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weskin-time · 2 years

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this is so fucking awful and self indulgent so I can understand if you pass this one but can I get wesker w an s/o who uses hewwo speak when reallllly stressed out? I do that irl and it's a bad habit of mine but at the same time I don't wanna stop bc it low-key brings comfort

YOURE THE FIRST PERSON TO SEND ME AN ASK EVER!! THANK YOU! and dont worry, self indulgense is my specialty! im also very sorry for this being a few days late, i havent had any time to write anything because i was making an Ash Williams cosplay for a horror convention i just got back from!!!

I havent proof read this so there might be errors and mistakes! sorry!

im also writing this while very exhausted from a convention so i hope it good!! healing through fanfic >:3 i hope this is close or around anything to what you had in mind!!

when he first hears you talk like that hes gonna give you a blank look

like he would just ask you a question about what you wanted for dinner and you would respond back tiredly in that way of speaking and he would just pause for a second and look at you

"why are you speaking like that?" hes blunt

he doesnt mean it in a bad way hes just,,, confused??

so you explain to him that its a habit of yours to talk that way when youre stressed out and its a semi comforting stress reliever to you

he instantly wants to know whats stressing you out

he said he would take care of it and have it done for you if its causing you to be so stressed

even if its a person or some customers getting under your skin depending on your job

says he has ways of making them never making you stressed again

actually kinda likes the way your way of speaking changes when youre stressed

something about it dripping off your tired lips just makes him want to wrap you up like one of those cat burritos

but he also doesnt want to hear it because it means youre stressed

and he doesnt want you to be stressed

BUT AA CUTE OWO VOICE

if you can pick it up, everytime to speak he just very faintly smiles

or at least his face relaxes a bit more

even if you try to tell him its alright and that you can get it done yourself he will insist that you tell him and let him take care of it

he ushers you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom where he starts to draw a warm bath for you, will even put in a bath bomb of your choice if you wish into the bath

while youre soaking in the warm water trying to relax a bit hes out making your favorite dinner or meal

hell if you want he will make pancakes for dinner or another type of non dinner meal for you

youre sitting in the warm water and just start to melt into it

theres a knock on the door a little while later, its Al telling you your food is ready :)

so now youre full, clean, and some of the stress weight has been lifted off of you knowing your lovely partner is going to help you (or completely take care of) the thing that is stressing you

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"you didn't have to do aww that fow me you know." you say, nuzzling into Wesker's chest. He held you in his arms under the warm covers, you laying on his chest with your arms wrapped around him and his around you. Your chest felt lighter than it had when you first got home for the day, it felt fuzzier.

"I know dearest." he gave you a small kiss to your forhead.

"I weawwy mean it. you do so much fow me awweady and youwe awways busy, i dont want to make you stwessed mowe than you awe just becasue im stwessed." you shift and crane your neck to look at him in this position.

His red eyes stare into yours as a smile finds its way to his lips. "Sweetheart." he paused to kiss your nose, "You're one of the few beings worthy of leading this new world with me. your pretty little head doesnt deserve any stress what so ever, and i mean that."

You felt your face go a tad red and your heart swell. for Wesker being,,, well,, Wesker, he really could be sweet sometimes. You burried your face back into his chest causing him to chuckle, the reverberation sounding so different as you were on his chest.

"I love you dear, and that cute voice youre using." his chuckle then lowers and extends, turning into a soft purring. you shut your eyes and lean into his purring, the sound starting to lull you to sleep.

"I love you too Al."

#i read your blog and saw you loved purring wesker #i really hope i did okay at least on this as this is my first request ever and i wanted to do it justice #wesker x reader #albert wesker imagine #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker dbd #resident evil imagine #resident evil wesker #resident evil x reader #fluff #fluff x reader #comfort x reader #how do i tag this

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of-mutts-and-men · 8 months

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i wanna start by saying youre doing an amazing job, im proud of you and t shots can be hard! i have a few tips, if youre interested, feel free to ignore if not. (my bad it gets kind of long. Cw for brief mention of blood)

first, if you use alcohol to clean your injection site, its normal for it to sting.

second, using a 25g needle is my go-to, because its big enough to let oil pass fairly quickly, but its still on the smaller side.

next, warm the oil up! running the vial under warm water or putting it between ur hands for a bit before drawing and injecting will help the oil be more liquidy.

take your time, breath, go slow. make sure youre giving yourself enough time to inject fully.

finally, make sure to aspirate before injecting. I always tell people this because no one told me (even the nurse teaching me to do my shot) [from an online article: Aspiration refers to the action of pulling back on the plunger for 5 seconds prior to injecting medication (Ipp, Sam, & Parkin, 2006). Current practice in the acute care setting is to aspirate IM injections to check for blood return in the syringe. Lack of blood in the syringe confirms that the needle is in the muscle and not in a blood vessel] I have done hundreds of tshots and only once have i ever had blood return. its still important though, because injecting into a vein is the only time your shot can cause real harm and not just discomfort. if you aspirate and have no blood return, then theres blood after taking the needle out, no worries, sometimes you poke veins passing through but that doesnt mean you injected into them.

in general, shots can hurt and be uncomfortable, but its a safe way to take your hormones and youre not in any danger from stinging shots. Keep it up, youre so brave and im offering your favorite sweets as consolation

Thank you doctor o7

This may be a bad thing to do but I read about the aspiration before and I think I’d pass out if I pulled something up through the syringe ngl. Even the thought of pulling anything back out gyyuuhh. I do subQ so idk if that even applies but it’s good to be informed 👍

#hornyramble #anon chit chat

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feralmoonlight · 2 years

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Oh god I'm hooked even more djdjdj

That does bring into question Y/N's temperment which is very fun. And that what I'm curious about.

Yes- anxiety does fuck with people (speaking from experience 😭) my curiosity lies in how Y/N might not realize immediately the power going off since they are doing a commission. And I understand that you don't always have voice calls but if they do commercial commissions (as in characters for companies) they would have to have gone on zoom calls. My wonder is if it's first panic then into perfessional tone bc Y/N doesn't want to show fear in front of their new buddy??

Power going out during a commission session just gave me PTSD from my old laptop that's battery was nonexistent and that'd mean anything unsaved is just GONE. My miserable ass would be so pissed cause when I got into a real groove of working on things I would just... Realize I lost the WHOLE thing. And if I wanna make YN's life hell, THEY GET 'THE BRICK' to deal with. A glorified paperweight with a finicky power port and a battery that may as well not even be attached, probably duck taped in there just to pretend it isn't an actual piece of junk. As a stay at home hermit, the dark itself isn't so much of an inconvenience, and in fact keeping the lights off as much as possible in the house helps save on money so the darkness is like a warm friend. MMM But the idea of the zoom call, the panic as soon as the call is lost, realizing second that the work was lost, would have them frustrated as all fuck But ah, if the zoom wasn't on the computer itself, maybe running through their phone instead so there's this tiny screen of light illuminating the now dark room, panicking internally while trying to explain why the stream feed to the drawing went dead... And remembering that Sun doesn't like the dark for some reason. Reaching out to pat him on the shoulder maybe? Still talking down the now annoyed client, while you try and explain that...probably a few hours of work are now gone because YOU hadn't saved recently. WHY didn't you have an auto save function?? It causes lag every time it does, which makes you have to redo linework or take pauses constantly. Then why not manually save? It messes with your flow, and when you get really into working on something you just tunnel. Well it's very unprofessional, so those lost hours wont be paid for. Thats annoying but understandable you guess... as much as you don't want to agree with it at the moment theres something off. Sun's being particularly quiet, and you're getting concerned now that he's worse off than just scared of the dark. Another pat turns into rubbing his back to let him know you're still right behind him, cause he seems to like physical contact (even if you're not a huge fan yet) -- But he shifts away. THAT is strange. The call goes dark as the client closes their end leaving you in almost full blackness aside from an outside light that's still lit (on a different grid you guess) and this odd red glow that's reflecting two hazy dots back from where you know the TV screen is. The next voice you hear is definitely NOT Sun, and the anxiety and worry you were feeling for Sun has shifted int a more pure fear of the unknown. Something is very wrong as you can hear the 'bot shift and stand up to his full height, almost reaching the ceiling. The only reason you know this is his head has turned towards you, the barest outline lacking the sun rays, as two red beads stare down at where you're still curled, frozen on the couch like a deer in headlights. The thought to run floats through your mind but doesn't get farther than that. That stare has you pinned. Maybe if you don't move, he can't see you. You know... Like a T-Rex.

#Doordash AU #Im not actually sure if I answered that one right lol #au hoard

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fishstickfeind · 2 years

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this isn’t really anything related to cars or any fandoms I just kinda wanted to vent/ramble about something lolol

for the past few weeks I’ve been really into ballet, and I really want to get into it but I feel like I won’t be good enough for it since

I don’t look skinny enough

im not flexible

im afraid that my friends or family would make fun of me for it

im afraid that I might experience something traumatic from it

i don’t think I can learn easily

i don’t want to wear a leotard (the thing that most ballerinas wear when they aren’t on stage) because i think I’m gonna look fat in one

i think it’s too late to learn it

and the list goes on

I really wanna try teaching myself the basics but I don’t know if I want to ask my parents for classes or not because of my anxiety from it akdhsjsbs

Completely understandable! I’m here for you and your friend, you can always come to me even if it aint about cars!

I uhh get a little into a zone when it comes to things like this, so if the text is overwhelming and you want me to pump the breaks just say so and I won’t mind one bit :)

Now I know next to nothing about ballet, and I’m not someone who struggles with their body in that sense but I’ve had close people to me that have, so my advice and comfort might be a bit limited but I’ll certainly do what I can :)

Now a lot of people I’ve seen in ballet tend to fit into the “magazine” type people where they have very specific beauty standards that they hold people up to, which is unfortunate cause there are many people that could be lovely ballet dancers and it could use representation, you could think of yourself adding to that representation! The world has different bodies and therefore things like bellet will have different bodies too

I think flexibility is a thing that has to be worked on! Some people are naturally more flexible, but some people will have to do warm up exercises or struggle with it more than others! For example, I’m terrible at mediating. My brain wanders really rapidly and I’m not the greatest at keeping my focus, so I have to push a bit harder for it. You might have to push a bit harder to be flexible but that makes you no less valuable than any other ballet dancer!

This is a completely valid concern, I’m not sure what you’ve been through or what this alludes to, but trying new things can sometimes have upsetting results. But, there’s also an opportunity for something that could go well and you enjoy! It’s okay to be scared and do something while you are scared! You could try starting out with baby steps if it helps, like doing a bit solo in your room or learning a new technique(I don’t know what ballet dancers are tought) and do what you enjoy and are most comfortable with

I’ll be honest, from what I’ve seen I’m not sure if ballet is an easy thing to learn anyways😅 I can only assume it’s somewhat similar to playing an instrument or learning a new sport, where it can take a while to get good at and requires practice, and lots of different people going at different paces with different skill sets, but eventually you will get to the point you want to be at! But from what I’ve learned, a lot of things I tend to enjoy most tend to bug me the most sometimes or be a pain (ex. Drawing, learning about engines, math work, etc.)

Again, I know very little about ballet, but would you have to wear a leotard? I’m not sure about what the rules are at public practice and such but if you’re doing it by yourself or with a friend group you could probably just throw on some comfort clothing and be good! And I’m sure what ever you end up wearin you’ll look just fine! Theres nothing wrong with lookin fat, and if anyone is rude about it send me their contact info and I’ll dig them a grave and burry them in it too

Hey it’s never too late to start!!! If there’s an opportunity for it, then it’s not too late! It’s there and it won’t be going anywhere, it’s your choice when you decide to pick it up :)

I understand the anxiety, and I’m not sure what area you might live in, but I know some people start lessons like swimming, ballet, etc., for groups of people with specified body types, so maybe you could find a group that you would feel comfortable in and join that? Or it might feel awkward at first but you could try zoom meetings or such so it’s virtual and you can leave any time! I’d say start on your own and go at your own pace and once you got your mind set and if you decide to do public classes you can! And the best part? If you do start public classes you can leave at any point! Unless you sign some wacky contracting saying you have to stay I’m pretty sure you or your parents could call and just ask to quit or such :)

#if anything i said came off as hurtful or such do let me know!!#i also wasnt sure how in depth to go so if i went over the top and you want me to dial it down say so :)#genshinwomenarehot #:) you could always have it as a personal hobby and just as a you thing to have if that helps!

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chattahoochiecoochie · 2 years

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Mick’s NSFW Alphabet

For the bitches I like, and the bitches I like only. Y’all are some whores and I love you for that, truly. MINORS DNI.

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Bit of a clean freak so it’s straight to the shower if possible, if not, then a warm towel at the very least. He’s incredibly gentle, almost frustratingly so, as if he’s worried he broke you. Lots of silence, when he does speak its in a whisper.

B - Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners) He’s modestly obsessed with his arms, after a lot of dedication and time in the gym, he’s pretty proud of how big he’s gotten. On a bit of a parallel he’s in love with your legs, wrapped around him is how he likes them best.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) He’d prefer to keep the mess making to a minimum but he does quite like seeing you covered in it, so occasionally you get a treat. He’s not too fussy about being covered in yours, either.

D - Dirty Secret It makes him feel dirty, almost to the point of feeling truly unclean, but he loves to get rough with you. Its a constant battle of doing what his cock wants as opposed to his heart. Guess who wins in the bedroom?

E - Experience (Do they know what they're doing?) Not particularly. You learn together, about the rules and regulations of going wild, and how to please one another.

F - Favorite Position Missionary, he’s a classic guy with basic needs. Not to mention its the best way to get his hands around your neck.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous) Smiles and laughter aren’t un-welcomed, but they certainly feel out of place. The learning curve has brought on some awkward moments, but then its right back to it.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they?) He wouldn’t be a clean freak if he wasn’t obsessively tidy, would he? It’s his thing, just one of many in a regular routine. Cut short, not a hair out of place.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment?) After causing any sort of pain or even mild discomfort he’s attentive and diligent, the focus is always on you. The smile may be gone, but the softness remains.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation) Rarely, if ever.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) Choking you, with his hands or his cock. Watching your eyes roll back in your head turns him on. Not to mention the rush of power than comes from having his hands around your throat. He’s partial to a bit of spanking too, the rough kind, that you can still feel when it’s all over.

L - Location (Favorite places to have sex) Hotel rooms, hotel showers, cars, but most of all his bedroom. Everyone likes a bit of excitement, but theres nothing wrong with getting down and dirty right at home.

M - Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going?) You. He can’t explain it, even though he’s tried. It’s been brought on by a variety of things, once a pretty sundress, another time just the look in your eye.

N - NO (What's something they wouldn't do, turns off’s?) Tying you up is where he draws the line. He doesn’t mind a blindfold or even handcuffs that one time in Spa, but actually tying you up, constricting you, is too much.

O - Oral (Preference in giving/receiving) An even split, well, maybe sixty forty if he’s being honest. You on your knees, mouth full, is too good to pass up.

P - Pace (Are they fast/slow, rough/sensual?) It’s not fast, he’s a patient man, but it is rough, always.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on a quickie rather than proper sex?) Actual sex, he’s not interest in rushing the process. For oral though, any time is a good time.

R - Risk (Are they down to experiment, how risky do they wanna be?) He’s pretty sure he’s maxed out on kinky behavior but he’s never said no to trying something new. It takes an adjustment though, and an honest thought about if he really likes it more than what you already do together.

S - Stamina (How long can they go for?) Two is the most he’s tried. The heart wins out after that. Roughing you up for a couple rounds is good enough for him, he’d like to get back to being himself and taking care of you after that.

T - Toy (Do they own toys, down for bringing them into the relationship?) Handcuffs from the aforementioned time in spa, but that’s it.

U - Unfair (Is it always give and take or is it sometimes just take?) A true fifty fifty, he’s a gentleman, after all. Even for those quickies in the car…

V - Volume (How loud are they/do they like you to be?) At the very least he’d like to hear you try. It’s hard to get a sound out when you can’t really breath, but seeing you squirm and fight to, turns him on. He’s verbal, but its almost always a whisper.

W - Wearing (What do they like you to wear, if anything?) Naked as the day you were born. A skirt is preferable though if you’re going for a drive.

X - X-Ray (Whats going on in those pants?) A proud and confident seven. Visually speaking, veiny, but if you had to describe it, the word heavy comes to mind. Its a lot to take, at the very least.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Decent, he wants it more than another man his age but he’s not a fiend, by any stretch of the word.

Z - Zzzz... (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?) Once the steam of the shower hits him its pretty hard to keep him awake. You’re usually both under the covers and dreaming peacefully within the forty five minute marker.

#guess who's writing smut to go with this?#its me bitch.#mick schumacher #mick fic #alphabet #f1blr #f1 smut #f1 headcanon #chattahoochiecoochie writes #f1 fanfic #f1 fic

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ellitx · 3 years

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I feel like Himmel would be the most sensual and gentle with making love to his darling for the first time (and every time but especially the first) like imagine you come back from work or school and he offers you massage or to draw you a hot bath to relax and things get spicy from there ~ scenario below- !!smut scroll fast if you dont wanna see it!! (Kinda long im sorry)

"Is everything alright y/n..? If theres anything I can do to help you just let me know." Your lover offers. you had been through a stressful week with finals and work. You roll your neck and shoulders with a sigh and say

"Hmm.. a massage would be nice~" you sigh out looking up at him with doe like eyes. Its been about 6 months into your relationship and really wanting things to get more intimate, but were a bit too shy to bring it up directly, you didnt want to accidentally make him uncomfortable.

He goes slightly wide-eyed at your requests but braces his nerves, he really wanted to progress things with you but he's a bit nervous doing something so sensual for the first time. Hes only really gone as far as a few chaste kisses and long hugs.

"O-okay! Could you lay down for me?" Himmel says trying to hide his nervousness. You nod and proceed to lay down on your stomach with your arms under your head as support. He takes a moment to eye your beautiful form, every dip and curve, with your thighs out on display from the rather short skirt and stockings your wearing.

"Its really my lower back thats bothering me..~" you again sigh out in almost a teasing tone hoping he'll get the message.

"Alright just let me know if anything I do makes you uncomfortable.." He says sitting besides you and gently placing his hands on your waist, swallowing hard and beginning to work out the tension.

"A little lower--" you say while adjusting yourself slightly rubbing your legs together and moving your hips slowly to get in a more comfortable position. Himmels feels the tips of his ears burn as he couldn't help but watch your rather suggestive movements.

"Uhh.. okay! How about here..?" He cautiously moves his hands down your spine until they rest atop your hips and begins to massage into them.

"Ahh~ Himmel.. so good.." you breathe out feeling the tension leaving your back but build up somewhere else. He was very good with his hands, and you couldn't help but think about how good it would feel to have him massage other areas.

He leans abit into it applying more pressure, the sounds you made were ethereal to him, it turned him on so much and he couldn't help himself from wanting to go further so he bends down to kiss the back of your neck

"Y/n I love you.. but I can't help but want more.." he wispers and begins nibbling at the top of your ear, making you release a small shakey moan it was finally happening. You thought he almost didn't have an interest in you until now

"Mhmm.. I want the same Himmel.." you turn your body fully till you were on your back with both of his arms around you, he reaches for your hands and intertwines them with his own, pressing his forehead to yours then bringing his lips to meet yours in a kiss that made your heart race.

"We'll go slow.. okay.. I just want you to feel good.." He hushed bringing a hand to stroke your hair, nodding you lean in to kiss him again with him shifting himself to lay ontop of you, he really loves feeling both of your bodies pressed together with locked lips, tongues gently brushing together.

You spread your legs almost instinctually and held on to his shoulders as he begins to let his hands wander to your breast giving them a gentle squeeze. You let out a soft moan that makes him pull away and lock eyes with you with a slightly furrowed brow.

"You okay?" He questions concerned but you quickly reassure him by grabbing his hand that still lay on your breast and give it a squeeze yourself

"Its alright, Himmel.. I want this just as much.. you don't have to hold back, I want you to do whatever you want with me" you plead with your face painted red with blush you grind your hips against his, wrapping your legs around his.

"Nng.. y/n..!" He buried his face into the crook of your neck and began giving soft love bites letting on of his hands wander lower and lower until they reach the hem of your skirt wanting so badly to see you moan and writhe under him and to see his hand covered in your essence

"May I..?" He still wanted consent for this, he can't get any enjoyment if he forces himself onto you, but immediately gets his answer when you begin to pull down your soaked panties, wide eyed he admires the strings of slick stuck to them.

"Please... Just.. Ahhh..~" He had slowly pushed two fingers into your needy core, slowly curling and pumping them into you, it was better than you imagined he was already hitting that spot that sends extacy through you.

"More Himmel..! Nng.." He didn't know if he could get anymore heated, his member ached to feel your walls clench around him, but it was tightly restrained in his pants and it almost hurt . You were too much, too beautiful, too perfect and he wanted to have all of you.

Beginning to pump his hand faster, he removes his pants to alleviate some pressure. Looking down to see how hard he was all you wanted was to feel how he split you open.

"Its so good..Haa..! Im right there..!!" Feeling that spring in your core unwind you spill your essence onto him, but you wanted him to feel you, to feel his cock buried deep inside you.

"Yes.. y/n.." He moans out admiring the amount of slick you spilt "I want to go all the way" He says and gradually positions himself between your legs with the tip of his length brushing against your entrance

"Haa.. me too my love" you breathe as you lean in to kiss him once more while grasping onto his hands firmly. His breath hitches as he slowly sheathed himself within your tight walls still pulsating from your previous high, it was so much better than he'd ever imagine he just wants to rut into deeply into you but knows he needs to be gentle as the last thing he wants to do is cause you pain.

"Haa.. you can move.. I'm okay" you felt so full and warm, so full of him. He gently grips your hips and thrust into you, sending waves of pleasure though him, your tight core was perfectly fitted to him feeling so complete attached to you

"Nng.. Y/n.. I love you so much.. more!" His pace and breathing increases as his hold on you tightens almost being clouded by pleasure. You wrap your legs around his waist granting him even more access to you hitting deep within in you, you felt your core tighten around him feeling your end coming a bit too quickly

"H-Himmel..! Im so close..!" Hearing you moan his name almost made him come undone, throwing your legs over his shoulders thrusting into you as deeply as he could chasing his own high. Griping onto him as you climax spilling all that you had onto him he pushed himself into a few more times before pulling out and releasing into the sheets.

Pulling you close after with heavy breaths he wispers "I hope I was able to take some of the stress away.." you nod as you pull yourself closer to him to let a lull like state wash over you.

-💚 (sorry if long skdjd)

mlem 😋

#submission #ellianswers #💚 anon #himmel x reader #venti brainrot

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12yeahiminluvwu · 4 years

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Captain

pairing - JJ Maybank x Athlete!Reader

summary- JJ Maybank gets his shit rocked by the captain of the school volleyball team

word count- 2,365 (i got so carried away, oh my goodness)

warning(s)- swearing, uhh JJ gets hurt but he’s fine, volleyball lingo (if you don’t understand, i’m happy to translate lol) this wasn’t proof read so, have fun if theres any typos.

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“It’s volleyball week, class. Experienced played on the left court, beginning players of the right court. Over on the left, we’re playing normal sets to twenty-five, no serve cap. On the right, normal set to twenty-five, serve cap is 3. Have fun!” Mr. Perkins said and let everyone lose. Volleyball week was your favorite because you got to do something you actually liked during gym class.

You and a few of the other varsity girls made your way to the court and made a quick game plan with the other three players you’d gotten on your team. From your middle position, you see JJ Maybank from across the net. You had no idea that he even knew what volleyball was, seeing as the only thing he ever did was surf and smoke weed.

“You ready to get your shit rocked, Maybank?” You smirked, waiting for the serve. His eyes scanned up and down your body before meeting your eyes with an equal smirk.

“Bring it on captain!” JJ didn’t know much about volleyball, but he was determined to stay on the court for as long as he could before Perkins booted him over to the other court. He wanted to be close to you, try to impress you. This was the best way he knew how to do that right now.

The ball was served to the setters corner, a pass, set, and a hit made. Your teammate, who was a libero on your actual team, made a dig to your setter and you released to make your approach calling a 1, which is a quick/low set right above the tape, and realized that JJ stood flat footed- not even attempting to block you. The boy watched as the ball connected with your hand and ducked, thinking that it was headed straight for his face.

The ball dropped right on the 10-foot line and your team cheered for you, as you had won the first point. JJ watched in a daze as you smiled and laughing, taking the compliments your team was showering you in.

“JJ! Block her next time!” Someone said from behind him and he nodded aimlessly, doing his best to focus and try to play. The set went back and forth a few times before you went back to serve. You had begun to catch on to the fact that JJ had absolutely no idea what he was doing, so you intentionally served him, knowing it would get you a point.

The ball spun in your hand once, and you placed a hand on top lightly before drawing your arm back and tossing the ball,swinging through right at JJ. The ball coasted perfectly above the net, floating right to him, but it ended up hitting him in the face.

“Oh shit!” You gasped, running across the floor to where he now laid on the floor.

“You ok Maybank?” JJ laid there quietly, trying to grasp on to what just happened. Of course, he's the one that gets clocked by a serve. And of course it was y/n’s. Just his freaking luck. Opening his throbbing eye, he saw you staring down at him, close enough he could feel your breath fanning across his face.

“JJ, come on, I didn’t hit you that hard!” You said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch as his eyes fluttered.

“Y/n, I’m gonna have you walk him to the nurse, ok? I wanna make sure he doesn’t have a concussion.” Perkins said and you nodded, latching onto his hand to help him stand up. He was a little unstable so you wrapped his arm around your shoulder, while yours held securely onto his waist.

“You know, when you asked me if I was ready to get my shit rocked, I didn’t know you meant literally!” He groaned. A giggled escaped your lips and you looked at him, almost like you were seeing him for the first time. His face looked different up close, he looked a little less tough. He looked softer.

“”Well, maybe you shouldn’t have let your guard down,” You shrugged, smirked in his direction.

“Oh, so that’s how it is, ok.” He scoffed and you laughed again, tightening your grip on him. A beat of silence passed between the two of you before the boy spoke again.

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked and you nodded, perking your ars at what he was going to say. You were very aware of how close you were to him, as his body heat was beginning to make you sweat. You passed by a few people who were in the hallway, avoiding going back to class.

“I have no idea how to play volleyball…” He finally admitted and you stopped in your tracks, feeling laughter bubble in your chest.

“Ya think I didn’t notice that?” You laughed out, and the redness on his cheeks darkened.

“Why were you on that court if you don’t know how to play? There's nothing wrong with being on the beginners court!” He shifted, taking his arm off of your shoulder and leaning against the wall. Suddenly, he was more interested in the floor and playing with the hem of his shirt than he was looking at you and you felt the weight shift between your feet, your eyebrows raising at him.

“Because… I wanted to impress you…” He trailed off. Your cheeks began to heat up at his confession. Truthfully, you didn’t think JJ, or anyone, thought about you that way. You’d never really been a main character like JJ, or any of his friends.

“Why?” You asked, grabbing him from off the wall so you could continue your journey to the nurse’s office. This time, he held onto you a little tighter than he had before, he realized you did the same.

“Because you’re freaking y/n y/l/n! You’re the captain of the volleyball team, voted most likely to play in the Olympics before you turn 25! You’re, like, awesome! And, I didn’t know how else to get your attention. So here I am, with a possible concussion.”

“I’m not worth getting a concussion over JJ, why didn’t you just ask me out ;like any normal person would?” Your boldness surprised you, but you figured that it couldn’t really hurt at this point.

“Cause, John B said that would be lame…” He muttered.

“Well, I guess you’ve learned to not always listen to John B,” He nodded and looked over at you.

“How about we go out tonight then? Catch the sunset, have a picnic?” He asked, causing your smile to grow wider.

“As lovely as that sounds, I have a game tonight… but I’d like it if you were there.” He nodded, looking around before looking back at you.

“What’s your jersey number?” He asked. You had come upon the door to the office and you slowly opened it before answering him.

“13.” You said and sent him in, walking in after him.

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JV had just finished, meaning you and the girls were out on the court warming up and getting ready for your game. Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran blared throughout the gym, hyping the team up.

The whistle blew and you looked over to the ref, holding up a C. That’s your cue.

You won serve and thanked the ref before departing back to your team, who had gathered around the bench, waiting for coach to give the line up. You’re starting, obviously, so you gave your speech and made your way onto the court, quickly scanning the crowds to see if JJ was there.

You didn’t see him right away, but he was there with his friends, wearing your number painted on an old t-shirt he didn’t wear often enough to care about, with your name above it.

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It was down to the wire now, 11-13 in the fifth set. JJ had no clue what was going on but he knew that every time you hit the ball and got a point, he screamed the loudest of everyone in the gym. You still hadn’t seen him as you were focused on the game, the cheers just sounding like white noise filling the void.

“Bro, you’re over here yelling like she’s already your girlfriend! Step it up!” John B said and that kicked him into gear, making the rest of the pogues laugh at his willingness to act like an idiot. You went back to serve and his mind raced back to his trip to the nurses office earlier in the day. He silently hoped you would do the same to one of the girls on the other team. He’d learned that when you hit someone in the face on a kill, it's called a six pack. He liked that name, for obvious reasons.

JJ silently hoped for you to six pack someone all night concluding that it would be really sexy.

“Come on y/n, ace these bitches!” He yelled and that caught your attention. You looked over and saw him, standing amongst the crowd with a proud smile plastered on his face. You took another deep breath, after sending him a quick smile, and refocused yourself on the task at hand. You needed to keep the serve if you wanted to get to the end of this game without a fight.

You served the ball exactly how you had earlier in gym class, and watched as it floated over the tape, dropping right in front of the left back passer. Your team cheered you on as you came into the middle of the court. The ball was passed back to you, and you went back to do your routine all over again, choosing the same person to serve to, knowing it would psych them out.

The passed the ball high and to the middle, making it easy for the setter to get there and make a play. Sucks for them though, cause your offense read it, and easily went up for the block, the ball going straight down to the ground.

13-13. Two more and you win. You breath a little deeper now, looking over to your coach who is holding on a 5, indicating where you needed to serve. Deep right back corner. JJ watched as the ball spun in your hand, watched as it floated over the net, and watched as the players made their moves. The last hit was made, coming over the net quickly. Left back took the pass and you called ‘Pipe”, a back row middle hit.

The ball landed in the net, ending your streak. The score was 14-13 now, and in a set that only went to 15, it meant you had to bust your ass to get the ball back. Typically, a libero or defensive specialist would rotate in for you right now, but you had been working on your back row skills so coach opted to keep you in. The ball was served to your right, the setters corner. The pass was made, a set to the outside, and a kill, bringing you back to 14-14. You had to win by two.

The play was a blur, all you knew was you won that point, and before you knew it, it was game point again.

The feeling that washed over you when the crowd erupted in cheers as you won the game was one you would never get used to. Euphoria, a high that would never get old. One you couldn’t build a tolerance to.

The team rushed onto the court, dogpiling in the middle as the crowd started to shuffle out. When you made it out there was still a group of people standing around in the gym, waiting to talk to different payers.

A small crowd of four people stuck out to you, one in particular catching your eye. You ran over to him and he smiled, catching you in his arms and spinning you around as you laughed into his shoulder.

“You came!” He laughed at our surprise and nodded.

“Did you really think I’d miss it?” He asked and you shrugged, still wrapped up in his arms.

“I didn’t see you, so I wasn’t sure.”

John B, Pope, and Kie all looked at the two of you in amazement. They had never seen JJ like this with anyone before. The group watched JJ swoon over you and hype you up about winning all the way out to your car.

“Hey JJ, we’re gonna head out. You comin’?” Pope asked him.

“I could give you a ride if you want?” You offered and he looked back between you all, opting to spend as much time with you as he could. The car ride was filled with laughter about how amazed JJ was that you could jump as high as you did and hit the ball as hard as you were capable of. It was funny to see him so enamoured by something that seemed so mundane to you at this point.

Pulling up to the chateau, you both got out and stood at the front of the car, neither of you wanting to part ways.

“So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8?” He asked and you nodded. He began walking into the house, but stopped when you called out to him.

“You’re not even gonna kiss me goodnight?” He turned around to see the smirk on your face and dropped everything to run back to you, scooping you up in his arms and attaching his lips to yours in a deep kiss.

You felt a fire ignite across your whole body as you shared this moment with him. You shared a kiss filled with passion, desire, and emotions you couldn’t yet name.

“Night, Captain…” He whispered in your ear, leaving you with nothing but goosebumps and shivers down your spine.

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hehe, this was really fun to write.

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adabofblessings · 4 years

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How does Dadimus comfort each of the kids after a particularly bad day and how would they repay the favour after he has a bad day himself?

Oof! My heart!

All three of them have different ways of showing when they need comfort. Optimus is good at reading people and knows when one of his comrades is in the dumps. However, he isn't considered a comforter, per say. Millions of war has kind of taken away the basic emotions of Optimus or Orion used to have.

He still has those gentle tones and understanding empathy, but he is in no way of a physical or emotional comforter, but damn does he try when it comes to his family.

Lets start, shall we? :)

Miko

I wanna think Miko knows what she needs. Shes firm if she wants to be alone and I think Optimus knows it. However, being firm can be a huge misunderstanding sometimes. Shes firm about hanging out or doing something together, not because shes being forceful, but because she needs someone to talk to. She wants someone to listen to her and hear her. But she also knows that her friends can't always do that. And her parents are miles away from her. So where does she go?

To Optimus.

And after awhile of Miko practically pleading to him to hang out and do whatever, he starts to see how Miko expresses her needs through activities. It takes a moment and he wasn't sure why she was asking him to draw him or paint on his frame, but he realizes that she talks a lot about things team Prime don't know except him and Jack and Raf.

It really does sadden him when he sees this precious teenager go through life and have a different approach on how she expresses her challenges. Most people can't see that and it destroys them immensely. But he tries to be there every step of the way.

He always notices that Miko's hands are always doing something whenever hes with her and theres a revelation to that little hint. Its some thing that distracts her while she's pouring out her life. But Optimus knows it to keep her grounded while she's talking.

They seem to know a secret code of some sort. There's always a day where Miko will walk up to Optimus and ask him to do something, and it clicks to his processor that she needs a hearing ear. And hes always on point of that. He'll drop everything to help her. Be a ear or just someone to near her. He'll let her hang around his shoulder plate or let her hug his digit whenever she needs physical affection.

Jack

Jack is a lot like Optimus in many ways. He suffers through silence and wont talk about his difficulties. Hes never mentioned about his life problems, but everyone has breaking points and Jack is no different.

There's a moment where Jack comes to the base with tiredness etching his pale face. Arcee notices, Ratchet and then everyone does, but he flat out refuses to say anything. Stubborn boy.

Optimus is the only one that hasn't asked about what was wrong with him, because he can practically see what the boy is doing. He's no stranger to this type of suffering. It kills him inside because this suffering silence is a slow kind of painful type. It destroys from the inside and out.

He notices that Jack takes it slow and prefers it that way. It takes a lot of time but he finally cracks a little part of Jack. The fruits of his labor is finally here and he wouldn't want it any other way.

It starts out small but Optimus knows how wary Jack is with this personal information. He just nods and listens. The thing is that Jack isn't venting, he just seems lost and confused and thats what makes Optimus understand him more.

Jack is that kind of person who is always seeking for advice. Its difficult because he doesn't have a father to teach him those advices. His mom has always been his steady rock but things become unsteady when it becomes the world growing men.

And while Optimus is no where near Jack's species, he does try his best to give fatherly advice. Though it comes out natural than what Optimus think it sounds like. Jack feels a lot better after the talk between him and Optimus and rather enjoys there time together. However he isn't really the one to verbally ask for help, so Optimus always have to keep an Optic out when Jack is one of thise predicaments. They're not very affectionate but Jack does pat Optimus' pede. And though it's not much, Optimus knows that it's Jack way of affection and he cherishes it greatly.

Raf

Raf is those kids whose teachers and his parents have to go to him when hes troubled. Even though Raf will say hes fine every time someone asks him if he's okay, hes not really. It frustrates the crap out of Ratchet and it concerns Bumblebee. Eventually they'll give up and let the kid come to them, but the Prime knows;he sees it. And he doesn't like it.

The more they try to pry it out of him the more he seals his problems. He doesn't want to cause more trouble from what he's experiencing. At first, Optimus is light and soft. But then after awhile of not being able to get Raf to open up, he has to be firm. Why.

Raf is shrugging at the question and simply gives him a very vague answer. Like "just school" or "just tired" but Optimus knows that its more than that. Hes patient as ever and let's Raf play that game. Soon enough, there's a snap in Raf and it completely unfolds. He's tired, he's frustrated, he wants someone to hug him and just comfort him.

It breaks Optimus' spark but he knows that letting go will help him. He sits through the tears and frustrated talks and just listens. Soon, Optimus finds himself expressing more physical affection towards the youngest team member. He's scooping up the poor and tired boy and letting Raf rest of his tired head against his warm chassis, allowing his spark to beat soothingly against Raf's ear. It takes a lot out of the boy but he relaxes and finds himself at peace. Whenever Raf is need of attention, Optimus understand and learns that Raf is a boy and needs the affection that he lacks of. Unfortunately, Raf isn't the person to ask, so whenever he and Raf are alone, he'll scoop him up and allow the boy hang around or nap on him if he's tired.

Optimus

After hes all done dealing with lovable children, hes all alone and ready to greet the inescapable sound of silence. Hes willing to sit by himself and contemplate life and the consequences he's experienced during his long years. Unfortunately (fortunately) all three children see him alone and that will just not do! Sure, hes older than millions of lives combined but that doesn't mean that their dad won't suffer alone.

Optimus very surprised when he sees Jack, Miko and Raf climbing him and perch themselves on his shoulder. Miko and Raf wraps their arms around Optimus' face while Jack is placing a hand on the side of his faceplate. It's simple but Optimus finds himself closing his optics and leaning to their small hugs.

He feels at peace, enjoying the comforting presence of his human children. His children is all it takes for his demons to flee and it takes just a minute to feel determine to defeat this war and bring peace to his world, just as the human children gave him.

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #optimus prime #miko nakadai #jack darby #rafael esquivel #dadimus prime #optimus is the best dad #dad optimus prime #blessing answers

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crowsent · 4 years

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👶,⭐,💘, and💻. Love you!!

thank you for ask anon! writer ask game is here if yall wanna send in something. still taking asks for these btw

👶- advice for new writers =

yall this is hella fucking generic but PRACTISE. theres a reason almost literally every writer on tumblr gives the advise of “practise practise practise” and that reason is it works. practise doesnt mean ‘oh just write bc youll automatically get better over time’ it means ‘write bc if you dont, you wont figure out what you need to improve.’ did yall know that i literally had no sentence variation in the past? i started every sentence with [character name] or [character pronoun] and i didnt realise until i was 15/16 and i only realised bc i started writing a lot.

i think there’s a fear of failure with new writers. there’s this lingering doubt of “what if its not good?” and boy howdy i will answer that question right fucking now. it wont be good. when i compare my current work to my earlier work, my earlier work sucked fucking shit. i spelled soldier with a fucking ‘j’ and i had no idea what the hell a point of view was. and thats okay. whoever tells you that youre going to perfect writing is a fucking liar. there is no perfecting writing. 20 years from now, imma look at the writing from today and im gonna think it sucks shit. writing is a process. its a craft. you get better and better over time and the way you get better is by experimenting w different styles, different genres, different ways of writing.

and the only way you can experiment and improve is through practise. in video games, especially rpgs (which are my favourite kind of video games), you struggle in the early game. youre at a low level, you dont have good equipment, you have a hard time moving to the next area. but the only way you progress is by grinding, gaining levels, and getting stronger. same w writing. if youre a level 1 writer, just starting out, no idea what to do, just experiment. fuck around a bit. write crackships, write rarepairs, write niche self-indulgent reader/character fics. at the end of the day, you should write for yourself. its good and cool if other people like your stuff and validate all your hard work, but at the end of the day, the one who should enjoy your writing the most is yourself.

you WILL mess up and you WILL struggle, but thats the only way you can improve. i struggle with pacing the most. still do. but others might have pacing down pat and struggle instead with word choice or pov or something else. cant figure out where you need to improve if you dont write, so just practise and worry about all the fine print later

⭐️- how do you get your inspiration? =

this is definitely not universal, but i just sit on my bed, close my eyes, and meditate. cycle through all my emotions and thoughts and filter them out. then i just toss everything out the damn window. like. id just meditate for a while, focus on breathing, on experiencing the present, picture a field and a tree and myself and breathe. thoughts fly by and i let them happen but dont focus on it.

meditating gives me some semblance of emotional control bc i normally have none, and it gives me kind of this space. this safe space that only exists for me and me alone. so i use that space to let the world drift away. just me and my thoughts and sometimes, those thoughts end up being good writing ideas. but i usually meditate for a set amount of time. like 15 minutes or 30 minutes so i dont write until i finish meditating.

then when i get out of my headspace, i open up my laptop and see what i remember. thinking too hard about something causes it to muddy up. same with art. in digital art, artists flip the canvas to refresh their eyes, see if there’s anything weird or wonky about the illustration that they normally dont see bc theyve gotten used to it. flipping the canvas is like giving our eyes a jumpstart and lets us see what we could do better. in traditional art, its turning the canvas this way and that or repositioning yourself. meditating is like that. a break. a cleanse. a kind of pause where you dont think about anything and just try to process what you already have. you relax and kind of let yourself float down a river of thoughts and sometimes, a fish would jump out of that river and youd go “hey, thats a good idea. i should try that” so when you get out of the river, youre refreshed and ready to go.

same principle with showers. more ideas come to you in the shower when you dont have anything to write with bc youre not thinking about it. youre not focusing on finding inspiration or motivation so ideas naturally flow through you. you know that feeling when you want to do x then someone comes along and says “hey you should do x” and suddenly all motivation to do x leaves? same w your brain. focus too much on “i should be writing” or “i want inspiration” and its never gonna come. just let things happen. at least, thats how i do it. some people might get inspiration by reading or watching tv. everyones different so if thats not what works out for you, dont feel pressured to try my method

💘- what’s your favorite AU? Least favorite? =

magic au. specifically fantasy au set in like a pre-modern era. shows like avatar where theres all this magic and fantastical beasts and so on and so forth. semi-modern like six of crows and nevernight are great too. i want that magic to be woven into people’s lives. harry potter is okay but there’s like this separation between magic and muggle. there’s this feeling of “magic” but like as a tool. like a spoon or a gun or a shovel. i want magic au’s that are INTEGRATED with the world its set in.

like in atla, earth kingdom people have trains they move with bending while fire nation people have machines powered by heat and steam. both correspond to their bending and makes sense for the world they live in. but if your plot is like harry potter and its less worldbuilding and more action, then there’s this book series called seasons rising (read it. so good) where there’s a bunch of spells but the spells have character. the people using the spells GIVE it character and it feels much more intimate. pokemon does the whole fantasy mixed w reality better. give two trainers the exact same pokemon and by the time that pokemon reaches lvl 50, its gonna have a different moveset, different fight style, etc bc it was shaped by the world and people around it. i like harry potter but tbh it could have been so much better

for the least favourite au, it’s A/B/O i dont like the whole “omegas are only good for breeding hurr durr” and “alphas are violent and aggressive and cant control themselves around omegas” thing and it squicks me out. major squick. i read the original harry potter squick (THAT one. yeah. you know the one) and i still hate a/b/o more. i get why people like it, and there are one or two fics set in a/b/o au that i enjoy reading, but as a whole, i severely dislike a/b/o fics.

the themes are squick, the character dynamics get so messed up, and shipping dynamics (bc a/b/o fics usually have shipping) just get so blown out of proportion. there are so many a/b/o fics that turn ooc or the character interpretations radically change or something else. no hate against a/b/o fans bc yall are amazing for writing/drawing yalls au. there are things that you can only do in this setting and exploring those things can be incredibly fun for people, but for me personally, its not an au i like to visit.

💻- three works of yours that are must reads =

i. dont know what fandom youre in anon or your genre preferences. so ill just rec you one fic for a different fandom each with kind of different genres. ts masterlist is on my side @hufflepuff-deceit and regular fanfic masterlist is on my writing blog @crownonymous

(BNHA) Viper. its my first serious attempt at fanfic in YEARS and its my baby. currently has 7 chapters, i havent updated it in a while bc im hyperfocused on ts rn, but i love it to bits. its just all of my fav bnha fics crammed into one fic. quirkless kind of villain izuku with stain as a mentor as they work together to bring light to the injustices of hero society and where bakugos bullying has visible and long-lasting repercussions? sign me the fuck up. you can read it on ao3 HERE bc its not on tumblr. kind of fast-paced, has a lot more action scenes than anything else ive written. heavy plot-wise but has a lot of humour and comedy to break things up

(Kimetsu no Yaiba) I Pray To God He Hears You. not related to my other kny fic oleander which is a multichap retelling au. iptghhy is a standalone one-shot and kind of a character study on one giyuu tomioka. i love him so much. giyuu is my baby and i adore him. so of course i wrote a sad fic focusing on him. well technically, the fic focuses on giyuu AND his relationships. SPOILERS for chapters 130 and 131 of the manga. focuses mostly on giyuu and sabito, but there’s a fair bit of giyuu and tanjiro and urokodaki. you can read it HERE bc this is also not on tumblr. also deals with heavy things but more emotion-wise since it doesnt have that much of a plot. loss. grief. moving on. survivors guilt. that kind of stuff. very sad. hurt but with comfort, especially at the end.

(Sanders Sides) Logan’s Birthday Fic: Logicality. just what the title says. i wrote 5 different fics and published them all on logans bday but the logicality one received the most feedback and honestly? the cutest of the bunch. its gonna be crossposted onto ao3 but for now, you can read it HERE on my ts sideblog. theres no plot since its literally just domestic and relationship fluff. and puns. patton is in the fic, theres gonna be puns. nothing but good things and warm feelings bc logan deserves it.

thank you so much for such interesting asks anon! i enjoyed answering these. have a lovely day!

#crowsas answers #kny #bnha #sanders sides

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resonatingfern · 5 years

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Sweet like Butterscotch

So in addition to this kiss prompt and with @likemesomesalads‘s encouragement, here’s a bunch of words about Amwyl and Lea getting it on. Is it safe to post smut to tumblr? Who knows. But here it is. Or you can read it all together on ao3. Again, I hope I got Lea down okay! Warning -- smut writing below.

There was just time for the door to shut behind them before Amwyl pinned Rhysalea against it. He pressed his body to his, lips searching and easily finding their mark along the other sylvari’s neck. A quick intake of breath told him Rhysalea hadn’t been expecting the sudden attention, but the way his body melted under Amwyl’s touch betrayed his thoughts on it.

“Amwyl…”

The sound of his name drew Amwyl’s attention to Rhysalea’s lips, so close now to his own. He stopped himself from just swallowing his words with another kiss, instead forcing himself to slow down and let Rhysalea adjust. As he watched Rhysalea’s eyes scanned him, pausing each time they found splatters of dried dirt or the wear of travel.

“I think I need a bath,” Amwyl said with a laugh. He let go of Rhysalea and took a step back, giving him some space. He had just run some ten miles to reach the Grove and now that the immediacy of seeing his lover had dulled he realized he must look a bit worse for wear.

“Oh.” Rhysalea stepped after him, and Amwyl thought he heard a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Well, I can draw one up for you. And while you bathe I can make us some dinner —”

“No, no,” Amwyl interrupted, and reached out take Rhysalea’s hand. His previous intention of giving him space was gone already, pushed out by the desire to touch him again. “You can bathe with me. Right, butterscotch?”

The nickname brought a slight glow to Rhysalea’s cheeks that Amwyl was very fond of. He remembered the first time he’d called him that: cooking together, Amwyl’s fingers sticky with melting sugar and butter, Rhysalea leaning against the counter, golden eyes matching the fast cooling sweet sauce on the stovetop.

“Oh, of course I can.”

Rhysalea’s answer brought Amwyl back from his memories. He grinned and tugged at his hand, leading him through the house and towards the bath. He didn’t want to spend a moment away from him now that he was home, not even to bathe. Besides, the tub was more than large enough for the two of them.

When they reached it, Amwyl started to fill it with warm water, throwing in a handful of petals and herbs that Nettle had given him the last time he was home. Soon the scent of roses and hyssop filled the room, and wisps of steam rose above the water.

“All set,” Amwyl said, satisfied with his work. Without hesitation he set aside his weapons and began to strip off layers of clothes. He didn’t stop until he was bare, the dark purple of his skin interlaced with orange standing out in the stark light of the bathroom.

“Want help?” He asked, noticing Rhysalea was still mostly clothed. When he got a confirming nod, Amwyl moved close and helped pull the shirt over his head, exposing his middle. Amwyl let his hands brush over him briefly, lingering along his sides and down towards his thighs. Heat started to build in him as his heart sped up, his body reacting to the growing desire he felt at each piece of clothing Rhysalea shed.

By the time they were both fully nude Amwyl almost wished he’d drawn a cold bath.

There was washing to be done first, though. So he stepped into the tub and held a hand out to help Rhysalea in, and they both settled into the pleasantly warm water. It was instant relief to Amwyl’s sore and much used muscles. He relaxed into the heat, shoulders slumping and body loosening up. Sometimes he was too hard on himself, pushing to the limit without realizing it. Now, sitting with his back against the side of the tub and Rhysalea between his legs, he knew the past bit of travel and fighting had been one of those times.

Amwyl’s eyes shut for a moment, just basking in the comfort. When he opened them Rhysalea had moved closer, his back resting against his chest, foliage tumbling over his shoulders and floating atop the water. He reached around and took the ends of it into his hand, rubbing the soft ferns between his fingers.

“Can I wash your foliage?” he asked, eyes still focused on the golden leaves and the way they shone with drops of water laced throughout.

“Please do.”

Rhysalea’s answer was soft, just like the foliage. Amwyl gathered more of it in his hand and with the other found a vial of scented soap. He lathered it into Rhysalea’s foliage, taking care not to pull or damage any of it. His fingers worked somewhat clumsily, but he went slow to make up for it. He wasn’t known for finesse or dexterity, as much as he tried to use both when holding something so precious.

“It’s so pretty,” he mused. “You know I kept thinking about it when I was gone? I swear I could feel it in my hands when I woke up in the morning. But then it turned out just to be blankets or grass or something. Not that it reminds me of blankets or grass, but you know. Dreams and all.”

“I understand,” Rhysalea answered with a light hearted laugh. “I thought about you, too.”

They spent a while washing up, Rhysalea returning the favor and brushing shampoo through what little foliage Amwyl had. By the time they were both clean he was back to resting with his back against Amwyl, warm and comfortable.

“This is new…”

“Huh?” Amwyl glanced down to where Rhysalea was gently running his fingers near a silver scar above his knee. He frowned a moment, trying to remember where it came from. The image of a group of bandits ambushing his camp near a week ago flashed in his mind and he shrugged. “Oh, yeah. I guess it is.”

Rhysalea’s fingers slid over the scar, the delicate sensation causing Amwyl to shiver.

“Did that hurt?”

“Nope,” he answered honestly. “It felt good.”

He placed his hand over Rhysalea’s and guided it over the mark, then further up his leg. His eyes fluttered shut again, and a soft sigh blew past his lips.

“That feels good, too,” he mumbled, and buried his face in the crook of Rhysalea’s neck. He kissed at the skin there, leaving cool, wet patches as he moved down to his collar.

Rhysalea now moved his hand on his own, massaging the sore muscles of Amwyl’s thighs in a way that left his breath hitching in his chest the longer it went on. He let his own hands roam, sliding up Rhysalea’s waist and then down his hips. Around him the scent of rose filled the air and the rising heat made his head feel pleasantly fuzzy.

“Your skin is so much smoother than mine,” Amwyl said, his words almost lost in Rhysalea’s neck. He stretched to reach his outer thighs, marveling at the flawless expanse. “Theres like, nothing on it.”

Rhysalea’s soft whimper sent a new wave of heat through Amwyl, and he nearly missed what he said next.

“I don’t run off and get scarred…”

“Good,” Amwyl said, easing his hands over Rhysalea’s thighs and up again towards where they met his hips. The water made his movements more fluid, and left a film of dewy moisture along the skin. “Better to kiss this way.”

As if to prove his words, Amwyl gently held onto Rhysalea’s waist and turned him so they were facing each other. He brought his lips to the hollow of his throat, kissing there before working his way down his chest. Under his touch Rhysalea shuddered and another soft, pleased sound escaped him.

“You’re so sensitive,” Amwyl teased, and as he kissed just below Rhysalea’s chest he squeezed playfully at his hips.

“You’re just…very good at this.” Rhysalea’s voice was now broken by frequent heavy breaths, and the more attention Amwyl paid to him the more disruptive they became.

“I do my best for you.”

Amwyl took hold of Rhysalea again and lifted him into his lap, finally raising his lips off his body so he could look into his eyes. Both pairs shone in the now dying sunlight coming in through the windows, gold and brilliant orange to match them both. The glow along their cheeks and down their bodies blended and shone, illuminating the room and water.

“Wow,” Amwyl breathed, nearly reverent. “You’re really gorgeous when you glow like that. I wanna make it even brighter.”

“And…how do you plan on doing that?” Rhysalea asked and wrapped his arms around Amwyl’s shoulders to keep himself steady.

“Hmm, like this —”

Amwyl kept one hand on Rhysalea’s lower back and placed the other at the base of his head, drawing his face close so he could kiss him. The frantic energy from earlier was back now, and he couldn’t help the low moan that vibrated through his lips and into Rhysalea’s. His lips felt so right as they moved against his, hot and soft and melding together in the most pleasant way.

Taking Rhysalea’s lower lip between his, Amwyl sucked a moment before letting it snap back, the sound wet and loud among both their heavy breathing. By now he was fully aroused, his erection settled beneath Rhysalea, still seated in his lap.

Letting go of his head, Amwyl held Rhysalea with both hands and lifted him up again, this time guiding him down until he felt himself slide inside of him, the heat and tightness instant and almost overwhelming. He groaned and buried his face again into Rhysalea’s shoulder at the same time the other sylvari gasped.

A second of silence passed before Amwyl looked up at Rhysalea to gauge how he was faring.

“Good?” he asked, always mindful to be concerned over the state of his lover. He recalled the first time they were together, when he must have made himself sound a broken holorecord for how many times he asked if Rhysalea was okay.

“Y-yes, I’m good.” Rhysalea’s answer was shaky but honest, and Amwyl let the worry leave him in place of more needy, desperate feelings.

“Good,” he reaffirmed, and his grip on Rhysalea’s hips tightened. He guided his movements again, this time adding his own as he moved his hips up to meet him. The motion was steady and sure, each thrust controlled. The muscles of his abs tensed as he pulled Rhysalea closer, and the water shifting between them splashed and swirled.

A moment went by, then two. Amwyl was busy kissing any part of Rhysalea he could, and was rewarded in turn by his lover’s lips on him as well. They lifted soon though, and then Rhysalea was looking at him, glow swelling along his face and ears and chest.

“Mm, can you —“ he said, voice again broken by another soft whimper as Amwyl hit a particularly deep spot. “More? Please?”

The request caught Amwyl by surprise, but it did nothing less than double his desire for more of Rhysalea.

“Hell yeah I can,” he said, a grin back on his face. “But, uh, not in here. Hold on.”

Readjusting his grip so he was holding Rhysalea beneath his thighs, Amwyl lifted him up at the same time as he stood. He made sure to keep himself inside him, hugging him close so not to lose any of the friction and sensation. Carefully he stepped out of the tub and walked them the few feet to the bed, then lowered them both onto it, Rhysalea on his back and Amwyl above him.

“This is way better,” he said as he angled himself a little better and rested a forearm by Rhysalea’s head so as not to put his full weight on him.

Before Rhysalea could comment, Amwyl cut off his words with another deep kiss. The time for small comments was over, and all he wanted was to feel Rhysalea’s body under him and hear the pants and moans that filled the room. Any aches he felt from travel vanished for the time being, and Amwyl put all his focus into the rhythmic motions of thrusting into Rhysalea. He was lost in it soon, and lost in the sensation of Rhysalea’s body and the feel of his foliage brushing his chest and the scent of roses that clung to both of them.

Soon he started to hear the more insistent breathing and higher pitched sounds of Rhysalea’s growing climax. He reached between their bodies, finding his shaft and helping him along with strokes that matched his hip’s movements. He was close, too, and by the time Rhysalea cried out in pleasure Amwyl was too, their orgasms in sync.

Amwyl rode out the pleasure, his body tensing before relaxing all at once. He flopped to the side, careful not to crush Rhysalea but unwilling to fully let him go. He kept an arm draped around him and pulled him to his side, grinning lazily as he kissed the top of his head.

It was a few minutes before he recovered enough to stretch his arms out and sit up. He laid Rhysalea back onto the bed in his place, admiring him again before nodding his head decisively.

“Okay, now I’ll make dinner,” he said.

Rhysalea laughed and idly traced the glow on Amwyl’s sides.

“Where do you get all this energy from?”

“I eat a lot of sugar,” Amwyl answered with a grin, knowing Rhysalea could say the same thing. He stood up then, about to head to the kitchen when he felt a tug at his wrist.

“Wait,” Rhysalea said, and pulled Amwyl back down for a soft, almost chaste kiss in spite of what they’d just finished doing. “I’m happy you’re home.”

“Me too, butterscotch,” Amwyl said, lips feather-light against Rhysalea’s before pulling away. “Now just lay there and rest because I’m gonna need you full of energy again soon.”

#my writing #smut writing #other people's ocs #oc: amwyl #also hey i hope you dont mind the nickname i gave lea from amwyl #it felt cute to me #its been months since ive wrote smut so hopefully its bareable

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faunusrights · 5 years

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTERS 10 + 11

we had a week of peace and now we’re gonna get annihilated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i have no clue how long this liveblog may end up but hell and high water i’m combining them both

she tore the jade pendant from her neck and flung it into the darkness.

let’s give a warm welcome, to sadness,

i’m very excited for all-new cinder content hhhhhhh if u havent gathered by now I Love This Bitch and I Love Her Many Problems so im thankful for this gift 😞

Cinder was a ruin, her pride carved and served like slabs of meat.

i can FEEL diesel n kc rly patting themselves on the back for every bit of wet meat they can toss at me!!!!!!!!!! U HEAR THAT I CAN FEEL U!!!!!!!!!!! but also i still love this shit w/ all my heart!!!!!!!!!! IM NEVER GONNA STOP SAYIN IT

She had never looked at Glynda’s files.

im so sorry cinder baby but that whole thing? is still HILARIOUS oh my GOD i cannot believe you fucked up that badly. u shoved yr entire head into a beartrap. u absolutely crapped yr pants on that one. yr gonna be thinking abt that on yr deathbed,

/looks at the chapter title again

hhhhhhhh im. so pumped. its gonna be hard to talk abt most of this w/o doing a million fingerguns a minute but i’m gonna try my best

Cinder approached the mirror and touched its silvered face with black-tipped claws,

I SAID IM GONNA TRY MY BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She was iron barbs beneath the nail bed, glowing coals underfoot, the singular capacity to do harm. She was a beast, armed with fang and claw and a deep, dark void where her compassion should have laid, and she was dressed for dinner.

HHHHHH god YES THIS IS THE CINDER IM THIRSTY FOR............ i literally cannot say anything that isnt a massive 👈😎👈 but AAAAAAA

like im reading thru this and i cant cherry-pick lines this whole bit? is SO GOOD... kc n diesel are Yet Again obliterating me w/ their mastery of the narrative style of offal hunt and i just love all of this i rly wish i could explain how offal hunt is EXACTLY MY BRAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! F U C K

The final touch on her mastercraft disaster: the four sawed-off horn stumps which grew among her silver-streaked hair.

HOOOO B O I i am. Losin it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER HORNS.......... CINDR...............

Wretchedly, she wondered: did Glynda even respect her now?

any other villain: my plan didnt work and im mad >:( cinder fall: my plan didnt work and now im mad but also mostly sad :(

CINDER’S TRYING HER BEST GOD.......... i literally hate how the remaster has made her So Soft, Actually... I BELIEVE IN U CINDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE U!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YR BEST

Every part of her was hot and hollow. She was sick with loathing.

i LOVE HER.... CINDER I HOPE U KNO THAT YR LOVED... god tho i dont like how SAD I AM RN... cinder’s so small and the world is so big and wants 2 Shit On Her blease

honestly like. im rly- LOOK I SAID THIS BEFORE BUT. this is why im rly lovin the new cinder content because in the first version we only got glimpses of her internal machinations and now we’re in full-blown Always Sad territory and everything is suffering :)

She blinked. Her double did not.

‘well’, thought murphy. ‘that’s terrifying.’

she’d only survived thanks to a keen instinct for danger, cultivated during her tenuous teenage years.

i NEED. I NEED. CINDER BACKSTORY. all these lil nuggets dont constitute a meal! I WANT A BIG MAC AND FRIES. WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS BABY DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also again. the body horror of offal hunt? peak content. Im Lovin It

its getting harder to divine what is and what is not a 👈😎👈 because we got bits sprinkled around and theres only rly a spoiler potential if u glue em all together so im still being extra careful and the answer is blared in everyones faces so this whole kondor scene will go uncommented unless some Bullshit Happens which it will, so,

When she had become so invested in Glynda’s approval? When had a desire to be recognized as something inhuman, something ferocious, something black and terrible and capable of keeping up with Glynda Fucking Goodwitch turned into this?

oh! oh! i have the answer! i do! i know the answer! it’s you a lesbian,

The spectres of her youth haunted this city, owl-eyed children and fox-eared teens. They’d been a second sort of family, the only kind she’d had within these walls, and she’d wondered what had become of them in the past decades, but…

It was too sentimental, and she wasn’t meant to be a creature of sentiment.

oh boy okay wow

okay so actually this bit made me cry??? fuck OFF im losing it!!!!!!!! LET HER BE SENTIMENTAL!!!! LET HER HAVE PPL TO CARE ABT!!!!!!!!!! IM LITERALLY CRYING IM GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!!

She would go barefoot from this point on, her heels clutched at her side. When she left the hotel room to steal into the night, she promised herself not to look back.

im sorry im just. so sad rn. i havent cried over a fic in YEARS and we still have another chapter ago i hate this SO MUCH..............

here comes chapter 11

if i cry even once more im going to stab!!!!!! im not sure what BUT ILL STAB!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even without his wings, the Manticore would easily have been twice the size of any of the other Grimm, far outstripping them in sheer bulk.

HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HATI HATI HATI

holy shit we actually get to see him this time!!!!!!!!!!! WE GET TO SEE THIS LEGENDARY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS CHONCC,

also hes a manticore now which is, Radical, may i just say, and just a little bit sexy,

The effortless grace in each move betrayed power most Grimm would not live to achieve. Once he stood, he had to dip his head low to meet her eye to eye. His canines were the length of her forearm.

if u werent here for the remaster? we never even SAW hati but now hes here, hes Big, and rly thats all that matters,

Like a child who’d been allowed to lie and lie until at last they’d strangled themself in the web they’d spun, Cinder couldn’t speak. Could only wait on his verdict.

every single one of cinder’s inherent themes is killing me and this business w/ family? stop. im dying. this is rude

The scant space between them popped and cracked like an sparking flame, warm and effervescent, and this time, Cinder lingered, hugging Hati close.

IF I CRY ONCE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MEAN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF U ASSHOLES MAKE ME CRY ONCE MORE I WILL DOXX YOU,

aaaaaaaaaaaaaah im loving this content i rly dont have words for it dhjfgsdfgjh i just, rly like the words, and the order theyre in, and i honestly keep forgetting to liveblog it cause i just wanna READ EM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tempting as it was—as it always had been, ever since she’d left the relative safety of the wastes and learned what happened to scraggly-limbed teens with horns and fangs and gleaming eyes—

with every chapter i desperately have 2 kno more abt baby cinder i HAVE to know i am so. UNBEARABLY CURIOUS... baby cinder what happened... what happened 2 u....

A lantern’s glow warmed her, bleeding into the darkness leeching at them both. It was a gentle gold across her skin, and like an answering signal from a distant outpost, Cinder saw a flush of light through the dark fur lining Hati’s throat, as though flames licked at his insides.

i forgot. that cinder glows like that when she feels Loved or full of pride and you know what i dont like these chapters. they were made to hurt me and i Dont Like That (im mclovin it)

From the safety of Hati’s neck, she found it easier—after all this time, he was still her bastion.

WHEN YOU REALISE? THAT YR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?? STOP,

For a regular person, the machine would be able to draw out short bursts of power, the likes of which no Semblance could ever channel. The taxation would eventually destroy the soul so deeply, so thoroughly, as to leave it empty for good.

For a Witch? For—

the fact. she cut herself off before she could think ‘for glynda’. has me on the FLOOR. this bit is just So Much i dont like it

Glynda Goodwitch would not abandon this hunt. Cinder knew it, had read it from her palms like an open book—Glynda Goodwitch did not know how to stop. If it had been anyone else on Remnant, they might never return, might never pull themselves back into action after today—but Glynda did not have a shred of self-preservation.

me, knocking against cinder’s head: u kno for someone w/ so many schemes in yr brain yr pretty dumb and gay, huh,

firstly let’s talk abt cinder’s “””””””””””””””””””self-preservation””””””””””””””””””” instin-- whats that? not found? yes

[Glynda’s] eyes were empty, hungry, insatiable.

i feel like ive read this line before! lets jump back a chapter--

In [Cinder’s] eyes, there was a subtle, endless hunger.

WAKE UP CINDER SHE’S YR SOULMATE!!!!!!!!!!! THE COFFEE’S READY U CAN SMELL THE BACON FROM HERE WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With a fluid leap, they were in the air, the ground quickly shrinking beneath them. Pressing her face against his neck to shield herself from the wind, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for what was to come, trusting Hati to deliver her safely.

that said i ADORE my boy hati is literally the best part of offal hunt kc and diesel do not interact,

He was frozen in horrific anticipation, like watching an imminent tragedy and being absolutely helpless to stop it. Like all the tension was mixed with grief and hopeless, futile fear.

when will offal hunt be nice to me. when will any of these characters get to be happy. hello. im full of sadness.

The sound was like a saw working back and forth, but resonating inside her head, rattling every tooth in her jaw, deafening to her ears.

im literally gritting my teeth at this i can hear it in my own head and its Very Bad!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

okay god i can barely handle to quote anything more this bit is hurting ME so lets swiftly move on before I Die

Cinder closed her weary eyes, sinking into sleep like a shallow grave.

BE NICE TO HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BE NICE TO HER JUST THIS ONCE, PLEASE, IM BEGGING YOU,

They only knew death, only ever sought death; fangs and claws slicked with blood, magic rending meat and marrow apart, and everywhere that choking, scalding heat, spilled blood like magma, like the core of a planet.

hmm... that seems like a 👈😎👈 ~reference~

They were all alert, ears pricked, hackles raised like Hati’s. They all fixed on the same spot, somewhere beyond the darkness of the cave opening, and though she could barely think, she knew:

She was out of time. The Witch was here.

oh no.

okay so THATS CHAPTERS 10 AND 11! i only cried ONCE and u kno what thats. a Victory. these two chapters were VERY GOOD i rly loved em and i can tell new readers r gonna have a blast w/ this shit!!!!!!!!!! meanwhile i, a veteran reader, am full of peril,

terrible.

#rwby #offal hunt #liveblog #in this liveblog murphy ACTUALLY CRIES

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clownsuu · 6 years

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After that night Janitor and Principal talked even more than usual. They talked during school days and when they left the school. Whenever they saw eachother.

They were walking down the street. Just two if them cause sock was at the orpahange again. They were talking and principal just felt like he should tell him why does he like him. “No not yet… we get back at home.” Principal mumbled. “Did you say something?” Janitor looked at principal whos face was red again. “N-no..” He said and faced the ground.

They arrived at the house in silence. They didnt speak a word. “I have to do some paperworks now. Theres some food in the fridge take that.” Principal broke the silence and went to his room. He sat down and started to look trough his papers. He saw something more colourfull than his papers. He took the paper and looked at it. It was a drawing from sock. It had a picture of him and a heart on it. He placed the picture on the table and laid his head on the table hands as his pillow.

He stared at the drawing smiling. The paper fell of the desk when principal sighed. The paper was upside down on the floor and it had sole text on its back. Principal picked it up and read the text. “Ilysm dont work too hard.” He readed it quietly. This was janitors hand writing. He walked out of the room whit the drawing in his hand. He walked over janitor and hugged him. “I love you too.”

This was followed by an awkward silence. Then principal turned aJnitor around and spoke again. “When i first saw you i thought you are cute and wanted to know you bettet.” He looked janitor in eyes and continued. “When you came here i had a chance to know you better and i did it. Then i got real feelings towards you.” He said and his face wasnt so red like usually when he talks whit janitor. “I just felt so weird everytime we talked. It was like i had butterflies in my stomach.” “When we were close in the closet, i felt warm and wanted to be like that with you forever. When you kissed me i felt like i finally have a place in thsi world. Like i was a real person not just a shadow on the wall.”

His face was still red and warm. Janitor looked at him whit a little smile on his face. Janitor put his hand on his cheek and kissed him. They stand there for like 10 minutes or something.

“Okayokayokayokay.. say it one more time” Baldi said and looked confused. “Me and jani are dating and live together cause he doesnt have a home..” principal said slowly and carefully. “Do you have a problem whit it?” he continued and lookee at baldi. “No of course not it just.. was a big suprise..” Baldi said whit a little laughter. “Well congrats!” he continued smiling and gave princi a pat on his back. “Also if i see you two kissing in the middle of the schoolday.. you will regret it..” he said still smiling and looking at principal. “O-okay got it..” princi said bit nervous and left Baldis office.

“So where we going after the day..” Princi said lenaing against wall. “You’ll see then..” Janitor said smirking. “A restaurant?” Princi said curious and got closer to Janitor. “I told you, you’ll see..” he said and they were about to kiss when Baldi just appeared next to them whit his ruler. “What did i say about kissing princi..” he said smiling and stared princi creepily. Jani and princi let go of eachother and princi was red again like always. “Thats what i thought of” Baldi said and walked away. After baldi left jani gave princi a quick smooch on his forehead. “It will be fun i promise..” Jani said softly and left the hallway heading to his closet.

Princi was walking alone towards his home. He was walking alone cause jani had to stay at the school for a cleaning some stuff. As princi arrived at his house he felt weird. “This fucking thing again..” he mumbled and opened the door. Princi took off his coat and sat on the couch. He was really tired and just in a minute he was laying on the couch and sleeping. He was seeing a nightmare. “No i dont wanna lose you.. please sont die..” he mumbled in his sleeo and some tears were rolling down on his cheek. He was shivering and suddenly fell off the couch waking up to that. “Pl- OH FUCK!” He sweared and was laying on the floor holding his head. He hitted his head ln the coffee table. “Fucking fuck fuck..” he mumbled and stood up. Princis forehead had a little bleeding scratch that wasnt big so he just left it to be there.

Jani opened the door quickly and made princi drop his coffee. “Oh- FUCK” Princi shouted as he dropped his coffee on ground. “Oh its only you..” he sighed and kneeled down on the floor to pick up the pieces of his mug. “Whoops did i scare you..” Jani laughed and took his coat off. “Yes..” Princi said and carried the mug pieces in the trash. “So where we going..” Princi said and walked over to Jani. “To get somr chinese and then comeback to netflix and chill..” Jani smirked. Princi took the closest pillow and smacked it on Janis head. “You idiot..” he snickered and kissed Jani.

Janitor noticed the little scratch on Princis fore head and holded his face. “What did you do or who hurted you?” he said quickly and stared at the small scratch. “I fell off the couch and hitted my head on the tabel..” he said slowly and grabbed on Janitors hands taking them off of his face. “Dont worry im fine..” he said smiling and kissed Janitor again. Janitor anserwed the kiss and again they stood for a while there kissing eachother.

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After they stopped they decided not to go to the fucking date and just stay home and have some fun :))

fucking shoot my legs already the next chapter gonna be fucking lit

its bad i know hnn

#jusg some spelling mISTAKES #SFBFBFENKJEFVNKJEFVN EF RNRGN IUGRINFU #NERVOUS LAUGHING #THIS BETTER BE SAFE FOR THIS BLOG-#submission

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ragehappysecretsanta · 6 years

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The Not-So-Easy Road to Parenthood

Author: http://boulevard-of-broken-yeets.tumblr.com

Recipient: http://canadiantardis.tumblr.com

Summary: Being in a six-way polyamorous relationship has its ups and downs, and who knew that adopting a kid would be the bumpiest ride of them all?

Warnings: n/a

WordCount: 3,402

“I’m just saying, maybe we should think about this more?” Jack asked one of her partners, “I mean, we had to pull teeth just to get married. Should we go straight into getting a kid so soon?”

“Jack, I know you mean well, but shut the hell up,” Geoff chuckled, slicing a cucumber and putting it in a pot. “We all agreed that we wanted to adopt a kid. You don’t have to worry, we’ll figure it all out.”

“I just worry, Geoff. What with our... pasts...” She trailed off.

“Hey, we left Los Santos years ago. We’re in an entirely different country; no one from our past is going to come for us. We’re safe.”

“I don’t know, Geoff. There’s just a lot of uncertainty.”

“I swear on my life that things will work out. Have I ever led you astray before?”

“How long do you want to sit here?” Jack joked. Geoff turned and playfully glared at her.

“Watch it, Pattillo. I used to be the leader of the strongest crew in Los Santos.” He smirked at her, and she rolled her eyes back at him.

“And it was me who saved your ass on many occasions.”

“Really? I don’t recall.”

“Do you need me to make a list? I don’t think there’s enough paper in the world for that.”

“Shut up and help me peel these potatoes.”

Jack laughed and walked over to her husband, helping him with dinner.

It had been 5 years since they lived as the Fake AH Crew, 5 years since they faked their own deaths and moved to France. Jack, Geoff, Ryan, Michael, Jeremy, and Gavin all managed to fall in love during their time together, and they wanted out of the gang life so that they could live long, happy lives with each other. Geoff spent years using his connections to get them all legally married, and now they were moving on to the next step: adopting a kid.

“When are Ryan and the lads getting back from the store?” Geoff asked just as the door to their cottage opened. The four men came inside, holding an ungodly amount of bags.

“Sorry we’re late, Jeremy here got sidetracked at a pet store, and We had to stop him from adopting two of the cats.” Ryan chuckled.

“They were so cute! Can you blame me?”

“You know Gav’s allergic to cats, Jer. Wouldn’t have worked out.” Jack laughed, rushing over and grabbing some of the bags and helping to put things away.

“As soon as I find a good sphinx cat, that shit is mine. I’m getting a god damn cat, especially since we’re getting a kid. They gotta have something to play with.”

“Did we decide if we were going to adopt locally or go back to the states?” Michael asked.

“Actually,” Geoff started, “I was thinking that we could go adopt a kid from Los Santos.”

Everyone stared at him in silence, all with varying expressions on their faces. It was Jack who spoke up first.

“Geoff, adopting from Los Santos may be the most dangerous thing we could possibly do. According to almost anyone there, we’re dead.”

“Exactly, which is why we won’t be going as ourselves.” Geoff explained. “I’ve pulled some strings at the orphanage in Los Santos, and we’ll be able to safely go and get our new little one. They don’t know it’s actually us, but I... requested that this be on the down low. Money buys a lot of things, you know.”

“So, we’ll be disguised?” Gavin asked. Geoff nodded.

“Disguised in every sense of the word, other than physically. We won’t be there for more than two days; I figured that would be enough time to find a kid. We’re booked at a hotel about an hour from the city, so don’t worry about that.”

“So when are we leaving?” Jeremy asked.

“Tomorrow morning.”

—

“I have a horrible feeling about this, honey.” Jack muttered into Geoff’s ear as they all piled into a rental car.

“Relax, Jackie. It’s going to be fine. You know where the orphanage is, Haywood?”

“Yep, should be there in about 15 minutes.” Ryan responded. Geoff nodded and grabbed Jacks hand.

“I know you’re worried for our safety, Jack, and I understand. But please know that I took every precaution known to man to ensure that we all leave safely with our new son or daughter. Nothing is going to happen.”

They all sat in silence the rest of the way, all of them praying to every deity known to mankind that Geoff didn’t just jinx them. As they pulled up to the orphanage, Jack immediately recognized the area and harshly slapped Geoff on the arm.

“Geoff! This is like 2 blocks from the penthouse!” She cried out. Jeremy, Michael, Gavin, and Ryan all looked around in alarm. It was true; they could see their old home from where they were parked.

“Listen, it’s fine. Nothing is going to go wrong. Now, let’s all quickly but calmly walk into the orphanage and get our new kid, and then we’re getting the fuck out of here.”

They all did as Geoff said, and rushed into the orphanage. They were decently shocked at who they saw when they walked in.

“Mica?!” Jack yelped, rushing up and giving her a hug.

“Holy shit, you’re back! You’re actually back!” Mica said excitedly, returning the hug.

“Just for a few days at most, Mica.” Geoff clarified. “Also, why do you work at an orphanage?”

“Hey, we gotta make a living somehow since you guys ‘died’.” She stated, putting quotation marks around the died. “Holy shit, Kdin! get in here!” She called out.

“What have I told you about cursing in front of the little ones?” Kdin scolded as she walked into the room. She widened her eyes and ran straight for Jack. “You’re back!”

“Hey, Kdin, how are you?” Jack giggled, hugging her friend tightly. After around 15 minutes of Kdin and Mica asking every possible question known to mankind, Geoff finally got everyone talking about why they were there.

“We want to adopt a kid, and I thought that if we could save even one kid from this shithole, we should.” He explained. Mica clapped happily.

“Of course! Come on in and meet the little ones! Oh, Geoff, theres a little girl that you’ll just love...”

The fakes wondered around the large home, meeting each and every kid they could. Jack, not surprisingly, bonded easily with the little ones. She played with as many as she could as she made her way through the house. Michael and Gavin bonded easily with a specific kid who had an affinity for fighting anyone in his line of sight (Gavin would never admit it, but the kid had a pretty good hit). Ryan and Jeremy stood awkwardly to the side, watching kids run around them. Neither of them really knew what to do. One kid, a little girl, walked up to Jeremy.

“You’re short.” She pointed out. Jeremy grumbled in response. The kid shrugged her shoulders and ran away, chasing after her friend.

Mica led Geoff upstairs to the nursery, where there were three infants, all asleep.

“Their parents left them on our doorstep. Issac and Jamie had notes, but this little one didn’t.” Mica said sadly, bringing Geoff to the small crib. The child was probably only a few weeks old at most, maybe a month, but she looked pretty healthy for her small size.

“What’s her name?”

“Erica.” A voice said from behind them. Geoff turned to see a little boy, around 9 or 10 years old.

“Erica?” Mica asked, perplexed. “How do you know her name is Erica? I’m not even too sure we gave her a name yet...”

“Because that’s what she smiles at when I play with her.” The boy said quietly. Geoff turned and squatted down to get on eye level with the boy.

“Hey, I’m Geoff. What’s you’re name?” He asked, giving the boy a warm smile.

“I’m Sean. Are you gonna adopt Erica? ‘Cause if you are, you gotta know all the things she likes, and I’m the only person who knows what those are.” Sean told him. Geoff sat down on the floor, confusing Mica a bit.

“Well, what does she like?” Geoff asked. Sean looked shocked, like he wasn’t actually expecting to be asked.

Sean told him all the little things that Erica liked, such as toys and funny faces. Mica quickly left the room to get the others so that they all could meet Sean, already seeing a bond forming.

“Wow, you got a huge family. Erica is gonna love it. She loves bein’ with people.” Sean told them with wide eyes as the Fakes all piled into the room. “I’m Sean, by the way. You guys better be nice to Erica, ‘cause she’s the only family I got, ‘ven if we aren’t really brother and sister.”

“What do you like to do, Sean?” Jack asked him kindly. Sean looked taken aback.

“Oh, uh, I really like to draw things. Sometimes Ms. Kdin’ll sneak me some drawin’ stuff so that the other kids won’t mess with it.”

“You like any video games?” Michael asked him.

“I’ve don’t really get to play ‘em myself, but when I was on the streets I’d see some people in the arcade playin different things. One time, someone had a game with a guy in a green dress on it, and I really liked that one.”

“Legend of Zelda?” Michael perked up a bit. Sean nodded.

“Yeah! I wanna play it myself someday, it looked like a lot of fun”

“Hey Sean, why don’t you go get some of your art to show us, hm? I’d love to see it.” Geoff asked. Sean nodded excitedly and ran out to get his drawings. “Alright, so I think Sean and Erica are our kids.”

“Geoff, we’ve been here for 10 minutes-“ Jack started, but Geoff interrupted her.

“I know, but you guys have to have felt the connection. That is the sweetest little boy, and Erica is the sweetest little girl. We can’t take one without the other, because that would just be cruel. I really think Sean and Erica are our kids.”

“I agree.” Michael spoke up. “Sean’s got a fire in him. He’d be perfect for us.”

“I like the kid. I think he likes us, too. I say we go for it.” Jeremy added. Ryan and Gavin nodded in agreement. They all then turned their attention to Jack.

“Well?” Geoff asked, hopeful. It didn’t take long for Jack to respond.

“I guess we have two kids to adopt, then.” She smiled.

“Why don’t some of you take Sean out, get him a burger or something? He doesn’t get to leave here much, and I’m sure he’d love to see some of the city.”

Jack was just about to protest before Ryan spoke up. “I’ll take the kid. No one in this city has ever seen my face and lived to tell the tale, so there’s no way I’ll be recognized.”

“You sure?” Jack asked hesitantly. Ryan nodded in response, and soon found himself holding the kids hand as they walked around the city, looking for something to do.

“Y’know, it’s pretty mean to take me out like this without adopting me.” Sean said as they were walking into an ice cream shop. Ryan looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh? How so?” He questioned, curious.

“You’re just gonna give me hope before pickin’ someone else. It’s happened before.” Sean mumbled, walking up to the counter. “What am I allowed to get?”

“Anything you want, kid.” Ryan responded. Sean turned and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Really? Usually the people who take me out only let me get the borin’ stuff. Thank you Mr. Ryan!” Sean said brightly. Ryan simply smiled as the boy ordered, but his smile soon fell as he heard a familier voice in the shop.

“No, you moron, they’re dead. Of course they aren’t in the city.” Burnie Burn’s voice rang clear as day. Ryan stiffened, but didn’t dare look around.

“I got a sundae!” Sean cheered.

“Nice choice. Why don’t we head on back now? It is starting to get late...” Ryan trailed off, not even waiting to hear a response. He felt bad hearing Sean’s sad groans of protest, but he kept them moving. If someone saw them, they needed to leave. Quickly.

“Ryan, you were gon for like 20 minutes. What’s the problem?” Geoff asked as the two came back inside the building.

“Someone saw us. I heard Burns while we were getting ice cream; he doesn’t believe we’re alive, but someone did see us. We need to leave tonight.” Ryan said quietly, though loud enough so both Mica and Geoff could hear. Mica nodded and immediately turned her attention to Sean.

“Go pack up your things, Sean, you and Erica are going home today.” She smiled at Sean’s wide eyes.

“You... you don’t mean...” He trailed off, looking at Geoff with hopeful eyes, who smiled back at him.

“You’re coming home with us.” She said gently, full of love. Sean all hit squealed as he rushed upstairs to pack, ready to move in with his new family.

After a bit of rushing and hasty goodbyes, the former-fakes found themselves on a plane again, getting the hell away from Los Santos, with two extra passengers.

“I ain’t ever been on a plane before.” Sean said excitedly to Jack, who was sat next to him. “We’re so high up!”

“You really are the perfect kid for us. How’d we get so lucky?” Jack thought out loud, causing Sean to blush. He turned around to look at Jeremy, who had headphones in. Sean snapped to get his attention, and Jeremy looked up.

“So where’re we goin’ anyway?” He asked. Jeremy popped his headphones out.

“France, little guy. The six of us have a nice house on the countryside.”

“France? Where’s that?” Sean asked.

“Europe. It’s across the whole ocean; i’ll be sure to point it out to you once we get to the ocean.” Jeremy smiled and Sean smiled back. He then turned around, announced very loudly that he was going to the bathroom, and walked away as those around him chuckled.

“He really is a good kid.” Geoff murmured, holding Erica close to his chest. She wouldn’t stop crying unless he held her, and he was more than happy to oblige.

“You you think he understands that he has 5 dads and a mom now?” Michael asked.

“Probably not. We an explain it once we get back.” Jack responded.

“What’s he gonna call all of us?” Gavin questioned. Everyone looked at him.

“What?” Ryan said, tilting his head in confusion.

“Well, he’s got 5 dads and a mom. Who’s going to be dad, papa, that shit.”

“I... I honestly never thought of that.” Jack admitted. “I guess I really wouldn’t, since I’m the only mom.”

“Well I’m obviously dad.” Geoff announced.

“Well why do you get to be dad?” Ryan asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I’m the leader! Who else would be dad?”

“I have spent the most time with him so far...” Ryan mumbled.

“I connected with him by talkin’ about video games.” Michael pointed out.

The five of them quietly argued about that for a few minutes before they saw Sean returning. They didn’t want to have that conversation with him before returning home, so they all shut up about it.

Sean was more than excited to see the ocean, and then a whole new continent while he was on the plane. The 6 of them soon found themselves back in familier territory, and we’re more than happy to show it off to Sean and Erica.

“Welcome to your new home, little ones!” Jeremy cheered, swinging the door to their cottage open.

“Woah.” Sean said quietly, his eyes full of awe.

“You like it, little guy?” Ryan asked, ruffling his hair. Sean nodded.

“I do! It’s so big! Can I see my room?”

“Sure can! Michael, why don’t you and Gav show him his new room while we all make dinner?” Geoff asked. Michael nodded, and he and Gavin both picked up Sean, the three of them giggling wildly as the sprinted upstairs.

“He really is going to fit in here, isn’t he?” Ryan chuckled, bringing in the last of the bags.

“If he isn’t too weirded out by having 6 parents, he will.” Jack said nervously.

“Jackie, it’ll be okay. He’s a good kid. He’ll understand. Now, let’s make some lasagne; Mica said that’s his favorite.”

Meanwhile, Sean was ecstatic to find that his room was full of different video game things, all centered around The Legend if Zelda. There were Zelda posters, a Link bedset, and the walls were painted a nice green.

“How’d you manage to pull this off?!” Sean squealed in delight.

“We made some calls before leaving and had this all done before we arrived. You like it?” Gavin asked, smiled at the small kid.

“I love it! This is so cool!”

“Oh, just you wait, Seanie Boy. Let’s go to the best room in the whole house.” Michael smirked as he sprinted out of the room, hearing Sean and Gavin laugh as they chased after him. He came to a sudden stop, and Sean barreled into his legs at full speed, causing him to fall.

“Oh, sorry, Mikey!” Sean giggled. Michael felt his heart warm at the name.

“This,” Michael started as he got up, “is the game room.” He opened the door, and Sean’s mouth dropped.

“It’s like an arcade in here!” He squealed in delight.

“Once we finish dinner and everything, we can come play some games. You can start playing Legend of Zelda.” Michael told him.

“Are you two gonna play with me?” Sean asked. “I really want you guys to play with me, you’re fun!”

“Of course, we’d love to.” Gavin answered, smiling. Michael nodded in agreement.

The three of them hung out for awhile before dinner was ready. After they all ate, the 8 of them sat down in the living room.

“Okay, Sean, we need to talk to you about something.” Jack started.

“You wanted to tell me about how the 6 of you are dating or married or something and that you’re all my parents?” Sean stated bluntly. Jack nearly fell off of the couch.

“How’d you know?” She squeaked.

“You guys are really loud; I heard ya all the way from the bathroom on the plane! You got quieter after a bit, but I get that you guys are all my parents. I think it’s cool! I went from no parents to 6. How many people get that lucky?”

“Did you also hear us... arguing...” Geoff trailed off, and Sean rolled his eyes.

“About what to call you guys? Yeah, and you guys really overthink things, you know that? I already know what to call all of you, if you’ll let me...” He trailed off.

“You can call us whatever you’d like. It can be a variation on dad, or it can be our names. Whatever is most comfortable for you.” Geoff said quickly.

“Well, Jack’s either momma or Jackie, because both fit her really well.” Sean started, causing Jack to blush. “Michael’s Mikey, Gavin’s Gavvy, and Jeremy is JJ. Ryan, you’re papa, and Geoff, you’re dad.” Sean finished. “It just feels the most natural.”

“Oh come here, you little rascal!” Geoff said happily, picking up Sean and spinning him around as they both laughed. “I’m dad! I’m dad!”

“Mikey is the best name, I coulda never thought of that.” Michael smiled.

“Gavvy is so cute!” Gavin told him.

“So’s JJ.” Jeremy added.

Sean let out a big yawn as they continued talked, signaling his jet lag.

“Ready for bed, Sean?” Jack asked gently. Sean simply nodded in response, his eyes closed and already falling asleep. She picked him up and took him to his room, tucking him in to bed and planting a light kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight, Sean. We’ll see you in e morning.” She said quietly.

“Goodnight, Jackie. Thank you for bringing me and Erica into the bestest family in the entire world. I think things are gonna be really great from now on.”

Jack, as well as the others, couldn’t have agreed more.

#Ragehappy #AH OT6 #boulevardofbrokenyeets #canadiantardis #rhss17

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you know. sometimes i love something a lot so i need to scream about the things that piss me off about it. i don’t think this is a particularly negative post but it’s just like sheer frustration and if you dont get some satisfaction from articulating your frustration into tumbler dot coms longposts and destroying the capital of this website because you are not a gemini sun then like fair i guess feel free to disregard this. tonbokiris kiwame is cool go look at that.

now to the lukewarm tea ive been simmering for five years. the one thing i always think about all the time is that tkrb is a popular game despite itself. the piss poor gameplay with only the barest of bare QoL in the five years its been up, the seeming complete lack of direction and the frankly nonexistent worldbuilding is held up purely because of its attention to detail and reverence to the original culture and history of the swords combined with some very good character design and subtle but nuanced character writing that can be openly interpreted. just enough flavour to imply something larger but chickening out on actually making anything y’know. concrete. basically allowing the fans to draw their own conclusions. but even then a game like that would not survive cause there have been countless, hundreds of games with high quality and fervent attention to detail and respect for the source material that just died completely because they have such little to actually offer in terms of engagement. i think the main thing that bugs me about tkrb is that it has one of THE most creative, dedicated and strong fanbases of this genre of game who go out of their way to engage with any and all of the content and the devs seem kind of oblivious to this.

in comparison to modern gacha style games, touken ranbu releases barely any new content and frequently recycles content but somehow it’s still relatively popular with approx. 1mil active players daily but the maddening thing is that tkrb can reach much MUCH further. the fans are there, the curiosity is there, it’s just the game content is not fucking there. it does not put the effort into commissioning seasonal art, pushing new events with actual plotline/story content, creating promotional materials, tie-ins etc. but somehow its still in the top 5 comiket circles for nearly five fuckin years straight. here are your badley compiled receipts: c89(w2015), c90(s2016), c91(w2016), c92(s2017), c93(w2017), c94(s2018), c95(w2018), c96(s2019)

it can launch itself from laughably low in the appstore ratings, hovering in the middle of the 200′s to TOP 30s in the appstore at the flick of a switch. what is this magic button that fucking quadruples revenue and skyrockets your app into the top 50 grossing apps? 3/4 of your characters getting static CGs that you cannot use at all anywhere in the game but will do a powerpoint transition and appear for 5 seconds at login. oh and like a few free mats i guess. and i kid you not it fuckin worked.

wanna know why that worked? it’s cause otherwise characters, especially fan favourites just don’t get anything at all. it’s like most characters outside of the very popular ones rarely get new art, new recollections, new anything outside of their kiwame upgrade which is more often than not years down the line and only recently, four years in, they decided to add alternate costumes but even then there’s a catch which has me feeling some kind of way.

and yes, i fully understand that tkrb is a multi-media franchise, i get that it’s got its fingers in so many pies like the stageplay, musicals, various manga anthologies, the animes, hell its even got live action but man, would it hurt to give some love in game? i’m not asking them to go full fgo route and commission the industry creme de la creme to make 6 full CE illustrations, lots of promo art and tonnes of new merch every single month. but the fact is for such a big franchise, reusing the same sprite art on nearly every piece of official merch, going so far as to add NEW costume art which is just the heads of the old default sprites edited onto new bodies? it screams cost cutting, it screams lazy, the path of minimum effort. it’s almost like the game itself and the original materials are an absolute afterthought at this point with only the most dedicated hanging on to it. i guarantee that the majority of people still playing tkrb are the committed day1 players and the actual rekijou cause it’s just painfully offputting to new fans, with other fans even going out of their way to specify the game is not integral to enjoying the series which sucks, but it’s true.

its a real damn shame to think that something you are so invested in is not particularly invested in itself. sometimes, just sometimes i wish they dev team for tkrb was more hands-on, more adventurous, more willing to listen to players, invest in the game and genuinely try and make the game the best it can be. i’m not asking for balls to the wall summer events, beautiful animated CMs from the likes of the industries best animators, i’m not asking for pages of supplemental lore compiled into books, character backstory novels or whatever i’m just asking for the lore and the characters that we love to sometimes occasionally be remembered in the actual game outside of like ... the two years between their kiwame and the vague possibility of a recollection. i want to feel like this game puts as much effort into itself as the fans do towards it.

it’s a painful truth but there’s one shining light which is that the fandom for tkrb is genuinely one of the most committed and transformative ones ive ever seen. i have never been involved with a fandom that varies so widely and puts in so much effort for these characters and this world. tkrb exists solely as a popular franchise due to the sheer legwork of the fans carrying it on their backs collaboratively. ultimately, tkrb is very very lore-light, there’s so much thats missing and the characters in-game rarely rarely interact with each other. the characters are contained solely in however many voice lines they get at implementation, their kiwame letters, and their updates kiwame lines and the only interaction they get with other swords is recollections or depending on the sword, the odd custom sparring lines.

but despite that there has been so much fan effort to explore everything in so many different varied ways, and amazingly there are certain tropes, relationships, lore etc. that have started off fanon and become canon. the fan community, especially the fanartists, doujins, writers, animators etc. being given a small indulgence by the anime is one of my favourite things about tkrbs relationship with its fanbase. that’s not to say that the fans dont give back in kind a hundred fold.

there’s so much i love about tkrb fans going out of their way to go SEE historical swords in japan, single-handedly reforging swords using crowdfunding and revitalising lots of small-town tourism having real world impact. shit makes me unbelievably happy. the stage plays and musicals are always met with warm reception and are always well attended and even though its hard to access, there are lots of western fans who have dived into a whole new MEDIUM that most of us arent really familiar with but out of their love for tkrb theyve done that. they have hosted the musical as far out as india and france, making tkrb a truly worldwide franchise and there theyve met full seats! as far out as india! then theres the fantranslators, who always have the drive the commitment and energy for the thankless work, the wiki always always is well maintained and they have new content up so fast, and there are so many people willing to help you out. even when crunchyr*ll got hanamaru s2 (i think) a week late and we were left without subs for the premier episode for a whole ass week, fantranslators who had never subbed before stepped up to translate a whole episode for FREE, encoding, subbing and timing it all despite never having done so just so others could understand the episode faster than cr*nchy themselves could. even, as well, it’s made so many history nerds out of a whole bunch of people, it’s created an appreciation for nihontou and japanese history that would otherwise probably never be in their orbit because of how inaccessible it is, especially in english. even on a personal note, i started learning japanese primarily so i could understand tkrb and the history behind it better and to read jp fanart/interact with fanartists.

no matter what, i am forever warmed by how much i love tkrb and its fanbase and im glad that tkrb is still going strong, even despite itself sometimes and i hope that moving on tkrb tries new things, and becomes better for everyone.

#rentxt #i started off grouchy but now my heart is warm #thats just how touken ranbu works babey #you know sometimes i think about how tkrb fans reforged hotarumaru and i get teared up

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