, not mentioning that he is quite helpless without her, which is so cute as well. 

So they get apart from one another by 2 years on the light novel. 

On those two years they only exchange latters. Yenni has no obligation to marry Erudian and she is out of his hands, despite that, and despite having plenty of suitors around her, Yenni still chooses Erudian.

So he tries to propose to her this time (WHAT GOES AROUND COMES BACK AROUND, SON), despite Yenni’s country having nothing that could be beneficial to his country and despite her family hating his guts (haha, karma).

And just like that, they fixed the main issues of the story. 

Mind you, this will happen in THE MIDDLE of the Manhwa.

Maybe the writer was mindful of all those plot's issues since the start, all the things that ppl are sick of and so many other Manhwas have no issue on doing, the writer decided to actually fix while delivering character's and relationships development.

I just love this surprise, I love Yenni's journey for survival, love and pursuit for her own happy ending. How everybody points her to be the weakest, but she still stands for what she wants and believe to be right, how brave and kind she is despite of being so powerless and how she changed everything around her, how she saved herself and the ones around her.

I saw a lot of ppl calling her clingy and boring, just because she isn't a villainess, but they failed to see that woman is normally perceive as the weakest and that's when we can take the stand and show our strongest resolves. That's why I loved the story so much.

I'm still so obsessed with it, I can't wait to see everything in the manhwa that btw, still has a really long way to go, even the light novel trasnlating still hasn’t catch up with all the spoilers that I caught on by other’s ppl translate from random events from the light novel in korean - that is done for what I heard of, the autor is just releasing side stories now. 

It's a really good, strong and heartwarming love story, I love all the characters, I love how everything changed it's flow accordingly with the changes that Yenni caused and the new choices that all the characters made. It's shows that it's never too late to change, to take action and find happiness through diversity and pain.

Maybe that's why I'm so invested on it, because Yenni's and Erudian's love surprised me in the best of ways.

[vroenis]

Part 2

This is part 1.

Can you tell how tired I was getting by the end? This is life under meds, but given the other benefits (I think?), I’ll take it for now.

When I woke up the next morning, I had a whole lot I was thinking about and it’s stuff I want to say given I said a lot, but didn’t cover this stuff. I’m still happy with part 1, I think that’s just how I write, moving from subject to subject more or less organically and it does show me to more unstructured even if there is a vague plan for how I want the piece to go.

Anyway let’s get going.

As always, mild spoilers for well, everything. If you haven’t seen this stuff and are mildly interested in watching them then ah, you may have a lot of catching up to do. I don’t think I’ll drop any real hard spoilers for anything but you never know.

Ghost In The Shell is an Outsider story

There are whole stacks of lore you could dive into with Stand Alone Complex in particular, with Motoko having been in an aircraft accident and getting her first shell (cyber-body) at a very early age, what that means, the thing with Kuze (avoiding spoilers here), and the extended cast - not that Paz, Boma and even Ishikawa get a whole lot of time anyway - but it’s not really that important.

Looking at just Mamoru Oshii’s 1995 film, and even more-so his 2004 film Innocence (not really a sequel but usually regarded as such), the narratives cast the characters very much as Outsiders. In the first film, Section 9 is already at odds with the government in general and while it’s subtle, Aramaki as a department head is certainly different from his contemporaries, even if we don’t see much of it - again, so much more of this in Stand Alone Complex. Motoko’s early conversation with Togusa in the first film is probably the most telling as far as playing it loud. She speaks in pragmatic terms to why he’s there, but this is a precursor to what will ultimately transpire for herself at the conclusion of the film, something very intentionally written into the film. Batou is also an Outsider in more ways than one, not only in the role he plays in the department but in the very clear personal boundary between him and Motoko. There are boundaries between Batou and everyone and they become more apparent in the second film. Togusa is easy pickings so I’ll leave him alone, suffice to say if the film needs one, he’s the audience’s window of ignorance which is why he’s discarded so willingly half way in. He gets his time in the spotlight in Stand Alone Complex and it’s pretty amazing.

As for Motoko... I admit it is difficult separating my understanding of her character from Stand Alone Complex and attempting to just isolate what’s shown of her in the first film but I’ll try.

I mentioned the film’s centrepiece montage in my previous journal, in which we might say Motoko is the centrepiece but if so, she probably shares it with the city itself, and I feel much more is being said about the two together rather than separated simultaneously. This would be one of the first indications of Motoko’s sense of identity, of otherness, isolation, questioning. Again the scene that plays it most loud would be diving on the boat and her speech to Batou. There are other moments tho; single frames of her face, looks, movements that are lingered on, I feel like Oshii is constantly telling us about her and what she’s going to do, but more important than that, why she’s going to do it and how she feels.

Ghost in the Shell is a film about great emotion, and not like I’d know because it’s been a long time since I’ve looked into the discourse around it, but I suspect no-one really talks about it as a film about feelings.

I realise these days I talk more and more about moods and art being mood pieces. I labelled my Instagram account as being “A catalogue of moods” and I’m very fond of the use of the word in vernacular. It might seem flippant but it’s immensely empowered, especially for me as an individual when I understand my moods and can translate them into, via and thru art. I do appreciate many struggle with Oshii’s cinematic language as it can appear cold and detached and that’s fine, but it’s anything but for me - it’s immensely emotionally charged, it just appears differently to what audiences are perhaps accustomed to seeing. It’s a different language that perhaps takes time to learn, but it’s all there.

This couldn’t become more evident than in Innocence (the Ghost in the Shell 2 moniker I think was a western addendum). Batou takes centre stage and is  immediately presented as bluntly as possible as an Outsider, reaffirmed later by Aramaki who also cements Togusa’s position in limbo.

I should pause and say that within the GitS canon, I feel Togusa is definitely embraced by Section 9, so he’s not wholly an Outsider to the department, but for obvious reasons, he doesn’t fully share all of their daily or philosophical concerns - hence not wholly. He would also definitely be an Outsider to most other members of the force after joining Section 9, but unfortunately I’m not here to love Togusa, poor guy - I feel like he’s always a bit unloved. Someone write a giant essay in service to his greatness. He actually is great.

But I adore Batou in Innocence. I love his story, his struggle, his emotion. I love how present Motoko is without ever appearing on screen and then when she does, the impact she has on everything, especially with the lines she delivers, one of which I quoted to open the last journal. Batou is in many ways a shadow of what Motoko was and is/has become, just in physical form, mirroring her in a real world manifestation with the natural physical limitations that comes with.

For some reason I feel like I need to inject a comment about Batou putting the jacket/vest on Motoko’s body. I don’t know if people perceive this as an act of masculine modesty but it’s not how I read it. I did stumble on this action for years but as I began to interpret the films as Outsider stories, I realised that he does this as an act of inclusion, and that Motoko consents, permits him to and doesn’t immediately react with violence or technological recourse we know she is well capable of, indicates it’s mutual. Their inclusion isn’t just about the boundaries of the Section 9 department but extends beyond that, an inner circle that may only contain the two of them - inside which there are still boundaries between them Batou can never cross. Those boundaries become infinitely more apparent after the final events of the first film, and the second film effectively is all about how he feels about them. He is an ultimate Outsider, but so is Motoko in the state she now is in.

Section 9 is a department of stray dogs. Individuals who haven’t quite fit in where they belong, and found belonging with one another. Then, after a time, one of them moves on - at the conclusion of the first film, and then another feels an almost permanent and ultimate sense of separation - more or less the duration of the second film.

Ghost in the Shell isn’t about technology and sentience and hacking and corporations at all. It’s about loneliness and belonging and acceptance and affection. It’s about how that feels.

I’m Not Sure Why People Struggle With David Lynch Films

I need to stop talking about anime. Honestly I looked at the list at the start of the last journal and thought hell yea Sky Crawlers, Jin-Roh, Haibane Renmei and Lain let’s unpack some shit! but honestly I’ll run out of time and I should really draw from a variety of mediums and sources.

OK I’m not being facetious when I say Lynch’s films are fairly straight-forward narrative-wise. Again, it’s hard for me to position myself in a place where I’m not into the stuff I’m into and maybe that’s what gives me the cinematic language familiarity to parse them but that just sounds like wanker bullshit to me. I don’t mind if folks don’t like Lynch films, that’s fine. But they aren’t difficult.

So in the context of everything else, even on that short list on the last journal, plus how I keep trying to shift the discussion of works from the pragmatic reading of them to an emotional reading of them from a mood perspective, I feel as tho the same process can be applied to Lynch. So much about his films are about how they make you feel, or I’ll say - how they make *me* feel. It might be grandiose to assume I’m feeling the correct emotion, that these are the moods that David Lynch himself is attempting to create and evoke and thus, I am interpreting them correctly but hey - I enjoy the hell out of the films, feel I understand them and watch them over and over again so that’s all I’m basing it on.

That’s not to say there are things I dismiss as meaningless or that I don’t understand in his films, it’s just that I don’t have to parse them immediately at first watch and perhaps that’s the audience’s problem. I don’t know if reverse-diagnosis is appropriate but looking at how much hand-holding there is in other directors’ films might be just as telling. I mean I saw Nolan’s Tenet and was about the least confusing thing I’d ever seen in my life but apparently *that* confused people, and you know hey that’s fair I guess, but I mean Nolan did a whooooole lot of audience hand-holding in that film, I mean, the dialogue was terrible. There was so much unnecessary exposition, which I generally find in all of his films, so if an audience can’t follow that then OK sure, Lynch is going to be a problem.

The thing is popcorn cinema is totally OK. I watch it. I really love it, I’ve written about it before, it’s good Industry. There’s a lot of great creativity in popular cinema, I don’t at all think poorly of it and I love seeing a really well produced, Hollywood picture... but I guess if that’s all you consume, and I guess if folks’ short-format episodic media (aka series - think Netflix, HVO etc.) is more or less to the same standard, then it begins to make sense that anything outside of that isn’t going to make sense.

Long story short - Lynch films tell simple stories where the feeling of the film is as important as the narrative of the film. To understand the story, you have to understand the feeling, and vice-versa.

Surprise surprise, it turns out independent and deemed “fringe” film-makers... aka Outsiders... make films about Outsiders.

Now I wouldn’t know if any of the Marvel films thematically are about Outsiders or Outsider culture, they probably are and very loudly at that, but the reason I’ve never included one in my catalogue of moods is they all read the same way. Not only are Marvel films mostly indistinct from one other to me, they’re also mostly indistinct from much of popular culture in general. That doesn’t make them bad, some of them still have some pretty awesome stunts, visfx, even parts of the narratives, funny jokes etc. in them, but on the whole they’re not useful to me as things I deem truly valuable in the long-term.

It’s OK, I’m not at all going to lament the proliferation of Marvel films, a lot of them have been pretty cool and they keep people in work. Meow meow meow “the death of cinema” mate, sure - I find it more difficult to find the sorts of films I like but that’s always been the case. Humans will do what they do, it’s not a read on cinema, it’s about being an Outsider and what that’s all about. True, maybe weird shit like Lynch and Noe might be more difficult to make, but the weird-indie corner was also dominated by white men and that needs to change, so who knows what the future holds.

Can you detect the point at which I took my meds and started getting tired?

Ghost in the Shell // Innocence // What We Want // What We’re Left With

Growing up as an Outsider, I feel as tho the first Ghost in the Shell film carries the weight of isolation, questions of identity and belonging, ultimately of acceptance, empowerment and liberation. Then Innocence brings to bear very similar moods but states that things may not necessarily change for the better, they simply change state. I love that in both narratives, the main texts of hacking or corrupt corporations, crime etc. are the least common denominators and barely relevant to heart of the films. I think about the theme of icons in Innocence, icons operatively being the dolls throughout the film, and the final image of Togusa’s daughter’s gift. As humans we assume we’re to take the position of biological humanity as representative of sentience, taking moral priority over all other beings. Earlier in the film we think Togusa is in limbo, but  at the conclusion Motoko asks the question, or perhaps states that perhaps we’re all in limbo together.

I think that’s a significant part of what growing up as and being an Outsider is like, what it feels like. Christians have this saying about “living in the world but not of the world” (derived from a bible verse) and honestly I don’t think they know what it means because they just operate like a cult, but I think queers and folks with long term mental health conditions have a better idea. We are pushed out to the fringes of our social groups from an early age, long before we know or understand what’s different about us. Our peers and the adults around us do this to us because their social behaviours are so well hard-coded, even they may not even know precisely what’s different about us, they just do - and they’re right. We are different. And they don’t accept us.

Maybe I am starting to get a little more upset that weird/different art is becoming more difficult to fund and make, because it’s for us, for me. It speaks to me. You already have so much, and representation and inclusion is so important. I don’t just need queer cinema, I need weird cinema, I need moods. I need quiet, introspective, pensive, reflective, Outsider moods.

I still feel like an Outsider. I have a few people who understand more about me, but I don’t think I have a place, not in a real sense. I have never felt that. Art is one of the few places I feel any connection with anything, and connecting with people is a very odd thing to consider - honestly, I actually would really like to connect with people but the unique combination of being queer *and* autistic comorbid with bipolar makes it really tough, more difficult the older I get. And now all you want to do is fund Marvel movies. I can’t feed off of that.

I’m getting tired, I’m not making any sense. It’s time for bed.

[whump-my-dear-watson]

Whumptober day no.27+28+altno.16

"bound" "ransom" "beaten"

Character: Malcolm Bright

Fandom: Prodigal Son

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Malcolm is taken for ransom, but his captor isn’t after money…

A/N:  ok I really love writing for this show, but apparently, I can only write about Prodigal Son whump in a warehouse? Idk man, I always come back to it. Anyway, enjoy this one lads! 

 Warnings: uh blood, capture (I mean look at the prompts), depressed Malcolm (what’s new? lol) near-death experience, the last part is really heavy on the subject of death but (spoiler) he doesn’t die :P, hrmm besides just generally being whumpy I can’t think of any other warnings (for sure let me know if I should add somthn tho) 

Malcolm wakes with a start, feeling the restraints around his wrists like usual. It’s not until he opens his eyes he realizes they are not his restraints. Panic was beginning to set in, his confusion feeding into it more than anything else. 

Malcolm had found himself sitting bound to a metal chair in the middle of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. From his perspective he was alone. He took a big breath in and then let it out.. He had to focus. How long had he been out? Was this about a case? Had to be. 

Malcolm tried to pull against his restraints, no luck. For the time being, until he could think of a plan, he was trapped. 

“You’re awake. Good.” 

The voice came from behind, but before Malcolm could turn to see, the younger man had stepped into his vision.  He was hardly 20 Malcolm mused, not the first profile he would have pegged. 

The young man looked academic, a pair of sturdy glasses to go along with his knit sweater. This whole essence gave off a vibe, but Malcolm couldn’t quite place it. 

“Hello Malcolm Whitley.” 

Malcolm couldn’t help but flinch at the use of his father’s last name. His heart started to beat faster, maybe this wasn’t just about a case. 

  “What do you want from me?” he asked, doing his best to appear calm. He had to keep the upper hand, if one could have the upper hand while unwillingly bound to a chair. 

“Why, you are going to help me a great deal, Malcolm.” the young man’s face was earnest but malicious. 

With every second he was forming a better idea of what his captor was, what motivated him, what caused him to take action, but all his revelations he came to all led to the same conclusion: he was in trouble. 

  “You are such a disappointment, you know?” 

This caught Malcolm off guard, “What do you know about me?” 

“Ha! What don’t I know about you, Malcolm Whitley? You betrayed your own father, your own flesh and blood!” the crazed man stood in front of Malcolm, proclaiming this as if Malcolm had personally offended him. 

“He was a monster.” 

“He was a master. He was an artist, really Malcolm? What makes you think he deserves to be trapped all alone? Suffering for showing his true self to the world? What ever happened to loving your neighbor?” 

Malcolm’s face rolled back in disgust, the ever familiar nausea of thinking about his father making a show again. 

Malcolm knew he could debate with this kid all day, about how there is never an excuse to kill 23 people, but from the looks of it, it would just fall on deaf ears.

“Luckily, thanks to you, he won’t be trapped anymore.” the young man’s face morphed into a smile as Malcolm’s stomach dropped. 

“What do you- what are you-” Malcolm couldn’t think clearly. He was only safe because of those 4 walls that his father was unable to cross. He couldn’t breathe. “What are you going to do?”

“It’s what you’re going to do.” 

And with his words ringing in his ears the young man took a step closer to Malcolm, before hitting him straight across the face, brass knuckles inflicting most of the pain, and the loss of consciousness. 

  *** 

Gil finally found a moment to sit down and actually enjoy his coffee, he sighed content for a moment.  The silence of the station almost lulling him into a mid-day nap, almost. 

  He was jostled out of his break by a pounding on his office door. Gil sighed, of course, he couldn’t catch a moment. “Come in,” 

  Dani Powell entered, a yellow package in hand. “You need to see this.” Her expression was grim, “This came for the station. It was scanned. No bomb or anything, but honestly it might be worse.” 

Gil thought to himself what ‘might be worse’ than a bomb, but he pushed that aside to inspect the laptop that was in the package. 

“There was no password.” Dani paused before opening the laptop, unsure of what to say next. “It was only streaming one thing, a live camera.” 

Gil’s eyebrow’s rose, he still wasn’t sure exactly why this was his problem, it was New York City. Strange things happened, a live feed to a camera is not the worse thing to be sent to a police station. 

It wasn’t until Dani pulled up the video did Gil fully understand. His face drained of all color, the taste of coffee in his mouth going sour. Displayed on the video monitor was a dark screen, but he was able to make out the figure laying slumped in the chair, hardly moving. He couldn’t form words for a moment. He had so many questions, the biggest if he was okay, was his kid okay? 

“Bright. What did you get yourself into?” he mumbled before sinking into his chair. 

His hand on his chin he wore a far away expression. Dani looked unsure if to talk, but had to give more information. 

“It’s live, I put some people on tracking it, but whoever set it was smart. We’ve had no luck. Maybe with more time-but Lieutenant, it’s not looking good. Gil nodded. From a law enforcement perspective, he knew what had to happen, but Bright was his blind spot. He swallowed before giving Dani a direction, he couldn’t make any mistakes on this one. 

“Make sure that’s being monitored at all time, I’m going to take a Tarmel to Bright’s place to see if we can turn anything up. Let me know as soon as anything changes.” 

“Will do boss,” Dani nodded before exiting the room. Gil stared blankly at his office wall, willing it all to be a dream. For himself to wake up in his office chair having nodded off, Bright to be hounding him about another case. But this was real life. And this was a real problem.

  *** 

  Malcolm was awoken to a bucket of cold water poured over him, he whipped his head to get it out of his eyes, but without his hands to wipe the water, it continued to drip into his eyes. This was worse than the punches. Malcolm could handle a beating, but when it came to his eyes he couldn’t have anything covering them, he had to be able to see, he had to be able to perceive, it was all he was good at… 

He supposed that he was lucky that his captor’s intent wasn't to torture him, with all he knew about him that could get pretty messy pretty quick. By the time the water ran off his eyes and he was able to see again he noticed there was a change, specifically a small tripod set up to the left of him, the camera atop flashing a steady red telling him that it was recording. 

  That didn’t look good for him. 

Before he could get too far away with his imagination the young man showed himself to him again. 

“We’re one step closer to our goal, right Malcolm?” he said turning away from Malcolm to give a cheesy grin into the camera. 

Malcolm figured that meant he was ransom. Or being used for ransom, whatever the proper term was he couldn’t think over the pounding of his head and the incessant voice of his captor trailing on. 

“As you can see, I have someone here with me today. A  very special someone, who made a terrible mistake a while ago. Now he’s going to fix it.” 

  The man approached Malcolm, still talking into the camera. “If I’m not being clear enough, you release the genius Doctor Martin Whitley, or his disgrace of a son dies.” 

  Malcolm half expected the next hit, this one knocking him and his chair onto the floor. 

He had to admit that it did hurt, but Malcolm assumed it was more for dramatic effect than his pain. That might be coming later. 

*** 

 Gil replayed the clip that Dani had sent him on his phone, of the threat, of Malcolm being thrown into the ground. Gil couldn’t help himself but to replay it again, it couldn’t decide if this was better or worse than when he had seen the video last. 

At least Bright was awake, he thought. He was alive and breathing, beaten and bruised, but alive. Then again, whoever the maniac that was holding him seemed completely unhinged, and not very patient. 

  It wasn’t even Gil’s decision, if they could release Martin for Malcolm, they had a pretty strict “don’t negotiate with terrorists” policy, and no matter how much he cared for the hostage, there were no special circumstances. 

  Gil pocketed his phone, he couldn’t stomach another rewatch, somehow he was putting all the blame on himself again. If he was keeping a closer eye on Bright then no one would have gotten the chance to do this, but he couldn’t help it if the kid didn’t let anyone in. Or was that just another excuse? 

With a frustrated sigh Gil gave up with his self quarrel. He studied Malcolm’s loft. It was all he could do. His hands were tied with Martin, and there was still no luck with tracking the source of the video. How many empty warehouses could there really be in New York? Too many, he thought. Too many. 

“Has anyone talked to Martin yet?” JT asked him. 

  Gil shook his head, “No. There’s nothing we can do, even if we could let him go, we shouldn’t. It would be too dangerous to the world.” 

“What about if he could ID Malcolm’s captor?” JT asked, “He’s a freak, so I’m sure he keeps tabs on all of his obsessors, I mean the man probably has a scrapbook titled, ‘my fans’.” 

  “That’s a good idea. Take Powell. I’m going to stay here...there has to be something we’ve missed.” Gil started to drift off again. 

  JT put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “We’re going to get him.” 

  “But will it be in time?” 

*** 

 Malcolm kept his eyes closed now, when he controlled when he couldn’t see it actually helped him. Take his mind off of things anyway, of his busted lip and bleeding face, his most likely broken ribs and his captor that didn’t seem to be losing any momentum. 

  He would do this annoying countdown for the camera, telling them and Malcolm before he would receive another hit. But Malcolm could rise above it, after all, didn’t he deserve it? If it weren’t for him the Surgeon would be old news from yesterday's paper, but his constant presence only seemed to dredge up the past even more. 

  “Why-” Malcolm paused to spit a mouthful of blood. “are you doing this? What does Martin mean to you?” 

The younger man smiled briefly at Malcolm’s question. “Martin is my, well, father in many ways. Or, I am his son. At least, his son that respects and doesn’t disappoint him.” 

  Malcolm’s face creased in confusion. “How do you figure that he’s your father?”

“I was born in 1998. The same day the Surgeon was arrested. My disgrace of a birth father had abandoned my mother in the hospital, the same day Martin’s disgrace of a birth son abandoned him to the police. We were a match sewn by fate.” 

“You’re delusional.” 

“I am the only one seeing clearly!” he raised his voice. 

  Malcolm shook his head, blood dripping down his temple. “You want him? You want him as a father? You want him haunting your every waking moment? You can have him!” Malcolm matched his tone. 

  The young man shook with rage, “You don’t even know what you have.”

“What I have? I have issues! I have so many issues, because he not only killed 23 people, he ruined all of our lives! I’ve lived my whole life trying to get away from him, and now here I sit, about to die to release him! Can’t you see that this insane?!” 

  Malcolm broke down, drowning in his own anger which morphed to a sob. He almost forgot that he was being recorded. Hopefully, no one was watching. 

  The man was practically seething and Malcolm sunk back into his chair. It was no use. There was simply no talking his way out of this one. There was no way out of this one. 

*** 

  Gil looked down at his phone buzzing. He didn’t know if he could handle another clip of a video, but he answered the phone anyway. 

Dani was on the other line, “We have a lead!” she practically shouted, and for a moment...Gil allowed himself to hope. 

  “We’ve been analyzing the video and Malcolm got his captor to start talking about himself, he was born the same day the Surgeon was arrested and has been obsessed with him as his father for some reason. Weirdness aside, we got a real lead with his birthdate and a current picture. JT and I have had no luck with Martin, he claims he had ‘no idea he was so popular’. I wanted to sock him in the face,” Dani said the last bit quieter but Gil smiled. 

  They had a chance. Standing up from Malcolm’s bed he rushed the door, they had a sick man to arrest and their man to save. 

  *** 

  “We’ve spent a great deal of time here, haven’t we Malcolm? No dice though. No word that the Surgeon has been released.” the young man smiled.

“Have I really just misjudged your importance? Or do you really just have no friends? Either way, Malcolm Whitley, you haven’t been doing it.” 

Malcolm leaned his head back and looked to the ceiling. It was too late to try to fight him, he was too injured and weak. But who's to say he ever would’ve been able to hold his own? 

“Last count down everyone.” the man said, then the clicking of a bullet being loaded into the chamber echoed through the warehouse.

  Malcolm couldn’t hide the tear that slipped down his face. He wasn’t sure why he was crying, it was finally happening. He was finally going to die. Maybe it was because he was going to die because of his father, or because he could never see his team again, his friends. 

  “Ten minutes folks. What are you going to do? Are you going to watch me blow Malcolm Whitley’s brains all over this place, or are you going to release the doctor?” 

Malcolm had tuned him out at this point. He only wished that he had one more day. To hug his sister, to thank Gil, to tell Dani, JT and Edrisa how much working with them had shaped his life. However short. He would tell his mother that he forgave her. She was awful as a parent, but he couldn’t hold that over her now. Now that he was going to die broadcasted to the whole world. 

  His only hope was that they looked away. That they didn’t watch him die. Then again, what did it matter? They would be the ones that found him. Would Edrisa do his autopsy? Would the team be assigned to his murder? Would his father cry when he heard? What about Ainsley? She was so vulnerable right now, would she be assigned to do a story on him? On the way that he died? 

“7 minutes!” 

Malcolm couldn’t help himself diving deep into his thoughts, entertain them because this might be his last chance. He didn’t really want to think about it. Now that it was becoming a reality it wasn’t as gracious as he had thought it would be. Death. He had been surrounded by death all his life, it’s not like he could avoid it though. Could anyone? 

“3 minutes, you better hope that he gets released soon, I’m serious about this gun Malcolm...” 

Malcolm shut his eyes, he would close them on his terms. Not when the bullet hit him. He was supposed to choose. Not some stranger in a warehouse. Him. 

  “60 seconds, well, it was nice knowing you. Now you get to die as the disgrace you turned yourself into that day.” 

The gunshot rang though the warehouse making Malcolm jump. 

  His face was twitching uncontrollably, his eyes still squeezed shut. It didn’t hurt as much as he’d thought. Death. 

  He was still shaking, unable to open his eyes. 

  “Bright!” called a familiar voice from across the room. 

  Gil. 

  Malcolm hesitantly opened his eyes to see Gil and what seemed to be the whole of the department surrounding him. 

  Malcolm’s eyes followed the blood splatter to his captor laying face-first on the ground. 

It was over. It was really over. 

  “Bright, are you okay?” Gil asked rushing to undo his binds. 

  All Malcolm could do was nod, it was all too much. He had come to terms with death, and now yet again he was left shaking and broken, but this time, not alone. 

  “Let’s get you to the hospital,” Gil said directing Malcolm towards the awaiting ambulance. 

  Malcolm took his shaking hands and ran them through his blood-stained hair. He stopped in his tracks, and when Gil turned to stop with him Malcolm put both his arms around him and said exactly what he had been meaning to for the past 20 years. 

  “Thank you,”

[biblio-bitch]

Teen Titans 1x01 Blind Reaction

I haven’t watched the OG Teen Titans yet. Sue me. I wasn’t allowed to watch cartoons as a kid so I’m playing catch-up here. As usual, spoilers and cursing under the cut! Also. apologies for the short sentences, it was like 3 am.

A disclaimer: This is entirely for fun and a lot of the comments I make are based on my preferences for media as well as the way I, as a writer, would have written things.

If I say something you disagree with (more likely in my analysis posts than my reactions) then I am more than happy to hear your opinions so long as you are respectful! 

If you followed me for Detroit Evolution content I promise I’ll post the rest soon. Formatting and proofreading takes ages. I also might start liveblogging my adventures in screenwriting so look out for that!

That being said, let’s get into it!

[In brackets is added post-watch.]

Holy old animation Batman. It feels like Phineas and Ferb.

BB Sounds like Phineas.

The cheesy intro tho

Seriously which Robin is this cause I think it’s Dick but Idk

“Titans Go!”

The theme song is iconic

Love the OG Raven design

Is the theme Japanese?? It kinda feels Japanese

I love that Starfire’s outfit isn’t like literally a bikini it’s nice since she’s designed like a sixteen year old

Epic fight scene™️. Makes me feel like something’s going to go wrong.

“I am stronger than I look” fuck yeah Star get his ass

Honestly wtf Rob you’re like twelve and you don’t have powers??? Also is he wearing steel toe boots?? I thought they were converse at first. Seriously Batman, what’s with the child soldiers??

Cyborg?? I love him

Ouch that was a fail

Ok the bo staff is a Tim Drake signature as far as I know so wtf???? Which black haired mf is this???

It’s Dick. I googled. [I love DC and I realize that most of the Robins were designed before having diverse characters was a thing but literally they all look the same. Like personally I’d love to see a Romani or other non-white rep for Dick.

 {I gleefully return to this post with news that Dick is canonically Romani! He’s been played so often as white, including in the new Titans, which I will be making a post about, but he was confirmed to be poc in Devin Grayson’s Gotham Knights. He’s part Romani on his mother’s side. She, according to Tim Seeley’s twitter, is an immigrant. He was originally presented without a confirmed ethnicity! My apologies for being uninformed about this. I stated Romani specifically here before knowing because I had seen people talk about him as such and really enjoyed it.}

 Maybe a mixed Jason? I feel like Tim is white mostly bc he’s rich IN GOTHAM,,, but like I never turn down the possibility of poc characters. Damian is canonically middle eastern so if I ever see a live action Damian not played by a middle eastern brown kid I’m rioting.]

What a petulant child. Blaming each other. Now they’re fighting. [This part feels very overdramatic to me personally. I do think that if this wasn’t animated it would be toned down quite a bit. That being said? I do think it’s in character for Dick, especially late Robin-era Dick, to have outbursts like that, especially as a character that I see as needing a lot of control.]

Oh wonderful. He quit. That’s overly dramatic.

Oh goddamn it Slade.

I’m not supposed to know he’s Slade yet tho huh. [Rip the element of surprise with that, I have a habit of learning everything from things before investing my time in it, and my obsession with other versions of DC comics isn’t helpful in this situation. Also the 25 pages of AO3 I’ve read about the Bats gives quite a bit away.]

Oh ew that’s a plasma monster

He looks like fuckin,,, Underbelly! that mf from the Red Hood/Arsenal comics. [Underbelly is the personification of the criminal world. I got through four RH/A comics as of posting this so once I finish that storyline I’ll probably post about it]

“It’s pointless to get upset about Cyborg” breaks glass. [I personally really fw Raven being like ‘master of meditation i feel nothing’ but then these dumbasses get all up in her brain and she ends up loving them like honestly that’s amazing]

“I’m fine” fucks up that punching bag. Master of emotions this bitch. [I don’t think that this little tantrum is entirely because Cyborg left. Again, Dick was raised by Batman, and neither of them are too good about losing control and fucking up. This to me is very much a mix of guilt for having driven away a friend and teammate, anger at Cyborg for leaving, and also anger at himself for a perceived failure. Bruce really needs to get his kids therapy bc the complexes are really shining through.]

Now they’re sad like bitch ur the one who kicked him out???

He’s eating something and it’s gross.

“That stuff can’t be good for you” Robin,,, sweaty,,,

The puns. Jeez Louise.

Immensely powerful half demon lady and the best you can do is some cans?? [Again with the things you shouldn’t know, Theo. Yeah I get that she’s still a kid and the demon lady thing isn’t exactly revealed yet, but I maintain that the barrels -- which I realized that they’re barrels not cans -- could be improved upon]

“You giant zit”??? A Child [Seriously how old is he because it’s concerning that he seems as young as he does. @ Bruce wtf did you do to your kids]

Phase three what an ominous asshole

Again with the puns Rob like jeez just fight this mf

Star,, you’re an alien?? Why are you screaming??

Both eyes on the road while flying Raven

He just extends the bo again bro what kinda bat bullshit is this

Cyborg saving the day!! We gotta love that. “Still got the sonic if you still got the boom” what kids I love them

I love that he just,, brought Cinderblock with him. He’s just that powerful.

Wtf is up with this knockoff Alfred mf with Slade? Also?? What stereotypical villain shit Slade step it up. [Titans (2018) Slade is like,,, so much better at this. Hell, even Arrow Slade is more nefarious.]

[I know it’s stupid to say this about an antagonist from a kids show vs two YA/Adult shows but like?? Titans Slade had the Motive, and Arrow Slade was Deep. In my defense here, I’m only on Ep 1, I’m sure he gets more interesting as the show progresses.

My non-sleep deprived rating? 9/10. Points off for melodrama but points on for nostalgia and attention grabbing. I’m not really into kids shows so I did my best to be fair despite that. Personally I think it’s a little much on the fighting especially for a pilot and it definitely seemed a little bit rushed. But, the animation is fun, I love the way each character is distinctive in costume and personality.

Keep in mind I prefer watching things with writing/pacing like Arrow, The Flash, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and the new Titans TV show and all of my ratings are going to be skewed based on a preference for stronger and darker material. 

With that in mind, I did enjoy the episode and I do want to continue watching. I think if I had watched this as a 10-11 year old, it would’ve been amazing.]

[kemiidoesthings]

|Sinful desire|

Contains: Medieval times, Incubus Katsuki, Nun Reader, Sodomy, Rough sex, Sadism/Masochism, Public sex, Biting, Scratching, Blood, Choking, Hair pilling, Masturbation, Dirty Talk/Down Talk, Sleeping sex.

Okay but WARNING, this chapter kinda really bashes Catholics and the lifestyle of being a nun so if you’d be offended I’d recommend to not read :) (even tho it does kinda go against that life style idfk what the hell they do, I’m nk ot catholic so I’ve never been to mass or whatever. So if I get stuff wrong it’s because I was too lazy too look it up) tHiS cHaPtEr is not for the faint heart let me tell you.... it’s for the kinky bastards like me LMAOO

“Oh my...” You covered your mouth as you looked over the man who lay passed out near the well. You had been sent to retrieve two buckets of water from the well for your sisters in the monastery when you came across this man who laid beaten and bloody, passed out near the well. “I’ll be right back” You promise the Ash blond haired male who only laid there in his silence from being asleep. You hastily rose to your feet and ran back to the monastery your hair covering flying off in the process. You didn’t care, this man was injured and you needed someone to help you carry him back so someone could treat him. Once the monastery was in sight you began calling out. “Sister Anna!” You waved your hands back and forth and your friend lifted her eyes to look over at you. “Sister (Y/N) you’ve lost your headdress!” She scolded but you shook your head. “Forget my veil! I’ve found a man passed out by the well Get Help!” You said and she nodded before putting her hand on her headdress and running off unlike you who had wirelessly ran without keeping your headdress on.You gulped and ran back to where the man was to kneel down next to him. You looked him over and cradled his head on your thighs. His face was covered in blood from a cut on his forehead and his body was bruised badly. You wondered what or who had given him his cuts and bruises. “Sister (Y/N)!” Your name being called made you look back to see three more women running towards you. “We’ve come to help carry him back.” They said and you nodded as your friend Anna handed you your headdress she found on the way back. You stood and lazily placed the veil on your head before helping to lift the man to bring him back. He was quite heavy and his body was really warm against your skin. Once back at the monastery you laid him on a bench and the other girls ran off to grab things to clean his wounds with. “What have you brought into our presence?” Headmaster Bertha said and you gulped. “I-I found this man passed out by the well.” You said as she forcibly fixed your hair back into your headdress making you flinch at her rough behavior. She questionably looked past you to the rough looking man who laid sound in his slumber. “Hmm, very well.” She said and you sighed in relief just as the other girls came back with wet washcloths.“Take care of him today, and when he wakes up we’ll decide what to do with him.” She said before walking away. You smiled and instantly went to helping clean him. “You were very stupid you know.” Anna said and you rolled your eyes. “I helped a man who was in need. I wouldn’t call that stupid you know.” You countered and Anna thought a moment. “I guess you could be right.” You both giggled as you finished washing and Dressing the sleeping stranger’s wounds. After treating him. you moved him to a bedroom where he could rest until he woke up. You kept a close eye on him. Watching his breathing and making sure he was warm. You only went away to fetch the water from the well like you were instructed earlier but he had still not awoken by evening making you worry. But you let him rest peacefully. You would sleep on the floor. This happened for a day. He slept a day away as you did your duties. He only crossed your mind a few times which when he did you would take a break and bring him water to find he was still resting peacefully. But even though he looked as soft and sweet as ever when he was asleep you had a gut feeling that something wasn’t quite right with him. Maybe he wasn’t as you perceived him. He might’ve been the most rotten man on earth. Or he could be a simple sweet man as he looked.

It was an unexpected time when he decided to rise from his slumber it was when you were eating dinner with your fellow sisters. He had shamelessly walked around shirtless with bandages all over his body until he found the room with the commotion in it. He walked in and the talking stopped almost instantly. Some of your sisters dropped their eating utensils catching your attention. “What’s so- oh...” you looked at the blonde haired male who looked over the group of women who were staring back at him the same. His eyes were red and calculating and it made you shiver when his gaze passed over you.

You gulped and stood before walking over to him and grabbing his hand to get his attention. “Sir, how are you feeling?” You asked and he tsked, “My head hurts and I'm achingly hungry” He complained and you gulped as your close friend Anna walked up beside you. ”Perfect timing then, we are eating and we have some leftovers!” You guided him into the kitchen to which he followed hesitantly. There you scooped him a bowl of the soup you were eating.

He never said thank you or blesses this food, he just began eating and it made you a bit fidgety. After he ate, you and Anna brought him to headmaster Bertha who greeted him kindly. “Katsuki Bakugou,” he spoke his name after she introduced herself to him. “We will be taking care of until you are completely better, it’s the least we can do.” She said and he nodded. “I’m very grateful.” He said and Bertha smiled. Her smile was a hideous sighy and you wondered if that would change the male’s mind for staying in the monastery with a horde of celibate woman.

He was led out of the room and you were about to follow when Bertha grabbed the back of your collar. “I’m putting you in charge over him, make sure he stays in check but also take care of him and nurse him back to health.” She said and you gulped as you nodded. She then sent you off to find your special male guest.

It was a routine, waking up and bandaging him. He didn't your mind but often spoke to you making you quite nervous and hot feeling. Your face would flush and you'd end up fanning yourself for an off reason. You had never felt this way before. He noticed.

”How long are you going to keep me here?” He asked and you sputtered a bit. ”N-no ones keeping you here! You just shouldn't leave until you're fully healthy” You insisted and he chuckled. ”Sure sweetheart” He leaned in and put a single finger under your chin making you look up from his bandages and into his eyes. When you saw how close he was you froze. A small gasp escaped your mouth when you came so close to his fiery red eyes your eyes widening at the close proximity.

Suddenly your heart began beating fast and your breath quickened, you felt like your stomach was churning (not painfully). Bakugou chuckled, “Are you nervous?” He Asked you and your eyes flickered from his eyes to his bandages again. “W-why should I be nervous?” You asked before gulping and he grinned, “No, reason...” He came closer his eyes trained on your parted, soft tookmg, "None at all." He said before leaning in and pressing his tips against yours in a soft way. This made you gasp and lean back but he chased you keeping his lips against yours as his kiss grew a bit more passionate. His expert tongue slipped past your lips in your surprise and claimed your mouth as his own.

This felt... Good.

When he pulled away you were both stunned and breathless. You looked at him with wide eyes as your chest heaved up and down with surprise your hearing going a midion miles an hour. He chuckled at your reaction, "Stunned?" He asked and you blushed intensity before looking to the side in shame. He sighed and stood up before slipping a shirt on over his bare chest. He then squatted down next to you as you sat on the floor still recovering from the kiss. "I heard about you." He whispered into your ear ift a raspy voice his tips dragging along the edge with every syllable uttered. The feeling was absolutely sinful. He snickered luckily into your ear making your body shiver in response. "You're not exactly the most, reffned sister should I say it?" He chuckled and pulled away knowing he had successfully delivered his message to you.

It was true, you weren't the most refined. You were a little rebellious, you played with the rufes without outright breaking them. It was like your talent. You got away with stuff you knew was tempting fate. You were a risk taker. And now Bakugou knew that to which he'd use to his advantage.

"Sister (Y/N)! Could you please go get some more water for the baths?" Sister Carol called as Sister Susan stood next to her closely. You nodded and carried two buckets to the creek before dipping them in and filling them with the cool water. Then you began your track back to the monastery. You assumed someone had just taken a bath and needed new water for someone else. You wondered who was taking a bath though because it was scheduled. You weren't scheduled for a bath for a few days.

By the time you returned it was dark and the buckets of water had reached a warm temperature. It was almost dinner time so all the girls were scurrying go put food on the table as you walked down to the bathhouse. You sighed and backed in the door before turning around and gasping as you saw the ash blond sitting in one of the large tubs. He looked at you the warm flickering light from the candles making him look beautiful and tempting as he sat in the sudsy water completely naked. "Don't be shy" he encouraged and you gulped before letting the door fall shut behind you

The room smelted of soap and candles and a beautiful natural musts that you had never smelted before in the bath area. It was nice. You sighed and you breathed in before walking over and setting the buckets down quietly. Bakugou was watching you the whole time, Like a lion with its prey, waiting to pounce when the time was right,

"Wait" He said when you were almost to the door. You stopped in your tracks and waited as you heart the sound of him lifting himself out of the water. You heard the small droplets of water splash onto the tile floor as he stepped out of the tub and walked across the floor. You could hear the small slap of the flesh of the bottom of his foot on the wet tile as he neared you. Your heart was beating fast. Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh

"Wash me " He whispered and you Blinked a few times. "... What?" You asked and he instantly chuckled at your response. "Bathe me," he proposed again and you blushed deeply at the prospect. "You owe it to me, my wounds are still open." He coaxed into your ear and you gulped. "A-alright" You nodded and he smiled "J-just grab a towel and sit on that stool. I'll wash you up." You promised him.

So he walked over and wrapped a small towel over his crotch, covering his manhood, before sitting down on the stool you had so graciously pointed out. You gulped and wiped your forehead a bit before turning around and grabbing a bar of soap to clean Bakugou with. You grabbed one of the buckets and a rag before soaking the rag in water and lathering it in the soap. You gulped and knelt behind Bakugou starting with his back. You washed his back, graciously running the soapy rag over his muscular back that was soaked and unintentionalty flexing whenever he moved. And the way the candlelight flickered over his tan skin made the scene like a painting. It set a mood and mad you feel certain things. You didn't know what those things were... But you ended up clenching your legs together quite often as you washed his body. Rubbing the cloth over his firm muscles making so to clean him thoroughly. You couldn't help yourself but get flustered knowing it was only a thin piece of material blocking you from having skin to skin contact. You inwardly scolded yourself for wanting to know how his body felt against your hands. You gulped and washed over his pecs making you glance away. He was so large and muscular in the chest area. It was really pleasant to wash him there. You shook your head at your thought and washed his abs distract yourself from his gorgeous pecs Once you had finished his abs and washed off his legs and feet you sighed. done." You said beginning to stand when he spoke up, his hands pushing you down by your shoulders. "You missed a spot." He smirked at you and you raised an eyebrow before glancing down at his towel. He grinned and slowly pulled the towel off making your eyes widen.You quickly looked away from his manly private parts your face feeling hot. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" He asked in a soothing voice. “Demon got your tongue?" He asked and you glared at him making him bite his bottom lip. You shook your head, "No." You said sternly before your voice began to break. "I-I'm fine." You insisted and he nodded as he sat legs spread baring himself fully to you. Clean it good," Bakugou he leaned down and whispered into your ear huskily before licking the shell of your ear making you tremble at the feeling. When he pulled back you looked up into his burning red eyes a moment before nodding. "Yes.." You complied wetting the washcloth and making it sudsy again. You gulped and slowly began to wash down his V-line to his manhood where you gently rubbed with the washcloth. He groaned lightly as he watched you, kneeling

before him, washing his shaft Your face felt hot, really hot You didn't know what the heck was even going on but you persisted He asked you to wash him and that's what you were going to do. only took a few strokes for Bakugou to speak up. “Just use your hands” He encouraged and you looked at him like a deer caught in headlight He chuckled “ I”m not circumcised like all those bimbo priests" He gently pulled the washcloth away leaving his member bare for you to look at again “You have to clean it with your hands" He smirked and you blushed terribly as you looked at it “O-okay“ So you began to wrap your hands around his length before bitting your bottom lip it’s so thick... You thought as you squeezed it with one of your hands even my fingertips together You blushed as Bakugou groaned lighty.

"You sizing up your seat?” He asked and you blushed even harder. "Trust me baby, it's the best you'll ever see"He said confidentily and you just looked down at it as you began to rub it. You could feel him stiffening up under your touch which made you feel a bit confused but you ignored it.

Your hands moved slowily, rubbing his cock and feeling as his foreskin glided back and forth over his shaft smoothly. It was kind of satisfying doing this... You could feel his blood pulse hot though his weins and his ridges against your hands It was like you were exploring something for the first time. It was exciting and it made your heart race even as a small bit of guilt clouded over your head. ”mm, faster" He instructed and you without hesitating moved your hand up and down his length faster. The suds you created against his shaft made your hand slippier creating a small wet noise to come from your movements. "Yeah just like that sweetheart” He encouraged as his muscles tensed showing you his gorgeous sculpted abs making you feeling completely overwhelmed by the naked man in front of you You didn't even notice when something else milky white joined the soap suds. growled deeply making your heart beat fast as the feeling sent shivers down your spine You looked up to see something that looked like a black crack on the side of his head. Almost like his skin were about to peel off, but the crack went away. "You can stop now, I'm all clean." He said and you nodded pulling your hands away from his penis that was going flaccid again. "Heh, not bad sweetheart." He stood up and dipped himself into the tub to rinse all the soap suds off of his body. "Go eat your dinner, “ I’ll be there in a bit." He promised and you nodded before standing and walking out the door Only then did you realize what you had done. You were a blushing mess and you felt your hands tingle. We're not going to even talk about what was going on between your legs. But it was strange, his skin on the side of his head...You wondered why it did that After dinner, you went to the study. There you looked up many things about spirits and evil things..You had a strong hunch about Katsuki Bakugou and it wasn't a good one After studying late into the night you decided to finally turn in. Now that you had successfully scared yourself out of your wits you thought you should try to get some shut eye. You entered your room and undressed before slipping on your white nightgown having a creeping feeling that you were being watched. You shivered and ran your hands over your bare arms goosebumps appearing after your own touch. No, it couldn't be. You were by yourself It was probably just you feeling superstitious from reading those old books on spirits and demons. So you crawled into your bed covering yourself with your blankets as if to protect you from the darkness. You laid your head down onto your soft white pillow and stared at the ceiling a moment before sighing and mumbling your nightly prayer. Then you closed your eyes and began to drift into a deep sleep. A grin spread across the demon's lips as he watched you close your eyes. He'd help you sleep deep tonight. With a wave of his hands, he could instantly see your body relax under the sheets. This only made him snicker at how susceptible your body was to his magic. It was because of your state of mind, always teeter tottering over the edge. Playing with the rules and having risky behavior all the while being pure and devout. You were the perfect candidate for him to prey upon. The incubus slowly let himself merge out of the ceiling and land onto the floor next to your bed. Bakugou didn't even hesitate to sit on the side of your bed. He knew you wouldn't wake up, but he knew you'd have a very vivid dream of his actions promiscuous. That made it all the more exciting. He pulled your blankets to the side and looked at your beautiful legs your nightgown having ridden up to expose more of your soft skin. 0h, he adored your smooth thighs and soft plump ass. He sighed as he shamelessly ran his hands up the expanse of your thighs, pushing you nightgown up with his hands. He pushed the nightgown up over your breasts exposing your soft tender skin which was rising and falling with every small breath. He chuckled and took your breasts into his hands, groping and squeezing at the soft flesh of your chest. The feeling only had

you light stirring in your sleep. "That's it." Bakugou coaxed as he ran his late manly hands down your body to your shapely hips where he squeezed the flesh of your hips. He then hooked his fingers under the band of your panties before pulling them down your legs, exposing your womanhood to him. He liked the way your core was hidden behind your thighs that were pressed together. It made him grin and eagerly sniff at your underwear, "Ahh." He sighed in pleasure at your scent. He loved the smell of untouched women He then looked back at you and gently grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart and drinking in the image of your womanhood which you had labeled forbidden fruit. It made him want to touch, eat and destroy it all the more. Anything consecrated to good he wanted to turn to evil, he wanted you to make that decision yourself though. He couldn't force you to be corrupt. You had to decide to do that yourself, but he was more than willing to help. He slid his hand in between your thighs and gently pressed his palm against your womanhood. He grinned at the small intake of breath your sleeping form made. He then wriggled his finger into your folds there he felt the reservoir of wet heat you held between your legs. "Oh, you're so wet, sweetheart." He whispered huskily before swirling his finger around inside of you making your sleeping form whimper. "Bet that feels like heaven to someone who's never been touched down here." He seemed to emphasize his point by adding another finger causing your body to clench down around him tightly at the sensation. "That's it-"he coaxed thrusting his fingers in and out of your pool of wet juices creating a small squelching sound from between your legs even though he wasn't moving very fast. It didn't take very long for whiny mewls to escape your mouth. He watched as your face was scrunched up and your lips were parted for your quickened breaths to exit and retreat with ease. Oh, and also for the beautiful sounds to tumble off your lips with all elegance. He continued his motions for a few moments before slowly pulling his hands back to witness how you had soaked his fingers with your juices of arousal. He chuckled at your maiden body and licked his fingers clean of your arousal. "You taste like sugar sweetheart." He made a compliment to your sleeping form before he let his hand come down to rest on your inner thigh where he massaged as he slowly made this way back to your pussy. He grinned and gently spread your lower lips with his middle finger and his thumb before using his index finger to press against your swollen, pleasure sensitive clit. When he did you body jumped before your body laid back and you panted wildly. "I know, it's begging for stimulation." He said before rubbing the pink nub in a circular motion eliciting a low whiny moan from your lips. He watched your body as he pleased you in your sleep. Here he could get all the honest reactions out of you. Your body would be honest and you would do stuff you wouldn't normally do on your own accord. He loved it.

“What do you want sweetheart?" He asked as if you had a desperate need even though he knew you wouldn't reply. He read your body language quite easily. He saw your perfect sized chest rising and falling with each pleasure-filled breath, he saw you hands clenching and releasing the sheets in your fists and he saw you gyrating your hips trying to get any bit of stimulation from his hand you could. This made him grin Your body speaks volumes sweetheart"He snickered evilly before he began to vigorously rub your clit. Your sleeping form gasped and cried out as your back arched from intense feelings of stimulation. It was deep pleasure he was installing into your body, building you up until your fingers were thinking and your body felt like it was on fire. Katsuki watched you closely until he could see you were close to your release, he grinned and dipped his fingers back into your dripping entrance pumping them in and out fluidly until your head was tossing and turning. You were on the brink of ecstasy and that's when he pulled his hand away Your body almost cried out in desire but you were asleep so your brow only furrowed at the loss of contact. Katsuki snickered and stood up, he had a plan. And that plan meant you couldn't cum just yet Your face was hot, it was burning red. You had never had a dream like that beforel And such a clear one, it was like it was almost real. The thought had you shivering and clenching your legs together. You could barely shovel down your breakfast, everything you did or looked at made in between your legs throb and it was making you insane. And Bakugou of all people... You had seen other men, so why was he the one in your dreams? And the explicit ones at that. The whole day you were constantly fighting the urge to, touch yourself...You had never touched yourself before but that seems had sparked something within you that had you itching to do something. Play with yourself or something! And when you had to climb a fence today, oh good lord. Sitting on the top just put the right amount of pressure on your clothed womanhood and you accidentally moaned Thanktfullyou were alone so no one heard.. ors.w.. You had kind of shamelessly rocket your hips backs and forth to receive some kind of relieving friction between your legs. You soon became ashamed and climbed off the fence, you didn't notice but you had thoroughly soaked your panties through the length of the day. It was torture. It was a few days later and you were packing up Bakugou again. "H-how are your injuries?" You asked and Katsuki lifted up his shirt over his head as you got his ointment and bandages ready as you were to bandage him in his room. "Feeling better, how are you, sweetheart?" He asked and you looked up at him from his body. He had the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen, It was making you think he knew something he shouldn't have. But then your thoughts of this man crossed your mind, and what you had looked up in the study...What if it was true your thought?

He acted just like the books said, and the crack in the side of his head when you were bathing him... Plus your dream.. "Turn around. "Bakugou suddenly said as you dressed his last wound as you stood in front of him. "What?" You asked and he almost glared at you. "Turn around." He said again in slightly sterner voice which mad you slowly turn so that your back was facing him. It took no time at all for him to wrap his left arm around your waist and his right arm to reach around and grab your chin, swiftly moving it so that you were facing your right. You gasped at his hands on your face and on your body. "You've figured some things out have you, sweetheart?" He whispered into your ear before nipping at the shell of it making you whimper. "I-I don't-nngh!" You struggled when his hand around your waist pulled you back tighter against him. "Don't lie to me, I am a spawn of the prince of lies. I can tell a lie when I hear one." He threatened through grit teeth and you clenched your eyes closed. Suddenly you felt his body warm against yours, it was burning hot and it made you whimper a bit from the intense heat against your body. "Say it." He ordered as the heat died down. You panted and nodded as you looked at the wall in front of you, his breathing steady into your ear. "Y-you're an incubus.." You said and there was a small silence before you heard him chuckle huskily right into your ear. He released his body on your body and gently pushed your forward. "So look on me, prove your suspicions, human." You gulped and dared to turn and look at him behind you. When you fully turned you

gasped. There he stood, his eyes a glowing fiery red and from his head protruding two large black horns which mad you tremble. His hands were adorned with bracelets and rings and his nails were black and sharp, his neck was encircled with a choker which held symbols and different designs changing the whole atmosphere. He was shirtless his shoulders adorned with a royal cape of sorts and he wore black pants. He looked.. Devilishly handsome. Your jaw slacked and Bakugou looked at you suspiciously. "Am I not hideous to you?" He asked in disbelief before grinning. "Or are you just that corrupted already sweetheart?" He asked and you gulped. "I-1..." You couldn't finish. He was too beautiful... And now in between your legs had grown hot and wet. This was immediately picked up by Katsuki. He sniffed the air and sighed. "You're quote potent today sweetheart, I didn't think you would be so easily aroused by this." He gestures to himself but how could you not? He was literally everything wrong and sexual. t was like your most prominent desire but dressed in beautiful clothing That's when you realized i...Katsuki was your desire. Bakugou licked his canine fang seductively."You haven't run out screaming yet, "he observed and you nodded stepping forward towards him. "Are you ready to break your vow Ms. (Y/N)?t" He wiped his bottom lip with his thumb making you want to kiss and bite his bottom lip yourself You looked at him a moment as you thought over why you lived your life as a nun. But your emotions were heavily swaying towards Katsuki. All you could see was him, all you could hear was his husky voice whispering lewd words into your ear from your dream, all you could smell was his natural dominant musk which made your legs clench together in desire. Everything pointed to him, you wanted him. You want him badly. You finally couldn't speak anymore, all you could do was nod needily "Uh-huh." You almost begged and Katsuki instantly took you up into his arms. He barely gave you time to realize what was happening before he kissed you roughly. It was like he had been waiting for this for so long He instantly groaned against your mouth, letting his hands shamelessly grope your body through your clothing. Groping your breasts and running down your body to your ass where he gave a firm squeeze. You yelped and Bakugou chuckled taking your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it as he looked right into your eyes. All you could see was how gorgeous he was how badly you wanted him He kissed you again and used his nails to tear apart your clothes making you gasp and blush. He wasted no time in gripping your ass with his large calloused hands his black nails poking against your tender skin. You gasped and pressed your body against him. "I've wanted you since you found me at that fucking well." He rasped out before spinning you around and placing you on his bed tearing off your clothes and looking at your beautiful body. You gasped and looked up at his wild expression with a daze. You could barely comprehend what was happening. His hands all over your skin and his lips on your neck, whispering lewd words right into your ears. It all shook you down to your core and aided in your arousal. That was the only thing binding you to your

sanity, you were aroused and knew that you wanted to be pleasured. “Bakugou..." You mumbled out in a haze and he pressed a finger to your lips. "Call me Katsuki." He said as he kissed and licked at your ear.Y looked at the ceiling a moment before slowly nodding. "Katsuki." You let his name spill from your lips in an experimental way, you found out you loved calling him by his first name. You wanted to be the new mantra on your lips, muttering his name over and over again. And Bakugou was sure to make you that was with the way he was touching your body Katsuki wasn't very gentle with his movements, he would nip at your neck and leave marks as if he was an animal finally tasting flesh for the first time. He growled against your sensitive skin and you moaned your hands shakily grabbing at any part of him as support. This was all so new and exciting but also terrifying at the same time. You couldn't come back after you did this and part of you told you it was wrong and you should push him away. But the other part of you was begging you to let him kiss and touch you all over. And just as he began to do that you gave in to the latter. "Y-your lips are-ahh-"you gasped as he wrapped his plump pink lips around the bud of your breast tasting the sensitive areas with his sporadic tongue. You couldn't help but throw your has back and moan, "O-oh my-"he cut you off. "It's okay, say it." He looked into your eyes demanding absolute rebellion from you. You, looking at his face, didn't even notice his hand adorned with rings reaching between your legs. He watched you as he pressed his digits against your satin panties outlining the lips of your slit through your soaked I swear.

You gasped at the feeling and fisted the sheets in your hands, "O-oh my god- Katsuki!" You moaned and he pressed a hungry passionate kiss against your soft lips. "You like that?" He asked as he rubbed your clit in a circle. You whimpered your face red and your thighs trembling as he teased the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I-I can't-nngh!" You let your head fall back as the stimulation made you want to clamp your legs shut. You had never felt this way before, sure in your dream with Bakugou but you'd never actually touched yourself for pleasure. The thought of doing it was just awkward. "Hmm, baby girl?" He tested before vigorously rubbing your clit to elicit a reaction from you. At this, you squeaked and clenched your eyes shut and cried out in a pathetic way as if you were crying. "There..." He said before kissing your lips lightly, "That's all I wanted sweetheart." He licked his fang as he looked at your face which was beginning to sweat from the stimulation your body had never received before. "K-Katsuki, it throbs." You said nervously and he grinned. "Oh?" He teased before dipping his middle and ring finger into your sex. You gasped and whimpered as you watched his hand steadily pump in and out of your soaked hot core. "Remind you of your dream?" He asked and you whined before looking at him with wide eyes. "H-how do you know about..." You cut yourself off as he gave you a mischievous look. "What do you think?" He gave you a devilish grin and you looked at him a moment before gulping. All the while his fingers were still pumping in and out of your core causing small whimpers and mumbles of his name to escape your lips. You had your answer. He was an incubus, you didn't dream that. He had actually fondled you in your sleep... The more you thought about it the more it made you shiver in desire. Maybe he had planned this all along.

You whined and Bakugou chuckled, "I think someone's a little eager to really start" He said and you panted lightly nodding, "Yes, yes please-" you begged and he chuckled at your needy behavior. "Always so respectful," he grabbed his cape and threw it to the ground where it disappeared on a swirl of ash. You gasped in amazement as you watched the pieces of flying ash slowly disappear into the air as Katsuki knelt between your legs unbuckling his pants. As you were distracted he pulled his cock through the opening and gently pumped himself up and down getting his foreskin to rub up and down his length smoothly. When you heard him growing deeply you looked at him in confusion "Katsuki- annhh!" You yelped when you felt the tip of his large cock rub up and down the outside of your slit making your womanhood tingle in pleasure. You could feel the blunt tip of his cock rubbing up and down your slit, teasing the sensitive pink skin that was soaked in your own juices. "Katsuki-oh my-oh my god-" You squeaked when he eased his cock past your lips and rubbed your clit with the head of his dick. "Oh yeah baby." He let out a deep groan as he felt pleasure from rubbing the sensitive head of his cock against your wet pussy Bakugou chuckled at the way you desperately grabbed at the sheets and pushed at the headboard of the bed in a futile struggle to deal with the pleasure. "I-I feel so weird- nn!" You panted as he swirled the tip of his cock around your clit making it throb and your entrance to clench and leak your juices out onto the sheets. Bakugou could feel your womanhood pulse against the tip of his cock, "That's it, baby, let it all out." He used his fingers to dip into your folds your slick coating his fingers instanty With his cock rubbing your clit so mercilessly and his fingers pumping in and out of your virgin entrance, you came immediately. "Katsuki!" You cried out in a hushed tone at the pleasure that was wracking through your fragile body. All you could see was white as your body sweat and trembled on the bed your fingers twitching and your toes curling at the feeling. Your breaths came out uneven and heavy, and your heart pounded hard within your chest as if it were trying to pound its way out. This feeling was amazing. But Katsuki wasn't going to let your body rest, he was impatient and he had been holding back for a long time and he didn't have any more patience. So he drug the head of his cock down your slit to your entrance where he slowly eased himself inside of you. You gasped and yelped, "K-K-Kat-Katsuki-!" You couldn't even properly pronounce his name as you threw your head back from the feeling of being so stretched out for the first time. "Oh yes- he moaned and grabbed your hips to hold you in place as he began to thrust in and out of you He never let you properly adjust to his size making you cry out at the mild pain inside of your body as his cock penetrated you over and over again, paving the way for every thrust inside of your slick heat. You felt so stretched out, you could feel every vein and bump on his cock with every movement, rubbing and massaging your sensitive nerves which only drank up the pleasure he was rocking into your body. "K-Katsuki it hurts! Your eyes were a little watery but he paid no mind, he was a demon after all. "You know what my motto is when it comes to sex?" He grunted as he thrust inside roughly and you groaned at the overwhelming feeling of his large cock along with his nails dipping into the flesh of your hips. "W-what is it?" You asked timidly and he grinned.

"I'll just have to fuck it out of you." He said and you whimpered as you looked at him。He then squeezed your hips tighter and thrust into you with a deep force causing you to arch your back as sparks of pain mixed with pleasure ran through your veins. This feeling was intoxicating. You didn't ever want it to stop. Bakugou hissed when you clenched down around him your clit throbbing as your body was nearing it's second release you were sure you'd pass out from. "Dammit-" Bakugou leaned down and wrapped his arms around you lifting your upper body up as he sat back on his heels to thrust up into you. You yelped and grabbed the black horns on his head to steady yourself as he grabbed your ass and pounded you up and down the length of his well-endowed manhood. He grinned his eyes burning fiery red as if they were reflecting the pits of hell, "I'm gonna stain your insides with my seed. Erupt into you like a volcano releasing hot lava, I'm going to burn your inside with pleasure so that you can never forget. So that touching yourself is you can do to stay sane." He smirked his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip making you whimper. You could see the evil in his eyes, you could feel the ridges of evil that protruded from his skull in your hands. You could feel his devilish charm sleeping into your from his fingertips his nails piercing your skin with present red marks that would no doubt take a long time to heal. "How'bout it sweetheart?" He asked as your breasts bounced from the force of his thrusts up into you and his hands bringing your ass down onto him at the same time. The motion made you a whining mess from the pleasure he pounding up into you. Hitting that spot that had your knees feeling like jelly, the strength to do anything leaving your body.You could barely hold onto his horns for support, you felt like you were going to fall apart wrapped around his cock. You felt like you might die, but at the moment you didn't think this would be the worst way to go out 1 can feel you pulsing around me."He purred before pulling his hand away and bringing it back down to give your ass a stinging slap. You yelped and gripped his horns tighter as he had his way with you. "You're so wet for me huh sweetheart?" He proved his words by dragging his fingers in between your legs and coating them in the slick that had dripped down your thighs. You began to whimper your eyes filling up with tears. You could barely handle one orgasm for your first time, but here he was steadily building you up to your next one you were sure you would pass out from. And the way his cock mercilessly slammed up into you with no heed for anything else going on around you both. "P-please Katsuki H need "you sobbed as your body felt so tingly and numb from the pleasure, and this knot that was building up in your abdomen was driving you insane. If you didn't feel relief soon you were sure you would just pass out from overworking yourself for the first time. "What sweetheart? You wanna cum? He teased you as he squeezed your ass cheeks and decided to let you ride down his cock slowly this time. You whined and cried a bit as you nodded feverishly. "Y-yes please-nnck!" You panted and he smirked as he leaned in close to your ear your hands still gripping his horns steadily. "You ready for my cum to slide down your thighs after I stain your insides claiming you as mine?" You whispered huskily as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Your eyes widened and you bit your bottom lip as you squeaked at the feeling of bringing you down on his hard cock. You weren't given much time to answer when he reached between your legs and carefully rubbed the nub between your legs sparking pleasure to erupt inside of you. You gasped and cried out his name like a mantra on your lips when you saw the stars, you were mumbling indistinguishable words as he bounced you up and down his cock. "Fuck, "he swore as his cock pulsed hot with blood from you squeezing him tightly between your slick folds. It only took a few seconds before he painted your insides with the milky looking

substance making you gasp at the sudden heat you felt inside of you. It was making you feel high and so happy yet at the same time you felt all purity you had being burnt away with the feeling. Now you belong to me." Bakugou kissed at your neck dragging his fangs along the expanse of your skin causing little droplets of blood to drip down your naked sweaty body. "Every part of you is mine, your heart, your body, your soul." He licked the blood from you and you whimpered as you just let him have his way with you. You couldn't much fight it either way. He lifted his head and stared into your eyes with his sharp deadly looking ones a evil look dancing in his irises. "Mine." He breathed out and you shivered, that's when you felt it. You were his now. And there was nothing you could do about it.

Bakugou has let you rest for a bit before you snuck back into your room to really get a good nights rest, you needed it after what you had done. The next day wasn't very eventful but you felt more giddy than usual. And when you caught Katsuki's eye across the room you couldn't help but blush and remember everything you had done the night before. It made your heart race and the places he punctures or scratches your flesh throb with a small heat. It felt good. But you still felt a tinge of guilt whenever you thought about it too much. Today was your bathing day, along with Carol and Susan who had recently been insisting they bath before you so you could take your time and be alone. You don't mind since missing a meal wasn't a big deal to you. So whenever they were done bathing themselves you would fill a tub up and go in yourself and spend as much time loving your body, by bathing it, as you wanted. So today when Carol tapped your shoulder and told you the baths were open you smiled and started getting ready. All the while Bakugou was watching you, this was perfect for him. He watched you work and slowly undress before grabbing a bar of soap and dipping it into the water in front of you. Then you happily scrubbed the bar of soap with a rag before happily running the sudsy rag up and down your body, scrubbing and rubbing away every impurity and speck of dirt. Bakugou couldn't have that, so he decided to walk in and join you. Bakugou had walked in, undressed and transformed back into his true form with horns and claws, and adorned with dark jewelry as if it were carved in the deep depths of hell. Then he watched you, scrubbing your body slowly running your hands over the smooth skin of your flesh, he grinned and lightly groped his cock with skilled hands that knew how to please man or woman.

He did all this and you didn't even notice you were too busy bathing yourself. Evern when you dipped yourself down into the water and could've caught a glimpse of him you were still oblivious... It was only when he laid hands on you that you knew he was there. You gasped and looked back at him over your shoulder since he had pressed himself up behind your wet naked body. "Hello, sweetheart." He purred into your ear as his right arm was wrapped around your waist and his left hand held your chin, his black sharp nails gently pricking your skin. "That's quite a show you put on there baby"He licked up the shell of your ear slowly as he hips ground his erection against your wet ass. You drew in a shaky breath as you felt the length of his cock fit perfectly in the crevice of your ass your body instantly remembering how his manly muscle felt buried in between your glistening folds. The thought had you unintentionally moaning his name. He chuckled and wrapped his large hand around your neck, from behind, giving it a test squeeze making you gasp for air as soon as he let go. "That's what I like." He kissed at the nape of your neck before dragging his teeth across the skin of your back making goosebumps appear in his wake. "Were you thinking about me as you ran your hands all over your skin," He demonstrated by running his right hand to cup your breast and down your front before moving it to the side so he could squeeze the thick of your thigh. "And ran those dainty fingers of yours oh so close to your tight pussy without my permission?" He moved his roaming hand to in between your legs where he teasingly pressed his index finger against your wet slit making you whimper at the feeling. "Huh? Was it my hand that you imagined pleasing your body so?" He let his finger push fast your lips and to your clit where he gave an experimental nudge making your whole body jerk at the sudden harsh stimulation. "Oh, your body is amazing a baby girl." He cooed as he drew his hand around your most private place touching you everywhere but where you wanted him to as he ground his shaft against your ass. This inspired you to whine and moan against him. "Katsuk.i.." You begged like a small child who wanted something desperately, your ass pushing back against him. Bakugou chuckled at your actions and gently nibbled at your earlobe as he drew his hand around your hip to your wet ass before tapping his fingers on it in order. What is it baby?-," he said before smacking your ass making you yelp and jolt forward from the unexpected feeling. "Oh does that sting?" He talked as if you were a baby as he rubbed your ass to ease the stinging even if just a bit. He chuckled at your reaction to him his hand on your jaw and neck gently squeezing. "Hmm, I think it's time we open you up." He said before pulling his hips away from your ass. "O-open-?" you were confused but severely aroused as you were practically dripping from in between his legs. You didn't know why but for some reason, being close to Katsuki anymore made you want to unspeakable things. And now that you were naked you were even more aroused, especially before he was pressed up against you so tightly. You loved his naked body on yours no matter how sinful the action. He then slid his fingers back down your crack, past your back entrance to your dripping cunt, where he dipped in his fingers thoroughly coating them in your juices making you moan and drool at the pleasurable sensation. He grinned and nipped at your neck as he pulled his fingers out and brought them back to your arse where he eased his index finger into your ass. You gasped and threw your head back almost headbutting Bakugou, but he quickly dodged your movement as he began to slowly pump in and out of your ass. "K-Katsuki what are you-nngh! You clenched your eyes shut and Bakugou chuckled, "You're so sensitive baby, relax." He urged in a soothing way making you nod your head and take slow deep breaths There you go." He breathed against your neck his breath hot as it fanned against your skin. He swirled his finger around inside before

adding another one with ease form your juices from your womanhood having lubed his fingers. He began to kiss and gently suck at your neck his hand that was on your jaw moving your wet hair out of the way so he could kiss and tease you with his mouth. You panted your heart beating fast, pumping your blood through your veins quickly as you felt pleasure from your ass. Even when he added a third finger you had trouble keeping in your meals and moans of pleasure. In the course of two weeks, Bakugou had corrupted you but also gave your body the best feelings you had ever felt in your life. You wouldn't have changed it for the world "You like it baby girl?" He licked up the side of your neck to your earlobe where he nipped and pulled at the soft skin playfully. You hummed and nodded slowly in reply as he curled his fingers inside of your ass. With the water and your arousal, his fingers inside of you were going smoothly You were so slicked up it did hurt at all. When he pulled his fingers out you almost whined at the loss of feeling filled up. He snickered and rinsed his fingers off before squeezing your hips tightly. He then slid his cock in between your legs and ground the length of his shaft against your pussy before slowly pushing himself up inside of you, dipping his cock into your natural lube before pulling out again with a sigh. He didn't even give you any warning before he pushed the head of his cock into your ass. You gasped at the feeling before you felt both of his hands wrap around your neck from behind. This made your hands reach up and hold onto his hands and his forearm throwing you off of your balance. Just then he thrust the rest of his cock in your ass his hands holding your neck steady as he filled you up with his cock. "O-oh my god!" You gasped your ass throbbing and clenching around his girth barely used to his size even with all the prepping he gave you He growled and moved your body so that you were bending over your hands stationed on the edge of the tub your soft back exposed to him. He let go of your neck and grabbed a fistful of your hair before he began to smack his hips up against your ass creating a small wet slapping sound from the water. "Sin feels so good doesn't it-" he purred and you whined and gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly making your chuckles turn a lighter shade. "F-fuck-" your bottom lip quivered as you felt yourself being stretched out while you were being fucked so roughly "Oh sweetheart, your first swear word." He grinned and jerked your head back making you gasp your back arching giving him a deeper reach inside of your back entrance. "Glad I was the one to coax it out of those pretty lips of yours." He kissed your shoulder before biting down on it making you cry out his name loudly at the sting of heat that ran through your body from his bite. Bakugou licked your wound lovingly as one hand

held your hip and the other held your hair tightly in a fist. "You like that baby girl?" He asked huskily before giving your ass a harsh swat, the sound of your wet skin meeting his hand echoing around the room. You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut, you ass clenching down on his girth making him hiss Huh, baby girl?" He brought his hand down once again before rubbing your skin as a red mark began to form on your ass. "You like when I fuck your asshole and hit you like the whore you are? Huh?-Answer me" He demanded swatting your ass again making you yelp and gasp his name out in a breathy moan. Y-yes!" You said your needy cunt dripping with desire as he fucked your ass. Your legs felt like jello, like they might give out on you at any given moment."What was that?" He asked innocently before slapping your ass again making you squeak and clench your legs together. "Y-yes, H love when you fuck mel P-please harder Katsuki-you begged in your delirium like the innotent girl you once were He smirked and leaned down his left hand wrapping around your neck again, his right hand rubbing your ass to sooth the stinging pain. "l thought you'd never ask sweetheart he kissed your ear before he wrapped the other hand around your neck and began pounding into you. You went to gasp but he tightened his grip around your neck making your face turn red as he squeezed it tightly. "Oh yeah baby, your ass feels so good on my cock-"he praised before ramming into you abusing your insides with the head of his blunt cock You couldn't breathe, you couldn't speak, all you could do was desperately hold onto his hands as he fucked you with no mercy, pleasuring you but not giving you enough stimulation to make you cum. That's why your arousal was practically pouring down your thighs.

He leaned forward and pulled your head back so you were standing upright as he fucked up into your ass. With his hands still on your neck, he pressed his chiseled abs and large pecs against your feminine back. "You like when I fuck you like this huh? Teasing you with my cock so that your pussy is dripping down your thighs." He demonstrated this by trailing one hand down your body, cupping your breast and caressing the skin of your abdomen on the way down, to in between your legs. He didn't even have to dip his fingers in to feel your arousal for him. "Mmm, so fucking dirty" He grinned against you still roughly thrusting his hips into your ass so that you yelped with every movement "I bet you wish my cock was pounding your pussy, thrusting into you with so much force you'd have waddle to your next mass." He hissed when you clenched down around him. "I bet you wanna cum, "he began to ever so lightly caress the soft nub of nerves between your leg known as your clit. "I bet you're inwardly begging me to rub your clit and fuck you with my fingers so you can feel relief," he asked into your ear and you money loudly nodding. "Yes- yes please Katsuki-!" you begged him pathetically as your legs began to give out on you from all of his dirty talk. He never gave you what you wanted but instead used you as a source of pleasure for himself, fucking you and pulling your hair until you were almost crying from the overwhelming amount of building pressure. You just wanted to cum, you wanted him to play with your clit so that you could cum and go back to your room and rest. You just wanted this pressure inside of you to release so you could feel that feeling again. But when he groaned and growled right into your ear his cock throbbing as it twitched inside of you until it spilled over into your ass you almost let out an ugly sob. Bakugou moaned and slowly pulled his cock out before a trail of his milky cum leaked out of your gaping ass making you shiver as you felt his warm liquid slip down your ass and onto your pussy before dripping onto the tile floor of the bath house. You were about to start crying when Bakugou turned you around and kissed you roughly, rubbing his soft pink lips up against your own soft ones. He pulled away with a groan before smirking and licking his fangs a mischievous look in his red eyes. "Touch yourself for me, sweetheart." He said soothingly and you looked at him with wide eyes. "T-touch myself?" You asked as your body throbbed in between your legs from the lack of much-needed stimulation. Bakugou smirked at you, "l assume you've learned enough from my fingers." He said and you gulped before looked down at your legs and nodding at his words. "H-how do I start?" You asked nervously and Bakugou chuckled licking his lips hungrily as if he were about to devour you with his fangs. "Sit down and spread your legs sweetheart. Then we'll go from there." He sat down and you nodded before finding a washing stood and sitting down on it. Then you slowly spread your legs so that your throbbing core was exposed to Bakugou excellently. Not that he hadn't seen it before. "What now?" You asked as you lightly trembled from both arousal and embarrassment. Bakugou looked at you for a moment as if just the sight of you was enough to get him off. And if he was telling the truth was enough. As through careful decision, he began to instruct you. "Run your fingers up and down that pussy of yours for me baby." He bit his bottom lip as he watched you hesitantly run your fingers up and down your soaked slit your hand trembling as you looked at

Bakugou. "Now spread your lips for me, I want to look."He said and you slowly used your fingers to spread the pink lips of your slit for him. The motion against your sensitive folds had you gently whining. You were absolutely throbbing with arousal, your clit begging to get played with. It was making your focus hazy."Swirl your fingers around your sensitive parts, but don't touch them directly." He didn't name the pleasure points on your body knowing you didn't know the correct names for them. He knew you knew what he meant though. Your fingers went directly to your clit where you rubbed your fingers around in a circle around the pleasure nub that gave you the key to your orgasm. You began to whine and beg by using Katsuki's name by little whispers falling from your lips. "You seem, frustrated sweetheart, do you want to touch it? Rub it vigorously until your cumming all over your own fingers for me?" He tested you and you whimpered and nodded your rubbing around your clit quickening. You were on the brink of tears and Katsuki knew it. He loved teasing you, but now he knew you deserved a little relief. "Touch yourself as you please, just cum for me baby. I want to see you squirt." He smirked devilishly at you but you could barely pay attention to him as you began to give your clit direct pressure. "A-ah-oh- Katsuki-oh-" you rubbed your clit quickly, as moist sloshing noises arose from where you hand was in contact with your dripping wet pussy that was just getting fed the stimulation it desired You whined and moaned as you closed your eyes and felt your fingers against you so that your thigh muscles clenched and released with every spike of pleasure through your body. You couldn't control yourself, do you reached between your legs with your other hand and began to dip your fingers in and out of the slick of your heat. Pleased sighs and moans escaped your lips at the feeling. You pleasured your own body shamelessly as Bakugou watched you with lust filled eyes commit another shameless act of sin. It was positively arousing. When your whines and moans became louder and more frequent Bakugou knew you were close. He could also tell by the way your hand movements sped up on your sensitive parts. He could tell by the way your breath's quickened, the breasts on your chest rising and falling with each labored uneven breath as you began to moan Bakugou's name the closer you git to your release. "That's it," Bakugou said huskily, "Cum for me (Y/N)." And so you did, you came with a cry of his name as you soaked your own hand with your juices. Bakugou's eyes glinted as he watched you drip out onto the floor your legs trembling and your toes curled from the intense feeling that had just swept through your body. He let you calm down before he spoke again, "Taste it for me, sweetheart." He said and you looked at him a moment in your daze before lifting your hand and sinking your fingers into your mouth tasting the tangy liquid that was your cum. Bakugou moaned just watching you, so willing to comply and so seductive looking him straight in the eyes as you tasted your own nectar. Bakugou was never going to get rid of you.

A few days later and it was time for mass, where you'd go and listen to a service before sitting in a confession booth and confess all your sins to the priest. Bakugou was accompanying you and your sisters in their journey. All your sisters really loved Bakugou, they thought he was the sweetest guy they had met. And they often praised him for being so devout to the faith... You were the only one who knew the truth. It made you feel special when he would say profound words he obviously thought were complete rubbish before looking a you with a shared knowing look. He often spoke about celibacy and about how he was happy the girls decided to live lives of celibacy He would congratulate them and tell them that they were living the best lives and that he himself had decided to be celibate. What a liar he was. Sister (Y/N), it's your time to confess." Headmaster Bertha said and you nodded. "Yes Sister Bertha." So you walked to the confession booth and slowly entered the priest already inside. There was a wall between you and the priest so he couldn't see you and you couldn't see him but he could hear you. "I'm listening child, take your time," He said and you nodded as all the things you had done recently ran through your mind. You were about to speak up when Bakugou slowly appeared next to you making you gasp lightly underneath your breath. You looked at him with wide eyes and he grinned before picking you up and sitting you on his lap before whispering in your ear "Go on, confess." He licked up your beck to your ear as he pulled your hair covering off, exposing your beautiful locks of hair to him. You whimpered and cleared your throat as Bakugou's hands came up to cup the shape of your breasts in his hands as you began to speak. "I-I have many things to confess..." Your breath was shaky from the way Bakugou was firmly groping your chest, gently pinching and massaging your nipples through the material your clothes which only gave you more stimulation. This made you bite your bottom lip to hold back a small mewl, but Bakugou soon pulled his hands away making you feel relieved. "I uh..." You looked back at Katsuki for confidence as he caressed your neck with his lips and tongue making shivers go down your spine. Even though he was intimidating in his natural form you found him quote attractive that way. You were glad you got to see his true form. Especially when he was naked most of the time. "I have neglected my oath as a nun and uh...'ve had sex.." You said as the priest listened to you confess. Bakugou grinned at your confession and slowly rotated his hips forward making you feel the bulge in his pants press against your ass. You blushed and gulped. "Yes, Isee... The priest said and you gulped as Bakugou pulled up your skirt, exposing your panties so he could rub his fingers up and down the slit of your womanhood. Just then Bakugou whispered into your ear. "Tell him in detail, what I've done to your body" He slid his finger past your panties and dipped them into your warm arousal for him with ease. You bit back a moan before nodding. Confessing to a priest was confidential, you could do this! "I-it all started when I was sleeping, I uh... Thought I was having a dream but it was actually happening. Uhm.." You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you tried to focus on what you were saying and not Bakugou's fingers pumping in and out of you with ease. "This man, I had been attracted to before the dream, was touching me in b-between my legs, oh just like that-" you covered your mouth at the moan you mistakenly let out. "U-uh I mean! A-and h-he wouldn't let me cum so all the next day I- was so w-wet. Oh my god-" you gripped his thigh tightly as he began to rub your clit with his thumb. "You just"you cut off the priest, "I-I know, I'm sorry it just slipped out." You apologized for saying the lord's name in vain before continuing your story. "I-it was all I could think about... So that night we met up and h-he roughly fucked me.." Bakugou chuckled against your ear in pride as be pulled his fingers from your core and

Licked them clean as you watched him in silence "Is that all?" The priest asked through the wall and you shook your head. "N-no, actually he followed me to the bathhouse the next day." You swallowed hard. "T-then he gave me a-anal sex..." You covered your mouth as Bakugou unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock through, teasing your slit and rubbing his length up against you, the head of his cock teasing your slit. "I-it felt so good, I-I was dripping." You moaned praising Bakugou for how good he was in bed. He didn't even have to ask you this time. "B-but he wouldn't let me cum again. H-he wouldn't touch my most sensitive parts." You said in a whiney voice as Bakugou slowly eased his large cock inside of your glistening folds once again. "So what did you do then sweetheart?" Bakugou asked low enough so the priest couldn't hear. "So he told me to sit and touch myself as he watched me mmm-" you moaned as he began to slowly push you up and down his cock your needy cunt practically milking him as you clenched him so tightly within your folds. "It was so hot," you panted out as the priest listened silently. "I-I spread my legs and touched myself like he told me to-nnngh-so I closed my eyes and imagine his fingers touching me and I-1 came all over my fingers." you lightly panted as Bakugou bounced you up and down his cock your arousal no doubt staining his pants. He would reach up and grope your breasts squeezing and massaging them in his large calloused hands. This felt so good, your pussy was throbbing and the pressure building up in your abdomen was amazing. You knew this meant you were coming close to your end.

"I-I licked my own cum-"you gasped out, "h-he told me to but I can't lie it tasted good." You reached back and held one of his horns as you bounced on his cock your breasts jiggling every time you were pressed down onto the girth of his cock. "Is this all?" He asked and you looked back at Bakugou who slid his one hand between your leg to caress your clit, his other hand still bouncing you up and down his shaft. "Tell him what I'm doing to you right now, don't hold back your moans. Say my name (Y/N), I don't give a damn." He began to vigorously rub your clit making you cry out loudly from pleasure. "Are you alright?" The priest freaked out and you moaned. "O-oh my god he's fucking me right now, this whole time talking with you he's been t-touching my body and pushing me up and down his large cock." You whined and gasped when he began to bounce you faster on his dick. "O-oh my god!" You squeaked your voice becoming high pitched as you felt yourself nearing the edge "H-he's speeding up-! Oh my god-! Oh my god! Katsuki!" You cried out as he mercilessly fucked up into your cunt with his dick. "He's bouncing me up and down on his dick- oh my god you're hitting my spot! I can't feel my legs!" You cried out not caring anymore. He large cock pulsing inside of you with the thrill of fucking you while someone listened and you described it so wonderfully to them. He would've live to fuck you in front of an audience, feeling your squirm and clench down on his cock with your legs spread so everyone could see just how good he was fucking your tight little pussy "I-I'm gonna cum! Katsuki- He's gonna make me cum!" You screamed his name as you came down on his dick one last time, your body clenching and releasing him like a vice as you came around him, soaking his cock with your juices. Just then he groaned

loudly and released himself letting ropes of cum spurt out into your silken pink walls Alright, that's enough!" The priest seemed outraged but you couldn't care less. Your body was on cloud nine and you didn't give a damn about the world. And neither did Katsuki. You heard the priest leave the confession booth before Bakugou pulled out of you and helped you put your clothes back on. You both were forced to come out, Bakugou having changed back to human form."How disgraceful!" Headmaster Bertha yelled at you lifting a hand to slap you across the face but Bakugou caught her wrist. "Not with my property" He bared his fangs and looked at her his eyes showing her pictures of what hell looked like. This made her face pale and she stumbled back. "D-demon! This man is a demon!" Her words mad the whole assembly gasp and look on you in shame. But you didn't care. You hated this place anyways."Let's get out of this place." He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the church your legs still wobbly from being fucked to brutally earlier as you stumbled out after him. And that was the end of that, you tore off your veil and renounced your oath as a nun. You were with Katsuki now. Even to the depths of hell. You had a hunch he would take care of you there. And if that meant fucking you every single day you were fine with that. Oh my gosh you were more than fine with that.

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[clove-teasdale]

eureka

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A/N: challenge #3. YALL, THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I’M READY. Anyhow. this is a late rp and fic I should’ve done ages ago (I’M SORRY GRACE, SHUSH). I’m using it as my challenge cause deadline is near. Another rp with a royal will come after this tho. This has detective clove and conspiracies(?) I hope you like it <3 some stuff is revealed more clearly and hopefully the ending isn’t bad. forgive typos and lengh (around 4k smh). ft. @brooks-schreave  , some guards and the mysterious call I’d mentioned on my last fic. This takes place before the first official dates with nate and that rp from the brooks pov.

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“Lady Clove?” Officer Rogers’ voice asked from the other side of my door after a knock.

I closed my magazine and placed it on the desk. “You can come in.”

The young officer did so quickly, bowing more than he should’ve. He was the awkward out of the pair that sometimes patrolled our hall. “Young and inexperienced,” Barnes had explained the day I’d asked one of them to bring me lunch. 

It had been the day of the Report when the maids were too busy with my clothes and hair and shoes to get me the lunch I’d skipped, earning a scolding from Chris, the eldest of the trio. Rogers had almost immediately scurried to do the favor I’d asked until Barnes had sighed and stopped him, remembering him he was to tell a servant and then return to the post instead of bringing it himself. The blonde had been so visibly flustered by the reminder it was almost comical. 

Barnes had only shaken his head as he watched him go. He had one of those misleading faces, not seeming but a few years older than Rogers, but clearly older by the way he carried himself and acted. Keen and observant--not someone that could do the task I’d asked Rogers without suspicion. Rogers was rash, too eager to prove himself to question the logic behind a request.

“Did you get it?” I asked, walking over to him as he took a few magazines out of the shopping bag.

“Yes...may I ask why these ones in particular?”

Okay, he had some curiosity after all, but at least no skepticism. “It’s interesting to see what other people think of the Selection. I never thought I’d read about it while participating in it, so it’s smart to be informed on how the outside perceives us”

“Ah,” he seemed to understand, or at least buy my excuse. “You only get access to Illéa Illustrated in the palace.”

I nodded, taking a look at the covers of the set he’d handed me. “Usually, that’s the norm, yes.” Because Illéa Illustrated was a supporter of the royal family. That’s why they got to cover the most crucial information and were granted the most interviews. Sure, they let us get some random gossip magazines as well, but those were the harmless ones that just had fun at making us look bad--or good--and creating fun content for people to read.

The titles I’d asked Rogers to get were all affiliated to the monarchies’ strongest critics. The ones that didn’t get big outlets like newspapers...or that’s what I could recall Dad saying. It was his job to be informed about that type of thing and though he always considered them to be annoying, they were never a concern. Their general pettiness and unprofessionalism posed no threat. I knew they were always under his hidden radar though, just in case they ever stumbled upon a problematic topic.

At the moment, their opinion was what I wanted. Any type of ridiculous reaching. They wouldn’t say something big or the whole country would already be talking about it whether they were unknown writers before or not, but there could be something. After the call earlier that week, I’d take whatever I could take.

“Hey, Daisy,” my father greeted as the call began. Sometimes he liked calling me random flowers as an inside joke to me being named after a plant, but not any ever so popular flower.

“Gonna tell me how much you miss me?” I asked, leaning on a wall. I was kidding, of course. We never called each other for that sort of stuff. Mom would be the one to do that, but he kept the charade going.

“Yeah, sending all the kisses to my favorite daughter.”

“I’m your only daughter.”

“See? You don’t even have to doubt I’m being serious because there’s no way you’re not the favorite.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing very well he was probably reading over paperwork as he made ridiculous remarks to me on the phone. I felt a smile tug at my lips, but it wavered as Nate’s confession a few days ago came to mind. His lie about me not wanting to see them anymore.

Pressing my lips together, I twirled my finger around the cord of the phone. A weak attempt to stop myself from snapping at him. “So what’s up?”

“Cutting it to the chase, good,” I could hear the amusement in his voice and I wished I could share it as usual. “I’m going to the palace soon. I thought I’d give you a heads up. Make some time for me in your heavy schedule. I know you’re an important Lady now.”

Part of me wanted to keep the sarcasm going, but the other half was dreading the news. Would I be able to carry a full conversation without bringing his lie up? If I decided on boarding the topic on purpose, how bad would it be? I wasn’t sure I wanted to open that can of worms. We didn’t talk about those years now. Only mom ever brought them up in arguments with him. 

“Clove?”

I realized then I’d been quiet for a moment. “Yeah, sorry, I thought I saw a guard gesturing at me,” I lied, “he was just waving a fly away.”

He scoffed a laugh, and I gulped when a thought hit me. “What’s got you coming to the palace this time?”

“Oh, you know how work is.”

“Does Mr. Revis have a new stupid plan in progress?” That got him to chuckle. “No, no dumb projects to debunk with the others this time. Just meeting up with Radcliffe.”

The private secretary of the King? “Did something happen?”

“No, we’re conducting a meeting, that’s all. General discussion on an ongoing thing, nothing too important.” He brushed it aside and all my thoughts were suddenly on high alert.

“Only the two of you?” A pause, nothing but a second or two, but I clenched my fist around the cord as I waited.  

“There might be a couple other advisers actually, but it won’t be until Thursday. Will you make some time for your old man?”

“Sure, I’ll check my schedule. I wasn’t aware you had a project with him though.”

He knew I was curious. When I was younger I always said I wanted nothing to do with politics like him, but I liked knowing about it. Dad always said I was being nosy, but he caved in, slipping in a detail or two. Thankfully, this time wasn’t different.

“Oh, well, actually it’s about you girls. You’ll have to learn to deal with more than just etiquette and glamour, you know?” A voice interrupted on his side, very likely Tony, his assistant. “I’ll take it in a moment,” he replied to him, then back at me he added, “Hey, gotta go Tulip, but I’ll see you later in the week, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll see you then. Tell mom I say hello.”

“I will.”

We said our goodbyes and hung up, so I was left alone, frowning at the phone. What he said had made sense in a way, it was expected, but it made no sense for him not to simply say that from the beginning. It wasn’t normal for him to bother being secretive with me.

Once back on my room, I looked out the window that revealed another sunny day in Angeles. My gaze wandered off to the closet where I kept a bow with some of the magazines Rogers had bought for me and a couple old ones from the library; the only sources I’d had to analyze so far in my strange research.

We’re conducting a meeting, the words echoed in my head. If there was something I was good at it was coming up with stuff on the spot, half the time no one noticed and I’d gotten that ability from Dad.

Why did he pause? Hesitation.

I’d been too restless and needed a distraction, so trying to make friends as I’d told Wilson I would, I went to one of the rooms across the hall. Eloise’s room. We’d talked a few times during breakfast the past days, starting with the food and ending up on whatever topic came to mind after some random story or the other.

She had an easy going personality, and after a not-so-quick game of chess with elaborate rules, I realized she wasn’t too bad at guessing games. I was right about us maybe being friends eventually, the conversation going pretty well after the game. It did begin to die down after a while though and another idea formed in my head.

I’d been considering how to get to the third floor, the dreaded Thursday dawning on me as I figured my plan to spy on that meeting somehow. Besides, lying my way past the guards--which I’d learned would be Barnes and Rogers--I had not much of a plan. In theory, I could pull it off, but…

I looked back at Eloise. “How would you feel about staging at fall?”

Eloise wasn’t one to pry, but I still gave her a decent excuse the next day as to why I was trying to get to the third floor, mentioning it was a surprise for my dad visiting.

“Well, that’s a lot better than what I was imagining,” she admitted.

Right. Better.

Once she’d done her part and the wonder duo was focused on helping her out from her fall, I sneaked up the stairs. I’d have to give the girl credit for being so on board with this later.

The hallways in the third floor seemed both familiar and foreign, but once I managed to remember where my dad’s office was, it only took a couple more minutes to find Radcliffe's. I made sure to keep my steps silent, my hands already sweating a bit by the time I reached the door, hoping to catch some of the conversation inside. 

I was practically in front of it when arms were wrapped around me from behind, my first instinct to yell. A hand was over my mouth before I had a chance to do so, however, and the arms were already lifting me slightly to haul me back.

Oh, God, what now, think, think, think... I squirmed, trying to free myself, trying to push back the second instinct: to panic. Hard grip, quite a couple of inches taller, very likely stronger and a man, my thoughts scurried, but as laughter erupted from inside the meeting room and the doorknob twitched, they deviated. They had the door locked?

As I registered that in my head, the assailant took advantage of my distraction and dragged me behind a wall, out of sight as the door opened. I focused back on the more important matter and freed one of my arms enough to elbow his side. He groaned in pain and the arms released me. I spun around ready to punch whoever it was but stopped as soon as I recognized the freckled face in front of me. You moron, my fist fell beside me. “Brooks?” I would’ve yelled it if it weren’t because we were hiding.

He shushed me anyway, eyes scanning the area. Not a second passed before he reached for my hand and dragged me down the hall. “Follow me.”

That’s not how following works. Wiggling my hand out of his grip, I continued the argument in hushed tones. “Do you want me to have a heart attack? Next time you do that I won’t aim for a rib.” Seriously, what is wrong with him, for the love of-- His hand went to the area I’d elbowed. “My bad for helping you not get caught.” I averted my gaze from his hand to push away the guilt of hurting him. It wasn’t like my reaction had been uncalled for. “I had it under control. If someone saw me I could say I was looking for my dad. He was in there.” I pointed back at the hall, but paused, realizing he was there. “Wait, hold on, how did you know I was sneaking around? What are you even doing up here?” “What were you doing there?” “I asked first.” “Promise not to tell?” There was clearly something going on. I narrowed my eyes before taking a subtle look around myself. Shifting, I placed a hand on my hip. “Go ahead.” He took my hand again for some reason, giving me no chance to glare at him before dragging me to the staircase. Barnes and Rogers were back on their posts by the time we reached the bottom, at first not giving us much of a glance. 

When I looked over my shoulder, however, I was briefly met with Barnes’ scowl and Rogers’ bewilderment. I caught a glimpse of the blonde one wiping his head to look back at the stairs in confusion before we turned down a corner.

Brooks knew exactly what shelf he wanted to show me and immediately took a journal from it. “Look at this.”

I was annoyed by his lack of an explanation as we rushed here, but took the journal anyway to flip through it. I frowned as soon as I opened the middle of it and noticed it was more of a book. Margins were filled with annotations next to the simple text, the word “Selection” popping up pretty quickly on the Times New Roman font. 

It was about the Selection, but the cover didn’t indicate it. It didn’t even seem like a book until you opened it. I’d scouted the library for days now and there was nothing but magazines regarding the Selection. I lifted my eyes back to the prince in surprise; then suspicion as I noticed his serious gaze. We couldn’t possibly be looking into the same stuff, yet… I tried figuring out the annotations before making any questions.

Whoever had held that pen, deserved never to hold one again. It was worse writing than mine in a rush. “The Selection will be a raffle,” the text read, underlined to lead to that godawful penmanship. My eyes widened a minute later as I managed to deincript one of the sentences.

No puede ser realmente al azar.

“It’s a fixed raffle?” “What?” Brooks snatched the journal back, “You can read this?” I glared before taking it from him again. “Yes, I can. It’s horrible handwriting, but I know my Spanish when I see it.” I frowned at the sloppy letters, strung together more than they should be. “Or mostly…”

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a shaky laugh. It was like watching a mathematician figure out the solution to his equations had been in front of him all along. “Do you know what this means?” I gave no reaction, trying to figure out more sentences as I gulped. I understood how he felt. I felt the ‘eureka’ tugging at me, but I couldn’t settle for it. I’d spent the past weeks thinking maybe all of my ridiculous thoughts were a product of my boredom and know I had something tangible.

I resorted to sarcasm as I focused on more annotations and replied, “That he was a Hispanic doctor?” “Clove, think. I know you can.” “I was joking.” I frowned, flipping through the journal once more. “It means bad news.” “Why were you outside the meeting room?” I ignored him, thoughts spiraling down a path I didn’t like. Could it all be true? Had my lousy math actually led me to something? Did dad know? There was no way he didn’t.  “Clove!” “What!” I yelled, throwing library rules out the window as I shot him an angry glare.

“Why. Were. You. There.” Pursing my lips, I looked away and rubbed my forehead. 

Dad knows, who are you trying to fool? He would have to know. Lies aren’t new to him. He’s cheated on mom, now the country, not that big a difference, is it? I clenched my jaw at the thoughts. You were there because you were suspicious of him. Why else would you have gone? You heard his hesitation. He knows. You know.

Before I could stop myself I was answering in a ramble. Mentioning how weird dad had been, the ‘crazy odds’ Eloise had mentioned, the magazines, the stupid math and percentages. The order girls had been eliminated in the past and the high castes increasing.

“Hey, hey,” his hands were suddenly on my shoulders and that stopped me, my eyes landing on his hands. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

I gave him a warning look and he took his hands away. I could take a guess at what he was thinking. “It’s a terrible idea.” “But you can read this?” His excitement was clear on a smile. 

I looked at the ceiling with a sigh. “Kind of I guess. With some more time...” He didn’t let me finish, pulling me to him. I blinked in his arms, too stunned to react. Brooks was hugging me. “What-”

“Bless you. Follow me.” He let go and dragged me out of the library. I snapped out of my confusion midway in the hallway.

“Slow down, I’m not a rag doll.” “Quit whining, Teasdale.”

I gave him a cold stare once we arrived at his door. He pretended not to notice and pulled me inside, closing the door and then locking it. I raised an eyebrow.

“Someone else would find that creepy just so you know.” He gave me an exasperated look, slowly reaching for the doorknob again and unlocking it as if proving a point. “There. Shut up for two seconds now.”

Going over to some drawers and rummaging through them, he told me to come. I rolled my eyes but did as he asked when he added a “please.” Then, pulling out a chair for me at the table in his room, he opened the journal. “I've been taking notes on different things I find out about the Selection. Past conspiracies, ex-selected, drama, etc. I'm looking for patterns.”

I set my annoyance aside and sat down, intrigued by what he could’ve found himself. I’d never seen him excited like that. “Do you have anything?” He showed me his notes.“I've done the math, and the numbers of relevant girls in each selection has risen every time.” “It was 48% on your mother’s.” “And 51% for Nate's.” He had the same numbers as me. 

I clenched my jaw and stood up. “I need to talk to my dad.”

Reaching for my hand, he urged me to sit down. “Clove, you can't do that. Do you know what could happen?” “I don't know, but the pile of things he has to explain can't seem to stop growing.” “Do you know nothing about politics? Take it from an inside outsider, you don't want them knowing what you know.” I was aware of that, but disappointment and anger wrestled to take over and make me go back up there, guards or not, to yell at my dad for answers, demand he explain himself. Maybe even hoping he didn’t know and he’d help me uncover the truth. It would be a stupid move, however.

Silence settled in the room as my shoulders slumped. Brooks said nothing, letting it stretch for a minute or so, probably having his own thoughts to go over. Eventually, he added, “Hey, I know we're not actually the best of friends... but I could really use your help.” And I could use it too. Earlier that day, I hadn’t been sure I’d get anywhere with my little research, I just couldn’t bring myself to drop it either. Now I had another piece to the puzzle. I had a possible confirmation. Possible proof all because of...Brooks. 

Neither of us would get answers alone and I needed them, so I met his gaze, letting determination overshadow everything else in my mind. “I’m in.”

“Way to go, Teasdale,” he grinned, hand raised to offer a high five. I stared at it for a moment, thrown off.

“Are you okay?” He slowly let it fall back down. “Uh, yeah... Why?” “Well... you're being.. nice. I'm trying to determine if this is one of those ‘one in a lifetime’ moments because you need me, or if Quinn was right.” He raised both eyebrows, asking what his older sister had mentioned of him and I explained that she seemed to believe he was actually trying to be nice but I coulnd’t see it. 

Something like shame crossed his eyes as he looked down, playing around with a set of pens on his desk. “I-I've always been nice.”  

I leaned on the table with my elbows. “Yeah, that hasn't become any more believable than the last time you said it.” “I hope you're enjoying your seat,” he propmted, giving a flat look I was quick to return.

“What a gentleman.” “Just for you,” he almost cooed, tapping my nose with his finger. It took me a second to react and wrinkle my nose.

“Don't make me regret my decision. I could take the journal and work alone.” “Not gonna happen. Speaking of you taking the journal, I want you to try and figure out what the writing in the margin says.” “I’ll try to work on it.” I reached for the journal, examining the margins with old penmanship. “The ink is kinda smudged on some parts but I’ll figure it out.” “Thanks for doing this. I owe you.” “I’ll keep that in mind... Neither of us is telling anyone about this, right?” “Definitely not. Not until it gets far enough.” I stood up, taking a deep breath. “Alright. It’s an agreement.” Unsure of how to end the strange encounter I decided to go for something formal, extending my hand for him to shake. He reached for it slowly, the same hesitation I’d had at his suggestion of a high five. Or so it was until he opened his mouth again. “We've made so much contact in such a short span of time.” “You just had to make it weird, didn’t you?” “That? That's not weird. This?” he held my hand and pulled me close. Close enough to share the same breathing space. “This is weird.” My eyes could only widen in surprise before I pushed him off his chair with the same hand he’d pulled me with. A sound resembling a pterodactyl shriek escaped his lips as he fell back.

“AND YOU SAY I'M MEAN?” he screamed, sitting up on the floor. I snorted a laugh, but then cleared my throat. “Serves you right.” “Abuse is wrong.” I scoffed. “Invading personal space is wrong.”

He scoffed too. “Yep, still dramatic.” “Fine,” I hugged the journal to my chest, “I might be keeping this for myself then if I'm so dramatic.” He gestured to me. “That's just proving my point.” I said nothing and turned to the door, but as I did someone on the other side opened it, poking a head inside. Quinn. Dang, I should’ve let him lock it.

“Well, then...” Quinn shut the door quickly, “I'm going to go.”

“Wait up, I’m leaving as well!” I called out. “I'm feeling the love,” Brooks mumbled, still from his spot on the ground. I gave him a fake smile, like the one he'd given me the first morning in breakfast. “The floor loves you too.”

[ritarants]

this is weird Ne-leads have a vast "knowledge" base but it barely scrapes the surface... they usually have a hard time finishing books/shows/movies 90% of it is extrapolation. it's precisely because they have to fall back on that mechanism so frequently that they're able to look at a person and make an educated guess on their character using a few fragmented details in order to create a mental framework - based on a loose framework that existed long before they even interacted with you - which expands/shifts the more information they gather. it's just that the framework they started out with is sort of the foundation that keeps it all together that's like, why they get bored halfway through everything, they know how the story goes, so why finish the book liek I've fucking read this before Ne is knowing that if you don't know something then it's easier to be vague and elusive and make the other person's imagination do all the work sometimes Ne is just "I bet the movie was about two unlikely teens falling in love but people and circumstances were like NO but they do it anyway and memories are created but then BAM they can't see each other anymore but oh wait now they can, the end, happily ever after" but it's very different from Ni, I feel like ILIs are some of the best at picking out "vibes", the few times I've heard ILIs describing people, it's never with static words really... it's like "I notice that you're usually moving in this direction but then sometimes it changes and you do this but underneath that there's a lot of this" and it's very much about describing how you vibe on a wavelength and it's like that flat-line machine before people die and if you talk to an intuitive about their partner you'll notice that they're usually with them for more shallow reasons but they won't say that, they'll probably frame it more like yeah they're [x, y, z positive traits] because the thing about intuitives is that they're usually good at appearing how they should in order to get what they want, whereas sensors are actually more likely to get together with someone for more personality-related reasons, intellect, humor, etc I don't know man, I just remember watching a video someone here posted of an ILE-SEI couple and if you listen closely you'll notice that most of what the ILE praises the SEI for is caring and loving her, doing things for her, having a lot of interests which she then shares with him, being attractive and fashionable, it's not shallow per se. it's just that it's a lot about... doing, physical manifestations of love in a way. whereas the SEI went into a lovely list about how clever, compassionate, idea-driven she was... idk personality shit IDK I feel like SLEs can be really YEHh fuck bitches get money pew pew pew on the surface but I think even when they're saying something potentially offensive about their partner it's like, I don't know, concealing something deeper, I really do think they love them in their own stupid jock way in fact I think they're more capable of love than IEIs, most of the ones I've known have been sort of BPD energy vampires (sorry that's totally rude and it's not all of them but like I odn't know man, I try to avoid the females with a ten foot pole because they've got serious mental issues and not the excusable kind, the kind where they know they're being a huge pile of emotionally manipulative shit but they think it's ok because they're hot but there'll come a day where they won't be anymore and everything will catch up to them soz not soz work on your personality, not on your fake victim-esque backstory Idk i think it has something to do with intuitives being confident in their interestingness and cleverness and whatever else, like they are confident in their ideas about the world, which is not to say that sensors can't be, just that they might be a little more skeptical that they may be those things, for intuitives, especially Ne-egos, the highest of compliments is someone being with you despite the fact that you don't really take care of your appearance I don't know, it's hard to explain. it's just like if you're an intuitive then you'll most likely find the fact that someone likes you despite the fact that you look how you do, you'll find that extremely touching, like it will warm your heart sorta, and feed your ego, sensors might want more appreciation for their brains though. whereas sensors aren't ALWAYS confident in this, it's just that compliments to this area aren't exactly perceived the same way no offense but I feel like some people don't actually apply this socionics knowledge to real life... like you'll see a thread titled "EIIs and [insert idiosyncrasy here that ISN'T mentioned in type descriptions but something about it seems vaguely true even if not directly written in a description] someone fucking swoops in like a wrecking ball and what do they post *direct quote to a socionics article* "Well, it is not mentioned here. Therefore it does not exist. I'm an intuitive, by the way." which is totally bullshit because if you actually were then you'd be able to look beyond the words themselves and dig a little deeper sort of points to you being a sensor, but that's not an insult, the insult here is that you're a dumb sensor like holy shit man congratulations that's actually the equivalent of plagiarizing when you're asked to answer in your own words thoo.... idk man I feel like I'm only doing this because it provides me with a vocabulary where I can better explain things that I've observed myself but then someone takes the theory super fucking seriously like they really do not understand that this is just a loose framework - one of millions of frameworks btw - and that there were probably a lot of thoughts and revelations that preceded the descriptions, so if someone says hey are IEEs cold then the answer should be HMM Ne is literally detached by nature, they're labeled psychologists which should further reinforce the fact that they're detached since psychiatric evaluations even if not administered by a professional will still require a detached standpoint, they're usually spacey and head in the clouds... until they're not, and Fi is slightly more detached in the sense that there are fewer emotional displays and Fi-creative, as stated literally everywhere.... can even just up and forget people they've spoken to before, which can even be correlated to the Ep temperament, very much driven by irrational whims idk I seriously don't think it's healthy to glorify intuitiveness like it's so awesome to have a huge brain because half the problems self-proclaimed intuitives on here claim to have don't match up AT ALL with the ones I know elsewhere, Ne-leads in particular have literally such a hard time finding the motivation to do anything because Ne = everything is insignificant essentially, and they are actually deatched from their bodies, I think my ILE ex ended up in the hospital for having such terrible health, and I know my friend's ILE does a shit bunch of drugs because he is literally totally unaware of how much he can do before it's too much, just totally loses himself in it, and if they don't have Si-caregiving type bizzness in childhood then it's extremely hard for them to get anywhere in life beause they just fall in a pit of their own... idk....... but my ILE ex was extremely depressed it was just kept a secret mostly and he had to take meds for it because boredom to him was literally equivalent to death, it's hard to explain, but I really had to go over to his palce and pull him out of bed alll cute-like else he'd stay there for days just wasting away because ILEs absolutely require emotional encouragement and they need it consistently, and comfort and familiarity as well, or else they just lose their way I don't really feel bad for Ni-leads tho, I kind of think they're mooches, really annoying and don't actually do anything for humanity

[hvti]

AFTG!Siblings AU

Louisa Anastasia Damia Josten (Damia Dolores Wesninski) 

Damia (english. “to tame, to subdue, to kill”) Dolores (spanish. “sorrows”)

Louisa (french. “warrior”) Anastasia (greek. “resurrection”)

the name anastasia was given to her by mary when she unofficially adopted her and took her on the run w her & neil

like how neil keeps the middle name abram in all his identities, louisa keeps anastasia in all her identities

she also keeps damia, much to mary’s chagrin

when they were younger neil used to call lousia ‘DD’ for damia dolores

now he calls her sia (which, btw, is hebrew for victory)

she calls him abe & abram in private (mostly abe)

neil was the one to come up with the name louisa when they went to millport

she’s nathan’s and lola’s daughter so she’s neil’s half sister

she’s older than him by a year or two

they look exactly the same so they often had to pretend to be twins

also she’s shorter than him (by like an inch) which he teases her about constantly

btw dolores is the full name of lola and means the same thing

she was born deaf, master at reading lips in 5 different languages (including english, obvi)

also a master at sign language but has hardly ever had a need to use it because she can communicate w neil using eye contact so,

has trouble pronouncing words because of her hearing; her voice is all hollow and choppy

neil finds comfort in it anyway

super strong & super fast; her arms are thick and muscular af

she has a curvy athletic w a tiny waist that’s super sexy btw un f

also she can most definitely bench press anyone of the the foxes

maybe not matt or kevin but,

can also run as fast as neil

she isn’t a ‘rabbit’ like neil is though

she also doesn’t have an obsession w exy like neil does either, she only plays to be closer to him

she’s a dealer btw

she’s also a freakin’ amazing dealer like woah

she tends to be quiet and aloof; louisa usually only speaks out of irritation or to defend neil when necessary

part of the reason she doesn’t bother communicating is cus it’s too bothersome to try and talk to people who either 1. don’t know asl or 2. can’t read her like neil can

she has sociopathic tendencies,,

maybe borderline psychopathic

she gets pissed easily (but it doesn’t show thanks to her usually display of blank indifference)

enjoys picking on people; she has a dark and sarcastic sense of humor

also,,, she’s v sadistic and has a temper that rivals her fathers

it’s a couple of the things she inherited from nathan besides his looks

loves toying with her enemies and prolly feels most alive when she’s in a fight and/or about to kill someone

she killed a lot of nathan’s men while on the run

usually when his people found them she’d be the first to figure it out & tell mary to take neil and run ahead & she’d catch up with them when she was done

at the beginning she cared only for neil; she’s always had a strong sense of loyalty, devotion, & maternal instincts towards neil ever since he was born

neil is the only person louisa treats with a sort of gentleness

i.e. when she touches him: her fingers are always light and soft as if she’d break if she put too much force,

she often plays with his hair, it relaxes him,

they cuddle a lot

they’ve done it ever since they were kids, it started when neil was too afraid to go to sleep at night cus of his father

when they first moved into the fox tower louisa would sneak into neil’s dorm room and cuddle w him for the first few weeks

(they also shared the couch when they were staying w wymack before school started),

she’d sometimes sing lullabies or tell random, made up stories to help calm him down when he has nightmares or panics, despite her voice

neil highkey finds her voice very soothing

when she becomes closer to the foxes she becomes just as fiercely protective of them as she is of neil (but, ofc, she’ll always hold neil to a higher standing lmao)

she also starts talking with them, not by much tho like a short sentence every now and then

but the foxes learn to read louisa as well as neil can so

they also as neil to teach them asl to surprise louisa (when they showed her she had the biggest smile on her face and so much love in her eyes all of the foxes started crying; except andrew ofc)

she’s never cared for neil’s mother, like, at all

it was mostly because mary beat neil and no one hurts neil

whenever mary would raise her hand to beat neil louisa would crush her wrists or bruise her ribs in return

nothing too major cus they needed mary to still be able to run when needed

she respected mary on some level tho because she stole money and ran to protect neil which lousia can relate too

tho lousia wouldn’t have been so cowardly. she would’ve just killed nathan

she isn’t scared of nathan, her mother or the moriyamas like neil is

she doesn’t have nightmares

she doesn’t live in constant fear for her life

she isn’t worried about making it through the year alive

she isn’t worried about becoming like her father (she basically is as this point)

she isn’t afraid of her natural appearance because it looks too much like nathan’s

she is afraid of not being strong enough to protect neil

she’s afraid of losing him; it’s the one thing she has nightmares about

she’s very skilled with knives and carries like 50 different sized ones on her person at all times

she actually has a great sense of fashion

she hated the shit mary made her and neil wear and lowkey blames mary for neil’s sad excuse for fashion

when mary dies she fixes neil’s wardrobe

she usually only wears pants & long sleeve shirts & jackets

not because she’s hiding her scars tho (which, trust me, she has a lot of scars, like 50% of her body has scars and she get more when she goes with neil to evermore)

she actually likes her scars; she’s quite proud of them, shows she’s survived a lot of shit

part of the reason she covers up is cus of neil (ofc)

when he used to he see her scars he was also reminded of how most of those were because of him, because louisa was protecting him

he always hated that he could never protect her when all she’s done is protect him

he often feels like a burden to her and her scars kinda amplify his self-hate

and louisa noticed this a long time ago so, she covers up

the other have of the reason is cus it helps to hide her disgustingly large amount of knives (like srsly she has so many)

she often forgets to put in her contacts at times or redye her hair when her roots start growing so neil has to remind her

even though louisa is way more like nathan then neil will ever be, he always feels safe with her and loves her more than anything else in the world

he’s just as protective of louisa as she is of him

tho he spent his life running so he isn’t has strong as she is and can’t protect her like she can protect him

he’ll try to nonetheless ofc cus: martyr.

and being the Sass Master that he is neil is always the first one to drag a bitch verbally when they insult louisa

neil does the talking, louisa does that fighting; brain and brawns i guess you could say???

btw louisa is a history geek like kevin is (her favorite is mythology)

remember when i mentioned louisa telling neil stories?

most of them are mythology ones

her best subject is history

surprisingly enough louisa becomes closest with nicky, renee & kevin

she’s close w all of the foxes ofc

but nicky is her Sunshine

and renee gets her the most besides andrew

but andrew is neil’s and she respects that

and for some reason her and kevin share this weird bond and they become inseparable like she is w neil

and to the utter shock of everyone louisa is also as close w aaron as she is w neil & kevin

and i know this is an unpopular opinion but i like aaron

i hate his homophobic slurs with a passion but Goddess Nora mentioned that he became that way because of the environment that he grew up in

and i feel like aaron has potential to be better (there are so many aaron hcs out there that relate to how i perceive him in this hc but im too lazy to find them and link them,,)

so! somehow, someway aaron and louisa have a bonding moment idk what yet i haven’t thought that far yet

(and this is basically an about hc not a fic hc so,,,)

i do know that it happens sometime after the drake incident possibly??? idk

and they talk, a lot mostly in asl (besides neil, andrew and herself aaron is the best at asl)

aaron confesses to her about all the shit he went through with her mom and andrew and how he hates andrew or that he hates nicky

and he tells her how he hates himself the most and that he doesnt really hate andrew or nicky and that he wants to be better

so louisa helps him, listens to him when he needs an ear, drops little pieces of advice here and there

and no one knows this is going on for like the longest time

they only find out when nicky catches aaron and louisa sitting on the couch together in their dorm room playing video games and aaron is at shouting in disbelief because how can someone whos never played a goddamn video game in her life be so fucking good!? and louisa cackling like a freakin’ cartoon villain as she continues to crush aaron in w/e game they were playing

nicky was Shook

he told everyone of course

or something like that again idk,,,

also, louisa doesn’t go pro like neil does

instead, she becomes ichirou’s right hand

when neil finishes talking to ichirou about his life, ichirou tells neil to wait outside while he talked to louisa

and ichirou asks louisa if she wants the same thing her brother wanted

and louisa was confused cus like she didn’t say or do anything during the entire time ichirou was talking with neil so why ask?

she didn’t care what she did when she got out of collage as long as she was near neil so she can protect him

but neil had andrew to protect him now so… was she really needed?

ichirou spoke to her about how she killed her father’s men (he got reports i guess, nathan’s men were kengo’s men technically)

people were sent to the last place they heard from nathan’s followers and they found their bodies bloody and mangled

louisa smirked ever so slightly, nodding her head to ichirou’s implied question (“was it you?”)

so, ichirou makes a different deal with louisa and she becomes his right hand and is held at a much, much higher status than nathan

i don’t know how i’d want their relationship to be though im caught between it being just a business thing, a way for her to protect neil from the inside as well

or have them have like a mutual respect for each other w louisa being almost as fiercely loyal to him as she is to neil (but again, neil will always be #1)

i also kinda want her and ichirou to get together at some point

most likely when louisa graduates from college

p.s. when her and neil get kidnapped by nathan and lola louisa puts up a hell of a fight

like she hurts lola bad

and nathan too

but they drugged her so she was pretty weak and couldn’t kill them like she wanted

it was the most scared she’s ever been cus lola was hurting neil while nathan was hurting her and she knew lola was only toying with neil for fun but god what is lola killed him?

she’s never felt more useless in her life

is was also the first time she’s ever felt so scared

p.s.s. louisa does change her name officially to louisa anastasia damia josten w neil

i think that’s it for now? maybe i’ll write lil drabbles or smth in the future?? i’ve never been good at writing but i do wanna see louisa come to life,,, the struggle is real

i might post more of louisa on here or my writing blog @principi and my main blog is @cimelio

also if you want come talk to me about hcs!!! i love sharing ideas n junk lmao

[rinpanna]

tagged in this Meme by @kageyama-tobiyo SMASH that mofo read more if u give a shit abt my existence 

1. Are you named after someone? 

i’m pretty sure i’m named after my mom’s grandmother??

2. When was the last time you cried? 

I think it was like a month or so ago, my mom was being overcontrolling and i kinda lost it (SHES A REALLY GREAT PERSON LIKE 99% OF THE TIME THO IT WAS JUST YEARS OF BUILD UP EXPLODING AT ONCE)

3. Do you like your handwriting? 

I joke a lot about how my handwriting is shit, which it is, but i still like it because it’s MINE and only mine you know??

4. What is your favorite lunch meat? 

“Im not much of a lunch meat kind of girl. Peanut butter is my thing.” THIS ANSWER DEFINES ME PERFECTLY, THANKS DAWN (i eat 3 jar of pb in 2 day)

5. Do you have kids? i am a MINOR!!!!!!!!!

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? not to sound narcissistic but yes, i literally never fight with my friends bc i am a Chill person and i am always there for emotional support. but if u dont like loud ppl, you would h8 me :^)

7. Do you use sarcasm? nEVer with adults/strangers but ALWAYS w friends

8. Do you still have your tonsils? yes

9. Would you bungee jump? “Remove the cord and we have a deal ;)” SAME DAWN SAME, but i would also bungee jump with a cord

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? LIFE CINNAMON CEREAL I LOVE THAT SUGARY TOOTH ROTTING SHIT MMMMMMMMMMM 👌👌👌👌👌👌

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? depends, if im thinking about the next day and how it’ll be easier if i just untie them now, yes, but i am not normally prudent like this

12. Do you think you’re a strong person? I think i’m a lot more mentally strong than some people, and physically im Ok could be better. i could definitely kick @acejugs ass tho

13. What is your favorite ice cream? i can’t eat real ice cream bc dairy allergy but FAKE ice cream i love chocolate or cookies and “””cream”””

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? ASS, jk uhhhh idk it sound cheesey but i really dO only judge people by their personality most of the time. like if they’re a dick off the bat im like :^^)

15. What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?

i used to really not like that im kinda Chub but now i embrace it. i guess my height????? (IM 5′1 WTF IS THIS BS)

16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? skin color shoes (aka: none) and blue pants with snow flakes on them bc during the weekends (sometimes bleeding into weekdays) i dont change out of my pajamas 

17. What are you listening to right now? nothing actually, but as i was doing my 59999 pounds of hw today, i listened to 

-carrie and lowell- sufjan stevens

-all of the kagepro songs- jin

-yuri on ice track from ost 1 hr loop

-weeb mixes on 8tracks

-atlas year one- sleeping at last (thanks @mochiiron )

18. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? pepe green so the children can get their daily meme fill

19. Favorite smell? this is gonna sound creepy as FUCK, but i perceive a lot thru smell especially with people so like. i love the smells of my friends (EVERYONE SMELLS SO DIFFERENT I SWEAR) and my mom and people i have crushes on (im like 90% sure i fall for people bc of their smell what kind of 2000 B.C. era head Ass)

20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? mom callin about groceries

21. Favorite sport to watch? HOCKEY or figure skatin lmao i’ve never done an ice sport im a fake fan

22. Hair color? black bc chinese ancestry yall

23. Eye color? Dark dark drak dark aDark brown

24. Do you wear contacts? No my prescription is only like -1,-1.5 so i rarely even wear my glasses lol

25. Favorite food to eat? im like high key obsessed with food so i cannot answer this question w a single answer.

-pb

-plain fuckin bread

-moms chicken soup

-CAKE

-poptarts

-lo mein

-carrots 

-pesto

-etc

(also: why is the eat in this question?????what else do u do with food?????? scream at it???)

26. Scary movies or comedy?

i never watch movies uhhh i’d probably pick comedy before scary tho

27. Last movie  anime you watched? i dont watch movies lol-- mob psycho 100 with my friend but i’m not done and she is o-(--<

28. What color of shirt are you wearing? my shirt is gray but i’m wearing a hoodie on top of it which is navy blue (no bra tho ;;)))) 

29. Summer or winter? SPRING

30. Hugs or kisses? hugs, i wont even let my mom kiss me lmao

31. What book are you currently reading? Going After Cacciato for school (its ok) and im about to start Ash by Malinda Lo (like after i finish this meme im oUT)

32. Who do you miss right now? i feel really bad but like/??  i rarely actually miss people? like when i hear from someone i haven’t heard from in a long time im HAPPY but rarely do i ever like mentally/physically ache for ppl (even my best best friends). but i guess i always miss my grandma because she’s kinda old and im always worried about her health and wanna be w her everyday :(

33. What is on your mouse pad? what year is it, 2006

34. What is the last TV program you watched? LMFAOOOO YOU THOUGHT I WATCHED TV, my mom had me watch a news thing about the yayoi kusama exhibit in DC tho earlier today, i genuinely can’t remember the source tho

35. What is the best sound? i don’t have a fave sound but i have plenty of sounds that i h8. i guess just in general good music is best sound

36. Rolling Stones or The Beatles? im not pretentious enough about music to answers this, sorry 

37. What is the furthest you have ever traveled? probably antarctica! my mom worked in the travel dept at National Geographic when i was in elementary school so i got to go a Lot of really cool places

38. Do you have a special talent? i have an 80% accuracy rate for catching food after throwing it in the air. nat also thinks that being able to read and walk my dog is a talent but ????? i think a lot of ppl can do that. OH best talent: literally being able to turn everything into a meme

39. Where were you born? 

xiantan, hunan province, china!

[translationandbetrayals]

Vtubers, a form of entertainment which you cannot escape from.

So first thing first very new to this, like I only got introduced to vtubers 2 to 3 months ago, before that I only knew kizuna ai and a few other but I never actively saw their content so for my sake and for those who don’t know let’s give a Little bit of context about what vtubers are.

“Virtual youtubers” or “Virtual livers” refers to, similar to youtubers,a person that uploads videos and streams on a platform(mostly YouTube hence the name)but in this case they do it using an avatar, either a 2d live image in most cases or a 3d model which are made using a plethora of programs. You can find Vtubers channels all around the world I even found an Argentinian vtuber the other day but the most well known are the Japanese ones; These creators, are often associated with an agency which supports their activities, otherwise they are independent creators just like any other youtuber or streamer. The more well known agencies are Hololive and nijisanji, having a total of over 100 active members when you take both agencies members into account, but a lot of other agencies are out there

 Now that we took that out of the way let’s talk about what’s the charm of vtubers and why this media it’s a bottomless rabbit hole. The reasons are not complicated, have you ever (and I know most of you have) had an anime waifu or a husbando? Have you ever had the dream of interacting with your favorite idol?, well vtubers bring those dreams closer to reality;Nijisanji while being focused more to the creator side of things, with their more than 100 members each one with a different personality and unique style will have at least one that resonates with your tastes, and Hololive, an agency more focused to the creation of “virtual idols”, with their members releasing songs on a constant basis while maintaining a personality  of what is perceived as an idol in japan as they perform their regular activities as creators Will help you achieve that dream of being closet to that real idol you never could before by just typing in chat. The other reason would be, and I think this the most important one…it’s because it’s different, they catch your attention by just seeing the thumbnail and they make you stay when you realize they actually have a personality ,a really Good example of this would be  the recent virtual camgirl projeckt Melody who grabbed everyone´s attention by presenting a new way to enjoy that type of content and completely stole everyone´s viewership with just the first stream(I will not go into details because I want this post to get approved).

So that´s it, once you find a single vtuber you like not only you will probably get hooked on but after that youtube’s algorithm will start recommending you more videos about more vtubers and eventually you will find yourself watching not just one but a bunch of them, listening to their songs, maybe buying merch if you are more hardcore. This is a type of media you will eventually stumble upon if you like anime and watch YouTube, one that you can’t avoid with the excuse of “I don´t understand Japanese” since there´s an active base of fans translating their videos and uploading them in their own channels(they ask for permission first tho,very respectable community),you will start descending this rabbit hole known as vtuber world, and in the end, just as me, you will find yourself not knowing how to climb up.

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im bored at lunch and doing this bye

WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Elaine ******* ********* who tf puts their whole name on the internet??

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Laine, Lainey, Eli

3. BIRTHDAY? Feb 27

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES?  Um Lady of the rivers/white queen/red queen/white princess by phillipa gregory

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? both absolutely

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? tom robbins and david sedaris and toni morrison. a lot more but those are top three that are drastically different

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? the only one i listen to is a local alt rock, other than that i listen to my own perfectly curated spotify playlists 

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? uhhh lavender or salt n vinegar lmao

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? abso fab

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? deadcrush by alt j

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? reveille

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? cornflake girl - florence and the machine cover

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH?

MAD MEN even tho matthew weiner die, schitts creek, the office only bc you wont get any memes if you dont, SHARP OBJECTS SHARP OBJECTS SHARP OBJECTS and also the sinner season 1

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN?  when harry met sally

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? just the sims and when im with my friends ill play what they play

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? a stranger breaking in to my house or like a ghost idk

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? i dont judge anyone bc i just dont care what other people do as long as its not harming others. so ive been told im a good person to confide in

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? for sureeeee my need to be right at all times

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? my cat is the best living creature, but other than him, dogs

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? summer i need to feel the sun radiating my bones to feel alive

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? abso not

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? my childood dog and no bills

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? her name is hailey, my sister and i met her when i was 5 and they were 6 and we’ve been inseparable ever since

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? blue

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? ash blonde

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? my sister

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? my sister and all of my friends

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? my 12 year old half brother

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? get to go to baltimore this weekend for a museum trip

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? honestly rn sims 4...its like therapy for me lmao. and my cat. 

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? i barely watched tv as a child....probs the wild thornberries

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? my other best friends john and tyler. we’ve been friends for 16 years 

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? yeah catch me practicing all safeguards 

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? misophobia/phonia

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? either idc

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? not really a hobbie but im v passionate about tarot cards. and i do yoga every morning

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? their eyes were watching god

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? when harry met sally 

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? used to play piano but i stopped in high school

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? dogs

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? thestateonmtv, theocseason4, thehauntedmansion2003....idk any more i check those 3 a lot bc theyre good comic relief

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? invisibility

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? i loooove my room. also a small abandoned beach called claiborne.

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? anything my idiot cat does, tv shows, when i mreally depressed i listen to my brother my brother and me because its mindless

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? i mean i played volleyball for 3 years BUT i did ballet and modern dance (w some jazz sometimes) for 16 years so that took up almost all of my free time

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? water, green apple kombucha, an oatmilk latte

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? today on a birthday card

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? a little

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? when ppl chew loud it makes me wanna die. 

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? omg tons are you for real lmao

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? uhhh a weird mix of no dairy and no meat but i eat seafood? bc im on the east coast in maryland so you basically have to here

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a lot of things

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? shiiiit idk

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? the future

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? yep

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? yes but im not great at it despite having like 10 years training lmao

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? in high school i skipped like 50 days a year lmao. in college i was better but def used all of my sick days

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? the beach, or st andrews by the sea in new brunswick

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? summer in st andrews by the sea, somewhere warm and beachy the rest of the time

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? my cat, and at my moms house another cat and a dog, my dad has a dog a horse and a raccoon (?) but i dont go there alot

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? i guess early bird but i love sleep

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? sunsets

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? yes 

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? earbuds

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? for six years i hated my life

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? alternative and classic rock. also i love jazz and blues

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? i dont have one

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? i loved the archie comics as a child...thats why i unabashadly love riverdale

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? close minded people

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? a real book

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? art history in college, english in high school

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? 2 step brothers, 2 ex step brothers (Were still close), a full sister, and a half brother

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? a latte maker and hair dye

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5’ 9″

75. CAN YOU COOK? yes but i hate cleaning pots

76. WHAT ARE THREE FOUR THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? my cat, lattes, music, my bed

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? uhhhh idk 

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? almost an even split

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? i dont really label myself but its definitely fluid

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? maryland

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? one of my group chats

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? ugh on monday in therapy

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? i dont really have one

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? almost never

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? uhhh instagram and huji

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? yikes lets not lol

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? mmmm spanish or like...portugese

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? mykonos 

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 86

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? no

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? no

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OR THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? deep ocean bc its like... right there

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? for like 2 years i would accept any dare anyone gave me....until i jumped off a bridge and cracked my ankle. so not anymore haha

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? an ingredient in contacts and pink eye medication

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? no

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? no

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? if im actually wrong i will

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? Beach

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? no one is thinking about/judging you as much as you think they are

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? yes but i dont use it often

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? uh idk or care tbh 

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? very infrequently

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? god the most introverted

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? i loosely keep a tarot journal

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? depends on the situation but almost always, no

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? return it

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? sure

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? yes

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? yeah its so weird to me that some people have been haha

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? SO when i turned 18 i got lik 7 extra piercings on my ears...they all closed up so now i have my OG two

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? anna karenina i think wed be friends

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? no

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? staying home for a year and going to community college when my step dad was dying

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? yes totally

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? glasses

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? yes 3 girls

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? my friend kenna

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? why the fuck would i say it here

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? yes bc of anxiety

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? black

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? love ‘em

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? yes 

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 23

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE?  “unable to perceive the shape of you, i find you all around me. your presence fills my eyes with your love. it humbles my heart, for you are everywhere” from the shape of water

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? savory but i love a good fruit