Literally no thoughts just Gojo after your wedding carrying you over the threshold of your hotel room. You’re not leaving for your honeymoon until the morning but he nearly trips on the doorframe in his haste.
“You really don’t need to carry me—”
“But it’s tradition, we need to consummate the marriage!” he insists. Within seconds his lips are against yours and he’s fumbling with the light switch, and you finally swat his hand away and just beg him to take you to the bed.
He works the zipper of your dress down, part of him sad that he’s not going to see you in this gorgeous gown again, but then it reveals your white lace lingerie and the groan he lets out is broken and guttural and desperate.
This is far from the first time he’s seen you like this, but there’s something about this moment here and now that makes it so much more intense, so much more intimate and he just never wants to let you go.
“Satoru,” you whisper, and his breath hitches.
He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Shh, I know. Just lemme take care of you, like I promised.”
And when he sees the gold band on his fourth finger pressing into the skin of your hips as he sheaths himself inside of you, he nearly loses himself, sending up a prayer to whatever gods are listening that he can keep his promise to keep you safe and happy forever.
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>getting very close to end of P5R
>Maruki goes around giving people their ideal reality
>Game makes it a point to emphasize that he revives dead people
>"huh I wonder why he granted everyone else's wishes but didn't give the mc one"
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Look…
… Does Myst IV have its issues? Yes. Is the acting, esp Sirrus and Achenar, hammy and ridiculous af??? Hard yes.
Is that part of the reason I love it??? HELL YES.
I can’t help it, I just love the cheesy hamminess of the dude who plays Achenar esp??? Like did Achenar ‘luck out’ w/ the prison ages? Yes, definitely. But that’s almost like. A point in a way? Plus it’d be weird to have two of the exact same world just. Chilling out in the open, that’d at least arose suspicion, at most scream ‘trap.’ The writing is a little clumsy, but I don’t think you’re supposed to think that Sirrus is super worse then Achenar—I think the differences in their imprisonment is meant to be a factor in why you’re meant to trust Achenar. Sirrus’s issue is he mistrusts everyone. He takes Atrus and Catherine’s visits as a sign of mockery, assumes they ‘love’ Yeesha more. He can’t fathom sincerity or honest affection, expects everyone to have an ulterior motive or be stupid, and his prison age just makes that worse. For Sirrus, isolation made him worse, where as Achenar needed… Maybe not complete isolation, but a controlled environment with things he can’t gain power or rule over. Sirrus’s prison age exacerbated his pride and callousness while Achenar was able to cool off and self reflect. But of course, I don’t think Atrus really expected anyone to fall into these traps, and again, he’d never imagine his sons would. He just wrote two different types of prison Ages, maybe wrote Haven a bit after Spire, or something. He didn’t plan them out w/ a particular person or personality in mind. It’s not his fault that they choose the way they did. The cookie crumbled that way and it made them different people, and there was very little anyone could have done to anticipate these exact things happening.
Now, I should note that I dunno what an alternative ending would be for them, bc despite all of this, it will never make the things the willingly did go away, what’s done cannot be undone. I very rarely think anyone deserves death, but narratively I can see why they did it. It’d be hard to integrate Sirrus and Achenar w/ their past issues hanging over them (esp after III). I’m more just musing on a comment I saw once that kinda had an almost complain-y tone to it about, so I wanted to say that I think that’s part of the point. I think you’re supposed to to notice the differences/benefits of each prison world and consider it in your decision.
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im so glad i have a gen z brother.. these days i mention some weird wisp of a thought about humans’ feet & back problems coming from that whole thing in our evolutionary timeline where we became bipedal. like cool we can reach the high fruit and hit stuff from above or whatever but I just got this sense (physically, I was stretching) that our bodies are not yet..optimally evolved for this../of course mainly it’s all the tech neck, repetitive sedentary activities, and lack of vigorous physical activity at fault, but still, just a lil theory that crossed my mind during a good stretch,
And he’ll already be nodding like “oh yeah there’s these people on tiktok who post videos about how they walk around on four legs for 30 minutes or an hour each day and their back and shoulders get so strong” like bitch. thank god for the rapidly growing information flow from the combination of humans and the power of the internet..and apps, etc other important tools at hand ofc.. i wasn’t even thinking about googling such a throwaway thought. he probably just saved me years of that just popping into my head and me furiously pondering if i was the only crazy one who ever thought that
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An excerpt:
Aislyn returns to her analysis of the area. She catches a glimpse of Silva jotting something down on a notepad, seemingly pleased that he’d managed to procure the scoop he’d wanted. Beside him, a woman in a distracting red dress stands out against the muted blues, blacks, and grays of the other guests. She does not make her disinterest subtle. After fiddling with an excellently manicured hand, she mimics Aislyn and also gives her attention to the room.
It’s only when she does that Aislyn is able to see that it’s Valerie. Suddenly eager to direct her eyes elsewhere, a sudden change in Valerie’s demeanor halts Aislyn.
Her look of haughty disdain immediately becomes one of shock. Aislyn follows Valerie’s line of sight, and to a shock of her own, sees it fall onto Cailean. He doesn’t appear to notice the pair of eyes on him at first, but it doesn’t take long. His head tilts a fraction away from Mayor Dempsey and locks onto Valerie. The expression that forms on his face is as cold as it is instantaneous.
Even in the brief moments she’d seen Cailean upset, Aislyn had never seen him look like that. His face was unrecognizable. As quickly as he looks at Valerie, he looks away, refocusing on the stage. Aislyn’s head snaps back to Valerie who, to her utter amazement, has her head hanging down. Her brows were knitted together so furiously with an expression that Aislyn could only deem as being a cross between sorrow and embarrassment.
She couldn’t believe her eyes...
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