#the quality of this scan is awful sorry

[queeriboh]

HOLD THE FUCK ON

[ncis-nerd]

first day

boss wanda maximoff x college student reader

about: y/n, a college student starts her new internship. she is off to a rough start but don't worry it gets better.

secrets untold au

You loved the fall, watching the leaves fall to the ground. The quiet simplicity of birds chirping, how they’d wake you up each and every morning. Every morning was a good morning in your head.

You were in on your way to work, a part time job as you were a college student. This “job” as you called it, was a paid internship with one of the most well-known film companies. Today was your first day there, you still couldn’t believe it.

Your heart raced as you approached the bold red stairs that led up to the tall building. You stood there for a moment, was this really happening? You thought to yourself as a woman with auburn hair bumped into you, causing you to stumble. You fell to the floor, your knee bleeding slightly. You groaned softly, looked at your skinned knee.

Your eyes glance up towards the tall woman in heels who had a frown on her face, you could tell she didn’t mean to do that. “Oh, I am so sorry honey.” She spoke, helping you off of the ground.

Her eyes trailed down to your bloody knee, she winced. “I have a first aid kit in my office, if you want?” She asked. You nodded, following behind her as she led you into the building.

Your eyes scan the room, there were a bunch of cubicles and a break room. This building didn’t feel like professional place of business though, the decorations felt homey in a sense. There were a bunch of pictures in frames, a lot of scenery and sunshines.

One photograph really caught your attention, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a picture of a really beautiful red-headed woman with green eyes. The woman hovered behind you, smiling at your interest in that specific image.

“You like that one?” She husked, her voice startling you slightly. You nod in response, “It’s such a good photograph, not just the quality but the woman in the picture as well.” Your eyes focused on all the little small details that could be missed by another’s eyes. Like the sparkle in the green eyes or the small grin in the photo that is hidden by an obvious frown.

“My wife. That’s my wife, I took that photograph myself. You think she’s pretty?” The woman smirked at you, your eyes notice the very obvious wedding band on her finger that you had not seen before.

You turn red, slightly embarrassed that you were fangirling over her wife, and her photo. You were impressed though, because it was such a good photo. “Aw, you getting shy on me sweetheart?” Her eyes burned into yours, it felt like she could see right into your soul.

Her eyes fall back onto your bruised knee, “Ah right, let’s go get that cleaned up.” She nodded, leading you to her office. Her office was huge, she had her own leather couch, fairy lights and even a wall mounted television. Your attention fell onto her shelf of cameras, which made sense since she said she took that photo from earlier.

She pulled a first aid kit out of her desk, “Come over here, will you dear?” She asked, digging through the bandaids and such. You sat on the couch, near her. Her hand brought your leg up, on top of her lap.

“This is going to sting a little” She hummed before wiping your knee with an alcohol pad. You groaned, feeling the intense sting. You were never one for pain, even the slightest amount would send you spirling. Which is why you were surprised that you were able to remain your composure before. But it’s like the woman could see right behind your wall, as tears started to form in your eyes.

She placed a bandaid on your knee, sealing the bruise after putting antibiotic cream on it. “All better.. Do you want me to kiss it better?” A warm smile creeped up on her face. You nodded shyly. That didn’t sound too bad, you thought.

The woman gently removed your leg from her lap, placing it back onto the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as to how she was going to kiss your knee if it was on your ground.

That’s when she stood up from the couch, crouching right in front of you as she made direct eye contact. As she got on her knees and kissed yours.

You could feel her warm lips on your knee, her hot breath tickling your knee. You groan softly, your heart fluttered. You couldn’t lie that she didn’t get you all flustered. She arose, helping you up.

“Well, you’re all fixed, sweetheart. Excuse my matters, I didn’t catch your name earlier? My name is Wanda Maximoff.” The auburn haired woman smiled.

You felt your heart drop when you came to the realization that this was THE Wanda Maximoff, as in your BOSS, Wanda Maximoff? This was not good..

“Y/N…. Y/L/N.” You mumbled softly, your eyes fell to your floor as you felt your gut drop.

"Oh? You’re Y/N, ah I was wondering where you were. You are my new intern. I bet we’ll be having a lot of fun together.” She chuckled, taking a seat at her desk.

Your eyes read her gold name plate on her desk. It read W. Maximoff.

[munson-blurbs]

Remember this poll? Well, I rose to the challenge, and I have produced some quality Ted Wheeler smut. Enjoy. Or don't. I'm sorry.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), dirty talk, Reader is 18, Nancy is a b*tch.

WC: 1.5k

It had all started as a joke between you and Fred Benson.

“You should sleep with Jonathan,” he’d suggested as you sat at your desk, fuming. “That’ll teach her.”

You’d shook your head. “Are you kidding? He follows her around like a lost puppy dog. I could flash my tits and he wouldn’t even bat an eye.” You’d scowled across the cafeteria at the two lovebirds, gazing into each other’s eyes as they distractedly ate their lunches. Nancy was feeding Jonathan potato chips and giggling. “Ugh, she thinks she’s so perfect, like she’s untouchable or something.”

“There’s always one foolproof way to get under someone’s skin,” Fred said, taking a swig of water.

“What?”

“Do it with their opposite-sex parent,” he’d shrugged, as if it were another run-of-the-mill idea. “Nancy thinks she can just steal article assignments that she promised you? Fine; you’ll just have sex with her dad.”

The two of you had laughed at the idea of you seducing Ted Wheeler; the horrified expression on Nancy’s face. It wasn’t until today that you’d actually considered it.

“I need you to cover the chess tournament today,” she’d demanded, handing you a sticky note with the location and time. “Higgins is insisting that it get as much coverage as basketball; something about ‘promoting our academics,’ or some bullshit. Not like anyone’s gonna read it.” She’d rolled her eyes and started to walk away.

“Hold on,” you call out, feeling rage ballooning in your chest. “You’re taking me off of the basketball game article–for the second time in two weeks–so I can write about something that you yourself admit won’t be read.”

“Someone’s gotta do it.” And with that, she flounces away. Sure, she was the The Weekly Streak’s editor, but you’d be writing for the paper just as long as she had. And she’d just crossed the line from exercising authority to a full-blown power-trip.

That’s how you found yourself at the Wheeler household at 4 PM on a Friday. Nancy was at the game, and her little brother would be there, too, cheering on his bench warming freshman friend. You knew from your mom that Mrs. Wheeler would be grocery shopping, and she usually took her youngest daughter with her.

That left Ted Wheeler, all alone in that big house, with nothing to keep him company besides the local news and his favorite recliner.

You ring the doorbell twice, hearing the older man grumble, “coming, coming,” as the living room floor creaked with his movements.

“Can I help you?” he asks, scanning you up and down behind his thick-framed glasses. You’re not surprised at the way he drinks you in; you’re wearing a cleavage-baring shirt and a pair of jeans that cling to every curve.

“Hi, Mr. Wheeler,” you say breathily, tossing your hair slightly and giving off a better view of your neck. “Is Nancy home? We were gonna study together.”

“Uh, no, she’s out,” he mumbles, shoving his hand in his pocket.

You jut out your lower lip in a cute little pout. “Aw, okay,” you lament. “D’you mind if I wait here for her? It’s supposed to rain soon, and I’d hate to get all wet.” You let the double entendre hang in the air as he stammers his approval for you to come in the house.

“You said you’re, uh, one of Nancy’s friends?” Ted mutes the television, leaving the news anchors to report the day’s events in animated silence. 

“We’re both reporters for the school newspaper,” you clarify, not even willing to pretend to be more than acquaintances with that stuck-up priss. “We have AP history together, and there’s a huge test next week.”

Ted nods, keeping his eyes glued to your curves. “Haven’t seen you around before.” And he’s absolutely positive he would’ve noticed you. 

“We don’t hang out outside of school too much,” you admit, strategically sitting on the arm of the recliner where he’d just been, the cushions still slightly indented. “She did come to my eighteenth birthday party last month, though.” Uninvited, you decline to add. 

He muses over the number for a moment. “You can change the channel, if you want.” he says finally, motioning towards the remote on the coffee table. 

“Actually, Mr. Wheeler,” you start, a mischievous smirk dancing on your lips, “there’s a better way I’d like to pass the time.”

He swallows thickly, not wanting to misread signals or overstep any bounds. “Wh-What’s that, hon?”

You pat the recliner smugly. “C’mere and I’ll show you.”

As soon as he sits back in his favorite chair, you straddle his waist and press chaste kisses along his neck. You feel him shift beneath you as you press your core to his. 

“I’m—I’m married,” he chokes out, gripping your hips tightly and helping you rock back and forth. 

“I know,” you reply smartly, unbuttoning his khaki slacks and shimmying off the chair, dropping to your knees. “I can keep a secret if you can.”

“Yeah, I can,” he says, no hesitation. His thick cock springs up to attention as soon as you pull down his briefs. How long has it been since Karen sucked him off that he was already hard?

He hisses as you lick up his shaft, digging his fingernails into the armrests. You take him into your mouth slowly, letting your tongue slide along his considerable length. The sensation—or perhaps the feeling of being desired by such a beautiful younger woman—ignites something in him that he thought had been snuffed out years ago. 

Leaning back a bit more and allowing himself to get comfortable, he lets out a soft moan. “Where’d a good girl like you learn to do this?”

You release him with a soft pop, grinning up at his yearning face. “It’s not hard when you’ve got a lot to work with.” He hums contentedly as you wrap your lips around the head. 

“Been—shit—a minute since someone took care of me like this,” he mutters. “And it’s been even longer since anyone let me make them feel good.”

You climb back on his lap, a slight frown on your otherwise perfect face. “You mean your wife—?”

“Rather chase after younger guys than be with me,” he confesses, ire building as he thinks about that cocky lifeguard with a mullet who has all the middle-aged women lusting after him. “I gave up after a while.”

You bring his big hands under your shirt, letting him grope your bare tits. “If you were mine, Mr. Wheeler,” you whisper in his ear, “I’d want you touching me all the time.” 

He pushes your shirt up over your head. “I like when you call me Mr. Wheeler.”

“You wanna make me feel good, Mr. Wheeler?” you tease as you unbutton your own pants and slide them past your feet. “Wanna show me what else your cock can do besides fuck my face?”

Your dirty talk has him nearly tearing off the delicate lace thong covering your pussy. He lines himself up with your entrance, and you hiss as his girth practically splits you in half. None of the idiot high school boys could compare to a real man, and you knew right then and there that you’d never go back to them. 

He squeezes the plush of your ass, guiding you as you ride him. The fleshy tip of his cock nudges against your sweet spot just right, as his thick middle finger circles your clit, and it only takes a few minutes before your orgasm washes over you. 

“Fuck, Mr. Wheeler, I’m gonna cum!” you cry out with a downright pornographic groan. He’s still rock hard inside you, fucking up into you vigorously as he chases his own finish. 

“Thassit, take it all. Never had cock this good in your life, have you?” he growls. “Such a good girl, making Mr. Wheeler feel good with her beautiful pussy. All tight and wet f’me.” You feel his release trickle down your thigh as he pulls out, and he quickly scoops it up with two fingers and holds it to your lips. You lick it up greedily, smiling as you do. Ted–Mr. Wheeler–wears a similar self-satisfied grin.

The two of you are fastening your buttons and smoothing your clothes when the door clicks open. Mr. Wheeler freezes in place, but you cross your arms over your chest and look Nancy Wheeler dead in the eyes.

“How was the game? Did anyone score?” You sneer, laughing to yourself at your tongue-in-cheek comment.

“Y-Yeah,” she mumbles, gaze flitting between you and her father. Her jaw clenches, and her backpack slips off of her shoulders and plops onto the ground, but she doesn't seem to notice. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Oh, Nancy,” you feign pity, grabbing your purse as you chide her. “It’s very simple: you fucked me over, and I fucked your dad.” You turn to the man blushing in the very recliner where you just sat on his dick. “Bye, Mr. Wheeler. Thanks for the great time.” Opening the door, you pause once more to add, “I’ll be covering next week’s basketball game, Nance. But don’t worry; you can do the chess tournament.”

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[momo-no-tane]

Peach-Pit Artbook Scanning Project - Complete!

On August 1st, 2015 I made the first post of this artbook scanning project to provide high quality scans of Peach-Pit’s illustrations, because there was barely anything available online, or if there was the quality was absolute garbage. 7 artbooks and 648 illustrations later, the Peach-Pit Artbook Scanning Project is finally complete... really, really late.

I was supposed to finish this project in April 2018. I finally uploaded the last illustration yesterday - July 8th, 2023. Unfortunately I was never able to finish it back in 2018 like I wanted to. Life got really busy, I had gone back to school, my computer battery died, I started getting lazy... when I only had 5 illustrations left to post. I’m so sorry it took so long to finish. I really hated myself for not finishing it back then. I was constantly beating myself up over it. I really wanted to get it done this year though. Thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs over the course of this project. You can find each of the artbooks below.

Artbook 1 (Peach-Pit Artworks DearS)

Artbook 2 (Peach-Pit Artworks Sui Mitsu Kyo)

Artbook 3 (Peach-Pit Artworks Zombie-Loan)

Artbook 4 (Shugo Chara! Illustrations)

Artbook 5 (Peach-Pit Artworks Rozen Maiden)

Artbook 6 (Shugo Chara! Illustrations 2)

Artbook 7 (Rozen Maiden Illustrations: Rose Maiden)

Now for something really annoying... Tumblr’s recent bullshit is another reason why I finally forced myself to hurry up and post those final 5 illustrations.

Tumblr has decided to be completely and utterly stupid, getting rid of the legacy editor and replacing it with a garbage new post editor that makes posts look absolutely hideous on desktop. I initially made this post with the new post editor, but I was so disgusted at how ugly and awful it looked I deleted it. For some stupid reason, all posts automatically become text posts even if I specifically select the photo option. It makes no fucking sense. I realized that all the posts I had saved in my drafts still had the legacy editor, and thankfully I had a few photo posts still in there. So I was able to repost that news post.

The problem was that I only had less than 10 photo posts saved in drafts. If I had known Tumblr was going to be fucking stupid and get rid of the legacy editor, I would have saved dozens of posts to prepare. But I only had enough to make a few news posts and those last 5 illustrations. Now I have nothing but text posts left in drafts. I’m behind on some posts already (Nagi’s birthday post, new SC! Princess Cafe goods, new RM SOLWA goods), and I can’t make a post about them because Tumblr fucked everything up and I’m trying to figure out how to fix the posts on my theme so they don’t look like shit.

I don’t know what to do. I’ve been giving them grief almost daily on their change blog and support section. So many other people are also upset. I don’t want to get too backed up with news posts because there’s so much information that comes out monthly lately. Does anyone know how to fix this? Any code I could add to my theme to make my posts not look like shit because of the new post editor? It pisses me off that I have to waste time and energy focusing on this instead of the project I plan to do next - high quality manga caps. How can I even make nice looking manga cap posts when the new post editor will just destroy it? It’s so frustrating. I’m sorry this post turned so negative, I really needed to rant about this.

[eleccy]

The Wright Family - AA4 Anthology Translation

Hey all, so earlier on @box-dwelling's post about Phoenix being kind to Apollo, I talked about a story in the official manga. Well, here is that story. I don't think that this story has ever been scanned and translated anywhere, whereas most of the others are floating around.

I didn't want to ruin my book, so rather than scan each page properly, I have taken pictures with my phone. Sorry for the less-than-stellar quality. Also, I translated this using Google Lens, so the translation may not be perfectly accurate but I think it's pretty good.

Naruhodo Family Members (or, The Wright Family) by Yuki Owari (Read right to left.)

p1 Trucy: Daddy, are you going to just leave the hospital without permission? Phoenix: I'm sorry, Trucy, it's because I don't have much free time. Hotti: Well, I'm glad you're feeling better. sfx: heh heh Phoenix: Yeah, but I still have stiff shoulders. It's awful. Apollo: That doesn't have anything to do with anything!! Apollo: If you're going to be discharged from the hospital, at least pack up your stuff properly.

p2 Phoenix: I'm sorry, it's because I had free time. sfx: ha ha ha Apollo: If you have free time, you can also clean it up, right?! Phoenix: Ahahaha. You've grown up, Apollo. Apollo: Even if I'm praised in that way, I'm not happy. Trucy: Oh, yeah! Apollo was amazing today! Phoenix: It seems so. Apollo: But after the trial, you went somewhere, didn't you, Mr. Wright? Phoenix: Because I had free time. Apollo: Enough!

p3 (Eldoon is harmonica… ing) Trucy: Well then! Trucy: To celebrate Papa's discharge from the hospital and as a thank-you for finding my panties, it's the Mr. Hat special! Phoenix: Ah, yes, pants, Trucy's pants. Apollo: Please don't say that. Apollo: Oh… Trucy: Speaking of pants, don't forget these, too. (holds up Little Plum's bloomers) Apollo: That's enough!!

p4 Trucy: When Papa was in the hospital, it seems there was a strange phenomenon at Hickfield Clinic. Apollo: Strange phenomenon? Trucy: Midnight, as the inpatients are sleeping, it seems that mysterious noises are being heard. Apollo: What… what noise… Phoenix: Huh, I didn't know that. Trucy: A nurse on a tour… as they were making their rounds, from a hospital room…

p5 Trucy: The sound of the piano echoes slowly… Phoenix: Ah, me? Apollo: Please, be quiet when you stay in the hospital! Phoenix: It's because I had free time. Apollo: Isn't that all there is to it?? Trucy: Apparently, it has now become one of the Seven Wonders! Papa is a big success! Phoenix: It's an honor, ahahaha. Apollo: This kid is totally… Trucy: I was so moved today, by the Red Fox (Kitaki) family…

p6 Apollo: Me too… Trucy? Phoenix: You must be tired from all sorts of things. Phoenix: Because it seems like ever since you arrived, she's been moving around happily. Apollo: I'm tired, too. Phoenix: Thank you for your help. I was able to recuperate at a slower pace in the hospital. Phoenix: So even if I'm away again, you and Trucy will be fine. Apollo: (smiling) Such irresponsible…

p7 Apollo: By the way… it was Detective Skye… Phoenix: Hm? Apollo: Ema called me Wright's kid today. Even I was lumped together. Phoenix: (millisecond of internal crisis, come on Phoenix, tell him the truth!) Phoenix: You're also my kid, huh? Apollo: Ah… that's right.

p8 Phoenix: Thank you for your hard work. Phoenix: It's nice to be a father surrounded by his children.

<3

[bizzybkd]

The Walk Home

~ Itto x Reader ~ Pt. 2 (Fluffy, Slow Burn)

(Read Pt. 1 here!)

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I watched in slight awe of the man before me, enjoying the second meal i’d prepared for him which i had triple checked to make sure none of my bean like or based ingredients were in it i could only terrify myself with the idea of going out of business over a customer losing his life from my cooking.

he seemed ecstatic once again when i’d brought it out, his mouth practically drooling as he gripped his chopsticks from the previous bowl. i could already see half the bowl gone once id set it down on the counter. i had to fight back the grin as to keep up the “not so creepy restaurant owner” persona i used for business.

this time, with not so many eyes on me and an interest in the person who seemed to be so important (self proclaimed or otherwise) and let alone not even human who’d come to my shop. hugging my tray to my chest and ignoring the slight heat radiating from the spot the ramen bowl was on, tilted my head to get a better view of his face.

what i could see of it anyway, he was so busy stuffing it, it wasn’t until most of the bowl was gone and he had to pick something from his teeth that he noticed me.

“Ah! sorry, i totally didn’t see you there, this ramen is just.. ugh! it’s so good!” he grunted with a smile and a laugh, once again lifting the bowl and tilting back his head.

i swore i must check the quality of my bowls once he leaves i could hear the cracking and shaving of the porcelain.

i didn’t bother responding, continuing my people watch as i found my eyes drawn to his throat, the rapid movement of him swallowing the broth and whatever else was left into his gullet. it was impressive, almost scary, but i figured him not being human was the cause of that.

i scanned the rest of his body from what i could see from behind the counter, his toned figure down to the markings on his body and where they led. i wondered if his entire body was as toned as his upper half seemed. i wondered if he had tan lines from his clothing, it was obvious he was out and about a lot, and judging by the slight dirt stains along us arms, the shoulders and back of his clothes, i assumed he was one to be outdoors.

but, due to a lack of awareness and a quickly rising interest in him, i hadn’t noticed him watching me, same as he hadn’t noticed me before this.

i let out a small yelp in realization, looking up at his face as “be professional! be professional! BE PROFESSIONAL!” rang like alarm bells in my head. but seeing as i’d been caught there was no real way to deny it now.

“I am so sorry, i promise i don’t usually stare i’ve just never seen someone enjoy my food as much as you seem to.” i said slightly shakily, a little worried that i had offended him with my staring.

he rose a brow with a smirk, putting his chopsticks in his bowl and stretching up his arms behind his head, his mouth curling up into a content smile from the stretch.

“no need to apologize i know my presence can be star stuckening.. or is star strikening… star striking? whatever it is you like what you see.” he teased, earning a slightly less friendly smile from me but a smile nonetheless.

“i must admit you are very interesting, Itto, what are you if that’s okay to ask? i don’t mean to offend.”

“Oh!” he seemed surprised if even asked such a question. “well i’m an oni! arataki numero uno itto, the one and oni of course. i’m a red oni to be specific.”

“an oni? a full blooded oni? that’s incredible! excuse my ignorance but i thought that oni’s had.. y’know.. died out a while ago. i’ve never met or heard of one before.” i placed down my tray, walking closer to the counter to be more in tune with their conversation.

he seemed taken aback by my approach, leaning back from the counter as a result as he shrugged.

“nah! sure i mean there definitely aren’t as many but it’s not like there aren’t ANY left, i mean you’re looking at one!” he laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. “i was raised by my granny so i learned a lot about humans growing up, it’s why im such a hot shot with—“

suddenly, heavy, metal rattling footsteps could be heard from atop the wall that had the main roadway on the top, the Hatamoto guards making their rounds. they’d come every other hour or so, depending on the day. just walking around looking at different people who they found in the streets of the city.

but when the same man who had been busy bragging about his awe installing reputation practically leaped over my counter onto my side, grab my face with both hands with one over my mouth and the other at the back of my head, pull me down behind the counter with my back to his chest and sitting between his legs, i couldn’t tell if this would be my death bed or my next bleaching area.

my gasp was muffled by the sudden large hand over my mouth, smelling of dirt and slightly too fragranced soap which i assumed was used to try and get rid of the dirt smell. didn’t work well.

he held me close to him, his head facing the top of the counter as if he was listening for something. although, i couldnt really process what he could be listening for because i could barely process the fact a man i knew nothing of was currently holding me down and covering my mouth.

was it the guards? was he trying to avoid them? was he a fugitive? did he commit some heinous crime that they were going to throw him in prison for? would i be considered his accomllice simply for giving him the meal he paid for and having him hiding in my shop?

so many thoughts ran through my head until the sound of his soft laughter filled my ears, turning my head the little i could to look up at him and find his head hung, his nose practically in my hair as he laughed. my chest heaved with every breath, adrenaline slowly subsiding as it turned into confused anger. why was he touching me like this?!

i almost bit his hand before he removed it himself with a small gasp.

"oh gosh, i am so so sorry, i should've said something before i dragged you down," he said, his hands behind him at his sides as he looke down at me.

I turned my upper body to look up at him, realizing just how large he was, even if he was sitting down. then again, he seemed bigger close up with me sitting between his legs.

"you.. why did you.. GUARDS--"

"Hey! shhh!!" he slapped another hand to my mouth and held a finger to his lips, a slightly pleading look in his eye as he once again checked above him, his ears seeming to droop a bit when the heavy footsteps got louder, approaching the shop.

"please please i promise ill explain if you just tell them in not here," he quietly pleaded, his hand slowly coming off my mouth. "i swear on my oni blood that i will just please.. dont tell them im here." he repeated, clasping his hands together. his eyes became fuller, as if a cat's.

ugh.. i hate that it worked.

i stood up on my feet, finding two guards walking down my walkway up to my shop. itto sat by my legs, looking up at me as i talked to the guards. i could feel him lean against my leg, his cheek pressing against my thigh as his hand placed itself on the ground between my legs.

the conversation was short, the guards saying they heard a voice down here and came to investigate, and proceeding to ask if i had seen an oni that fit the description of itto a bit too well. with a knot in my throat i shook my head to tell them i hadnt. i couldnt remember the last time i had lied, not to a friend, not to a professor, not even my own parents. so lying to the authorities made my stomach churn and i could only pray that the guards wouldnt take notice of my nervous demeanor.

they didn't, and with a simply thank you and one taking a menu for what i assumed to be futher notice, walked away, so did the rest of the guards down the road until their steps became faint and then nonexistent.

i exhaled as heavy as a marathon running danuki. a hand over my chest as i felt the weight on my thigh remove itself and said weight stand to his full height.

"haha! phew that was a close one, i really owe you one i cant thank you eno... oh." he said, cutting himself off as i looked up at him clearly distraught.

"i suggest you get to explaining. im not above running to go get them back and say i found you squatting in my kitchen by the radishes and carrots."

"no! no! ill tell you, i swear im not a criminal and im not a robber, stealer, kidnapper, murderer or anything! i just might of uh.. set off my collection of onikabuto on the training ground of the Hatamoto guards and uh.. may have caused a bit of damage." he let out a sheepish chuckle as if that would entirely explain everything.

"... so youre just trying to get away from accountability." I replied, leaning my weight on the counter with my arms crossed. he released another sigh.

"of course not, well i mean i run from them a lot cuz theres apparently a bunch of different laws the shogun put in place that id never even heard of before until i broke them but the real reason is because that woman that was here a little while ago, shinobu? yeah shes tired of paying my bail so i promised id never get caught again! and well.. im not!"

he flashed that damned grin that i was starting to think he knew the effect of the entire time again, making me groan as i shook my head.

"well if thats your story then i guess.. but this is a one time thing im not gonna put myself or my business in danger because you want to be reckless!" i scolded him, as if i hadnt met him not even two hours ago.

he hung his head in defeat and nodded, accpeting the scolding and effectively dropping the topic.

he found his way back to the other side of the counter, sitting himself down as we continued to chat while i got another customer or two. soon, closing time rolled around and although itto had realized he'd not only the meeting shinobu had tried to remind him to show up to, but as the sun set and i told him i needed to close, he refused to leave until he "used his oni ability to make sure i got home safe! the owner of such a delicious ramen shop needed the utmost protection of course."

i was too entertained to say no.

closing time took a lot less time than it usually did, with itto's help of course. new crates were put safely in storage and any unused ingredients were either trashed or put back into storage. the bowls which did in fact have a few tiny insignificant fractures in them were cleaned. the counters and floors were wiped and swept and every door and lock (that could be anyway) was locked. i noticed the oni stare particularly hard at the rusted lock on the main door, but figured he was simply asking why i even had it still, which i often asked myself at times.

then came the treck home, walking home was a little more pleasant than that of the walk to the shop in the morning. the many monsters and creatures a like found sweet slumber in the blanket of midnight air. the moon illuminating all of what would need to see to walk peacefully.

the walk was silent at first, only the mismatched footsteps of us both as he struggled to keep at pace with me. his stride allowed him much more room to walk ahead, along with his obvious leg muscle which i could only imagine meant how far and fast he could run when it counted.

i started to notice how he'd always end up a few steps ahead of behind him, his tongue sticking out from his tightly pressed lips as he stared at my shoes, seemingly trying to match my speed and stride, although that was obviously a bit uncomfortable for him as he could barely pull his shoes apart from hitting one another in every step.

"what are you doing?" i asked with a soft laugh, admiring his focus.

"trying to walk with you." he replied matter of factly, still keeping his eyes on my shoes.

"but youre already walking with me."

"i mean walk in sync! like everytime your foot steps down so does mine. here," he put out an arm in front of me, stopping me from walking as i looked down at it in front of me, then running my eyes up to his shoulder. were the veins always there? i surely couldnt have missed them if they were.

"just wait a second, here," he removed his arm and held onto my shoulder, pulling me closer as he tapped my left thigh, telling me to take a step, to which he did the same.

he then tapped my right thigh and so on, sending me into a laughing fit from how articulated he was being compared to what he seemed to have been doing just a few hours ago.

"hey dont laugh! walking in sync is fun once you get the hang of it!" he chuckled, his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face as he shook his head.

another 20 minutes of laughing and joking about whatever came up, it almost saddened me as we reached my front door step.

"thank you for walking me home, itto, and for helping me close up the shop." i finally said, accepting the day was over, and i couldnt wait to get in the shower and wash the day's efforts off my skin.

itto smiled and took a step back, bowing with a smirk and a hand at his stomach. "my pleasure, m'lady! it was definitly worth the fright of having a mouse scatter across my foot."

i shrieked, jumping as i looked along the ground, itto letting out belting laughs as he held his stomach. i tossed a pebble at his horn and rolled my eyes, turning to my house. "good night, arataki itto." i smiled, waving as he stood up with a cheerful wave.

"good night!" he called, and with a small pep in his step, got a full ten steps from my door before he fell to his knees, only imagining how upset shinobu could be when he went back for missing the meeting. hopefully it wasnt anything toooo important.

[koipepo]

I am so very sorry about your mother. Even with MRI, MSA is often confused with similar conditions like Parkinson’s or Huntington’s (with both false positives and false negatives for MSA). If it is MSA, it is incurable and progressive, but the life span can vary widely - up to 23 years - and quality of life can be drastically improved through speech therapy, lots of hydration, massages, etc.

There is a member of the The International Parkinson and Movement Disorder Society in Kuala Lumpur - Dr Nor Amelia Mohd Fauzi. She co-founded the Neurology research lab at UITM. Her email is apexxchia@gmail.com and her Twitter handle is @Amelia_Fauzi. I don’t know how responsive she is, but you could try asking her for general advice.

Thank you so much for the information and the good grace anon. I really appreciate it.

Fortunately we got a good, patient doctor who prepared all of us for the possibility of my mom having MSA even tho we still have to wait for MRI scanning for official diagnosis (govt-insured healthcare has a long waitlist🥲) but yeah... The biggest suspect is MSA. All the symptoms are there.

It's a really really tough pill to swallow. She still struggles with the loss of my dad and to have this rapidly worsening condition on top of it is awful.

Wish me luck, wish my mom luck specifically, so that she can be as comfortable and as safe as much as she needed. I hope everybody whose struggling with health condition rn can be healed, or feel comfortable and safe with your loved ones.

it sucks really hard to be in condition we cannot control but we all deserve fulfilled lives despite it all 🙏

[boxturret]

By any chance would you happen to have instructions for Flare Slizer and the alternate model of The Boss Roborider? Flare's instructions on the Lego website similarly cut off and I can't seem to locate digitized versions of The Boss's alt instructions anywhere.

Sorry, I have their instructions, but I haven't scanned them. I'd like to at some point, but doing just this one took so long so its not something I'm going to be doing soon. I have found the 3 wheeled version of Boss here.

I'd love to get all the slizers and roboriders up to a proper level of quality one day. Millennium and Energy also have awful quality scans on the site.

[gorogues]

Spoilers for the Flash: The Fastest Man Alive #3!

You can see a couple of pages here. Sorry about the quality of the above images, I had to scan them from my copy.

So what we've got here is something of a modern take (dare I say…spin) on Roscoe, as he's a former robotics engineer who experimented on himself to get powers and increase his intelligence, and is now selling his advanced weaponry to the highest bidder. He's not a Rogue, and doesn't seem to be a former petty criminal. What's interesting is that he's selling anti-metahuman tech despite now being a meta himself, and doesn't note that he's built in failsafes to protect himself. So either he's not very chatty about preventing an obvious flaw in his business model, or the problem never occurred to him. For his sake, hopefully it's not the latter.

There are obvious callbacks to his stories with the atomic grenade and the top bombs around the city, as he's got massive city-destroying tops which apparently each have the power level of a small nuke. Plus, he gives Central City 24 hours to decide on his demand: hand over the Flash or he destroys the town. Just a tad less ambitious than the ultimatum to be made ruler of the Earth or he'll blow up half the planet, but probably a little more realistic. I'm not gonna lie though, I miss that kind of unhinged supervillain demand, as it's got a certain panache to it.

But the city refuses to hand over the Flash, which is oddly decent of them. I did chuckle at Roscoe's comment about "And just when I thought the people of this city couldn't get any dumber", which is frequently true and actually something I'd expect his DCU counterpart to say…except usually in a more genteel, erudite manner. But he does get more blunt when flummoxed or emotionally unstable, so truthfully I like it.

And then my biggest gripe about the issue is that Roscoe simply exhausts himself in battle against the Flash and that's it. He just gets taken into custody and we don't find out what happens to him, and it didn't even seem like he'd so strenuously exerted himself to reach the point of collapse. That was a huge letdown, IMO, and the issue's biggest weakness. I liked Barry's arc about self-confidence and that there was resolution in the post-fight scene with his dad, but I also wanted some resolution for Roscoe even if it was just "Aw nuts, and here I am in prison".

I feel like some modern takes on Roscoe are missing something when he's just a regular supervillain who isn't a top-obsessed or spinning-obsessed oddball. Otherwise he's just a garden variety asshole, and those guys are a dime a dozen in fiction. Obviously yes, he's got top-shaped tech in this story and that's good, but it seems more like an aesthetic than something truly important to him. Maybe with more development we'd learn that tops really are special to him for whatever reason, but unfortunately we don't get that in a single issue which understandably focuses more on Barry's internal struggles than Roscoe's motivations. So he just seems like a showy jerk rather than a guy struggling with psychological issues or maybe family problems like Girder and Tar Pit were. Which I guess is fine if that's what the writer wanted, but it leaves me somewhat disappointed.

I'm glad that the issue was finally released and glad to have seen it, but it certainly has its problems. I think it could have been a lot stronger if there was more space to develop Roscoe's character and his defeat was less bafflingly abrupt, but as it is, the ending left me thinking "…is that it?" as I was reading it. That's not the best way to end what was a fairly exciting story. But I did like that the story went all-in on his comics trappings, including the classic striped costume and some top paraphernalia, and he honestly was enjoyably fun to read. So I quite liked the issue until it petered out at the end, and that's a shame. It's a decent story, but notably flawed. Still, as a Roscoe fan I'll take what I can get.

[kazukosmovingcastle]

Clicking Pictures..and Hearts.

Clicking pictures.. and hearts

Model Lippmann x Photographer Canary

Written with love by: Kazuko

Proofread by: Lumine

Word count: 5013

A hustling, bustling city in Japan. The train seems to be freshly cleaned, with a sterile smell, light pouring in from the overhead lights. The seats, which could never seem comfortable enough, had Canary enveloped in the limited plush. An absolutely beautiful opportunity. That’s all that’s needed in life, right? Wrong, oh so painfully wrong. 

After grating out their photography degree for a painstakingly long 4 years, Canary had gotten their first job. It was for an extremely popular agency, something that should have Canary bubbling with excitement and enthusiasm, but they could only feel anxiety and disgruntled about what was about to entail. Not only did they have to take the highest quality pictures possible for some big name modeling agency as their first job, the job also lasted for a full week. Seriously, no home for a week! And honestly, who names a modeling agency The Flags? They groaned in agony at the thoughts, face instantly brightening to a flush pink after being looked at strangely by the countless train passengers. 

They clutched their bag to themselves, a small messenger bag which had leather worn by time. Their camera, a small but hardy little thing, sat in their lap. This would be an interesting tale of events. One that Canary felt unsure if they had even wanted to play their hand in, but it was far too late to turn back now. They bowed their head, fingers kneading the old leather messenger bag as they quietly awaited their stop.

Upon Arrival

Well, this is it. They carefully stepped off the train at their station, camera in one hand with the messenger bag slung across their body. Their sharp eyes observed the bustling station, nerves ablaze as they eventually decided to take a sip of water before venturing off on their way to the agency. The bench was cold beneath them, providing sanctuary for them to recollect their thoughts before moving on. 

They took a few minutes, before getting up and evenly working their way through the lingering crowd. Perhaps they had gotten distracted multiple times on their walk, staring in amazement at the birds, stores, or cafes. Or perhaps they didn’t. The ladder was unfortunately unlikely, as Canary was now running late. They noticed the time on a clock they passed by, thinking nothing of it before their heart dropped as it set in. They would be late on the first day. That was one awful impression. They instantly picked up their pace, startling an elderly local. They didn’t look back as they clutched their camera to them, making quick work of the 10 minute walk. 

They spun the corner, basically ripping the door off of its hinges as they made it in the building with one minute to spare. They panted, catching their breath before they were suddenly aware of the stares they got. They instantly straightened up, collecting themself and cleared their throat. They turned to a confused and startled looking receptionist.  “Yes, excuse me, I’m the photographer for The Flags.”

“..So are around nine others. I need you to be more specific.”

That small exchange had brought their blush right back up. Poor Canary, being ridiculed by a receptionist. “Uh.. My name is Canary.”

“Uh-huh.. go have a seat over there, the director will be down to collect you. And for future reference, you may want to start with your name.”

“Right, sorry.”

Canary went to go take a seat, cringing at the interaction. They were absolutely mortified. That could not have gone more awkwardly. What a lovely way to start the morning, no? They sat in an uncomfortable chair, shifting around to find some slight comfort in the chair. Their bag sat on their lap with their camera, the old leather once more subjected to being pinched by Canary. The front had a few birds carefully etched in, one of which was a canary. How fitting. 

They scanned the small waiting room, the place smelling like peonies. It was agonizingly bright, the walls painted ivory. The decoration was pleasant the more their eyes scanned it. It was comforting. It had quite a few potted plants, a subtle background sound of falling water created by an indoor fountain located on a table. The walls were decorated by pictures of the models on magazine covers. They took the chance to observe the most popular models, to take a bet on who they’d be photographing. Two pictures caught their eyes in particular. One was an eccentric picture of a man on a motorcycle named Chuuya, the other was an eye-catching young man posed elegantly in a suit. Upon closer examination, the man’s name was Lippmann. He was more than eye-catching, certainly. With the intent of remaining professional, Canary swallowed those thoughts down. On the other hand, they secretly prayed for them to be assigned to him. 

They waited patiently, fortunately not long before they were collected by a man named Piano Man. The director guided them to the fourth of 5 floors. On the floor was a large studio. It consisted of many props, backgrounds, furniture, a dressing room, and countless costumes. Their head turned to Piano man as he started talking. “Well then, Canary. You have free reign of the pictures, just follow a self picked theme for them, please. I’ll go collect your model.”

“Alright, yes sir.”

Without wasting a moment, Piano Man was gone and Canary started to push together a concept. Perhaps they would dedicate a theme based off of their model. They patiently waited for their model to arrive, watching out the window. They were slightly startled by the door abruptly opening, in walking their worst nightmare. The absolutely head over heels stunning model. They internally panicked, butterflies practically drowning them. They hadn’t realized they zoned out staring at him until Lippmann politely cleared his throat. “Good morning.”

“Oh!—Uh, good morning. How are you?” The words scratched out of Canary’s throat, making them cringe again. Lippmann only seemed to smile, calmly setting his things down and making his way over to the set that had been put up moments prior. “I’m quite swell, thank you. Are you ready to get started?”

“Oh, yeah! Sorry, let’s get to it.” Of course Canary had to flunk the conversation like that. They quickly set their bag down, carrying their camera over. They started in on the plan, all while tediously adjusting the set to ensure it was perfect. It had black backdrop, with a wine red couch in the center. There were vases of deep red roses scattered around. “Okay, so, we’re going for a Mafia-esque vibe. I want you to start on the couch, maybe pick up a rose, and just go with the flow for poses. Think.. natural, but eye catching.” They had nearly mumbled the words “Which, you don’t have to try for, anyway..” but had thankfully caught themselves before they slipped. Lippmann, in his suit, nodded and sat himself on the couch. He carefully plucked a rose out of the vase, holding it up as he dangled it over his face. Canary snapped a picture, heart fluttering as they noticed the electrical look in Lippmann’s eyes. But looking at the picture, they frowned. They didn’t feel like they were doing him justice. The picture was just.. boring.

After scanning him over and over again, they gently took the rose from his hand. An accidental connection of their skin had sent goosebumps up their arm, though they tried to not let it show. He seemed to watch them in amusement as they dipped the petals of the rose in water. They then handed it to him, backing away back to their spot to take pictures. And that was a good move. The water dripped down on Lippmann, enhancing his features in a more than pleasurable way. They were able to snag quite a few pictures in a few different poses. Sometimes, Lippmann would make eye contact with the camera. That had Canary’s heart desperately beating against their chest. But fortunately, the hours passed by swiftly. They ended up with 50 different pictures. Though, only about 25 would be edited and presented to Piano Man. Since they had more than enough pictures, they found themselves chatting away with Lippmann on the couch as they waited together for the agency to provide dinner in the cafeteria. “So, how is modeling? It seems so stressful.”

“Mmm.. it truly is not that bad. Some of my peers are naturally good at it, while the others are just getting started.”

“Oh, neat. Who’s your favorite model? Wait—that’s a stupid question, ignore that I’m sorry—“ Canary flushed deeply, while Lippmann just laughed. That noise, one that was so sweetly melodic, had Canary’s stomach doing several flips. But Lippmann answered the question anyway, with the intent of being nice. “I do like Chuuya a lot. He’s a boy with lots of potential, if given the chance to grow and flourish.”

“Hum, interesting.” Canary responded, before getting lost in thought. They were in a comfortable silence, hearts basically pulling together like magnets. Before long, Lippmann gently nudged them to draw them out of their thoughts. He smiled politely, standing up and gesturing to the door as he went to open it for them. “They should be serving dinner soon. According to Piano Man, they should be making sukiyaki tonight. You can sit with me, if you’d like.”

“Oh, that would be nice. Thank you.” Canary replied politely, forcing down the butterflies that again pestered their stomach. They trailed behind Lippmann as he led them down to the cafeteria, which was a relatively small room. It was set up restaurant style, with separate tables and booths. In the back was a buffet line. After claiming a table, Canary and Lippmann continued to converse lightly as they got their meals. Canary purposefully chose to not get a runny egg, rather taking an extra piece of meat. They sat down together, ignoring a couple of stares as they used the pot of broth provided on the table to cook their meat. They ate as they talked. Canary noticed how easily conversation came with him, basically finding their heart running away from themself and jumping into his arms. Even after they had finished their lovely little dinner, they continued to just ramble to each other. The topics were airy and interesting. Canary’s tone was more happy to be there, while Lippmann’s was more interested in Canary. Lippmann had unknowingly made the mistake of probing a certain topic of conversation. “So, you like birds? You seem to have a lot of bird related things.” Those two sentences started out a lusciously long ramble on Canary’s end that left Lippmann more in love then before they started. He seemed quite interested and amused. “Oh, I see, I see. That’s very interesting.” 

“Isn’t it? Yeah, anyways, if you look here on my bag, the engraved symbol is actually a pigeon—“

The bird nerd went on for a long while, while Lippmann inquired here and there to keep the conversation alive. Unfortunately, it was time to leave for the night. Lippmann had escorted them all the way back up to the ground level, letting them chat his ear off the entire time about birds. While he politely helped them slip on their jacket, he slipped a piece of paper out of his pocket and grabbed a pen. He started talking as Canary peered around him to see what he was writing.

“I take it as you are staying in the nearby hotel? I’ll walk you there. Well now, here’s my number—call me, yeah?”

“Yes! I will! Uh, I mean thanks, I’ll be sure to call.” To hell with Canary’s heart. Their heart thudded desperately against the enclosure of the rib cage, their face turning a ripe pink. Lippmann’s heart aching laugh rung out again, as he began to walk them to their hotel. Another comfortable silence filled the air, soon broken by Lippmann once more. “Pretty out here tonight, no?”

“Yeah, it is. Lots of stars. Hey—actually, I have a question. Am I going to be your photographer for the rest of the week?”

“Do you want to be?”

“Well—absolutely.”

Lippmann chuckled, opening the hotel’s front door for them as he answered. “Then yes, you will be. I’ll ensure it.”

Canary felt dazed with that answer. They just chuckled and nodded, waving him goodbye as he left. Their heart strings tugged at him leaving, but good grief. He looked good from behind. They turned around, sighing as they checked into the hotel. After setting all their things down, they thumped against the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling as moonlight poured in from the window. They sighed longingly, a deep and unashamed blush covering their face once more. They were definitely looking forward to these next few days. 

5 years later..

A hustling, bustling city in Japan, a home to Canary. The train seems to be freshly cleaned, with a familiar sterile smell, light pouring in from the never changing overhead lights. The seats, which could never seem comfortable enough even after all this time, had Canary enveloped in the limited plush. An absolutely beautiful opportunity. That’s all that’s needed in life, right? Right. That’s correct, so lovingly correct. 

At this time, it was around the 5 year anniversary of when Canary had gotten their first job. It was for an extremely popular agency, something that didn’t have Canary bubbling with excitement and enthusiasm, and they had only felt anxiety and disgruntled about what was about to entail. They recalled the thoughts of, “Ugh! Not only do I have to take the highest quality pictures possible for some big name modeling agency as my first job, but this job also lasts for a full week. Seriously, no home for a week! And honestly, who names a modeling agency The Flags?” They remember groaning in agony at the thoughts, a warm smile as they recalled their face instantly brightening to a flush pink after being looked at strangely by the countless train passengers. 

They had clutched their bag to themselves, a small messenger bag which had leather worn by time, furthermore worn as it once more accompanied them today. Their camera, a small but hardy little thing, had sat in their lap. They still had it, brought it back out specifically for this. This had been an interesting tale of events, those seven days. Those seven days had blossomed into something more, and they looked back on the memories fondly. Canary’s hand was enfolded in a warm embrace, snapping them out of their thoughts as they looked at their fiancé fondly. He was so pretty, even 5 years later. Lippmann’s beauty would never diminish to them.

Upon Arrival, a shorter ride this time.

A sweet place to permanently work, truly. It was a short ride with their lover on the train to get to work. They carefully stepped off the train together at their station, holding hands tenderly. Canary had never grown out of the habit of having that messenger bag slung across their body, not like Lippmann minded. He thought it was cute. Canary observed the ever familiar station around them, enjoying the sights as Lippmann guided them both through the crowd. Canary had a small talent for spotting the teen they were fond of. Chuuya, of course. The young boy had proved himself countless times. Today, Canary had spotted him arguing with a tall brown haired boy. They paid no mind.

The lovers had taken up a leisurely pace for the walk, pointing out multiple things on their walk, with Canary staring reminiscing as they passed the birds, stores, or cafes. Those of which Lippmann had now taken them to several times. They simply ignored the time on a clock they passed by, as arriving a few minutes late had been their usual for a few years now. Piano man didn’t truly care anyway, so they chose to spend this time being comfortable with each other. It was springtime, so it was warm in the city. A gentle warm breeze caresses the lovers, but they pay no mind. They didn’t even try to hurry as they easily conversed, making slow work of the 10 minute walk, turning it into 20 minutes. 

“Ah, you look so pretty today, birdie.”

“Me? You’re the model. You are awfully gorgeous, you know.”

His laugh chimed out. They had never really gotten over his laugh, it still set off butterflies in their stomach.

They casually rounded the corner, making no effort to hurry as Lippmann opened the door for them like the gentleman he truly was. Canary slid off their light coat, smiling to themself for no reason in particular. They waited for Lippmann to return next to them before signing as they admired him. They quickly collected themself and cleared their throat. They turned to the now older receptionist, who had a sweet look on her face.  “Good morning, Mei. You look lovely today.”

“Good morning, Canary. Thank you very much. You two keep me youthful, you know.”

Lippmann gave a playful laugh, cutting into the conversation eloquently. “On the other hand, I believe we are keeping you on your toes with our arrival times.”

“Uh-huh.. you truly do. It’s okay though, as long as you keep coming. You remind me of my son, Canary.”

“..Thank you, Mei. You are far too sweet.”

Canary went to the elevator with Lippmann, smiling at the interaction. Lippmann squeezed their hand, and they squeezed back. They took in the smell of their lover, relaxing subconsciously. 

They scanned the elevator they’ve seen thousands of times, the place still smelling like peonies. The walls were metal, giving Lippmann a chance to observe his lover through the reflection. Though, without the reflection, he was unashamed to openly admire them. It was a comforting place to Canary, as they were acquainted with nearly every model there. They’ve spent many nights on the rooftop of this very building, watching the stars with Lippmann. They’ve played games with fellow staff, they’ve built up many memories for themself here. It was a safe place. In the shelter of the elevator, they didn’t care about being professional. They turned, leaving a hearty kiss to Lippmann’s cheek, leaving his eyebrow raised. They unfortunately didn’t escape without Lippmann returning the kiss, though.

The elevator deposited them to the fourth of 5 floors. On the floor was a large studio, one that they were both extremely familiar with. They’ve shared an incredible amount of memories here. It still consisted of many props, backgrounds, furniture, a dressing room, and countless costumes. Though now, the collection of items had expanded with Canary’s personal taste. Countless bird decorations, along the large windows with the blinds opened to allow natural light to flood into the expansive room, and pictures filled the room. The pictures were mostly memories, such as Lippmann and Canary at a bar or Canary and the whole model agency at the beach. That had been one chaotic day. 

Perhaps, just for the celebration of the anniversary, they would repeat that very theme from all those years ago. Port mafia and roses. They sighed as Lippmann had to let go of their hand to go change into his outfit. Which actually, Canary needed to find on the rack. As Lippmann waited in the dressing room, Canary found the same suit and had handed it to him. They then waited patiently, and perhaps with wandering thoughts, as Lippmann changed.

“Ready yet?”

“Relax, birdie. I’ll be out in a moment. Any reason you chose to pick this exact suit again?”

“Oh, yeah. Since it’s like the 5 year anniversary of my first job, I decided we’d be repeating the theme. Call it a throwback.”

“Hum.. sounds good to me. While I’m thinking about it, we’re still getting those pictures next week, right? The ones of you?”

“Yes, love, we are. You insisted, unless you don’t want too..?” Canary sounded hopeful, which make Lippmann laugh. “No, birdie, I definitely want too. I insisted, as you said.”

Canary groaned in response, being a little dramatic. “I couldn’t see why. I’m hardly anything to look at, and I’m not photogenic.”

“You seemed photogenic and beautiful enough last night.”

“LIPPMANN!”

Lippmann once again just laughed. He couldn’t help himself, resisting the urge to tease his lover was impossible. Especially with the way they always had the cutest flush on their face after. He stepped out of the changing room in the suit, setting his neatly folded clothes on a nearby table.

“Ugh.. let’s get to it before you keep talking.” Canary had to shut down the conversation before they became a mess of liquid shyness. Seriously, Lippmann was such a flirt. They quickly set their bag down, carrying their camera over to the set. They quickly whipped up a plan, starting in on it, all while tediously adjusting the set to ensure it was perfectly like before. Lippmann followed them like a clingy lost puppy, teasing them. It had black backdrop, with a wine red couch in the center. There were vases of deep red roses scattered around. And a hot man. Or, at least, that’s what Canary remembered. “Okay, so, we’re going for Mafia-esque again. I want you to start on the couch, uh—I think I had you pick up a rose, dip it in the water, and just go with the flow for poses. So just do that again, yeah? Great.” They had suddenly recalled the words they had nearly mumbled all that time ago, cringing but also agreeing with them. Ultimately, they were glad they had caught themself before it slipped. Lippmann, humming in amusement, nodded and lazily laid on the couch. He carefully plucked a rose out of the vase, dipping it in water, holding it up as he dangled it over himself. Canary snapped a picture, not even having to pay much mind to it. Taking pictures of him had become muscle memory at this point, his best angles memorized.

They were able to take quite a few pictures of the old poses, and even more in some new poses. Lippmann kept make eye contact with the camera, as he found out a while ago how much they liked it. Canary rolled their eyes playfully, but it had their heart thrumming no matter how hard they tried to play it off. “Wow, Lippmann. Really outdoing yourself, you look cute.” Canary lightly flirted, smiling to themself. But unfortunately for the lovers, the hours passed by swiftly. They ended up with 125 different pictures. Though, again, only about 15 would be edited and presented to Piano Man. Canary sat next to Lippmann on the couch, who had quickly changed back into his regular clothes and was now laying down. He wrapped an arm loosely around Canary’s waist, watching them scroll through the pictures taken. Every now and then, Canary would show him one and then kiss his forehead to say good job. Lippmann loved that. “Well look at you Lippmann, such a pretty model. These look better than before.”

“Mmm.. is that so? Is it more so my beauty, or has your amazing talent of photography gotten significantly better to make me look better? Personally, I think it’s the latter.”

“Oh, shut up. I’ve improved, sure. But it’s you who holds the beauty. Even an awful photographer couldn’t make you look bad.“ Canary flushed deeply at being complimented, while Lippmann just laughed again, his finger tracing circles on their hip. “I do think you over hype me. Personally, I think you are far more beautiful than I am. Both inside and outside, birdie.”

“Hum, interesting. You’ve lost a significant amount of brain cells in the time of being with me.” Canary mused, before laughing at Lippmann’s mock offended look. They were in a comfortable position, with Canary snapping a few silly photos of him just for themself. The silence didn’t last long before Lippmann sat up, pulling them into his lap and started to flood their cheeks with kisses as they yelped. They found themselves in a teasing, sappy silence as Lippmann continued to hound them with kisses and Canary attempted to return all of them. Lippmann lazily checked his watch after a while, noting they had to leave in 5 minutes late to the cafeteria. He moved them off his lap, standing up and then helping them up. He smiled brightly, gesturing to the door as he held their hand.  “We’re late for dinner. I don’t know what they're making tonight, I didn’t check. Too busy cuddling you last night.”

“Oh, don’t you have anything better to do other than tease me? Don’t you need to fix your hair or something to keep up your pretty boy status?” Canary replied smugly, not bothering to hide the blush on their face from the butterflies that again pestered their stomach. They trailed behind Lippmann, his hand snugly enveloping theirs, as he led them down to the cafeteria, which was a relatively small room. It was still set up restaurant style, with separate tables and booths. After all this time, not even the decoration changed. Truly, Piano Man needed to update some decor. After claiming a table, one that was unofficially theirs from the day Canary first arrived, Canary and Lippmann continued to converse lightly and tease each other playfully as they got their meals. There was an arrangement of things put out that night, Canary had ended up with cold soba noodles and Lippmann had stir-fried spicy garlic udon noodles. They both also had a bowl of white rice. They sat down together, already laughing. Canary fed Lippmann some cold soba from their bowl with chopsticks, managing to not spill a drop on the elegant man. They ate as they talked, occasionally feeding each other for no reason other than enjoyment. Canary noticed how easily conversation came with him, even after all this time. They never seemed to run out of topics when with each other. “Well, birdie. What are we doing tonight? Are we going to watch a movie?”

“Hum.. a movie? What kind of movie do you have in mind?”

“I’m not sure. We could probably find something, or we could play games if that sparks your interest.”

“Hmm.. how about a spa night? I’m feeling a little lazy. We’ll take a nice bath together, maybe with some wine and candles. And a book. That sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

“It does. Only if you let me give you a massage afterwards though. You seem very tense.”

“Huh.. you and your observation skills. Very well, love. It’s a deal.”

“Alright then. Are you done eating?”

“I am, yes. It was really good tonight. How was yours?”

“Mine was good. Did you see any neat birds on our walk to work that you forgot to point out to me today?

“Hmm.. let me think.”

The bird nerd then recalled just about every bird they say today, while Lippmann amusedly prompted them every so often to keep the conversation alive. Before long, it was time to leave for the night. Lippmann had dragged their chatty self back up to the ground level, respectfully waving a goodbye to Mei and Ice Man. Outside, he helped them slip on their light coat, before putting on his own coat. He grabbed their hand again, setting off down the sidewalk with them to their house.

“That warm bath is sounding really good right now.”

“I agree. And just perhaps I am looking forward to that massage, and I’ll give you one in return.” 

“Oh, is that so?” Lippmann’s heart aching laugh rung out again, as he led them to their shared house. The two lovers had kept making themselves laugh, eventually lapsing into a quiet conversation. “You know, Canary, when I first met you I thought you were very awkward.”

“Oh, I was so awkward. You made me basically head over heels for you in like.. five minutes. It’s just your charm. Surely you know that?”

“Of course I do. I just love hearing the words come from your mouth, with your lovely voice. It’s like honey to the soul.”

Lippmann chuckled at nothing in particular, fumbling in his pocket for the house keys. He then unlocked the door, opening the door for them as he kissed their cheek for the thousandth time tonight. “Alright—head upstairs, I’ll start the bath.”

Canary subconsciously nodded, delighted at the thought of having another bath with him. They were always extremely peaceful. They slid off their coat and shoes, heading upstairs just as he directed. They undressed in the bedroom, wrapping themself in a towel as they listened to Lippmann start the bath in the next room over. They just chuckled and nodded, waving him goodbye as he left. They wandered down the hall into the bathroom, greeted by the sight of Lippmann waiting for them in the bathtub with a lazy smile. They hastily joined him, sliding into the warm bubbly water with a relaxed sigh. Lippmann pulled Canary close to him, reaching over to the edge of the tub. He easily opened a bottle of nice wine, pouring them both a glass and handing one to Canary. Tonight was for relaxing. Canary was really looking forward to the next few years spent with Lippmann, together until death due them part. Even then, death could not keep them from each other.

Writer’s note (not proofread)

Thanks you for letting me write them Nuit! They are very nice pair. Very fun to write, Canary is very special in a good way. You are very nice person. Very kind. Thank you Lumi for fixing my grammer and helping me make my writing readable. You helped me write like you and am very happy!! I am happy with you both! Very nice people you are. Very much thanks. I hope this is good for you Nuit, writing long is very hard.

[zafrinaxyz]

KiNKMAS 4 — b y t h e f i r e

Ralak Sepwan x Fem Metkayina!Reader

There's nothing better than spending quality time in your home, with your mate, by the fire

Original character / art above by @zestys-stuff 💚

tags: smut. rainstorm. ralak soaked [and sexy] from the rain. external fingering/clit play/stimulation/orgasm [f receiving]

notes: lets see how many more girlies i can get to join the ralak cult , hehehe . enjoy x😘

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 kinkmas m.list

✗ NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI ✗

Loud thundering could be heard in the distance, dark clouds slowly making their way towards the village. "The storm looks pretty bad ma'yawntu'' You say over your shoulder, standing just outside your home, grabbing Ralak's attention.

''Then I will need to leave now to gather wood and other supplies'' His husky voice sounds from inside. He was busy securing lose pieces around the mauri, storm-proofing everything before he heads out.

Slightly panicked, you rush over to him, ''But what if you don't make it back in time?''scanning him with wide eyes. He stops what he doing, and looks down at you. He loved it when you made a fuss over him- secretly. He would never admit it to you.

'' I'll be fine tanhi '' He reassures with a smile, lifting his fingers to brush over your face. So beautiful. He could never get over how gorgeous you were, and how lucky he is

You know better than to argue with him. When his mind was set, that was it. With a sigh through your nose, he gently nod. He was so stubborn

He reaches out to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and resumes what he was doing. Butterflies gather in your stomach from the gentle gesture when more thunder booms outside, breaking you out of your thoughts. You grow more nervous by the minute

He finally finishes the important, bigger tasks, then begins to head out, '' I won't be long, I promise ''

You watch as his figure disappears into the forest headed inland, missing him close by you already

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The storm begins within no time. Hard rain beating down on the ocean and sand, with the waves retreating and crashing over and over again. Right after he left, you tried laying in your shared bed, hoping that would relax you.. nothing. You tried working on some new tops and loincloths to past the time.. nothing. All you could do was wait and pace. You stand, grabbing your blanket. Wrapping the material around you and turning your back towards the entrance, knawing on your inner lip from stress. He still isn't back yet. What is taking him so long?

As if right on queue, you hear heavy footsteps behind you. You quickly turn around to find your mate in the doorway, completely soaked from the rain.

You were in awe. He was heaving from rushing, trying to get back home, back to you. The water highlighted every toned muscle on his body, slowly dripping downwards. His drenched curly hair plastered against his skin, some strands stuck to his forehead.

'' I'm sorry for keeping you waiting'' He lets out lowly, ''Let me get a fire started..'' He drags everything he has collected near your fire place, unpacking and settling it

You blink a few times with no reply, making your way to the bed. The image of him a few moments ago replaying over and over in your mind. What you would give... or rather, what you would do to have him like that over or underneath you. With his deep moans vibrating throughout your ears. Your cheeks flush and thighs squeeze together from your dirty thoughts. You can almost see it clear as day as if it were really happening

But then a voice, err, his voice calls out as he is bent down right in front of you,'' if you are cold, then you need to be sitting over there'' gesturing towards the lively flames. Your eyes dart between his face and the fire, trying to regain focus, remembering where you are and what you are doing. You get up and make your way over, with him following closely behind.

''Thank you'' you chirp. Your knees facing the heat, his legs caging you in on both sides. He has not dried off, at all. ''Ralak! you are still soaked!'' you gasp and whine, trying to bend away from his cold frame, ''then help me get warm,'' he pokes, locking you in close with his arms.

As he pulls you closer, you can feel something on your back.. Ah. Seems as though he has gotten pretty excited too. He notices you've gone still, and uses this moment to brush your hair from your shoulder to begin planting kisses over the smooth teal skin. You lean back into him, enveloped from the warmth of the fire and the heat from your face that is shooting sparks all over your body.

He takes his hand and snakes it between your legs and under your band, locating your bud and gently rubbing it in circles. You gasp while slightly arching your back from him

''mmm Tanhi'' his voice sounding predatory, like he has been craving you and your body the entire time he was away. He uses the other hand to have a firm grasp on your leg to keep you open. The pressure on your clit and pace increases. A moan escapes, and you begin to see stars, feeling the build up from deep within. The onslaught of his mouth makes his way to your neck, leaving light bruises in their wake.

''Ralak, I- '' you plead, nearing your climax. The mix of sensations becoming overwhelming. He begins to rock his hips, chasing the friction up against your lower back, moaning into your ear. Your close, so close. The mixture of his moans and the pleasure he is giving you pushing you closer to the edge

You groan through your teeth, ''I'm gonna c-'' but your words were cut off by his complete switch in pace, abusing your bud until it is throbbing from overstimulation

You began convulsing as your white hot climax washes over you, struggling in his hold. He continues massaging you, teasing your entrance every now and then.

You have to close your legs over his hand, the sensation becoming too much.

You could hear the smile in his voice ''You were so good for me''. Out of breath and a little out of it, his comment managed to force a smile of your own to appear on your face

You loved rainy days

© zafrinaxyz 2023

[outcast-thingz]

So funnily enough I remember what inspired the email story draft. There was a writing prompt screenshot on pinterest about finding out during a bank robbery or something that you are on a list of people to not be touch because of an old highschool sweetheart that is actually a powerful person now like Mafia leader or somethin

Thus this was crea- well semi-created this was never finished (please note this is VERY early in my writing endeavors so.. it's not the quality I have now) I just copy and pasted from the draft

I look down at a scrap of paper I wrote the address on once more, I just had to be sure that I didn't imagine anything. I lifted my head and stared at this abandoned-aesthetic apartment off a dirt road.

'It's five years since I have seen him... I didn't make any calls or send any texts... I wonder how his life has been.'  I bit my lip to stop its pathetic quivering as my shaking hand hovers over the doorknob. 'Stop hesitating! It's going to be fine.. just go.' The thought pressured me, and with a quick spin on my heels, I was ready to leave 'nope, can't do this. I can't face him'. Before either of my feet could leave the ground, the door behind me creaked open briskly.

"Aye, Rick! I thought you said that package wasn't supposed to be here till later tonight." A male's voice questioned from behind. I slowly turned around to face the man as another one appeared by his side.

"What the hell are you talking about Rookie. Of course, they aren't supposed to be here till later!" The second Male answers, he turns his head and quickly scans over me. "Rookie, you idgit!" He smacks the back of the first Male's head, "that's her!" He holds up a picture in the Rookie's (the first Male's) face.

"I am so sorry. We'll bring you to our boss right away." The Rooky was practically shaking in front of me.

"Just like he said Miss Kingsleigh, he will take you to our boss. Please excuse the trading grounds, I know it is unsightly. We want this place to not look suspicious in any way." Rick (the second male) informs me as his college opens up a door in the wall.

'That was a door!?' I questioned before being signaled by the rooky,

"Please, Miss Kingliegh, this way." As if pushed forward by an invisible force in my body, I make my way in the hall. Soon enough, as one foot moves in front of the other, seemingly on its own, the rooky and I are moving down a long hallway."I really am sorry for not recognizing you sooner, Miss Kingsleigh." The rooky repeats to break the awkward and stiff silence in the room.

"Oh. It... it's fine." My mind was spinning in circles as each step brought me closer and closer to an old high school sweetheart. It was almost surprised with the amount of shaking my knees were doing that I didn't sound like a rattling skeleton shuffling its way across a room.

"Hey, listen. If it makes you feel any better, I'm nervous too. I'm new, that's why they call me Rooky. I heard the scolding those bank robbers got after bumping into you. The boss talks about you sometimes; he's a tough guy most of the time, but when he talks about you, it's some of the sweetest things I've heard come out. So, don't be scared of him." He smiles at me, and I feel the shaking almost disappear.

"So.. he doesn't hate me?" I inquired

"The boss? No, no. I don't think he could ever find it in his heart to hate you, Miss Kingsleigh" He chuckles. We reach a door. The rooky opens it and leads me in awe of what surrounded me. It wasn't like a lavish mansion, but it wasn't a dirty old cottage either. It was like my dream home come to life. It was warm and smelt of burning wood and apple/cinnamon. A rustic log home, just as I had always fantasized about. A short bark followed by pitter-patter made it's way to me.

"M-Miss! Look out!!" The rooky shouts as a beautiful wolf-malamute pounded his way towards me. He tries to stand in front of me. However, I sprint towards the dog and slide on my knees into a hug with nothing but fluff and kisses.

"Zero! Hello Z-Z, how are you, you handsome boy." I giggle and ruffle up Zero's fur. "Are you a good boy? Huh? Yes, you are, you beautiful malamute wolf." He barked, "what- hey, where's your toy? Where you toy big boy? Go get it, yeah go get it" Zero spins in a circle as I questioned the whereabouts of his toy. "Go on! Go get it  Zero," just like that he zoomed out of the room."I- How..?" The rooky asked, his jaw practically hitting the floor.

"Hehe, Zero isn't so bad. You just gotta gain his trust, and he's just a huge fluffy puppy. Who also happens to be part wolf and part malamute." I pat the young man's shoulder.

"You know, I've been pretty good at keeping that a secret" a familiar voice comes from a doorway across the room.

"Z-Zimmerman!" My head shifted towards the doorway. It was like a day hadn't passed since I had last seen him. Maybe he had gotten taller.

"Awe, why so formal my little flower?" For a moment, his sweet smile was a frown.

"Sorry, Killian.. long time no see, huh?" A nervous chuckle leaves as I hold my left arm.

'I can't even look him in the eye..' my gaze stayed fixated on his smile.

"So Azalea, I suppose you have some questions. That's why you're here, right?" I nod, "How about this? I'll make dinner after I give you a tour, and then we'll talk."

"That sounds.. delightful." I agree hesitantly. He sends the rooky back to the trading ground, and we walk around on tour. *About an hour later* "That was a lot more land than I thought you had. What do you plan on doing with it?" Curiosity lined every word fumbling out. I cursed my hands for shaking this whole time, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Oh, well, some of my men don't have homes or means to pay for a home without suspicion, so I planned on using what I have to build them places to sleep. This house is big enough that we can have everyone gather here for meals," he answered matter-of-factly. "I'm going to make dinner, in the meantime, make yourself comfortable. Alright?"

"Okay."

"Good, dinner shouldn't take long." With that, he leaves me from where we started the tour. Zero comes bounding over to my side with rope in his mouth. Zero nuzzles my arm repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, I'll play." I smile and toss the rope for him a few times before getting into a tug of war.

[gormezone]

Oh update on the screens also. Half of the transparencies I sent in were shitty so the poor guy at the shop had to have this awful email correspondence with me where he's like um yeah the titty-organ-woman looks good but the 2 lesbian porn slides are gonna need a reprint can u send me the scans. And I have to be like yeah mike sorry about that. About the quality of the lesbian porn. Thanks for the QA

[westshellos]

equate coffee @ orchard central

a couple months before their orchard central outlet opened, i visited equate coffee’s original tanjong pagar store. i can’t remember the exact cost of the items or the exact variety of food or drinks offered, but i do remember only being able to order mostly coffee and some tea variants (i believe i had a matcha latte?). i did enjoy the ambience at the tanjong pagar outlet—apart from being located in a small, quiet corner in tanjong pagar plaza, the storefront is framed with a gigantic jagged-edged, almost raw-looking (but not really, obviously) hole in the wall that serves as the entrance to the café. inside, the décor is a mix of brutalist and minimalist aesthetic, with unfinished (again, done intentionally, of course) cement screed floors and tiny stools next to tiny coffee tables. 

(photo from shout.sg, sorry. i didn’t intend to review this place when i was there)

so when i heard they were opening a new outlet in orchard, i was pretty excited. i was a little disappointed, though, when i found out it was in orchard central, a shopping mall. i don’t know if it’s personal bias, or if it’s a legitimate design concern, but cafés in malls just don’t feel the same as cafés located in your average gentrified-retro-looking-shophouse neighborhood. i could go on about how the location of these cafés plays a role in its “artisanal” image but that’s probably a topic for another post. 

i don’t completely hate the design of the new outlet. i do like how they kept the brutalist theme and added an eco twist to it—the two large tree trunks sprouting from the center of the space and the shrubs growing between slabs of rocks add a hint of nature and greenery to the drab of the steel-and-glass interior of orchard central. 

the counter, like the tanjong pagar outlet entrance, is also framed by the same jagged-edge, hole-int-the-wall design, which again helps break the monotony of the mall setting. 

the décor couldn’t save the café from the awful overhead lighting of the mall, though. it ultimately made for a difficult time trying to capture photos of the food without any harsh shadows lurking over the table. combined with my lack of skill in photography, it’s safe to say my pictures were not the best. i apologize in advance. 

as for the food, i had a cup of hot mocha ($5.50) with a tonkatsu sandwich ($15.80) and hazelnut chocolatine ($7.80). 

the mocha was a little bitter and acidic; admittedly, i can’t say much about its quality or value-for-money, but it was good for the most part. i wanted the iced version but must’ve screwed up my order. it’s my bad, they do operate on a self-served ordering system where you scan a qr code for the menu, select what you want and pay on the website.  

the tonkatsu sandwich is supposedly made up of “japanese panko-breaded pork loin, emmental, sesame dressing and shredded cabbage in toasted milk bread”, according to the café menu. the pork loin was cooked perfectly, which helped to bring the whole dish together.   

the hazelnut chocolatine is essentially a filled croissant in cubic form—to be fair they do state it on the menu, as i quote here: “croissant filled with homemade chocolate hazelnut praline”. i appreciate the aesthetic novelty though. 

i like the contrasting textures in this one. the softness of the praline pairs nicely with the crunchiness of the hazelnuts and mini chocolate biscuit balls. along with the perfectly flaky pastry and irresistible cube shape, this is probably my favorite dish here. 

overall:

7/10 affordability

8/10 taste

6.5/10 ambience

[potpourrifandoms]

In the RT Miitopia/Gracie Rimworld crossover, Chat and John got sent on a quest together. Their trip took a couple of days so they had to camp out for a night and I decided to draw it.

[thegildenheart]

I love the little expression chart going around so I made a D2 one for Alley.