#wonder egg headers

[beneathstarryskies]

I get off on you getting off on me

Header by @actuallysaiyan

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: cucking (Satoru is the cuck), creampie, jerking off, oral sex, fem!reader, degradation, hints of NanaGo

Inspired by this Kento x Reader x Hiromi by @actuallysaiyan

Everyone knows you’re the apple of Satoru’s six eyes. He adores everything about you, and if neither of you is on a mission then chances are he’s clinging to you or following you around like a lost puppy…Or he’s got you locked away in his apartment, trapped underneath him while he grunts, “Just one more time, I promise.”

 He’s so clingy and possessive, that you would never imagine a scenario where he’d allow anyone else close to you intimately. Not that Satoru is jealous. No, he doesn’t get angry when he sees you chatting with Kusakabe or even when you go out for coffee with Ijichi. He won’t ever stop you from enjoying those things, but he makes sure he finds a way to remind everyone once more that you’re his. Whether it be sending you a large bouquet or showing off a little PDA. 

So when he asked one morning, “Would you fuck Nanami?” you nearly spit your morning coffee out all over the table. He’d asked as casually as if he was asking about the weather. 

“Satoru!” You gasped after barely managing to keep from choking. Your face heats up so much you’re pretty sure you could fry an egg on your cheeks. 

“It’s just a question,” he shrugs. “Would you fuck Nanami?” 

“I’m not even going to answer that,” you stand up from the kitchen table. You kiss the top of his head as you walk around to the sink to rinse out your cup and breakfast plate. 

“Why not?” Satoru stands up to follow you. He wraps his arms around your waist and lays his head on your shoulder. His crystal blue eyes are wide, his eyelashes framing his gaze in a way that’s all too beautiful to ignore or resist. 

“Because it’s a dumb question,” you chuckle. Nanami is a complete professional. Even if you do catch yourself admiring the way he fills out his suits from time to time and wondering what he looks like underneath all those layers. 

Once on a mission with him, you’d been injured. Nanami had draped his jacket around your shoulders and carried you to safety. He’d been so kind and gentle with you, whispering comforting words as he’d tended your wounds. The way he’d calmly whispered, “I know, I know. It hurts,” when you’d winced while he banaged you up had lived in your mind for weeks after, making it so you flushed everytime you saw him for weeks after. 

Would you fuck Nanami? Hell yes. Anyone in their right mind would. Are you going to admit that to your mischevious boyfriend who holds your whole heart even if he is an absolute menace? No. No good can come from entertaining Satoru’s whimsies. 

“I would,” Satoru admits. “But what I’d really like…Is to watch him fuck you.” 

“Satoru Gojo, have you lost your mind?”

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he chuckles. 

“Shut up,” you pout. You push his hands away in an attempt to escape. 

Satoru follows you through the apartment, stretching himself across the bed as you pretend to be very focused on getting ready for the day. 

“You don’t have to answer just yet. Just think about it.” 

“I’m not going to!” 

But you did. 

Once the idea had been planted on your mind, it took root with ease. Trying to fill out reports and attend faculty meetings had turned into a battle with your own dignity. Sitting across the table from Nanami while he talked about something mundane related to training with Itadori, meanwhile, you can’t stop thinking about being bent over while he pounds into you and then looking up to see Gojo watching with hungry eyes. You try to imagine the sounds he would make. Does he moan? Does he growl? Or maybe…he whines? You think about his big hands on your hips, pulling you in—

“—are you listening?” The annoyance is clear in Nanami’s voice as he pulls you from your thoughts. His lips are pulled into a tight frown. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Sorry, Nanami, my mind is just wandering.” 

“Hm, I see,” he sips his coffee. 

“Oh! Hi! If it isn’t my two favorite sorcerers in the same room,” an all too cheerful voice echoes through the teacher’s lounge. You groan as Satoru plops down on the sofa next to you, draping his arm over your shoulder. 

“Don’t you have students to tend to?” Nanami asks him, a strange tone clipping his words and you can barely tell he’s looking at the way Satoru is touching you. 

“Of course, but I just wanted to take a break,” Satoru lounges next to you. “You know what we haven’t done in a while?” 

“What?” You ask, praying to break the tension. 

“We haven’t all gone out for dinner in so long,” Satoru smirks. “What do you think, Nanami?” 

“Dinner would be nice,” he agrees. You feel like you could combust just from the idea of continuing to share the same air as both of these men, outside of the confines of work. 

“We should go out! Maybe…Tonight?” 

“Tonight’s no good!” You blurt out. 

“Oh? Do we have plans?” Satoru asks. You sink deeper into your seat as you search for a suitable lie. 

Nanami leans forward, his brows deeply furrowed and his lips in a tight frown. His eyes move from you to Satoru inquisitively. “You’ve already talked to her, didn’t you?” 

“I might have dropped hints,” Satoru shrugs. 

You feel like your mind is momentarily stunted, and then you remember the conversation you and Satoru had shared in the morning. It’s difficult to imagine Nanami being in on such a mischievous thing, but the way he’s looking at you…

“I thought we’d agreed to have a conversation about it later, at dinner,” Nanami scowls. 

They had planned this, without you. Your mind bounces between anger and curiosity. Who had mentioned it first? How did it get brought up? But then one startlingly delicious thought blocks out all others: Nanami wants to fuck you. 

“I want to try,” you say, hiding your shy face behind your sweaty palms. You feel warm, calloused hands on your wrists, lowering your hands from your face. It’s Kento who has moved them, now so close you could kiss him. 

“You need to be sure,” he says softly. 

“I’m sure,” you insist. “But maybe…Promise not to plan things behind my back again?” 

“I promise,” Kento says without hesitation. 

You look at Satoru, who is whistling while looking away from you. You nudge him in the side and he acts as though he hadn’t heard you. 

“Satoru,” you narrow your eyes.

“Alright! Alright! I promise!”

** 

It’s difficult to contain your excitement throughout dinner. Satoru had advised you to follow his lead if you feel too nervous. That’s what you were prepared to do: let Satoru guide things along. After dinner, you were trying to keep your cool while cleaning up. You’re standing at the sink washing the dishes when you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. 

“I can’t wait any longer,” Kento says against your ear before placing a kiss on your temple. His eager hands grip at your dress, bunching it up at the waist. He pulls you against him, and you can feel his length pushing against your ass through his neatly pressed pants. 

“I-I just need to clean up.” 

“The dishes will still be here in the morning. I’ll help you then.” He turns you around and kiss you heatedly. It’s like in that moment all of his pent up desire begins to seep out of him into this kiss. You’re both flushed when he pulls away. 

You gasp, “Satoru—”

“—is waiting in the bedroom.” 

Kento lifts you bridal style and carries you from the kitchen to the bedroom. Satoru has changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and is seated on the bed against the headboard. Already he’s palming at himself, making the outline of his cock prominent. 

“Don’t get yourself too worked up, Satoru,” Kento chuckles. “We haven’t gotten started yet.” 

Kento sits you down on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of you. His hands are gentle as he takes off your shoes and sets them aside. He caresses your stocking-covered legs before reaching your thighs, almost grabbing the clasps to your garter, but he pauses. 

“If you want me to stop at any point, just tell me. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, I’ll stop.” 

You nod your agreement, then he pops the clasps off your stocks and rolls each one down your leg with pristine care. You bite your lip when he leans in to press his mouth to your thigh. It’s a mix between a bite and a sloppy kiss on your skin. 

Satoru leans up to watch what’s happening, his eyes focused intently. His mouth hangs slightly open as his fingers twitch with the need to rub his cock again.

“You’re beautiful,” Nanami whispers. He finally stands up and begins unbuttoning his shirt. 

Your hands are trembling when you reach out to touch him, helping him untuck his shirt from his slacks. He gasps when you start for his belt. He runs his hand through your hair, brown eyes fixed on your face while you open his pants. You push them down to his knees and he does the rest of the work to kick them off before his boxers join the pile of clothes forming on the floor. 

“Shit,” you whisper while taking in the sight of his hard cock, already leaking precum from the red tip. You grip his length gently and begin stroking his cock. 

“Fuck, are you gonna suck his cock, baby?” Satoru asks eagerly. Before you can answer Kento is shooting a stern look. 

“Not a word from you, Satoru.” 

You smirk at his words. It’s not often someone speaks to Satoru in such a way. You can almost imagine him pouting against the headboard, but you choose to keep your attention on Kento for now. You drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, drawing out a deep moan from his lips. 

He caresses your cheek lovingly, “Good girl.” 

His praise spurs you on to take his cock in your mouth, just the tip at first. You kiss and lick the weeping head before pushing your head lower, managing to make it halfway before he proves too much. 

“Don’t push yourself too much,” he says as he guides you off his cock. He leans down to kiss you while reaching behind you for the zipper of your dress. You have to stand up for him to pull it off your head, then he guides you to lay down beside Satoru. 

“You’re a lucky man, Satoru,” Kento grunts as he looks at your body laid out before him. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, “Is this okay?” 

“Yes.” 

He pulls your panties down carefully, revealing your wet cunt to his hungry gaze. Instead of tossing them aside, he puts them on Satoru’s lap. Then, he lays on his stomach between your legs and hoists your thighs over his broad shoulders. The second his breath hits your pussy, you shiver. Instinctively you reach for Satoru’s hand as though using him to keep yourself grounded. 

“I’m here, baby,” Satoru whispers soothingly. He remembers how nervous you had been when he went down on you the first time. He knows it must be a bit nerve-wracking to share such a vulnerable experience with someone new. Although, he has to admit the whines leaving your lips when Kento drags his tongue over your pussy for the first time making his cock twitch. You squeeze Satoru’s hand to stave off the urge to push yourself closer to Kento’s mouth. 

“Mm, so sweet,” Kento growls between licking and suckling on your cunt. 

“It feels so fucking good,” you whine. 

Kento moans in response. His ministrations are already making your toes curl in anticipation. Satoru watches your chest heave as you start to arch your back. He can tell you’re close already. 

With a few more swipes of Kento’s tongue, you’re coming undone. He pushes his tongue into your clenching hole to taste your arousal flowing out. When you come down from your high, he sits up on his knees. His chin glistens with your juices, and he sloppily wipes it away on the back of his hand. Then, he grabs your waist to pull you down the bed a bit. 

“I need it,” he growls as he guides his throbbing cock to your entrance. 

You release Satoru’s hand to wrap your arms around Kento as he pushes into you. He kisses you sloppily, making sure it’s an open-mouthed kiss so Satoru can see your tongues sliding against one another. Your tightness around his cock already has his balls drawing up. Another thrust has him bottoming out, and he drops his head to your chest as his mind momentarily grows dizzy from the way you’re squeezing him. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

“Y-yes,” you pant. “Please, baby, fuck me.” 

Kento doesn’t need more invitation to start rocking his hips slowly. 

As Kento fucks you, he nuzzles against your neck. You look over at Satoru. 

Satoru watches on with flushed cheeks. His large hand continues moving over his bulge. Sticky precum forms a dark stain on his sweatpants. He lets a soft moan escape his lips as he watches Kento take you. 

“Mm, I can’t believe how you’re getting off on this,” you say suddenly. Kento looks up at the sound of your voice, then realizes you’re teasing Satoru. He’s shocked to hear you being such a tease when you’re usually so sweet and doting to your lover. 

“Look at the mess he’s making of himself,” Kento urges you on. 

“Fuck, don’t be mean,” Satoru whines. 

“No?” Kento chuckles then pulls out of you suddenly. 

He rolls you over and helps you move between Satoru’s legs so you’re draped over him. Your head is on Satoru’s chest when Kento enters you from behind with a single snap of his hips. You cry out and arch your back. Satoru can feel the warmth of your heavy breaths sinking through the thin fabric of his T-shirt. Your tits just graze against his straining cock as Kento pounds into you. 

“Is this mean?” Kento asks, smirking at Satoru. 

“It’s fucking hot,” Satoru whimpers. “I love watching you fuck her.” 

“You hear that, sweetheart? Satoru loves it.” 

“Hnn, me too,” you moan and look up at Satoru. “He feels so good inside me, ‘toru.” 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Satoru pleads. “I’ll cum in my pants if you keep lookin’ at me like that.” 

“Poor little Satoru,” Kento starts pumping his hips harder and faster. One hand is firmly on your ass while the other reaches around to tease your clit. “She’s so fucking wet for me. Just dripping all over me.” 

Satoru’s cock pushes uncomfortably against his sweats, at this point so sensitive that even the soft fabric is too much sensation. He lowers his pants just enough to take it out, letting it throb against his stomach. 

“I’m close,” you moan. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock, baby?” Kento rubs your clit. “Go on, sweetheart. Let me feel you.” 

The coil snaps, releasing your pleasure. Your head falls against Satoru’s chest and you white-knuckle the sheets as you ride out your orgasm. You’re just coming down when Kento’s hips stutter, and he grits his teeth as he cums inside you. He continues thrusting a bit longer, pushing his seed deeper inside before pulling out. He grabs your hair and pulls your head back so he can kiss you roughly. 

“So pretty,” he murmurs against your lips. 

You follow him as he moves to Satoru’s side. Your lips keep meeting in sloppy kisses, and you can feel Satoru’s hands on your hips. 

“Please,” Satoru whines. “Baby, I’m so hard. Please.” 

Kento wraps his arms around you, pulling you to straddle his lap as he sits against the headboard. 

“Should we be nice to Satoru?” you ask Kento, looking at the pathetic state Satoru has found himself in. He tugs weakly at his cock, trying so hard not to do anything without your permission. 

“That’s up to you,” Kento assures you. You lean in to whisper in Kento’s ear, only to make the anticipation more intense for Satoru. “She says you can jerk off.” 

Satoru doesn’t even complain about his lot. He fists his cock and begins jerking himself off. His intense gaze stays fixed on you and Kento, feeling both jealous and aroused by the way you keep kissing and touching each other. It’s so clear you’re gearing up for round two. 

“Baby, look at me while I cum,” he pleads. He moans when you turn your attention to him, for a moment you pull away from Kento. Your hands are soft on Satoru’s cheeks as you cup them, then you kiss him. Just one soft kiss is all it takes for him to release. Strings of sticky, white cum spurt onto his stomach and chest. 

“Fuck, fuck, I love you,” he whines. 

“I love you too,” you kiss him again. Then you take Kento’s hand and pull him closer. You kiss him sweetly and cuddle against him. Satoru leans in to kiss Kento on the cheek. 

“You love me too, don’t you Nanami?” He asks, with that mischief in his eyes again. 

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Kento scoffs. 

[bazzybelle]

Beautiful Bookbinding!

As many people know this week has been really fucking difficult for me. So when I got home today and saw a package waiting for me, I was so pleasantly surprised.

So @kydrogendragon, my wonderful, amazing, dear friend made a whole ass fucking binding of my fic, Swim For Brighter Days!!! Just look at that beautiful cover, as well as the back with the summary!!!

AND... AND!!! Look at the package it came in!

So, in the fic, Hob ends up getting really into Archeology. So much so that he ends up being one of the first people in London to publish journals about the proper ways to preserve and respect ancient archeological sites. SO Ky fashioned a whole package that looked like a draft of a research paper!!

AND... the stamps on the corner... Those are lil Easter eggs from the fic itself! I am crying!!!

THEY ACTUALLY INCLUDED ARCHEOLOGICAL NOTES AND COMMENTARY FROM SITES! LIKE THE DETAIL THAT WENT INTO THIS GIFT HAD ME IN LITERAL TEARS!

LOOK AT THIS COVER PAGE!! The olive branches on the header signifying Calliope, and the poppies on the footer signifying Dream. It's so beautiful!!

Again, the amount of thought and detail that went into this bind. Adding little commentary in pen (Hob's writing) that acts as a look into what the chapter will be about (1816 - Hob meets Calliope through George Byron). Adding the wine glass stain in 1899 because Hob had spent the evening drinking.

And then... 2022... the scorch marks. I won't spoil what happens in that chapter. You guys can read the fic or take a wild guess based on the context.

Also, GUYS! Look at the Publishing House! How it goes from White Horse Science to New Inn Science! Ky... KY!!! The fucking brilliance of your project. I am just overwhelmed with happiness.

The final chapter which includes Dream's and Calliope's messages to Hob!

I also wanted to point out the dividers throughout the book. They're a combination of Dream's poppy and Calliope's olive branches. I was screaming in delight and happiness.

Also look at the sweet lil poppy at the end. I love it!

The back of the Research Packet! Including sweet sticky notes of encouragement from Hob's lovers, Dream and Calliope. I just... I am so soft right now.

The best part of all this? The fic was written as a gift FOR Ky! It was a fic I'd written for the Sadman Server Spring Exchange. Now it has been given back to me in a beautiful meaningful bound with little nods to the fic itself.

Thank you so much, Ky, from the bottom of my heart. This gift means so much to me.

[radioisntdead]

I loved your Batman request, do you think we can get one for Jason Todd/Red Hood?

I just imagine the Hazbin Crew reaction to this Train Wreck.

Charlie: I can fix them!

The other Hazbin Crew and Red Hood Reader: No you can’t.

If not then can I get a Harley Quinn Reader with the Hazbin Crew? I can just imagine them getting along with everyone and, you know, actually being able to help them mentally since they are a trained Therapist.

Good evenin' my dear! I was going to write Jason Todd/red hood reader but then I saw the Harley Quinn bit and I LOVE her [as you can probably tell by the extra fancy header] so she took priority but if you send in another request for a Jason Todd/ Red hood reader I'll write it!

Hazbin hotel crew with a Harley Quinn reader headcanons

The hazbin hotel's mildly mentally unstable duo colored therapist! Oddly enough the residents find themselves opening up to you.

Similar to Husk you get people rambling to you, only on a couch and usually without liquor.

You haven't a clue on how or why they open up to you

The concerning amount of acrobatics that go on in the hotel thanks to you!

We're talking using the unstable railings as balancing beams, somehow managing to climb onto the walls, doing backflips down the stairs, how have you NOT gotten injured???

You give Vaggie a heart attack every time you launch yourself from the third floor to the lobby.

I imagine you get along pretty well with Niffy

You alternate between using a giant cartoonish mallet or a bat that may or may not be covered in shards of angelic steel.

There're different versions of Harley in different outfits and I imagine you change into whatever you're feeling that day, so one day you'll be walking around in casual clothes and the next you're in full costume

[sidenote it's hard to find a nonsexualized version of Harley on Pinterest]

This is a normal occurrence in the hotel, it caught everyone off guard at first, Alastor makes fun of you when you're dressed like a jester, your little bell hat definitely gets yanked

y'all know how Harley has hyenas? You also have them and they're certified therapy animals.

You dress them up in little outfits, they may or may not try to eat the egg Bois

You also may or may not have dyed or eaten one of them before.

During extermination day you are RUTHLESS, like whacking out exorcists left and right, your skills in acrobatics are COMING IN HANDY!

You use the same hammer to help with hotel repairs.

Good evenin' folks! I went down a rabbit hole of different versions of Harley Quinn while writing, she's so funky I love her

Anywho! Thank you for tunin' on in and I hope you have a wonderful rest of your night folks!

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[ilovemorayeels]

a/n: i noticed there are very little fics of my goat chrollo, ive had this idea for a while and im proud for finally writing it!

cw: kidnapping, clan genocide, mayhaps a bit ooc? kurta!reader, arson, mentions of gore

credits for header: ME! i made the header this time! do you guys like it ...

credits for dividers: @neroticbf

Imagine you were part of the Kurta clan. The medic, treating people's wounds, helping the little kids get over falling on the ground. It was peaceful and quiet. But that was before Chrollo came.

You don't know what he was doing, but it appeared he had strained his leg when he fell in your clan. You of course took him in and started treating his wounds. You helped him get better. You made dishes he liked.

You had to go out to restock on medicine and food, you passed your test a few months ago, so now it was much easier to treat wounds. Your peace only lasted a few hours though.

Burning houses, dead bodies. You can swear they're eyeless, but you couldn't tell since you began running to your house. By some miracle (?) your house hadn't caught the flames, you opened the door to see Chrollo waiting, almost as if he didn't care.

You explain everything to him, as if he wasn't there to see it, pulling his arm so you two can find survivors. Chrollo mumbles an apology before he knocks you out with a simple swipe.

--

You wake up with cold sweat all over you in a room you don't recognize. It's filled with lavish velvet covers adorned with black accents. You have to take a moment to regain your breath and consciousness. Was that all a dream? No, if it was you'd be in your room.

You attempt to get up and get out of bed, before noticing your moves are stopped by a chain tied to your bed post. You give it a few tugs, before realizing it won't budge. You're immediately startled by the door opening.

"Ah, you're awake," Chrollo says, as if this is perfectly fine. He's holding up a tray that contains a neat breakfast of miso soup and eggs. "I was wondering if I was too harsh."

"C-Chrollo what's going on?! Why am I chained-"

"That was just in case," Chrollo casually explains, placing the tray next to you. "Now can you eat your breakfast?"

"Wha- Chrollo what happened to my clan?!"

"I killed them."

You froze. He said it so casually, almost as if he was saying the weather. You actually question yourself if it isn't important but snap back to reality.

"Why?"

"To sell the eyes on the black market," Chrollo responds. "Now could you hurry and eat?"

You're still shocked, you're not sure how to react. It feels like you're the one who's crazy for asking the questions. Reluctantly you start eating (after trying to look for any hints of drugs of course). It tastes..good? It feels like Chrollo went out of his way for this.

"....why did you spare me?" You ask after swallowing.

"You were nice to me," Chrollo says. "You allowed me to recover faster and to deal with your clan faster."

You grip the spoon harder, guilt beginning to fill you.

Is this a hell you created?

--

hope you enjoyed! smooches you

[aquamine-amarine]

I've got a lot of thoughts.

And it ended up being way too long again. Spoilers, analyzing, half assed translations, rants... Has anyone translated this or summarized it yet? Did I just waste my time? It took hours.

The title page is an obvious throwback to the very first chapter. It's nice I guess, I would have liked something a little more original and unique to this new series though. This new character still bothers me so I'm not sold on him just yet...

The official X account for the series is killing me though, cropping out that middle part to use as a header... Also this:

Where will Amu-chan's love go...!?

I'm telling you're the Nakayoshi editorial department is full of Amuto shippers.

The armband is on the wrong arm...

This is a huge red flag and a major regression in character development, because Amu should NOT be acting like this anymore. It's a huge problem.

Her crush on Tadase pretty much died after volume 7. During volumes 8-12 she isn't fangirling over him anymore and doesn't have any fangirl fantasies involving him like she used to. She started acting normal around him, like close friends, and it was nice. It was a positive development. WHY is all that development being thrown out the window? Just to cater to new fans?

I fully expected Tadase to continue trying to whoo her because he pretty much said he would continue to do so in volume 12. So I'm not annoyed about that. Amu's reaction to him is what annoys me, because she's not supposed to be acting like this anymore. You can keep trolling us with the love triangle WITHOUT regressing Amu's behavior to how she was in volume 1. They proved they could do this in volume 12. So this is bad.

As for the reason they're still in their elementary school uniforms, it's because the new school term hasn't started yet. This scene takes place during spring break in the Royal Garden, and there's a scene where Rima is asking if the middle school uniforms have arrived yet. I was wondering why they were still in their elementary school uniforms, when we know middle school uniforms DO exist. So the transfer happens before they even start middle school, it makes sense now.

The school they're transferring to (because Tadase is going with her) is called Arcana Academy. It's Seiyo's sister school.

A Japanese fan I follow on X noticed something very interesting about the kanji in the school's name. 聖或奏学園 translates to "Saint Arcana Academy". The 或 kanji is present in Aruto's name (it's the "aru" part), and the 奏 is present in Souko's name. Although in Souko's case it's a different reading. For her name, it takes the on'yomi reading of "sou", and when it's used in the school's name it uses the kun'yomi reading of "kana". From volume 10:

That's pretty interesting, I wonder if it ends up having any significance later? Or maybe it's just a coincidence? They do like being funny with the kanji they use in names, like all the celestial references they used here.

Tsukasa tells them they're transferring because there's an outbreak (he actually uses the word plague) of X-Eggs at Arcana Academy. He also says that Amu has a "secret mission".

Fast forward to the new school...

Amu's thought bubble says he's the Principal. He looks so familiar... He kinda looks like P from Kugiko-san (another Peach-Pit manga, from the Kugiko-chan series). And I feel like I've seen a character similiar to him in some other manga...

Someone said something they weren't supposed to during introductions in the auditorium... don't traumatize your new classmates already!

This little psycho is going on a joyride on this chandelier...

It did not want to be cleansed.

He's telling the entire auditorium that what they just witnessed were a "character change" and a "character transformation". The students are all amazed.

In a later page Tadase says that everyone in this school has a guardian egg. He said "egg" and not "character", so maybe most of them haven't actually hatched yet?

Daiya is a fucking airhead and slept through the entire fiasco in the auditorium. Because of that, everyone thinks Amu only has 3 guardian characters and not 4!

But Tadase thinks that's fine, they should keep Daiya a secret and use the fact that everyone thinks Amu only has 3 guardian characters to their advantage. Daiya can be their trump card.

She introduces herself as Erito Rose, a guide. Is that a name or a position? But if it was supposed to be "Elite Rose" instead, the whole thing should have been written in katakana... The guardian character's name is Rosetta.

Amu's dorm room is haunted... so the rumors say.

Phone call with Rima! And oh boy is this juicy...

Rima: By the way, did you contact Ikuto and Nagihiko who are overseas? Amu: Ah, not yet… Rima: Is that okay? Rima: Isn't Ikuto your boyfriend? Amu: Boy…!? Amu: There's no way!!

Rima!!! I love you, you angry little midget. That last text bubble was giving me trouble, so I gave up trying to translate it...

Amu: We've been apart this whole time. The replies to my messages vary.

I knew they were going to hurt me by bringing out my repressed long distance relationship memories... you stop that!

She was also saying how he's actually studying music overseas right now... no mention of looking for his father.

Also they forgot to draw the belt/strap things on his pants.

Amu: Even though you said something like that! Amu: Jeez! I'm an idiot! It's the same pattern. Rima: Amu? Amu: I won't be swayed by him anymore!! Definitely! Rima: Hey Amu, I just had a thought.

Rima: Do you live with someone in the dorms? Rima: If you say something like "I'm sharing a room with a boy", it'll make him jealous. Amu: Ha?! Amu: No no, this is a single room!? Amu: That's just a lie!! Rima: Amu, you're a kid. Rima: Boys like it when you tease them sometimes. All the servants say that it's a reward. Amu: This girl is scary...

Rima!!! Now I know why the Chinese Amuto fans were rolling around in their feels all over the place. Girl is giving Amu advice on how to flirt with Ikuto. I'm dying. How did I miss this page the other day...

Exactly what has Amu been telling Rima? Did she tell Rima they've shared a bed together already? I was not expecting Rima to be pro-Amuto! I always assumed Rima would hate Ikuto - for one, he's fucking tall and she's smol. Second, it's another man that's way too close to Amu (the other one being Nagihiko) and I thought that would make her angry. Although she mellowed out around Nagihiko in volume 12... and she's gotten REALLY attached to Amu in this chapter.

As fun as these pages were, time for some more ranting...

Amu: I won't be swayed by him anymore!! Definitely!

What the fuck are you talking about?! Did you forgot ALL OF THIS:

What the fuck happened to all this character development?! Why is she regressing?! Her reaction to him should NOT have been that hostile. Not after all these scenes. Which only happened months (some of them only weeks) before the graduation and wedding. The fact that 14 years has passed is definitely showing, and not in a good way… It feels like they're going backwards and I don't like it.

This bullshit right here is why I didn't want a sequel, I just knew they would fuck something up. They're either senile and completely forgot the events of volumes 8-12 (how, when they clearly took that quote from volume 12…) or their editor is braindead and giving them horrible advice, like how erasing 5 volumes worth of character development is a great fucking idea by setting Amu's relationships with Tadase and Ikuto back to pre-volume 8 levels. It's fucking stupid. It shouldn't be happening. It's bad writing to just erase all the good stuff that happened near the end of the first series. For what, to cater to new fans and drag the love triangle out some more? That's so stupid.

Should I make her my girlfriend?

I see someone has a death wish. I'd pay to see that cat fight.

There's a LOT of things that were left out. No mention of Easter, Hikaru wasn't in the Royal Garden with everyone, no mention of Nagihiko actually being Nadeshiko, no mention of Yoru being gone... hopefully these are all addressed soon. Maybe I'm being too critical, since it's still just the first chapter... I just have high expectations. I don't want them to ruin this.

As for the art... miles better than what they drew for that stupid ad (NOT a "short story", that was a lie). I hate the way Ikuto looked there, he looks a lot better now. The eyes look a lot better too, more detailed like they used to be. So that's a plus. The way they drew eyes were always one of my favorite parts about their shoujo artstyle, and it was sad that for their other manga they got lazy with it.

As for the story... everyone in this new school is aware that guardian eggs exist. Like I said earlier though, they were always using the word "egg" and not "character", so perhaps only a few people have actually had their eggs hatch.

Near the end of Amu and Rima's phone call, Amu talks more about her "secret mission", and how purifying X-Eggs isn't the only reason she's there. She also has to look for something. So I wonder what that's about...

[tailsdollr]

accidentally hovered over your name in pukichos comments and saw whatever the world your blog header is and went "hm. well this person must have immaculate vibes with that horrible {positive} image. i bet they post great things" and then i learned you have banger art. really really cool, i sent your dandys world x batim post to a friend because that one especially was awesome. im a fan

(also can i know what in the world is that thing. is that the tails doll thats foretold of in the prophecy(tumblr blog name). ive never seen it and it looks so fucked up {positive} i need to know more)

hi I'm definitely pukicho

wonderful way to find my art :) appreciate you for sharing. I create more and will make a lot more until one day the sun consumes me and we all die but until then I will continue drawing.

Tails Doll is a character from Sonic R. Sonic R is a clunky racing game with permanent ice controls and one of the secret characters is Tails Doll. They were created by Doctor Robotnik as a metal clone for Tails. This is the only major role in a game Tails Doll has ever played in. He only gets very minor appearances as Easter Eggs in more recent games.

I love him. He likes to race and is evil because he is an evil robot. He is small enough to fit within our hands. His crystal puppets his body and he dangles from it like a Mii being thrown around.

[snek-panini]

Happy Halloween! Have a book:

This is Siren's Song by @kedreeva (Hi! I asked to bind your fic months ago, sorry it took so long XD). It's an incredible Good Omens siren AU, which needs no introduction from me but it gets one anyway. It's one of the most in-character fics I've ever read, tackles a lot of the most resonant themes of the original (love in the context of aromanticism and asexuality, human labels in the context of non-human perspective), and has incredible world-building. Later parts of the fic always make me cry but they're good tears. You'll see. When I first learned that fanbinding was a thing and started looking into how to do it, this was one of the first fics I thought of. It just took me a while to learn the skills I needed before I could do it.

More pics and process talk under the cut!

So the cover up there is black faux leather and momi paper that I bought...about two years ago? And just kept on hand till I was ready to do this project. This is the first time I've worked with it and it was fairly nice, though harder to get a nice crease into than lokta or chiyogami. It felt very fragile when I was handling it but I didn't have any issues with tearing or glue bleed-through like I thought I might. It did bleed some color when I got it damp with the glue, and it took way longer to dry than normal, but once that was done it's been fine. Which is nice because I have a lot left over, so it'll probably be making many future appearances in my binds.

Look! It's rounded! I got a backing setup recently and this is my first time using it. It was Very Hard and I am not very good at it yet. But I think it looks pretty good for a first attempt, and there was really no other way to mitigate the spine swell on this one. I used a thick paper so I've got a thick book. I also tried something new with the case, though it isn't visible. Usually I make the text block and the case separately and then attach them as the last step, but for this one I actually built the case around the text. Like, boards attached to mull/tapes (sandwiched between thinner boards, with grooves cut for them so there are no bulges), then covered with momi, then leather corners and spine, then paste down the endpaper. It's got an oxford hollow, too! The tapes and mull actually wrap around the outside of the boards instead of the inside like I've done before. Endpapers are my favorite feather chiyogami. Combined with the marbled momi they make for a very opulent look, and I had just barely enough to do this. Like, down to the millimeter. I had to trim the edges and then glue the endpapers after to be sure they were right. I'm glad they were, because I didn't have a backup plan. Handmade endbands, colors picked to match the cover. Also, last note, I got the corner bits right for the first time. Measured properly, with no weird pointy bits that come out at funny angles. Very proud.

Title page and bookmark/interior shot. Did you know that some basic fonts in MS Word look different when you use a huge font size? Because I didn't until I made this title page. That's Parchment for the title, and it only gets those swirly bits around the capital letters if you take it to 26pt or higher (I used 72 here). Now I wonder if any of the other fonts have easter eggs in them like that. The ribbon is very fancy, to go along with the rich endpaper/cover combo. I think it's pretty appropriate for a mythological golden age of piracy story, as are the text ornaments:

Chapter header image, chapter end image, and section break image. It was a very image-heavy typeset. I was originally planning to only have a header and a section break, but I couldn't decide whether I liked the ships or the book/shell/feather better, and they both suited the story so well that I just went with both. Again, opulent, but I think it fits. All the images came from rawpixel, all I did was resize them.

There was a small error in the trimming process. Comes of having to calculate so closely the exact amount you can trim off, that you have to trim off so your slightly-too-small endpapers fit. I think something got misaligned when I poked the sewing holes because only the first signature is like this. The rest of the book has a more appropriately-sized margin between the page number and the edge. I got very lucky here, and I know it, and I'm never cutting it this close (lol) again. Next time we just order another sheet of chiyogami.

And that's it! I have one author's copy and one new bind in progress right now (that's taking a while because I'm learning more new stuff for it), and then I have two Christmas gift books to do, so it might be a bit before I have another book to share.

[hehheehaha]

After the last one where I asked about adding ropes to the belly in the header image, now I’m wondering what that image would look like with a tentacle down the throat pumping eggs into the belly 😏

I'm not the best with facial stuff but I tried

[epitomereally]

Celestial Navigation by @sabrecmc

18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

An absolutely gorgeous story of learning to love yourself, even when you feel like you don't fit in & that you grew up wrong. I'm so happy to have gotten to bind this mammoth work for Sabre & as a gift exchange for @mourningmountainsbindery (who bound me this beautiful copy of Astolat's Let the River Run—JUST LOOK AT THAT COVER!).

Also to anyone who has @ed me lately (looking at u, em @powerful-owl & tacky @tackytigerfic particularly) & I've been derelict in responding, here is WHY.

This has been the longest binding project I've undertaken, both in page count and in time. My original message to Sabre was on March 16th—can't decide if I want to use the laughing or crying emoji here—and the colophon says I made the book in April 2023 (which was when I started typesetting, maybe). I had been randomly perusing dying videos on Youtube in bed on a Saturday morning, as one does, and came across a video showing how to spiral tie-dye. I IMMEDIATELY had a design premonition of the full design for this fic as a two-volume set, planted into my brain wholesale by the binding gods. I learned many new techniques throughout the process (edge painting, edge trimming/sanding, tie-dying/dyepainting, embroidery, typesetting meta from tumblr which copy-pastes with the worst goddamn formatting in the world, kill me now). Overall, alternately extremely painful & wonderful, and I'm extremely proud of this set.

Design-wise, I went whole-hog with the scifi stars theme. Endpapers are recolored versions of the star charts from the Apollo 11 mission:

Title page & chapter titles are both rips in the galaxy:

Epigraphs both star-themed:

Some more glamor shots because I'm so proud 💕

8.6 lbs // 3.8 kgs worth of books (~3000 total pages) 🥰

Celestial Navigation is also INCREDIBLY popular, and Sabre has been incredibly generous answering asks on her tumblr + writing additional one-shots in the universe. There is also a veritable volume of fanart. I was so inspired by seeing @robins-egg-bindery copy of ********, with its appendix of fanart & meta, that I promptly copied them.

fanart redacted because lots of the artists are no longer active on tumblr but just know i am ECSTATIC about the amount of art in these books

Lastly, I love how @clovenhoofbindery includes their 'Illustrator mess' with their bind posts, as a behind-the-scenes look into the wild process of designing these books. I don't actually have an Illustrator mess for this book (the chapter titles & title page pretty much came in one take), but I do have a DYING MESS. It took me sososo many tries to figure out how to get the dye to look how I imagined in my head. I ended up 'dye painting' instead of tie-dying in the end, but my inbox is always open to chat hand-dying/tie-dying/dyepainting (or what I did differently between any of these attempts). Numbers are the dying attempt.

Last process shot: I hand-dyed variegated linen thread to match the colors of the bind, which ends up being incredibly difficult to see on the finished bind, but was super fun while I was sewing!

Materials:

Body font: Kepler

Title font: Compaq 1982

Chapter number font: aliens & cows

Endpapers: recolored versions of the star chart used by Michael Collins during the Apollo 11 mission (archived at The Smithsonian)

Bookcloth: dyed using Dharma Trading Procion Fiber-Reactive Dyes

Title page and chapter headers: designed in Photoshop using the Ultimate Space brush pack by jeffrettalyn on DeviantArt

Metallic embroidery thread: Cosmo Nishikiito thread

I would dye for this embroidery thread. It is LIGHT YEARS better than the classic metallic embroidery thread from DMC: much easier to work with & much more sparkly. Literally so eye-catching; it truly doesn't translate to photos.

Paint for edges: Daniel Smith watercolor tubes in Iridescent Sunstone and Prussian Blue

Note: these are GORGEOUS watercolors. The color is so saturated and strong and beautiful BUT I don't think I'd recommend watercolors for edge painting. They went on very differently depending on the grit of the sandpaper I used for the edges + they sometimes bled into the pages + they had to be set with fixative, which then stuck the pages together.

[onboardsorasora]

F1 Flufftober - Day 25 Love Letters

Please don't judge me for doing these out of order lol (thanks @arturleclerc and @danielverstappen for the little push) (edit to say that this is also the same universe as this and this as well)

Max dragged himself into the entryway, allowing the front door to snap closed behind him. He left his luggage by the door, he would get to it later.

The cats wandered forward, welcoming him home from his long time away. He'd been out on a triple header and was glad to be home. He wanted to throw himself on the couch and stroke his cats and get forehead kisses from his boyfriend.

Who wasn't home.

Right.

Max grumbled to himself, standing with Jimmy in his arms and walking further into their home. He was tired and Daniel wasn't home because he was back at the factory. He'd be back in a few days because this was an unfortunate overlap of their travel schedules while Daniel was back off the grid. 

Stupid metacarpal, who needed those bones anyway??

Throwing himself on the couch as initially planned Max's brow furrowed as he heard the crinkle of paper beneath his head. Shifting quickly, he spied a square of yellow paper – a post it note. Odd.

Grabbing the out of place stationary, he recognized Daniel's looping handwriting.

You amaze me every day.

Max smiled softly, rereading the words and imprinting them on his brain. He reached over to stick it on the coffee table, fully intending to take it into the bedroom and preserve it in some way. He stopped short when he saw another sticky note attached to his controller.

Never forget how special you are.

Max tucked his head to his neck, feeling the blush bloom on his cheeks. He took a picture of both and texted them off to Daniel with a message that he was home.

Daniel

Oh, you haven't found them all😸

Max paused…all? He stood quickly from the couch and gave the living, dining and kitchen areas a glance over and noticed at least two more sticky notes. 

He would never admit to how quickly he rushed over to grab both notes. Not on Jimmy or Sassy's life. But his stomach swooped, eyes roving over the messages.

Never forget how proud of you I am

I will always love you 

Max walked dazedly into their bedroom, collecting a few more notes of love, respect and adoration from Daniel. He felt overwhelmed with love for his boyfriend. Wanting nothing more than to lay on top of him and kiss him soundly.

But he couldn't. Because Daniel wasn't here. 

So instead, he padded to his sim room and plopped ungainly into the chair. There was one last note– he combed the flat and found no more. And his heart flipped, wondering just what else he would find.

He was completely overflowing with affection for Daniel. And he currently didn't have an outlet for it. He'd texted again but Daniel was back in the sim so he wouldn't be getting an answer any time soon. 

Grabbing the last note that was hanging innocently from his overhead screen, Max let out a choked laugh. 

The kind that happened when Daniel said something unexpected in their old PR videos. The kind that cracks his face open in joy. Max folded over, his boisterous laugh calling the cats in curiously. 

Max truly loved his boyfriend. He loved that man with his whole being and he couldn't wait for him to get home.

We're out of

Eggs

Beer

Bread

Yogurt

Hand soap for the guest bathroom 

[radioisntdead]

Good evening folks I'm sleep deprived again and you know what that means! Deranged headcanons this time with almost everyone and not just Alastor, reader pops in and out, I lost my hazbin header and I don't feel like going to redownload it rn so I'll edit this tomorrow to add it in, probably, someone remind me.

I can't remember Sir Pentious being around stairs, did we see him go upstairs in the show?? Do the egg Bois carry him? Did he evolve and master the art of snake crawling up the stairs??

You think when he first died he kept faceplanting himself, like stairs were this dork's [affectionate] number one enemy, one wrong move and WAM, BAM, BOOOM Sir Pentious is injured, ouchy

Hear me out on the reader just picking him up bridal style to go upstairs, like the reader doesn't look that strong and then sir Pentious is struggling with stairs so they just 'YOINK'

Okay so Charlie scrapbooks right? Pretty sure that's canon or it's just become fanon enough that I can't remember the difference,

You and Charlie scrapbooking together, like just bonding, pop on some type of movie on the tv, make popcorn and other snacks and get a ton of crafting stuff for scrapbooking.

Vaggie gives off the vibe that she sleepwalks or talks in her sleep like from silly stuff like "gimme back my fruit gummies" to "He's watching you."

Also she has that type of sleepwalking that's just doing routines so you'll wake up to go downstairs and grab water or something and you just see Vaggie in her pajamas swinging her spear around,

You should promptly walk back up those stairs because you do NOT DUCK AROUND WITH ANGELIC WEAPONS.

No idea if Vaggie is still a moth with the whole fallen angel exorcist thing [I'm just imagining exorcists aren't all completely human looking just in grayscale, like imagine a exorcist that's like husk,] but like dangle a lamp Infront of her and it wows her for a few minutes giving you time to escape.

Speaking of husk, does he count as a furry? He does right? I'm imagining if you really really don't like furries and you go below you become a furry, but we saw some folks in heaven, do they get to choose to be furries? [Should clarify I have nothing against furries, Some of the nicest people I've met have been furries, you do you, I'm just wondering]

Do you think he goes to a doctor or a vet? [I don't think he goes to either, he has to be dragged there dude gives off the 'its fine' 'YOU HAVE A GIANT CYST IN YOUR ARM' 'its fine' vibes]

Speaking of animals Angel dust probably had a tough time learning to walk with his spider legs when he first died because they have that bendy bit right? I would fall on my face.

I imagine there's a bunch of learning when you just die and end up in eternal damnation like you get some type of features right?

You think Vox tapes stuff to his face? Like I saw this one fanart with him holding a rose in his teeth but like, he's a flat face TV screen I don't think he can hold that properly without the rose bending.

I'm bringing the hat gremlin reader into this and from my doodles Vox's hat has little spikey legs

They crack his screen, they're like a cat, meow meow

Same vibes you can't convince me otherwise.

Also Vox looks very biteable, munch munch

Alastor probably did this if Vox had a flat screen at a point in their past friendship.

I think I said it before but I have a whole plan to take out the Vee's if I ever got isekaied into hazbin, for all purposes if I got isekaied into hazbin I WOULD LIKE TO BE IN HEAVEN. I WOULD NOT WANT TO ENCOUNTER ALASTOR HE WOULD KILL ME [or I'd annoy him to death] I WOULD NOT BE SAFE

Anyways Angelic steel baseball bat, Vox has a screen, WAM BAM DEAD TV HEAD MAN

Valentino lure him in with a lamp, then angelic weapon and bug spray, 2 for 2

Or am angelic steel one of THESE

And all I'm gonna say for Velvette is horrible fashion, she'll explode from anger.

[pencil-peach]

G Witch Onscreen Text: Episode 5

Part SEIS of my attempt to transcribe and discuss all the text that appears on screens and tablets in G Witch, because I got that dog in me! This is episode 5, "Reflection in an Icy Eye"

<< Episode 4, if you so dare.

Till and Suletta Boiled Eggs Indulgence.

Shall we begin?

TEXT: WINNER PILOTING DEPARTMENT KP003 ELAN CERES F/D-19 ZOWORT 7 WINS 0 LOSS 0 TIE

At the end of Elan's 3 v 1 duel, we get a look at the Zoworts ID and the fact that he has 7 wins and no losses.

When Bel is speaking to the Peil witches, we get another look at Aerial's profile. What's new here are the terms on the bottom right, those being

PMET LINK PMET SUBLINK BIOINFO LINK PILOT DATA LINK MS DATA LINK INTEGRATED PMET LINK

I could not tell you what any of these mean, BUT I have recorded them for convenience.

The text on Nuno's tablet is very difficult to make out, but we can for sure read CONTROL SYSTEM on the header at the top, so we know that's what he's looking at here. I'll give my best guess as to what the 3 sub-headers say, from top to bottom.

I-MSEACTRL-SYS I-MSEECTRL-SYS 5011-ONCODE

If my transcription is right, the first two are probably meant to be read as something like I - MOBILE SUIT [EA/EE] CONTROL SYSTEM

I'm not as confident in the bottom one though, i think i have ONCODE correctly but I'm not sure if the first half is really 5011, which would be Aerial's Permet Code ID. But it's the only interpretation that makes sense to me because I can only read it otherwise as SETH-ONCODE. And I have my doubts about that one.

Some broader looks at Aliya's divination table

Of course, everyone and their mother would tell you this, but Aliyah points to the stone that landed on the Roman Numeral for 12, wondering if it represents 'a brother' of Suletta's. This is foreshadowing the Eri reveal, as Aerial + the Eri clones that pilot each one of its GUND Bits adds up to 12, meaning Suletta has 12 sisters.

Of course, the stone in the middle represents her mother, and Aliyah comments that it's very big.

I can't help but wonder if Miorine is represented somewhere here as well?

This scene is where we finally get to see the title of the book Elan is reading. As I stated before, this book is The World as Will and Representation (Translated in the show proper as The World as Will and Idea) by Arthur Schopenhauer. The importance of this book to understanding Elan's character cannot be overstated, and it's worthy of its own post, but simplified as far down as possible (and also acknowledging that I have yet to read the essay myself, it's long...I'll get to it though, I promise...)

The two most essential ideas of this work in their relation to Elan are that:

All human suffering and conflict is a result of the "Will" that exists within us: An ever striving force that pushes us to pursue our innermost desires.

In order to reduce the inherent pain and suffering that comes with life's cruelty, one can minimize their desires, and deny the force of their will.

In simpler terms, if you never desire anything from your life, even the idea of living itself, you will never be made to suffer from the lack of it.

From the shows beginning, we can see how Elan completely embodies this philosophy. He denies love, he denies his emotions, he never acts of his own accord, only following the orders he's been given by Bel and the Peil witches.

But that changes when he meets Suletta, because Suletta awakens within him one of his deepest desires. To find someone who is like him, someone who understands him.

But when he realizes that Suletta isn't an Enhanced Person, that he's still completely alone, he can't handle it.

Because he allowed himself to want for something, he invited suffering back into his life when it was something he was not allowed to have.

And now that he's opened his heart to desire, it's not something that can be closed. For the rest of our time with him, we see how this incident with Suletta has broken the spell. When he duels Guel, he tortures him. Shaddiq repeatedly acknowledges that there's been something different about him ever since he was with Suletta.

In the multiple scenes when Elan sees the candle of the birthday cake when he closes his eyes, the flame represents how his will has been relit. It's the flame of his desire. And despite his continued insistence that it doesn't exist, that he still doesn't want anything, doesn't need anything, the flame only keeps growing.

It sparks up when Suletta sings the birthday song to him.

And it all comes to a head during their duel. He immediately starts listing off the things Suletta has that he doesn't. Friends, family, a past and future, even hope. And laments that it's just not fair, demands to know why she can't let him have one thing.

When he fully accepts himself, and remembers the person who celebrated his birthday, he realizes that it was wrong to assume that he had nothing, and to continue to believe that he could never have anything.

But, tragically, in fully accepting his desire, he also had no choice but to accept the suffering that comes with it. And, well.

Yknow.

Anyway in this scene we can see the path that he wants Suletta to take in the testing sector.

We can see that Lauda's Dilanza is registered as such in Asticassia, and its ID code is MD-003 1L. Despite being registered as such, both Elan and Rouji refer to it as "Regolith" in this duel.

This is the Pharact's navigation system. At the bottom, the warning says: ALERT: MALFUNCTION JOINT SENSOR: ACTIVE MINOR DAMAGE FROM [???] STATIC ELECTRICITY.

We can see that the Pharact is showing that the static electricity is damaging its joints. This is where Elan gets the idea of how to defeat Guel.

TEXT: (top to bottom) ALERT DMG CTRL-SYS ON

MD-R-0099[?] RIGHT LEG - [???] DAMAGE

MD-O HEAT AXE - RECOVERED

This shows up on the display when Guel is hit by the Pharact's stun beams for the first time. Though my transcription might not be fully accurate, we can at least glean from this that mobile suit components seem to have their own internal codes used by their various systems. That's cool!

When Guel is immobilized by the static electricity, the warning on his screen reads ANAMOLY DETECTION

Bonus: When Guel first makes it through the stun lasers and approaches Elan, you can actually see the monitor start writing out "TARGET LOCKED" before cutting to the next scene.

They really must have had a whole team of people working on these UI elements and they REALLY gave it their all!

Anyway, that's all!! Sorry that this one kinda took a detour down the Elan train for a bit there! I always get carried away with these things...

Uhh as a reward.... hmm...

One time I saw Shaddiq referred to as "Malibu Sephiroth" and I've never been able to forget it. It's so real. God Damnit.

Click here to go to Episode 6! >>

Click here to go to the Masterpost!

[collectingrafaelcasal]

Hi, do you happen to know who that girl named Annie is that Rafael often mentions in his poems? I'm overcome with curiosity and thanks in advance. ❤️

Hi Nonny, wonderful question, but no straightforward answer. Dear Annie is a hashtag/salutation Rafa used to use a lot, mostly in his poems, but also with some songs like Bad Egg.

Once upon a time, there was talk of a poetry book, and I always felt like Dear Annie might have been (at least) the working title. Sadly enough, it's been years and he seems to have gone in a bit of a different creative direction since then. (The header on this blog is from the shoot that would have accompanied the book. Some really pretty pictures.)

He also used it when talking about a play, The Limp, that he was developing some years ago. I think Covid put a stop to that one. :(

My take is that Annie is some sort of personification of his muse?

tl;dr It’s all connected 🤯🤯🤯

[dreamfyre03]

A Dragon's Love

Trigger Warnings: Kissing, a bit of swearing

Chapter 7: Hidden Moments

Dividers by: @zaldritzosrose

Header by: @zaldritzosrose

Daenys got little sleep that night, thinking about what happened the night before in Aemond’s rooms. She never experienced such feeling before. She knew her love for Aemond ran deep, he was her brother, but this was something else entirely. Kissing him made her wonder how she could have gone so long without it. The ways of their house were not lost on her, she knew well of the Targaryen tendency, but it hadn’t crossed her mind until now.

But when she went back to her rooms, she felt a sense of panic. It scared her, truthfully, the way she could be so calm, composed, then one look from him, all her self control could disappear and such carnal desires took control of her. She would be wed soon, as would he, no doubt, for the furthering of their house. She couldn’t stray from her duty, no matter how badly she yearned too. Perhaps the feeling will, fade, pass, even. But the whisper on his lips claiming her as his, her quiet response letting him know as much, filled her with doubt that that would be the case. She didn’t know what possessed her to reaffirm his notions. But she couldn’t deny how part of her wished his hands slid under her nightgown, that he might touch her in the same place she touched herself that night alone, in her rooms, bringing pleasure to herself with his name on her lips like a prayer. 

 She refused to be like Rhaenyra, taking her pleasure wherever she wanted. She knew for her, there would be consequences, she was not immune to them like her sister seemed to be. Indeed, it was an internal conflict the likes of which she had never felt before brewing inside of her. 

She had taken to the skies with Meraxa, the feeling of being in the clouds freed her temporarily from the thoughts of Aemond’s touch that plagued her. She felt safe in the sky, in her bond with her dragon. She commanded Meraxa upwards, higher into the sky, her scales shining bright under the sun, the white and red scaled radiating beautifully. 

After hours of soaring and twirling through the sky, she and Meraxa landed on a nearby hill, where she would often come when she needed some solace, or sometimes came with Helaena to venture into the woods nearby and look for bugs. Her dragon settled on the ground, lying and resting its head on the ground, its body curled up, and Daenys sat with her back against it, almost as if her dragon was encircling her to keep any danger away from her. Meraxa felt her rider’s emotions, for ever since the egg hatched when Daenys was a girl, their emotional bond was incredibly strong. The dragon sighed through her nose, to which Daenys said, “Nyke gīmigon.  Nyke sepār ȳdra daor gīmigon skoros naejot gaomagon dombo,” (I know. I just don’t know what to do anymore.) It was as if  the beast understood her clear as day, and gave a low growl of irritation, mirroring how Daenys’s internal conflict made her feel incredibly frustrated. She was terrified, yet she felt as though she might subject herself to ruin to feel his hands and mouth on her body again. 

She remained lying on her dragon, looking up at the sky until much time passed, and she saw an unfamiliar dragon flying through the sky. When it got closer, she realised it was Jace, on Vermax, and they landed nearby Meraxa, who had gotten up and was alert again, wry of this unfamiliar dragon. “She’s quite massive.” Jace said as he approached her. “Indeed. She never stays in the Dragonpit for long, unless it is to rest in the company of Dreamfyre or Sunfyre.” “Not Vhagar?” He asked, noting how she left out her brother’s mount. “She and Vhagar take to the skies together almost every day, but alas, Vhagar cannot fit in the dragon pit, so sometimes they go off and nest in solitude together somewhere else.” She replied.

Meraxa and Vermax sniffed at each other, somewhat communicating through loud screeches, then they both took flight, flying through the clouds and roaring at each other. 

Jace sat next to her on the ground, and they remained in silence until he said, “I’d like to apologise.” 

Her eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“I’m aware of your conversation with my mother and Daemon yesterday. I’m sorry her words upset you so. Perhaps she should have been more subtle, but I regret to say that when it comes to you the tact she usually possesses choses not to rear its head.” He told her. 

“You needn’t apologise for her, Jace. It isn’t the way she spoke, it’s what she asked of me. I’m sure you won’t be aware, but your mother has treated me horridly since the moment I was born. Her last words to me after she married Daemon were quite cruel, and yet she came and asked me to marry for her benefit. My duty is to marry for the good of my house, and the realm. Not your mother. I am sorry if that offends you.” She said.

“It does not. I confess, my mother has been rather tight lipped whenever I’ve mentioned you. But you are different from the rest of them, except maybe Helaena. Which is why I’ve never followed my mother in suit when in comes to you. I’ve gotten to know you for myself, and I hope one day, my mother will too.” He confessed. She snorted a laugh. “I’m afraid the time for that has long passed. She will hate me for the rest of our lives for our mother’s death. I see that quite clearly now.” “Maybe. But never give up hope.” “Hope has done me no good, it seems.” “We must all have hope. It is what gets us through the darkest times. Even just a small spark.” He said. She looked at him and gave him a small smile, which he returned. Talking to Jace felt safe, secure. She felt in control, a total stark contrast to how she felt the night before. “I’m afraid I should return. I’ve been gone since morning, and I am supposed to help Helaena make our favours for the tourney tomorrow.” She said, getting up and dusting off her riding  leathers. 

“Are you entering?” She asked him. He gave a cheeky smile and replied, “Maybe, maybe not. You’ll have to wait and see.” As their dragons landed nearby, and she mounted Meraxa, she said, “If you insist. But for now, I shall settle for a race back to the Dragonpit.” 

“Your wish is my command, Princess.” And so off they flew, the skies were filled with their laughter, until they landed in the Dragonpit. As they walked off to their horses to return to the Keep, Daenys grew to enjoy her nephew’s company. What she didn’t see, however, was Aemond, who stood hidden behind one of the walls of the Dragonpit, watching with a deadly look in his eye as she laughed freely with a man he despised. 

Aemond had to resist every urge in his body to walk across the Dragonpit and yank Daenys away from Jace. She had been gone all morning, and when he finally saw her, she appeared to have gone riding with their bastard nephew. Did she regret what they did?

She was avoiding him, she must be. 

He stormed back into the Keep, not even sure where he was headed until he burst through the doors of Aegon’s chambers, only to find him asleep with a woman that was not their sister in his bed. Aegon groaned at the noise, and said, “Brother, haven’t you heard it’s terribly rude to interrupt one’s sleep?” “Not when one has slept well into the afternoon.” He replied harshly. The woman was jolted awake by their exchange, and timidly slipped out of Aegon’s bed and pulled her dress on, dashing out of the room. “She was rather expensive, but those Dornish women are quite skilled. I can have her summoned later to ease your stress if you’d like.” Aegon said smugly as he drank from the glass of wine next to his bed. 

“I’ve no taste for whores, brother,” Aemond muttered as his eye roamed for something to punch. 

Aegon rolled his eyes. 

“It would do you good, you’re always so wound up.” 

“It would do you good to stop drinking more than a Bravosi sealord, yet you do not.” He spat. 

Aegon sighed exasperatedly.

“What is troubling you, dear brother?” He asked tiredly, his tone laced with annoyance at being woken. 

Aemond stopped pacing and said, “Do you know where our sister was all morning?” 

Aegon shrugged. 

“Dragonriding. With Jacearys.” 

Aegon’s face turned more serious at his brother’s words.

“So, he really has taken a liking to her.” Aegon muttered, refilling his glass. 

“That bastard needs to be dealt with.” Aemond growled.

“Indeed, they’ve much nerve walking the halls as though they own it. Bastards are quite bold.” He replied. 

“I’ve a good mind to kill him and his brother and feed them to Vhagar. I should have done it years ago.” Aemond said darkly. 

“Perhaps a more public display might humble our dear nephew, and remind them of his place,” Aegon suggested snidely. 

Aemond leaned against one of the posts of his brother’s four poster bed, looking at him expectantly. 

“Enter the tourney.”

“Tourneys are for brutish idiots.” Aemond instantly retorted.

“That may be, but Jacearys is entering the tourney. We both know you are better than I with the sword, so enter. Enter, claim our sister’s favour, and knock the bastard down a few pegs.” Aegon said. 

Aemond stood there seriously considering his brother’s suggestion. 

“Well, brother, it seems you’ve actually had a decent idea.” Aemond said. Aegon scoffed, “I told you I won’t jest when it comes to Daenys.” 

Aemond nodded, and made his decision. He was entering the tourney, and he was going to show the realm what the one eyed prince was capable of. 

Daenys hurried to her sister’s rooms, knowing she lost track of time on Meraxa. When she got to the doors, she saw Helaena and a woman that appeared to be one of her maids whispering in a manner that was definitely improper, and she cleared her throat as she entered. The maid jumped back in fear, and Daenys smiled at her politely, as scurried out of the room. Daenys sat at the table with Helaena, who avoided eye contact with her. The table was littered with flowers and ribbons of all sorts, but Daenys ignored them, determined not to do anything until she found out what was going on with her sister. Her sibling instinct told her it was more than a whisper. 

“What was that about?” She asked Helaena lightly. Her sister glanced at her nervously, and whispered, “You mustn’t tell a soul.” Daenys nodded, concerned, and leaned in to listen.

“My maid, her name is Diana. She- she and I had grown quite… close.” 

“Close?” 

Helaena blushed. “Sister…is she your lover?” Daenys whispered. 

Helaena’s face was red as she hid her smile. Daenys was shocked. “Does Aegon know?” She asked. Helaena giggled. “Who do you think helped me arrange it all?” Daenys couldn’t hide the shock on her face. Now she had to know. 

“One day when Aegon and I were with the children in the nursery, Diana came in to bring a message from mother, and when she left, Aegon asked if we were lovers. Of course I dismissed him, but he said he knew how two people looked at each other when they longed to be…intimate. I told him I had never, and he asked me if I wanted to, if I desired her.”

Daenys listened on intently. “After some probing, I admitted it to him. I was shocked when he said I should take her as my lover. But he said if he found satisfaction outside our marriage, so should I. So, he told me I should summon her to my rooms at night to help me ready for bed, and when I built up the courage to, well…” She blushed furiously. “What is it like?” Daenys asked lowly, eyeing the doors as they spoke. “It was a bit awkward at first, but the more you learn, the more wonderful it is. I never knew it could be so amazing with a woman.” She whispered the last part. 

Daenys remained silent, and Helaena asked nervously, “Do you think badly of me?” 

She realised what her silence made her sister assume and quickly said, “No, of course not. I am glad you’ve found happiness. I only urge you to be careful. You know how easy it is for unsavoury things to be said of a woman.” 

Helaena nodded, sighing in relief at her response. “At least there will be no bastards.” Daenys joked, to which they erupted into a fit of laughter. 

“Indeed. I am quite happy; Aegon and I love the children, he seeks his pleasure and I seek mine. I only pray you find happiness too.” Helaena said. 

Images of Aemond and the feel of his lips flashed through her mind, and she quickly nodded, bidding the images to stop haunting her. After spending the afternoon making their favours, she walked to her rooms to get ready, when she felt herself being pulled into an alcove. She squealed and raised her fist to fight back, but was met with a piercing blue eye that made her sigh in relief. She may be avoiding him, but better he pull her into a dark space than some attacker. 

“Gods, Aemond you scared me.” She gasped, catching her breath. “You’ve been avoiding me.” He said quietly. She avoided his eye, saying, “I haven’t. I’ve been busy, you know the tourney is tomorrow.” “Don’t I know it.” He muttered, running his finger along her jawline. “Aemond please, this isn’t safe, anyone could walk past.” She whispered. 

He ignored her pleas, wrapping his arm around her waist, and pulling her closer to him, their bodies pressed against each other. 

She sucked in a gasp as she felt his hardness pressing into her, and she felt her own arousal heighten. “Do you feel what you do to me, Ñuha perzys?” (My fire) he whispered as he inhaled her scent, his nose running long the expanse of her neck, causing her to shudder. 

She felt herself spiralling, spiralling into him, she should pull away, lock herself in her rooms, and yet…

She couldn’t bring herself too, his touch was a need for which she would never be able to satiate. She gripped the sleeve of his thick leather doublet and moaned quietly as he pressed his lips to her neck, kissing gently, then sucking hard, then licking the skin, sending shockwaves right to her undoubtably sopping centre. 

He kissed his way up her neck until he finally reached her lips, and she felt like a woman possessed when she pulled his lips to hers, their tongues dancing as they fought to consume each other, as though their need for oxygen paled in comparison for their need for each other. His hands roamed her body, cupped her breasts through her riding leathers, squeezing her ass, causing her to moan into him. 

It was rough, primal, she felt the dragonfire burning within her, as she laced her fingers in his hair and tugged gently, making him groan. She felt as though she could get drunk of this power she had over him. It was dangerous, it would ruin her, and yet she never desired anything more. 

A shout in the distance pulled them out of their daze, and she pushed him off her, both of them panting breathlessly. After the noise faded, he pulled her in again, and kissed her passionately, before pulling away to whisper, “The next time you run off alone with the Strong boy, remember he can never make you feel the way I can, sweet sister.”, before slipping out of the alcove, leaving Daenys there, speechless, with the lingering feeling of his hands of her body. 

[iniziare]

I love Solas' updated model so very much, don't get me wrong— but the urge to go back into DAI, fully modded so it smooths out his model, and get footage of the egg, is strong. But I don't know if I can bear the combat after the delight that is DAV's wonderful combat. But Solas, the footage of you in it is too good to pass up on.

What has brought this on? Well, he deserves to be the face/aesthetic of the blog for a bit, of course, but I can't/won't put potential spoilers in my header or anywhere, but also, the foundation of Solas in DAI is just... it's just fundamental. And also, the Trespasser footage, man, but also also, I miss Mr. Apostate Mage who breaks your heart in a million ways if you choose to go for Solavellan. It's always the apostate mages, folks.

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Chapter One: Valerius POV

Valerius let his gaze fall, the minutes ticking away in his mind as he let Nerva lead them further inward. She knew the way home. Although, he doubted they would make it farther than the outer markets they now walked sedately through.

This early only the most ambitious of merchants were already awake. A few stalls selling hot soybean milk or Riyukezu-style tea were raising their awnings and the vapors of their wares wafted over the street. The familiar aroma of sweet milk, roasted green tea, boiled corn, and tea-stewed eggs made Valerius’ stomach rumble. He had eaten sparsely, forcing down dry biscuits and drier jerky each day. It was enough not to starve, but not enough to truly satisfy. While most stalls catered to the tastes of the overwhelming Riyukezan majority, more than a handful were selling fare that was more readily found outside Riyushu. At one stall, the scent of spicy meat and corn masa reminded him so much of the meals he’d eaten the past few weeks—of Marya’s teary-eyed laughter and the frost on his lips from Arash’s tapping claw—that Valerius reined Nerva to a stop without conscious thought.

The vendor at the stall looked up from a large clay pot, steam pouring from the lifted lid like a newly erupted volcano. The man smiled and bowed the Riyukezan way, but greeted him in Mekshan, over-friendly and welcoming. Off-putting. But Valerius was already swinging down, his eyes on the neat rectangles wrapped in yellow corn husks and pressed close together, their tops open and the scent free. A sign proclaiming fresh tamales was painted directly onto the easily collapsible, moveable, clapboard stall.

“I’ve got meat and meatless, whatever you like, señor. And hot coffee, too,” the man said, waving towards a small kettle on an open-flame hob and a large sack full of glistening beans.

Valerius didn’t like heavy breakfasts. Coffee made his hands jitter. But he stared at the offerings, jaw tense and body unmoving. Silently, he reached for his pouch and took out the required tin coins and let them fall, one by one, into the man’s open palm. Dark eyes darted over Valerius’ face, and the Lance wondered what emotion he was seeing on the vendor’s face: confusion, amusement, or perhaps pity? The twist of the man’s lips and the rising of his eyebrows were baffling. The moment the man turned away and Valerius barely held back a sigh of relief.

“How about you get one of each, señor, and a cup of coffee? You’ve given me enough here for it. I’ll fix it up nice.”

“I.” Valerius stopped, lips pressing into a line as the man turned back. Dark skin, darker eyes, and a fringe of hair above the man’s upper lip that had curled up into a smile that seemed warm. Friendly with his voice. “I don’t drink coffee.”

“You got that Riyukezan look,” the man said, nodding slightly. “Why don’t you try it one more time? I’ve got a trick to it. I got Riyukezu coming back every day for a cup, you’ll see, señor.”

Just like Marya, never taking “no” for answer. Valerius’ lips twitched in an answering smile. After a tiny jerk of his chin down into a nod, the vendor picked up a can to pour in a generous amount of viscous white liquid that was too thick to be milk, then poured a ladle full of steaming black coffee into a mug. A powder too red and soft to be brown sugar followed. Valerius took the mug in a hand that completely dwarfed the small clay cup. It was sweeter than any coffee he’d ever tasted with a hint of spice that he finally recognized as cinnamon. Whatever face he seemed to be making had the vendor chuckling.

“Like I said, they come back every day,” he joked. “It’s sweet milk condensad.”