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multi-fandomedfreak · 1 year

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Logan and female!Reader learn two terms from each other (author's choice who learns what):

"Alexithymia," and "touch-starved."

(I see this as platonic, but it could work romantically as well!)

Authors note: I love this request so much and it’s kinda making want to write this with Spock lol. Anyway, yeah I’m gonna keep this kinda vague so it could work as either platonic or romantic.

Pairings: Logan x reader

⚠️ Warnings⚠️: fluff, tiny bits of angst if you squint

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Alexithymia…Logan read and re-read that word over and over again. It was one of those rare times that Logan didn’t know what a word meant.

He pulled the book closer to his face as if that would magically allow the definition to drift into his mind.

….Alexithymia…

Eventually let out a small sigh and put down the book onto his lap, letting his eyes wander over to the person sitting on the other side of the couch with him.

You. You had suggested reading as a way to spend time together even if the two of you didn’t talk while doing so. Reading wasn’t your first idea but ever since the storm outside cut the power, it was the only thing you could do.

The pouring rain banging against at the windows and the thunder booming from afar made the apartment rather cozy. Logan had lit candles for you two to be able to read which only added to the coziness. Even with something that was meant to be a bad thing you both managed to make it enjoyable.

It was nice. The both of you absorbed in your own stories but you still enjoyed each others presence. It was very peaceful for once in the usually chaotic apartment.

When he spoke your name, it felt out of place in the comfortable silence, so he decided to lower his from here on out. Once you had risen your head, signifying that he had caught your attention, he spoke once more.

“I am aware that I don’t usually ask this type of question but do you know the definition of the word ‘alexithymia’?” Logan muttered as he leaned forward so you could hear him more clearly.

Your eyes, illuminated by the soft golden glow of the candles, flickered to the side for a second as you thought of your response.

“Oh. It’s a word used to describe someone who… has trouble processing and displaying emotion.” Your eyes flickered back over to meet his and had a look of…familiarity. Like the word reminded you of something. Or someone.

The words definition struck a little closer to home to Logan than it had to you. Although he felt a little called out by it he also felt a strange sense of…relief. He couldn’t understand why but he felt as though his head had been cleared. Something about the word describing him made him feel something he couldn’t describe. ‘How fitting..’ he thought.

He must’ve been lost in thought because it took you calling his name three times for him to finally look up.

“You alright? You seemed a little lost there..” You gave him a small but comforting smile. He must’ve really been lost in thought as he hadn’t noticed you get closer to him. You were at arms length at this point and he could clearly see the worry in your eyes.

“Apologies, yes, I’m fine. I was simply…thinking.” Logan was at a lost for words, not able to put what he was feeling into a coherent sentence.

‘I suppose that word is more accurate than I thought’ Logan thought to himself. He could almost find it funny if it wasn’t for the fact that him relating to that word wasn’t a good thing. Then…why did he find it relieving?

Your voice grounded him back to reality before he could get more lost in his thoughts.

“It’s a little funny that just before you asked me what Alexithymia meant, I was about to ask you for the definition of a word myself.” You still kept your voice low as you scooted closer to him.

“Touch-starved. I’ve never heard that before.” Your voice was curious yet perplexed, an indication you were waiting to hear his response. You even had your book in your lap with a book mark underlining the sentence the word was on.

He turned to face you and noticed how you were fidgeting with the corner of the page. You had a habit of fighting with things when you got nervous about something or were in the process of contemplating something. He knew this much but whatever it was that you were nervous about…he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Touch-starved. A condition that occurs when an individual is not getting as much physical touch one needs.”

While Logan spoke, he couldn’t help but analyze you to see if you had gotten the same revelation he had.

That you familiarized yourself with this description.

He did see it. He saw the way your face changed to a look of realization. Like something had clicked. He decided to continue on with his explanation.

“People who are touch-starved crave physical affection from others but can’t seem to bring themselves to initiate it.”

You’re fidgeting had taken a pause as you processed this information. His eyes flickered over your face but you had long since moved your head as to not make eye contact with him.

Another wave of realization came over him. The thing you were nervous about was about initiating physical touch. The fidgeting, you growing closer…how could he not see this before? You had even done the same things in various occasions in the past.

You both stayed quite for a long moment, the only sound being that of the pouring rain and thunder outside. Logan made a motion to move his hand, hesitating for only a moment, before finally deciding to wrap it around your tense shoulders.

You stiffened even more for a second and moved your head to stare at him for a brief moment. Logan could feel the tension slowly leaving your shoulder once you realized what he was trying to do. Although you were still quite stiff as you weren’t used to this. Especially from Logan.

He didn’t know what to do after that so he just left his arm there for a minute before breaking the silence.

“Is this…ok?” He asked cautiously, hoping he wasn’t crossing any boundaries.

You didn’t respond for a minute, which worried him, but you were just trying to take it all in. You slowly started to lean into him and once you were comfortable, you let out a deep breath. The tension in your muscles left like it wasn’t even there in the first place.

Logan took this as a yes.

A few minutes went by and your eyes were dropping. The warmth of Logan’s body, the blanket and the rain outside all made it too cozy to stay awake. Logan was in the same boat and he was blinking more than usual to fight to stay awake. While he took off his glasses to rub his eyes, your gentle voice caught his attention.

“You were relieved because you finally had something to describe what you’re feeling. It made you feel less alone. Right?” You’re voice was thick with tiredness and it was only a matter of time before sleep took over you.

Logan was confused for a second before he remembered what had happened earlier. He looked down at you and was about to say something but stopped once he saw you had fallen asleep.

He was grateful. For you and your explanation. And for what seemed like the first time in forever, he could finally relax. For the first time he knew how he was truly feeling. And he knew he could count on you to be here like how you can count on him.

Logan hoped you two could do this again

That was his last thought before sleep pulled him into a peaceful slumber.

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muertarte · 1 year

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PARTIES: @muertarte @ohwynne

TIMING: Current

SUMMARY: Wynne visits MuertArte and asks Metzli about their painting.

WARNINGS: Blood (linked image of painting), Allusions to past Emotional Abuse

It wasn’t like they had never seen art before. Home had been filled with art prints, paintings of former patriarchs and interpretive drawings of the Protherian ways. Wynne, as a child, was fond of finger-painting and making sculptures of twigs and moss and dead things. They had been taught about a few classic and modern artists. Still, that didn’t mean they’d ever really been to a gallery. (Unless you counted the few paintings that hung in one of the motels they’d lived in, before Wicked’s Rest.)

Muertarte had fallen on their radar through the internet (as many things tended to, these days). It was close to work. It had new work. It was affordable. And so Wynne stood staring at a painting, a new experience added to their list: visiting a gallery and getting lost in what someone else made. What seemed to be smears of blood against flesh. Something lingering at the back of the canvas. They were engrossed for quite a moment, before stepping back and spotting a face familiar from their ventures online. “Hi.” They offered a small smile. “You’re the owner, right?” Eyebrows creased, eyes flicking from the plate next to the painting to Metzli. “And … the artist?”

With foot-traffic increasing at MuertArte, it was becoming abundantly clear that Metzli needed to hire more employees. Rachel had desperately needed a day off, and given that she was the only member of the team, Metzli could understand the exhaustion that came with that responsibility. They were more frustrated with the fact that they didn’t notice her tribulations sooner.

Then again, how could they? They had no use for sleep, and relating to people wasn’t the easiest thing for Metzli. It was a learning process, with a hell of a curve. They needed to persist, figure out what to do.

Only, they couldn’t anymore. Someone was asking for their attention.

“Hm?” Metzli halted their pacing and stepped toward the patron. Smelled human enough, but scent alone wasn’t always an indicator. Plenty of species had the same smell as humans. Only time would tell, if the stranger became a regular, that is. “That is me. Did you have questions?”

The question was so broad yet innocuous. Did you have questions? The answer was and always had been yes — Wynne's natural curiosity once just a simple persistent trait and now a part of their survival package. They looked at the painting again and wondered if you were even supposed to be asking questions.

They wanted to ask how this was done — how someone found the inspiration, the materials, the purpose to make something like this. Even more than that, they wanted to know what it meant. What it was, that made those red hand-prints.

Wynne ended up nodding. They had questions. Of course they did. They didn't understand a single thing.

"What is this?" They pointed to the shape behind the silhouette, in the right corner. "Behind the person?" Eyebrows creased. "If I can ask that, of course."

Curiosity was painted heavily on the person’s face. Like an artist layered oils over and over again, forming a question mark on canvas but making it look like anything but. It was refreshing, really. Someone so young actually interested in the arts. Metzli normally despised speaking to the younger crowd, knowing their use of slang went over their head, but they were inclined to listen and explain. Happily so.

“Is memory of someone.” Metzli looked at the painting with a mixture of reverence and displeasure. They had lovingly made the piece, but the motivation behind it was only pain. The ever empty soldier with their master behind them with every order. Filling them with whatever he needed.

“When I close eyes, sometimes I see past or how past makes me…feel?” If that was even the appropriate word. Maybe it was. The more Metzli existed in their freedom, the more subtle pangs of emotion they felt. Still mostly numb, but something came through more often. “Do you…have any more questions? Ask all you want.”

Wynne’s eyes moved from the painting to the painter and back, trying to look at it with this information in the back of their mind. Teeth dug into their bottom lip, brows creasing in thought. Memory was such a tricky thing: it was something they preferred to run from, and when it caught up with them, it never looked like this. Always sharp, with bright contrast and clear color. But maybe they understood. They were always wondering if the ones they left were standing behind them.

They nodded, finally looking back at the other. “I get that. In the quiet and the dark, that’s when memories seem closest.” It felt true enough, what they said, albeit a bit foreign. As if they were just playing at being honest. But it felt intimate, to ask about this piece of art.

“It’s like a hug.” Their fingers danced in the direction of the hands on the painting without touching the canvas. “Right? The bloody prints.” It wasn’t really a question, more an observation. “Or that’s what I see. I guess.”

That was one way to see it. Though it wasn’t the vision they had for the painting, Metzli enjoyed hearing every viewer’s take. Every conversation was different, the replies solely between the painting and its observer. Those whispers said more about them than it did the artist. It was like getting a peek inside someone’s head without having to utter a single word. But Metzli had, and they couldn’t help but input their meaning as requested.

“For me,” They began, bringing their hand up to mimic the painting, palm facing them. “Is letting go. Giving to what is behind. What it…” Metzli relaxed their arm, letting it fall to their side. “What it takes. No choice.” There was a kind of darkness interwoven in the words, reaching farther than the unemotional voice Metzli had. “A hug would have been much better.” They maintained their stoic face, but took the opportunity to look back at their guest, almost inquiring them further.

They preferred their interpretation, the idea that bloody handprints could be something comforting. That even when stained with death, there was connection. But Metzli’s explanation seemed more fitting for both the painting and Wynne’s own experience and it made them halt for a moment. Their moment of consideration had them looking back at what they’d abandoned themself.

“Oh. Right. No, I see it now.” If there had been a change in Metzli’s voice, there was one in theirs too. “Letting go isn’t always easy, right? There’s a price to pay sometimes.” Wynne didn’t know what it was or would be, but they had imagined their parents and brother’s reactions over and over. Sometimes they wondered if they should just return. If the weight on their chest would be gone, then. “Would they –” They gesture at the figure in the painting. “– ever go back, do you think?”

Metzli nodded, watching as recognition began to take shape on the viewer’s expression. They enjoyed art, interpreting it and connecting with it. Getting a firsthand look at something like that wasn’t as common as the vampire wanted it to be.

With the hustle and bustle of the gallery, there was hardly enough time to observe and appreciate the work they had put in to shed light on artists who would otherwise go unnoticed. That was fine, though, Metzli thought. It made moments such as that one that much more prevalent. Told the curator to stop and smell the roses, so to speak. The saying didn’t make much sense to them though because they were listening.

“Is hard to let go, yes.” Metzli looked back at the painting, shoulders tensing. “Even if the thing you hold is bad for you.” At the question, they furrowed their brows together, thinking pensively. The answer was a heavy one, and it depended on a lot of factors. Would Metzli go back to what the painting inspired? No. Would they go back to receive the punishment for hurting those they swore to save from the man in the painting? Yes.

“Answer is to be found. Changes everyday.” Metzli backed away slowly, taking a deep breath and softening their expression to appear friendlier. “What is your name?”

Wynne couldn’t help but wonder what they’d paint, if they had the skill. They’d most likely take the cowardly way and paint landscapes and critters, avoiding what Metzli had put onto canvas: something true and deep-cutting. Visualizing and immortalizing their memories seemed like a challenge they couldn’t yet face. And so they felt some hint of admiration for the other. A painting like this couldn’t just come to be, could it? There had to be something accessed for it.

They let the other’s words run circles in their head. It had been bad, what they’d left behind, but it had been good too. Wynne felt quite evil for having turned their back, most days. “But maybe it’s for the best sometimes.”

Their gaze moved from the painting to the artist, a sad smile tugging at their lips. “That makes complete sense. I’ve found things aren’t as black and white as I thought them to be. Or want them to be.” They stepped back a little too, the painting making their mind heavy. “I’m Wynne. And yours?”

Well, the heavy topic at hand wasn’t what the vampire was expecting to have that day. Not with someone so young. Or perhaps, Metzli thought, Wynne may be an old soul? Undead and immortal just like them. That was to be discovered, though.

“Black and white…” Metzli narrowed their eyes, having hear the turn of phrase before. They searched their brain, not having faith in someone so young to explain. When they remembered a conversation with Honey, Metzli stood tall and nodded in agreement. “Colors meant to be mixed. Not much is so easy to explain or understand. Do not understand my history and I lived it.”

With a hum, the vampire stepped toward the information plate, tapping it. “Am the painter, owner, and curator of MuertArte. Metzli Bernal. You are not so bad to meet, Wynne.” It was true. As far as the younger crowd goes, Wynne had actual value in their words. Metzli thought that may be deserving of a special tour. “If you like this, am free and can give you a show around.”

Wynne decided they liked art galleries, right then and there. It offered a way to put things in a different context, to relate to them from an artpiece’s view without opening up one’s chest and showing another one’s deepest truth.

They gave a little sound of recognition at the other’s words, lips pushing together in a little scrunch. “Me neither.” But there was little they understood. Past, present, future: all of it seemed to stand on shaky legs, like one of the freshly born lambs. “It’s all so much more complex than you might first think, right? Like your painting.”

Their cheeks flushed, slightly. “Oh, right.” Wynne’s mind had run off again, thinking in circles and metaphors, too busy with nostalgia and fear to remember where they were. “It’s nice meeting you, Metzli.” And it was, truly. There was delight in finding kindness in the people Wynne and their people had so often pitied and condemned. “I’d really like that. What would you like to show me next?”

Metzli didn’t know why, but they were inclined to chuckle at Wynne’s density at the moment. Maybe it was endearing, in a way. Fumbling words and being so in the moment that it was easy to forget you were standing in reality, lost to the one in your head. Metzli could understand that very well.

Many of the worlds that kept them safe from pain still exist. They knew, deep down, they kept them alive and hidden in each paint stroke. But that was an introspection for later. The tour Wynne accepted was much more appealing. “Have many items to show. Know all about them and framed some. Can tell you about the process of that too.” Metzli waved for Wynne to follow as they turned, excited to be in their element.

“Come, there is a lot.”

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hollyoongs · 5 months

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0.02: | 𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘

Wind it back, I'll take it slow.

Leave you with that afterglow

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕smut with plot ﹕+ 5.3k

contains: voyeurism, oral (male and female), praise kink, boob guy Heeseung, Heeseung has a lip ring (IT'S IN FACT A WARNING), slight degratation, sex-tape, shower sex, doggy style, face off, bullseye, stand-up position. ┈─★

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

seven masterlist [here]

monday || wednesday

In the stillness of the room, you moved on to your bed, reliving the events of the morning. Your limbs spread gracefully, grabbing the bed space. A pleasant surprise seized you when you realized that a loose shirt covered your figure, guarding your underwear. However, Heeseung's absence baffled you. Usually, after an intimate encounter, the presence next to you awaited a passionate sequel before returning to the dream realm, a custom that you vehemently hated. So finding the empty space in your bed made you frown.

Your mobile device was still connected, indicating its full load. The clock was ticking around two o'clock in the afternoon, and a sense of renewal overwhelms you completely. Your thoughts slipped into the past event; a shy blush colored your cheeks. You still couldn't fully assimilate yourself to the whims of your hormones at the time. However, you recognized that you had experienced one of the most rewarding moments in sexual terms in a long time.

Heeseung had not only led you into questioning the talk that circulated around his erotic life (a subject that, thanks to his closeness, he didn't know at all), but also fulfilled a fantasy that, until that day, you didn't know you had inside. A familiar aroma permeating the atmosphere induced you to close your eyes and set out on the way to the kitchen, being welcomed by Heeseung's wide back and silky blue garment, thus encouraging its anticipation.

In the apartment, you found an unexpected scene: the kitchen island was decorated with two scrambled eggs, orange juice, and two bowls full of fruit, and one of them had your favorite cut into delicate portions. Your gaze rested on Heeseung, who was concentrating on its elaboration with an uncharacteristic intensity. You knew well that Heeseung's culinary skills barely extended beyond instant food, such as ramen, so seeing this filled your heart with warmth.

"Oh, you're awake. Good afternoon. Did you rest well?" The first lights of the day stroked their faces as you nodded slightly, moving towards the area where the utensils were waiting for their use.

"Yes, I wonder why you didn't wake me up." Heeseung turned off the electric stove, adding more food to one of the plates before taking it to the table.

"After our night, you were exhausted. I put you in those clothes, and we didn't share the bed to keep you from feeling uncomfortable. " Hiding a subtle smile after his departure, you found some sweetness in the action. Didn't I want to disturb you after the night they shared? It may sound stupid to have the answer before, but it was strange that he Lee Heeseung thought about it.

Of course, Heeseung had been receptive to Sunghoon's messages after that episode, encouraging him to seize the opportunity and conquer you. As a result, he was immersed in a reflection on his current situation. I knew that this approach was not the best way to earn your heart. Sex could easily be misinterpreted as a simple means of satisfying physical desires, and that perception began to weigh on him with some resentment. However, the memory of your bright eyes, widening as he shortened the distance between them, with your lips inviting him to join in a passionate kiss, unleashed his words, releasing them without any filter. And he had not spared in his sinful intentions, wishing to experience such a connection until the last of his days. Despite having promised himself, he was still in some sort of ecstasy.

The atmosphere was instantly illuminated by your presence, and sometimes the "breakfast" went to the background. In fact, time seemed to fade, and when they noticed, their mobile phones indicated that it was almost 4 p.m. You suddenly got up when you realized the delay, leaving Heeseung looking at you nervously.

"Do you have a plan for today?" When you asked that, he denied it, which made you smile.

"Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking of exploring the city to add new images to my professional portfolio. I'm not sure when I'll be back. Would you like me to bring you something for dinner?

"I'll go with you." — The inclusion of Heeseung in your plans baffled you; you couldn't help but show your perplexity. Heeseung spoke again. "I have to buy a gift for my nephew, who is about to turn four." The almost unnoticed pucher on Heeseung's lips was exposed thanks to your laughter.

Without waiting for Heeseung to respond, you quickly went to the bathroom, where you began your routine with almost choreographed precision. You had opted for a simple yet elegant outfit: sandals that highlighted the beauty of your skin and a long turquoise dress that fell gracefully on your figure. A spacious wallet hung from your shoulder, ready to house your camera, wallet, cell phone, and sunglasses. When you left his apartment and found Heeseung waiting for her, he stopped for a moment to appreciate the view. He wore a loose shirt, fresh black loose pants, and white shoes that turned an apparently basic set into a fashion statement. His eyes crossed, and Heeseung couldn't help but stare at you before he gave you a sweet smile.

"Are we…

"You look beautiful." The words were suspended in the air, and the blush on your cheeks seemed to shift to Heeseung's. Quickly, he scratched, indicating that you could pass first while he held the apartment door. You passed by his side, lowering your head to hide the smile on your lips, but you raised it to thank the boy.

When both were inside, Heeseung's hands skillfully placed themselves on the steering wheel, the journey developing in a silence that, although serene, began to weigh on them. To break the ice, Heeseung pressed the Bluetooth icon in the car and made a gesture to you to choose the music for the trip to the beach. You went under your playlist entitled "I like you" and randomly picked out a song: Mario's "Skippin'". You noticed how Heeseung's fingers kept pace on the wheel, and you heard his low voice accompanying the song. You couldn't look away from the boy, bewitched by how sweet and serene his voice was. Heeseung, realizing your attention, stared at you, his smile growing softly.

"What's the matter?" Heeseung questioned, turning his gaze to the road.

"Would you believe me if I told you I forgot you were part of the music production race for a second?" Heeseung opened his eyes with surprise, and you laughed softly.

"We've shared a lot of time as roommates, and didn't you remember I'm in the music faculty?"

"I'm sorry, I guess I got confused with your brother, who was studying engineering."

"Come on, have you heard me sing?" When you said an almost quiet "no," he opened his eyes wide.

"Sing to me," you said, and you could see Heeseung confidently lowering a little bit the music, enoguh to still maintain the rhythm of the song.

At a red light, he stopped the car and made a gesture as if he had a microphone in his hand and an ear. "From the moment I saw you, I knew that. You were all that I wanted in a woman. From your style to your walk to your fragrance, Baby girl, you got my heart skippin'. "

Unwillingly, your heart gave out, as the song said. Maybe it was this new facet I was discovering in Heeseung or the firmness with which he uttered those four sentences, but I had to admit that either one of them made your heart feel warm for a short second.

They embarked on their escape, the sun painting the sky with warm tones as they advanced towards the coast. The atmosphere was filled with palpable enthusiasm, and the conversation flowed naturally, mixed with the murmur of the wind and the waves that finally made themselves heard as they lowered the windows of the vehicle. You didn't know how many songs had passed or the time you spent watching the window while playing random questions between them; Heeseung was the one who most appreciated the moment. Heeseung strove hard in his words, seeking the right measure between frankness and subtlety, each prayer woven with the intention of revealing his interest without overwhelming.

"We're here!" Finally, after a long journey that seemed endless, you and Heeseung arrived at their desired destination, and excitement was reflected on your face. You couldn't hold back a cry of joy at the sight. As you expressed your excitement, Heeseung turned off the vehicle with a smile on his face and began to gather his belongings. And when Heeseung said 'his belongings', he was referring to your bag, which was full of essentials for the getaway, and a pair of sunglasses he had put in the glove compartment of the car once and never left.

Following his usual routine (which he could get used to if it was with you), Heeseung circled the car normally and opened the door for you to get out. You exited the vehicle with a beaming smile on your face and took a moment to observe your surroundings. The view was simply breathtaking. The tide was surprisingly calm, reflecting the serenity of the place, as the sun showed signs of beginning to say goodbye on the horizon with warm colors painting the sky. What caught your attention the most was the lack of people in the area, which made you feel an insatiable curiosity and the promise of a relaxing and private getaway.

"I can't help but think that the photos you're taking today will further improve your already impressive portfolio. No one knows this part of the beach, and what better way than to show it to you?" Heeseung smiled with a hint of complicity; the sun gilded his skin, and his eyes sparkled with genuine admiration.

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you settled your camera in his hand. "Don't believe it; there's always room for improvement. But thank you for the vote of confidence and for this place."

The beach presented itself as a perfect canvas for creativity that was just a stone's throw from your head. Captivated by the interplay between water and light, you captured images skillfully, focusing on seemingly trivial details that came to life through your lens. While working, your eyes occasionally found Heeseung, whose profile marked a harmonious silhouette against the horizon, immersed in thoughts of his own. In a fleeting instant, while you meticulously adjusted your camera controls, you managed to immortalize an image that transcended simple photography. In the picture was Heeseung, completely absorbed in his own contemplation, alien to the lens that framed him, radiating an intense and almost palpable tranquility. The snapshot did not merely capture its mere physical appearance; instead, it froze in time a state of being that spoke of introspection and authenticity, as if Heeseung's very essence had been caught at that time.

In the night, you decided to organize a photo shoot with Heeseung as your model, and he gladly accepted. Although the previous images that I had previously taken focused mainly on landscapes, everyday objects, and occasionally artistic pieces, photographs of people in his portfolio were scarce. In that session, Heeseung became part of a select group of individuals in your professional portfolio, along with your sister and her partner. Although Heeseung was reluctant to admit it and was nervous about the compliments that sprang from your mouth by their nature when modeling, the camera seemed to love him unconditionally, capturing his innate photogeny despite his limited modeling experience.

Some time later, as the sun began its slow descent into the ocean, Heeseung found himself in possession of your chamber once again. With surprising skill, he framed a photograph of you, absorbed in contemplating the horizon. The last golden rays of the afternoon caressed your face, bathing it in a light that gave it an ethereal and magical aura.

"I think you deserve a memory of yourself, don't you?" Heeseung whispered, and you looked back at him, finding his eyes full of sincerity and something else, something that seemed to resonate deeply.

The sun finally plunged into the sea, painting the sky with burning tones, and both knew it was time to return. They walked back to the car, conversations flowing like a quiet stream, as they had done with the idea. As they parted ways from the beach, Heeseung couldn't help but stare at you with a special glow in his eyes.

"It's been a wonderful day. Thank you for accepting my company." His words were simple but full of meaning, like a message not fully expressed.

You gave him a gentle smile, feeling a warm thrill to walk around your chest, changing to one of terror almost instantly. "Damn Heeseung, we forgot your nephew's gift!"

Heeseung threw a tantrum without stopping the car, despite your constant complaints. He looked at you for a moment before settling a lock of your hair behind your left ear before looking back at the front, without forgetting your nervous image from the action.

"It was an excuse to come with you. I like being by your side."

Returning to the apartment, you plopped down exhausted on the sofa, while Heeseung headed straight to the kitchen to prepare some ramyeon, his specialty, and bring some water for you. Glancing at his phone, he noticed that the day was about to come to an end. It was only logical; they had spent the day at Busan Beach, a trip that had taken their time both going and coming back. Besides, they had been so absorbed in each other that they had forgotten to eat since then, and their stomachs were growling with hunger.

In just fifteen minutes, both of them were ready. Heeseung came out of the kitchen with the ramyeon packets and corresponding chopsticks in one hand, looking around the room for you.

"Where are you?"

"I’m in my room!" The answer came from your room, prompting Heeseung to move calmly to where you were. There, he saw you sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes, with a frown on your face and your hands hidden inside one of them.

He sat down across from you, setting the groceries on the desk.

"Do you need help?"

"I'm looking for a pink charger; my camera is dead, and I want to look at the photos one more time. Can you help me?" Without waiting for an answer, you continued rummaging through the box. Meanwhile, Heeseung picked up another box and began to do the same. Amidst the jumble of objects, in one of the boxes, he found several wires—black and white. Fortunately for him, at the bottom, among the wires, the coveted pink wire appeared.

"I found it!" You smiled cheerfully at the sight of the charger and immediately plugged it into your device. Heeseung, on the other hand, headed to the desk to pick up his food, followed by you. For the first time, a comfortable silence reigned in the room as you two were practically inhaling the food with delight. You finished first and waited for Heeseung to finish as well before going to wash both of their cutlery. Heeseung looked at the contents of the open boxes out of curiosity and found a camcorder. In a lucky strike, the camcorder had a functioning battery and was in good working order.

You joined him a few seconds later, flashing a bright smile. "What are you doing?"

"I found this. Was it for a class?"

"Remember a show called “Good Luck, Charlie”? Yuna and I wanted to make vlogs for our younger cousin, but we didn't do anything, and that's why it's as good as new. " Heeseung started a recording, focusing only on you.

"Well, it works wonders. You do justice to the quality of the camera with your beauty." The words flowed out of Heeseung, and it made you start to strike funny poses to hide your emotions. "Do you think it has enough memory?"

"Definitely, I think it could record for more than two hours." Heeseung stopped the recording and stood up when he noticed that it was past midnight. It was finally Tuesday.

"I'll go brush my teeth and take a shower again. Rest well." Heeseung wrapped your arm in a gentle squeeze before he stepped out of the room.

You pulled your nightwear out of your drawer and headed to the bathroom, not forgetting your cell phone and even taking the camcorder with you without noticing it. You felt a little silly noticing that you had taken the camcorder with you and didn't even bother to return it. As you prepared the bathtub, you chose your favorite music and let the warm water run over your body once you were immersed in it, relaxing. The shampoo washed your hair as you enjoyed a small scalp massage. Then, you lathered your entire body to remove the sand and sunscreen that had adhered to your skin under the scorching sun.

A knock on the bathroom door startled you, and since you already knew who the culprit was, you opened the door and caught Heeseung's eye with a raised toothbrush. Heeseung looked surprised; he may have already seen you completely naked yesterday, but now you were pouring water, and your relaxed face made his thoughts fly to places they shouldn't be.

"Hey, do you have… Why did you bring the camcorder in?" The curious tone was very obvious in his words, and you made a gesture to underplay the importance of the matter. Heeseung shook his head to focus on what he came in for. "Do you have any toothpaste? I'm out of mine."

"Come in and wash up if you want; I'm almost done showering anyway." You opened the door a little wider, allowing Heeseung to enter the bathroom. As you headed back to the shower, he planted himself in front of the sink. The mirror in front of him was fogged up, and his hand unconsciously moved to wipe it clean. The sight of you running your hands through your hair and body mesmerized Heeseung almost instantly. He brushed his teeth quickly, and as he was about to grab the towel lying beside him to dry himself, his eyes fell on the camcorder.

An idea popped into his mind as he opened the camcorder. The notion of having a memory of the two of them sharing a moment in this remote place caused a wave of excitement to run through his entire body.

"Can I join you in the shower?" The words escaped Heeseung's lips and hung in the air, heavy with palpable tension. The room was steamy, and the sound of your shower created an intimate atmosphere.

Time seemed to halt as they both awaited your response—a second that stretched like an eternity. Heeseung's heart pounded in his chest as he held the camcorder, waiting, wishing she would accept.

"Yes, you can, Heeseung." You surprised yourself with the affirmative answer you let out. Heeseung turned around, finding himself face-to-face with you, creating eye contact immediately, without even breaking it for a second, and especially when he removed the shirt from his body. You couldn't help but smile as you noticed the purple stains on the opposite body scattered as the garment came off the boy's body, and Heeseung indeed did the same; hickeys staining your breasts and part of your nipples were seen with admiration thanks to the water that made them stand out.

The atmosphere in the small bathroom room became even more heated with the intimacy of the two; the passion and desire in Heeseung's eyes were unmistakable. You stepped out of the tub straight toward the boy, and your hands stopped at Heeseung's warm body, creating a temperature contrast with the slightest touch. Your hands traveled from his chest to the nape of his neck, and Heeseung took you by surprise as he kissed your cheek. Heeseung's fingers stopped at your waist tentatively, with his thumbs making circles on your skin, sliding easily.

You responded with a brief kiss on Heeseung's lips, a gesture that made him embrace you fully. They indulged in the delight of emotions surging between them, as if the day before they hadn't even touched each other and had longed for this day like someone who hasn't eaten in years.

Your fingers slid down toward the elastic of the garments that still covered Heeseung's body, tugging down gently. A sigh escaped your lips and got lost on the boy's lips, sealing their complicity in that intimate and passionate moment. Heeseung kicked his legs slightly to remove his clothes and took you in his arms. The water still falling into the empty tub made you push him right under the stream of water, but the boy pulled you with him to dive into another passionate kiss under the water.

Heeseung's hands went down to your bottom, gently kneading your skin with his lips and descending to the other's neck. Heeseung's erection became more evident as the seconds passed while he relished in your caresses and the sighs that came out of you. You moved back a few steps until your back hit the wall, your leg moving to Heeseung's hip, causing both intimacies to come into contact. He slowly swayed his hips in a back and forth motion without fully entering into you with the intention of lubricating himself with the fluids that were already flowing out of your intimacy.

You watched the mirror in front of you with your eyes narrowed in pleasure, which was only increasing. Heeseung's back was in your full view, and you ran your hands over it. As you moved down, the video recorder caught your attention, your eyes focusing on the boy's back and the device. With some reluctance, you pulled Heeseung's body away from yours until, walking straight to the camera, you reached for the power button, turning the small screen to watch as the lens was focusing on your ravaged neck and Heeseung stepping out of the tub to come towards you. You mashed the record button and turned to see it start. Heeseung raised one of his eyebrows playfully until you devoured his lips once more.

"A little souvenir? " You nodded as you heard Heeseung's shaken voice after the kiss, and you gave a little jump as you felt Heeseung's palm land on your ass. "Then I'll make it unforgettable."

Heeseung grabbed the camera, and they stepped back into the shower. He left the camera in the corner of the tub as they let the stream of water flow their way in the midst of the kiss the two shared, your tongue being bitten by the mischievous boy, and Heeseung's fingers tangling in your hair. Just as it happened the day before, You dropped to your knees, the water covering your hips, your lips going straight to the boy's balls, making Heeseung close his eyes in satisfaction. Your right palm caught his erection perfectly at a speed he couldn't care less about; the minutes ticked by, and with them went the boy's moans. Your tongue now ran all over his shaft, and before you continued, Heeseung's hand was exchanged for yours.

His free hand went to the camera until he could see you through it with both hands pleasuring your breasts and his hand with his member, providing gentle caresses. His index finger and thumb took your chin to draw you close, and he gently touched your reddish lips with the tip of his swollen erection to get you to open them. Heeseung wouldn't lie about it, but you were almost one hundred percent sure that you could be the only person to make hi, cum with an oral like a virgin. You loved giving oral; it made your chest swell with pride, and for you to have the same guy who everyone said wouldn't even flinch at oral swoon at your touch was another level of satisfaction.

"God, don't stop." You had no such intentions. Now, with his eyes fixed on the lens, you moved your head up and down quickly. Heeseung watched the screen and had to bite his lower lip as he felt his dick growing bigger in your mouth as a clear sign of his future climax. With a few suckers and feeling the boy's semen touching your mouth walls, you opened your mouth, leaving the seed free on your face and part of your tongue. Heeseung positioned the camera so that the tub could be seen with them and kissed you, your fluids mixed with his. As grotesque as it sounds, the boy loved it, especially when he bit your lip and you moaned, letting your tongue show his essence still on your tongue.

They both stood up again, and it was Heeseung's turn to kneel down. His nose collided with your clitoral area, and the palms of his hands went straight to your knees, rubbing a little after your previous action. Your hands went to the boy's hair, unconsciously tugging on it slightly as you felt his lips stop at your vaginal lips in a chaste kiss. Now it was you who couldn't take your eyes off the boy's big eyes, from which you could notice the mischief in them and the intentions he had.

"Are you all right?" you nodded, blushing, getting a sly smile to show on the boy's face at the sight. He squeezed your legs, massaging your thighs to his liking as he moved up to your buttocks, pulling you even closer to his face. It didn't take long for Heeseung to give little licks on that sweet little button of yours and for his fingers to collect the natural lubricant he was already doing all over your intimacy for the purpose of a well-deserved pre-game. The delight on your face made Heeseung know he was doing it right. The volume of your voice increased as Heeseung's tongue created a variety of circles on your clitoral area and his fingers finally entered to prepare you. Your walls were enclosed so that Heeseung couldn't help but sigh in delight, causing a small sensation to run through you.

Your hips began to move slightly, which was not unnoticed by Heeseung, who, with his free hand, gave a gentle but firm squeeze on your left cheek.

"Don't move." You were surprised at the tone, but it was all the more surprising that the commanding tone made you lubricate even more and your core throb with it. Heeseung made a mental note of it and spanked you, making you jump. He paused for a moment to make your leg rest on his shoulder, and you couldn't have felt any hotter.

Both the speed of his tongue and the boy's fingers were increasing; your moans were more and more noticeable, and you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep your modesty, as if yesterday you had not had sex with Heeseung (and Sunghoon as a spectator) on the balcony. Heeseung could now tell that the grip on his hair hurt, but the boy simply took it as an incentive to continue his actions. Heeseung could see your legs shaking and your body having little spasms from the wave of pleasure.

"Heeseung, God!" You let out a high moan as, in a moment, his tongue began to penetrate you and his thumb was now creating rapid movement on your swollen clitoral area, feeling liberated as you reached your climax. To Heeseung, it wasn't enough; he returned to the clitoral as fast as he could and grabbed your ass completely so that you wouldn't move.

Now you were again quivering with pleasure. As much as you tried to push Heeseung away, they both didn't want to. He gave one last suck on your clitoral area before slowly standing up. They were both the same again, lips swollen and reddish glossy with fluids, hickeys on their inner thighs, and heaving breaths; the only difference was that you looked tired, and you hated it. The tall man cupped your face gently and planted soft kisses down your neck and collarbones.

"Do you want to stop? We can do it if you want."

"I want to ride you again." Heeseung expected anything but that, yet he had no choice but to sit in the tub. Heeseung didn't realize he had moved the cover a little to keep the water in, took a seat on the tub's floor, and you stretched a little to open a drawer and take out a lubricant. You dropped the contents of it on top of Heeseung's second erection and spread it once, closing your eyes as you felt Heeseung's kisses all over your chest, lining up and sliding down until both pelvises collided in a rapid fashion because of how wet you were.

You decided to torture him a little, moving your hips in a slow circular motion. The boy's head was thrown back on its own accord, and the girl leaned down to kiss his prominent Adam's apple. Heeseung loved how your walls embraced him, surrounding him and bringing him to life, just as it was happening at that very moment, his eyes now locked on the almost nonexistent bouncing your perfect breasts made, his teeth gently catching your lower lip, and his eyes struggling not to close and not to give in to his impulse, because with those movements, he knew what you wanted.

"Want me to help you? " He didn't wait for an answer, and finally, he landed a loud spank with both palms, waking you up on top of him and massaging a little to relieve the pain. "I won't be gentle."

"Don't be" It started quickly; you still had the effect of the past orgasm, and Heeseung was fucking you with such speed while holding your hips, which was not helping at all. Now your breasts were bouncing in time with the thrusting, and one of them was caught by Heeseung, who realized that just licking your nipples while fucking you made you orgasm.

"Heeseung…"

"What's wrong? You can't continue anymore?" Heeseung didn't stop his movements and even grabbed your jaw with slight strength so that you wouldn't stop looking at him.

"Keep going, please. Don't stop for the sake of it."

"Do I make you feel good? Do you like it? " An eager nod from you was enough for him to pull you away and position you so that your butt was in his view while you were being focused on by the camera. You moved your head precisely where you should look. "Can you be good and watch the camera until you cum?"

You nodded again, and Heeseung became even faster with his movements. Heeseung would lift your head all the way up as you dropped it through the heat waves of their intimacy, so much so that Heeseung put together a makeshift ponytail with your hair, lifting almost all of your body out of obligation.

"Can you behave the fuck up?"

"I'm sorry, Hee, but it feels so good." Heeseung grabbed your jaw again, his thumb playing with your lower lip and reaching all the way inside your mouth. You sucked it fervently, and his free hand caught your breasts.

"Good girl, taking me whole."

"Damn it, Lee, I'm going to cum."

You felt a new knot in her lower belly, and Heeseung only needed his fingers to make you feel like a virgin. The knot is now being released as he pinched both of your nipples and played with your clitoral area simultaneously, squirting absolutely all over Heeseung's pelvis and you totally sprawled out in the tub. Heeseung watched in delight as you squirted while he felt his own release, pulling out anyway and releasing his final shots of cum on your lower back. Heeseung grabbed the camera to capture the beautiful sight and moved to your tired face.

"So precious and delicate." Your finger ran one last time over Heeseung's shaft and smeared his semen as if it were a moisturizer, licking him again and even venturing a little to lower the camera of the opposite hands to focus on Heeseung's little bit of cum dribbling down on your pussy. Heeseung sighed. "You're going to kill me one day, you fucking goddess."

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ulfwolf · 2 years

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Perspectives -- Musing 297

The human take on protons, electrons: How can something be so small?

The Universe’s take on us humans: How can something be so small?

It is all a question of perspective, isn’t it? Astro-scientists tell us that the physical universe these days measures roughly 92 billion lightyears in diameter (yes, billion). This, of course, is a virtually inconceivable distance.

Lightyears.

Light, that makes it from our sun to our planet in eight minutes; light that can circle our Earth—at the equator—seven-and-change times in a single second. This selfsame light would take 92 billion (yes, again, billion) years to cross the universe. That is roughly twenty times the age of our planet. It is, in other words, a very, very, very (ad infinitum) long time.

Still, it all fits inside this one little word: distance. And it certainly can be relative: for a being the size of the universe, heck, it’s no size at all. It’s simply here and now. Hand to outstretched hand. End of story.

To a cell, the human body is inconceivably large.

To a water molecule—and there is a bunch of them sloshing about in us—the enormity of the body must approach the enormity of the universe as seen by us.

Still, it remains a question of perspectives. A lot of very smart people have pondered these questions and some of them have shared their musings.

Erwin Schrodinger, for one, in his book “What is Life?” pondered this size relationship between atoms and our physical bodies.

“To begin with,” he writes, “they [molecules] are very small indeed. Every little piece of matter handled in everyday life contains an enormous number of them.

“Many examples have been devised to bring this fact home to an audience, none of them more impressive than the one used by Lord Kelvin: Suppose that you could mark the molecules in a glass of water [say, paint them yellow]; then pour the contents of the glass into the ocean and stir the latter thoroughly so as to distribute the marked molecules uniformly throughout the seven seas [and its various depths]; if then you took a glass of water anywhere out of the ocean [yes, at any depth], you would find in it about a hundred of your marked [yellow] molecules.”

Oh, man. I knew they were small, but that small?

He goes on to explain, “The actual sizes of atoms lie between about 1/5000 and 1/2000 of the wavelength of yellow light. The comparison is significant because the wavelength roughly indicates the dimensions of the smallest grain still recognizable in the microscope. Thus it will be seen that such a grain [say, of sand] still contains thousands of millions of atoms.”

Schrodinger then goes on to ask not why atoms are so small, but why are we so big. Good point, no? His discussion takes off from there, but that’s a matter for another musing.

As we go about our daily lives, we don’t worry too much about these various sizes, neither the immensity of the universe nor the minisculeness of the atom, but I think we’re well served to reflect on this now and again, if for no other reason than to face the wonder, the miracle of the world now and again.

Perspectives.

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ljblueteak · 2 years

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Steve Race, narrator of Our World/BBC employee on working with the Beatles for the Our World broadcast:

“I greeted George Martin and was introduced by him to the four most famous people on earth.

John Lennon, slightly stocky in build, was preoccupied writing out words on a large scrap pad. Paul McCartney, alert and slightly cocky, was gently needling George Martin, who in his turn was sitting at the piano keyboard sketching out string parts for the forthcoming band rehearsal. George Harrison, dark and withdrawn, was fingering chords and doodling melodic figures on his guitar. Ringo Starr was sitting on a chair at the far side of the studio, seemingly happy in a drummer’s world of his own....

Paul seemed to be the accepted leader. He and George Martin were discussing the instrumental side of ‘All You Need is Love’ and had already decided on the Marseillaise introduction (though for what reason I never discovered). Paul was suggesting bits of music for a final fade-out sequence based on the successful Sgt. Pepper model. ‘Perhaps a touch of Bach? How about Greensleeves? And what’s that big band number that goes Da-deda-dah-dah...?’ ‘That number’ turned out to be that standard intro to In the Mood, though I guessed there might be trouble later over the use of a composition that was still in copyright. After one of McCartney’s suggestions George Martin said quite sharply ‘Don’t be silly, Paul.’ Paul took the put-down without a murmur.

The following day...As the four Beatles arrived, Paul put his head round my door. ‘Hello again’ he said, ‘how are you,’ adding rather incongruously ‘Lady Barnett--two marks.’ It was a reference to the radio panel game ‘Many A Slip,’ for which at the time I was the co-question master with Roy Plumley. It surprised me that Paul should even be aware of Radio 4, until I reflected that The Beatles’ lives were so restricted that they probably spent hours shut in hotels and dressing rooms with nothing to do but listen to the radio....

Every now and then I wandered out into the main studio for a brief chat with Paul or John--less with George who seemed somehow detached in a mini-world of his own. Again Ringo sat alone at the back, isolated but happy. ‘Boring, isn’t it?’ I remarked to George. He smiled and nodded in agreement--life for a Beatle wasn’t always exciting....

The four Beatles had been assembled on a sort of fountain in the middle of the studio...I had a few words with each of them in turn. What was the song called? Whose idea had it been? (’His,’ they said, pointing to each other). And then I put the question to John that was intriguing me. Ninety-five percent of all popular music is in 4-time, but there was more than a hint of unfamiliar 7-time in ‘All You Need is Love.’ ‘Did you know your song was in 7-time?’ I asked. I still remember the cool, serious look he gave me as he replied ‘Yes, I know.’ Then he indicated Paul, adding ‘--but blame him.’ Paul himself, alert as ever, noticed how, against my own instincts, I was trying to inject some breezy gaiety into the proceedings. He spoke encouragingly in my ear. ‘Yock it up, Steve!’ he said. He knew it was my preference to be in the narrator’s box doing a technical job, rather than ‘yocking it up.’ I duly yocked.

On Sunday June 25th the hard day’s night began at 2 p.m and was officially scheduled to end at 10 p.m....I dashed home to collect my daughter Nicola (I had named a composition of mine after her, and she and I had both been pleased when it won the Instrumental of the Year Ivor Novello Award). We were even more pleased when Paul looked in at the door of the narrator’s booth to say hello. ‘Paul,’ I said, ‘this is my daughter Nicola.’ ‘Ah yes!’ he replied. ‘La-LA-la la la la-la la...’ humming the first few bars of my tune...

When the live ‘Our World’ transmission had been completed...I went to say goodbye to each of The Beatles in turn and asked them to sign the front page of my TV script as a souvenir of such a memorable occasion. Paul, jokey to the last and wrily amused that I was the one with the shortened name while his was unshortenable, wrote ‘To Stevie--Paul James McCartney.’ He was the only person who ever called me that. ‘Thank you, James’ I replied. I also went to say goodbye to Brian Epstein, who was enjoying himself wielding an enormous sword--or was it a sabre?--that he had brought along as his contribution to the fun. I never saw him again; he died two months later following a drug overdose.

On the way home in the car I noticed that my daughter was unusually silent. I think she was quietly fancying Paul McCartney. (I suspect she still does.). As for me, I was singing over and over again ‘Love is all you need...Love is all you need...Love is all you need..’”

From: All You Need is Love: The Beatles Dress Rehearsal

#The Beatles #George Martin #Brian Epstein #this is so interesting!#Paul ‘gently needling’ GM and then not minding later when GM is sharp with him re: one of his suggestions!#Steve observing that George seems to be withdrawn but then realizing he’s bored and kind of bonding over that!#Paul showing he’s familiar with a lot of Steve’s work!#Brian and a sword (or sabre!)

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duckprintspress · 2 years

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Capitalization and Em Dashes and Parentheses and Dialog, Oh My!

Two weeks ago when we posted our "Formatting Tweaks to Help Your Typesetter Have a Great Day" post we mentioned that the "Capitalization Quirks" section became so long that we decided to break it out into a separate post. That didn't get put up last week cause of debuting May Trope Mayhem, but the time is NOW!

Capitalization Quirks, or: How to Get More Capitals and Lowercase Letters Right So Your Editor Has One Fewer Thing To Do!

At the most technical, literal, simplistic level, all sentences in English should start with a capital letter. If you google “should I always start a sentence with a capital letter,” all the top results say yes. But! That’s overly simplistic. For example:

“I was just saying—”

“—That you’re tired.”

That’s wrong, because it’s not a new sentence. The “—t” needs to be lowercase. Thus, this should read:

“I was just saying—”

“—that you’re tired.”

Then, there’s sentences that “trail in” with an ellipse. For example:

“…when did you say that?”

This one, on a technical level, could go either way. Duck Prints Press goes with lowercase on this, using the same reasoning as the em dash case: it’s not a complete sentence, more of a fragment.

Some other examples where there shouldn’t be a capital (I’ll bold the letters that shouldn’t be capitalized).

Case 1: “In any event”—taking a deep breath, she flopped into her chair—“it is what it is.”

Case 2: After I got to the event (which took way longer than it should have, but that’s a different story!), we went to our seats together.

Case 3: Every time he thought he was finished—every time!!—he realized he’d made a mistake and had to start over.

Those cases are relatively simple and clear cut. Not all sentences will be. Often, when writing dialog, people use many permutations of sentences, not-sentences, ellipses, em dashes, and more. Keeping track of what needs to be capitalized and what doesn’t requires knowing a lot of quirky rules. People especially often end up confused about when text following quotes should have a capital letter and when it shouldn’t. The rule of thumb is, if the text in question is a dialog tag, it should be lowercase, even if the dialog before it ends in a question mark or exclamation mark.

(Again, bolding the lowercase/uppercase letter in spots where people most often get mixed up.)

“This example needs a lower case letter after it,” she explained.

“Does this—?” he started to ask.

“Yes!” she interrupted.

“What about this one?” he said.

“Yes, that one too…” she replied, sighing.

If, on the other hand, the narrative text after the dialog is an action (as in, not a direct dialog tag indicating how the thing was said), then it should be uppercase.

“I’m still confused how this works.” Rubbing his brow, he took a deep breath.

“I promise it’s not that hard.” She grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and started writing down examples.

To help keep clear when to do this: if what you write can be replaced with say/said and still make sense, then it’s a dialog tag. If it can’t be, then it’s not a dialog tag and it should be capitalized.

“I don’t know when what follows counts as a sentence and when it doesn’t,” he pointed out with a frown.

“It depends how you’re describing what the person said.” Her voice took on a frustrated tinge.

But! That’s not all!

“What about if I, I dunno…” He looked at the examples she’d written down. “What if there’s more dialog after the first thing said and the first batch of narrative description?”

“Then”—she grabbed the pen and started writing more sample sentences—“it depends. For example, if I’m interrupting my own dialog with an action and no dialog tag, then it should probably be between em dashes, and only the first letter of the first sentence is capitalized. But if instead I interrupt myself with a dialog tag,” she continued, “then that uses commas, and again, only the first sentence is capitalized.” She paused, took a deep breath, then added, “But because that’s not confusing enough, if I stop, then use a narrative line that ends with dialog tag and a comma, then keeps going as dialog, then both the narrative sentence and the start of the dialog sentence needs a capital.”

“What about if everything is a sentence?” He grabbed the pen from her hand and scrawled down a few notes. “Then is everything capitalized?”

She threw him a thumbs up, an unspoken “you’re getting it now!” implied by the gesture.

Aghast, he blinked at what she’d just demonstrated. Finally, after working his mouth in silence for at least a minute, he managed:

“Does this ever make sense?”

“No,” she allowed, “but when you do it enough you start to get used to it.”

Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s the worst. I probably forgot at least two permutations, too, but I tried. Fixing capitalization on all of the above is a constant effort. Good luck?

All of these more-or-less follow the established rules of dialog capitalization, but there are some cases that simply don’t have a standard. For these, it will often depend on which style guide is being used, what editor is doing the work, what each individual publisher has decided, etc. Here’s some examples, with explanation of what they show.

“I don’t— Like, what am I supposed to do if there’s no standard?” Frustration was clearly starting to get the better of him. (This is: self-interruption to start a new sentence—we use: em dash + space + capital letter.)

“Hmm…probably your best bet is to just pick a way to handle each case and make sure you’re consistent.” (This is: self ellipse-marked pause/trail off that continues as the same thought—we use: ellipse + hair space + lowercase.)

“So if I…I don’t even know… What if I can’t remember what I did before?” (this is: trailing off, then continuing with a new sentence—we use: ellipse + space + capital.)

“Just—just—just figure it out! How am I—just a person trying to give a tutorial!—supposed to predict every kind of dialog you’re going to want to write?” she spluttered. (First part is: stutter/self-interruption, incomplete/continuing thoughts—we use: em dash + lowercase (no space). Second part is: em dash interjection in dialog, which uses the same rules as em dash interjections in narrative—we use: em dash + lowercase (no spaces).)

“Wh-wh-wh-what, that’s all you have to offer?” (This is: stuttering incomplete words—we use hyphen + lowercase (no spaces).)

Damn it… Do you really expect me to make all the decisions for you? she thought…but then she realized she should be kinder—this was hard stuff! “I guess I’d just suggest…make yourself a ‘personal formatting’ doc and write down how you did…whatever you did…when it came up?—that way, when it happens again, you’ll at least have a paper trail so you don’t have to scroll back to check what you did.” (This is: the same approaches as described above before, applied to thoughts and narrative text.)

And, that’s basically that! Did I miss any? Questions? Comments? Thoughts?

In conclusion…

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scara-meow-che · 2 years

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WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THE PHILIPPINES.

my apolgies for using this account for such matters but as to what some accounts used to see in my blog, i've stated somewhere that i am a part of a student council from a state college in my country the Philippines hence why i made this poorly drafted post in a hurry.

currently, as the 2022 election ended, atrocities and electoral anomalies were found during the vote counting process and statisticians had shown their data that had shown these anomalies (refer to this link) the normal distribution of votes as shown on their data is an indication how the vote counting process depicts a rigged tally since the population/demographics in the Philippines are unevenly distributed (we are an archipelagic country consisting of 17 regions with some congested areas such as areas in metro manila)

adding to this, as a history major myself, i am baffled with the amount of historical revisionism and distortion rampantly happening and we, as students of history and historians ourselves, are ridiculed and ignored despite countless efforts of presenting narratives, books, documentaries and photos that shows what majority dub as the "golden era" of the Philippines—this is the tyranny of the late dictator Ferdinand Marcos Sr. the 14-year rule of this dictator had thousands of filipinos killed, many are still unfound, human rights violation happened left and right, millions of debt were placed under our names, the democracy of the press and students actively participating in protests of this regime were illegally arrested against their own means and were tortured. once the filipinos had kicked this tyrant out of his seat during the EDSA PEOPLE POWER but the 2022 election had let the son's dictator be put into seat as the philippine president.

(if you wish to know more about martial law, i have this link that contains resources that can help)

this marked yet another year of our lives fighting for a just and transparent governance. the philippines is at it's peril. we have already made it into international headlines with the name of that dictator staining our identities.

this is not an issue of our moral integrity being bought by money in order to cope with the rampant poverty but this lies deeper with the miseducation of the people. the education system that we have are flawed, made to glorify the dictators and the corrupts. those who shares thw teuth and fights for our rights were killed, red-tagged, shunned off by textbooks and marked as terrorists.

please, spread the truth about our country and give comfort to any filipino mutual that you have. please spread awareness as to what is happening in our country because as much as my words pass by your timeline and reaches its end, a simple share can help those unaware of our situation. i can't stand not doing anything for my country, not everyone i know of are privileged enough to flourish after we suffer the consequences dictated by our distorted past.

please, comfort any filipino mutual that you have. by being emotiional about this, i have been out in the streets mobilizing and organizing campaigns to fight for a clean election and have been receiving dead threats here and there. it is fear inducing, yes, but what lies ahead of me if i stay quiet is a life without a future in a country i love so much.

bilang aktibong lider-estudyante, magkikita tayo sa lansangan para ipagpatuloy ang laban para sa bayan 🌸✨ hindi pa tayo tapos mga kazams 💕

if you wish to ask me questions about this topic, send me an ask!!

#PSA #philippines #halalan2022 #2022 election #philippine election #2022 philippine election #pls read!!!#pls read #i hope i managed to put all impt points here #i've been crying in anger #resentment just consumes me #it's just so devastating

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captnjacksparrow · 3 years

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So just an idle ask. What do you think would Naruto have done if Danzo had ended up killing Sasuke? Or if the Raikage ended up hunting and capturing and killing Sasuke? How do you think Naruto would have reacted?

I thought I would include Sakura killing Sasuke successfully but even the thought of it seemed ridiculous in my mind, even hypothetically, hehe, so I can let that one go.

I was just rewatching the part where Naruto thinks Gaara is dead and pummels Deidara like a person possessed.

Aaah!!! The classic 'What if' question!!! But you asked the wrong person, Anon. I really, really suck at Headcanon. LOL. Anyways, Am just going to try and don’t blame me if I am bad.

Thanks for leaving out that Pink Trash because I don't want to do a headcanon about her.

What do you think would Naruto have done if Danzo had ended up killing Sasuke? Or if the Raikage ended up hunting and capturing and killing Sasuke? How do you think Naruto would have reacted?

There is always a pattern when it comes to Naruto’s facial expressions.

Let's start with Gaara.

As you said, Anon, yes!! He pummels Deidara like he was possessed. Before that Naruto said this,

"I'll pound you"... I couldn't understand the exact japanese term he used here... But it's definitely not 'Korosu zo' which means "I'll kill you".

But, When Sasuke died, Naruto's choice of words and emotions varies a lot from what he had for Gaara. Instead of “I won’t forgive you” or ‘I’ll pound you’, he just uses a plain, “I’ll Kill you”

So, The level of Naruto's rage varies from person to person.

Let's go to Naruto's reaction after hearing Jiraiya's Death.

Naruto was surprisingly calm here as compared to the reaction he had for Gaara. Does it means Gaara is more important to him than Jiraiya?? No...

After retrieving Gaara, Naruto fought with Orochimaru and sent Pink Trash to a fly when she foolishly approached him in his 4 Tailed State. After realizing this, Naruto decided not to seek Kyuubi's power voluntarily.

And that's why Naruto was genuinely shocked and shaken to the core but didn't resort to rage. And then he was weeping rivers.

So, Naruto was calm, shocked, shaken initially and then found determination to avenge his Master.

So far so good.

At the end of the Pain Arc, we saw a new Naruto with much more Maturity because he forgave his enemy who destroyed his home and killed his master and that’s not very easy to do.

However, after hearing the News that Danzo decided to eliminate Sasuke, we see the Devil slowly goes back to its Rampage mode.

LOL... Just when we saw a matured Naruto who could able to stop a chain of Hatred, he went back to his older self and looks furious.

When Naruto learns that Raikage decided to execute Sasuke, he plans to meet Raikage and begs him to change his decision.

We all would have viewed this scene at a surface level of 'Aww!!! Look How Naruto begs for the sake of Sasuke??!!!'...Well, Atleast, I viewed in that way.

But Naruto's choice of words looks very interesting.

"I can't sit back and watch him be killed"

"I don't want Sasuke to be the cause of War between Konoha and Kumo"

So, Naruto will not let them kill Sasuke and sit still or stop the chain of Hatred by forgiving them. Naruto indicates there will be war if Sasuke was killed.

Added to that, when Naruto learnt that everyone turned their back on Sasuke. He just went into Hypervetilation mode.

All the above panels screams anger, impatience, vulnerability and desperation for Sasuke's possible death as compared to Calm, Shocked, shaken and determination for Jiraiya's death.

So, the pattern we see here for Naruto is that, Something bad happening or happened or going to happen to Sasuke evokes extremely strong reaction in Naruto.

Even in Borutoverse, that pattern hasn’t changed one bit.

This is a grown ass man who saw Sasuke was injured with burn marks and Naruto went into ‘Kooo Kooo Crazy’ rage mode

And when he saw Sasuke was fine, Naruto was just grinning. [[ Does brothers really react this way? Gosh!!!]]

So, how would Naruto react if Danzo killed Sasuke?

Far worse than how Sasuke reacted every time when he killed Danzo. We saw Sasuke awakened his complete Susanoo, summoned Hawk and went into a controlled Rage whenever Danzo mentioned Itachi’s name. Naruto would sprout Nine-Tails on the go and mercilessly destroy him and smash him into pieces to the point of no recognition.

How would Naruto react if Raikage hunted and killed Sasuke?

For this, I can’t predict. Because Sasuke genuinely kidnapped Killer Bee and Raikage suffered for it. Unlike Danzo, Raikage is not that bad. But still Naruto told him that he doesn’t want Sasuke to be the cause of war between Konoha and Kumo. Hence, Naruto would still fight Raikage with all his might and kill him.

But in any case, Naruto would fight till the point of Self-Destructing himself and the opponents. There is no way I can see a situation where Sasuke died and Naruto paying respects to his grave and move on with his life.

That won’t happen.

How do I say this?

As we all know, ‘Sasuke is Naruto’s strength and Naruto is Sasuke’s weakness’. How can one live without their source of strength? And Naruto’s majority of his life as a ninja was built upon the presence of Sasuke. Like whenever Sasuke acknowledges him, Naruto gets powered up. Except for Senjutsu, everything he learnt to become stronger was for Sasuke.

And this ‘One doesn’t exist without the other’ theme was reinforced many times over and over throughout the series.

Moment 1:

His promise under the bridge. Naruto looks very confident when he said this.

Moment 2:

Surprisingly, they almost went to the near death situation at the same time.

Moment 3:

They get Sage powers at the same time.

Moment 4:

For every part Sasuke loses, Naruto also loses the same. No more or no less.

BONUS MOMENT:

I don’t know if you can consider this in this context, but I find it interesting anyway.

They both lose their powers in the same battle, surprisingly.

It’s funny that even in the Borutoverse, they try to keep up this dynamics which I find it to be amusing. It’s because Kishi stepped in as writer during this battle, he just set this up I guess.

In short,

Naruto would go 10 times more feral than he was during the Pain Arc if it was Danzo and fight with all his strength when it comes to Raikage.

However, I believe

Naruto would fight to the point of self-destructing himself and the opponent in the end.

#naruto #sasuke #sns #gaara #danzo #sasunaru #sasunarusasu #narusasu

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Japanese vs. English Dabi - A 292 Comparison

As other people have already pointed it, the official translation is sometimes a little biased to the point of adding things into the text that aren’t in the original Japanese version or changing phrases to the point where the villains come off colder than they actually are.

The current chapters are highly important to Dabi’s and Shouto’s characters and so the official translation, unfortunately, can lead to people getting the wrong image of Dabi. This is not to say that Dabi is actually a super friendly guy - however, I don’t think you can get a full picture of all the layers to his character without taking the original text in mind.

Since there are a few panels I’m going to talk about from this chapter - comparing the Japanese version with the official translation and also dissecting and explaining the original Japanese phrases - I’m going to put the rest of this post under the cut because it’s a bit lengthy otherwise.

Let’s start with these panels. Though these aren’t mistranslated per se, just like with the “dance with your son in hell” line from the previous chapter, the furigana next to the kanji have a different meaning here. As discussed before, whenever this is the case, the furigana are what the character says, and the kanji represent what the character actually means.

The line in the second panel is: 「轟家の過去が消えるわけじゃねえだろ。」

轟家「とどろきいえ ; todoroki ie 」-> the Todoroki household

の　「 no 」-> particle to indicate possession, works like an apostrophe

過去「かこ ; kako 」 -> the past; a past (i.e. a personal history one would prefer remained secret); one’s past

が「 ga 」 -> particle to mark the subject of the sentence

消える「きえる ; kieru 」 -> to vanish; to disappear

わけじゃねえ「 wakejanee 」 -> It doesn’t mean that

だろ「 daro 」 -> right ? (used to ask the person you’re talking to for confirmation)

The two words that have a different furigana reading than they should have, are Todoroki household and past. According to the furigana, Dabi says:

「うち」-> house; one’s own home

「じじつ」-> truth; reality

So going by the kanji reading you get:

“This doesn’t mean that the past of the Todoroki household just disappears, right?”

Whereas what he actually says is:

“This doesn’t mean the truth of our home just disappears, right?”

In comparison to the “dance with your son in hell” line, these two versions don’t differ as much from another. Caleb actually addresses this in his twitter threat and sort of mixed the two versions into one: “This doesn’t change the hard truths about my family’s past!”

Personally, considering he is directly talking to Shouto here, I find the choice of translating the Todoroki household/home part into “my family” a bit weird. Since he seeks Shouto’s confirmation here, it would make more sense to translate it as “our family” in my opinion. The “my” makes it feel a lot more self-centered, even though there is no indication for him to only be referring to himself here.

Switching the word to vanish with “change” also slightly changes the meaning here. Though both are accurate, I feel like their past disappearing holds more weight. The line is, after all, referring to the fact that Best Jeanist has appeared, despite Dabi earlier announcing that the hero had been killed. So even though Dabi was wrong about that part, it doesn’t make his other facts go away. It’s not just about changing his words, but making it like they were never spoken in the first place. It’s a small difference, but a difference nonetheless.

Finally, the “hard truths” part instead of reality/past. It’s interesting to think about why Dabi says “truth” when he means “past”. But I think one way to look at it is that to Dabi, he has accepted the past. He has lived with it and carried it with him in silence for so long, but was always aware of it. Despite him not having told anyone else about it, he didn’t deny that past to himself. He shows his scars and he fights back. That is who Dabi is as the person that rose from Touya’s ashes. Meanwhile, he says “truth” while talking to Shouto. While we, the readers, and those around Shouto know of his hatred towards Endeavor, Dabi doesn’t know about this. To him, Shouto really is just Endeavor’s little doll. And so in Dabi’s eyes, Shouto has yet to see the truth. To acknowledge their past and the pain they all went through. And though Dabi might not be completely right about Shouto, he isn’t entirely wrong, either. Because even when Shouto hates Endeavor, even when he says he is just going to use him for his own gain, at the end of the day, regardless of his reasons, his actions are still what Endeavor wants him to do - to train hard and want to become the Number One Hero.

I included one the alternative meanings “a personal past one might prefer remained secret” because it also fits well with that interpretation. That the true meaning behind him saying “truth” is not just the mere past, but the part of the past they don’t want to share. Whether that’s because it’s an ugly one that could haunt them for the rest of their lives, or because it’s just difficult to talk about. Either way, it’s more than just memories from when their family was still young. In that, I think “hard truth” is actually a fitting translation, even when it doesn’t have the exact same nuance as the Japanese version.

While Shouto and Dabi are in many ways similar to another, they have slightly different goals: While Dabi wants to kill Endeavor, Shouto wants to save his mom. To both of them that is liberty, just with a different approach.

And the ending of the sentence, where he seeks confirmation from Shouto, sort of indicates just that. He wants Shouto to admit it. Pushing him into a corner and asking a question that only has one right answer. This is also similar to a few chapters ago when Toga confronted Uraraka with the question “Was Jin not a person?” It’s asking something with an obvious answer, yet the people being asked seem to not yet be able to give the right answer, even when they might already know it.

Next of, Shouto confronts Dabi about the villain he sent to their house, who could have killed Natsuo. As you can see in the panel above, the English translation has Dabi say: “Almost killed? What a shame. That would’ve really hurt Endeavor.”

Meanwhile, the Japanese version says: 「それならそれで。エンデヴァーが苦しむ。」

「それならそれで ; sorenara sorede 」 -> even so (expression frustration); still

「エンデヴァー ; Endebā 」 -> Endeavor

「が ; ga 」 -> particle to mark the subject of the sentence

「苦しむ ; kurushimu 」 -> to suffer

As you can see, “Almost killed? What a shame” is kind of very far off from the actual meaning. While the official translation makes it almost sound like Dabi is disappointed and wants Natsuo to be killed, the fan translation has him say: “Then that would mean Endeavor would suffer.” This is a lot closer to the Japanese version and focuses on the more important part: the goal is for Endeavor to suffer. Dabi’s intention isn’t to get anyone else in the family hurt/killed in the process, however, he does have this tunnel vision where everything is about Endeavor and doing whatever to hurt him.

“What a shame” sounds like he is upset Natsuo didn’t actually die. While, as stated above, the first part can show frustration, that frustration more likely refers to the disappointment that Endeavor doesn’t suffer as much as he could.

While both versions translate the second part as Endeavor “would” suffer/be hurt by this, the Japanese uses the present tense for suffering. In a way, Dabi is saying “Well, though he could’ve been more hurt, he suffers.” Maybe he hasn’t been as damaged as could be, but it doesn’t matter, because the fact remains that he does suffer from this, present tense. So Dabi doesn’t recognize this as a loss or “a shame” that Natsuo didn’t die. Instead, he recognizes that Endeavor suffers, even when he isn’t met with the worst-case scenario.

In response to the last panel, Shouto asks whether Dabi is insane (please don’t ask people that) and Dabi’s response in the original translation is “Sure am, Shouto. See, your brother’s not so big on “feelings” anymore.”

A couple of thoughts on this. First, this is a downgrade in comparison to the fan translation of “You got it, Shouto! Your big brother has completely lost any feeling for anything!”

Something the phrasing coupled with Dabi’s wide eyes and big smile make me laugh and this panel now lives rent free in my head.

Anyway, the Japanese line goes: 「そうだよ焦凍兄ちゃん何も感じなくなっちまった。」

「そうだよ ; soudayo 」 -> that is right

「焦凍 ; Shouto 」 -> Shouto

「兄ちゃん ; Nii-Chan 」 -> big bro (in a very endearing way, but can also be used to be demeaning)

「何も ; nanimo 」 -> nothing

「感じ ; kanji 」 -> feeling

「なく ; naku 」 -> adverbial form of nai; attaches to a verb to mean “without”

「なっちまった ; nacchimatta 」 -> to have become (unintentionally; regretfully)

The fan translation, in my opinion, is far more accurate, but there is still something missing.

First of all, I don’t know why the official translation put feelings in quotes as if Dabi didn’t actually say it? mean it? It just feels like an odd choice that I can’t find a good enough justification for.

Second of all, “not so big on ‘feelings’ anymore” and “has completely lost any feeling for anything” is a big difference, and would make sense if the fan translation was inaccurate. But it isn’t. The official translation makes it sound like Dabi more or less chose not to feel anymore or pay attention to his feelings. He could, but he doesn’t want to. You could argue that both sentences still carry the same meaning: Dabi doesn’t feel anymore. "To be big on something” usually refers to having a strong interest in something and prioritizing said interest, which implies that one chooses to prioritize it. While I’m not arguing that some people do choose to ignore their feelings instead of confronting them, in this case, it’s actually the opposite of what he says.

Looking at the actual Japanese sentence, it begins with Dabi confirming Shouto’s words. Yes, I am crazy. There is no denying, nor shame in this. There is almost a bit of pride in that - so little bro actually recognizes that I have gone crazy from this.

Nii-Chan is an interesting choice of words here. The Japanese language is very much based on hierarchy. There are different levels of formality (shown through words, expressions, and verb forms) depending on whom you are speaking to. To summarize: When you are talking to someone who is of higher status (based on job position, age, experience). This also applies to siblings. Since those of higher status can be more direct/less formal with those of lower status, older siblings can address their younger siblings by their given name alone.

Meanwhile, the younger siblings would use some kind of honorific/suffix. In this case, the “Nii” means older brother. “San” is the standard suffix you would use to address your older siblings (and other people in general). “Chan” is a suffix that you usually use for kids/girls, - where it has a cute, endearing connotation - wherefore it becomes kind of rude when used for older people (as in people who aren’t children anymore). But it can also show endearment - a close bond between the siblings.

So why does Dabi call himself “Nii-Chan”? While you can interpret this as a sarcastic remark to mock their non-existent relationship, I think here Dabi uses it here to humanize himself to Shouto. Kind of like an “I know you see me as a villain right now, but I also am your bro, remember?” He isn’t just this “evil criminal” - rather cute lil Touya is still inside of him. Dabi isn’t just Dabi. He still is Touya, too. So if you fight Dabi and if you call Dabi insane, you also do those things to Touya. Dabi might be the stage of “having completely lost it” but that doesn’t just suddenly happen. It’s a process. While we can say Dabi became Touya on the day Touya “died” yet it’s important to recognize that there was a gradual transition where both Touya and Dabi existed.

Now that we have that part aside, let’s focus on the actual point of that phrase. The part about his feelings.

何も感じなくなっちまった。 Nanimo kanjinaku nacchimatta.

“Nanimo” means nothing and comes with negative verbs that it refers to.

As mentioned before, “kanji” means feeling and is paired with the adverbial form of “nai” - “naku” which negates “kanji” to turn it into not feeling. Pair that with “nanimo” and you get a meaning of “feeling nothing”

Now for the actually interesting part of this phrase (apologies that it took so long) - “nacchimatta”. This word consists of two seperate words: “naru” and “chimatta”. “Naru” means to become and is here merged with “chimatta” which is the colloquial past tense version of “teshimau”. The verb “shimau” expresses that an action (the verb it attaches to) has happened either unintentionally or has yielded regrettable results. So in this case, it is unintentional/regrettable that he has become something.

Putting this together, Dabi says that he has turned into someone who doesn’t feel anything anymore and this was not his intention, nor is it a good thing. To be fair, “shimau” can also mean something happens completely, however this meaning is rarer and while we can say that this is the meaning here, it’s more likely and more interesting to consider the more common meaning.

With that in mind, I want to quickly address the panel next to it, where Shouto asks him whether he has gone insane

In Japanese Shouto says:「イカれてんのかてめェ！」

「イカれて ; ikarete 」 -> (*ika is written in katakana here to emphasize the word since you can’t use italics in Japanese) to be beaten; to be crazy

「ん ; n 」 -> ender is used when explaining something; often with emotion*

「の ; no 」 -> explanatory particle; used at the end of a sentence like a question marker, but you want the listener to answer and give you the reasons why

「か ; ka 」 -> ender indicating doubt or uncertainty

「てめェ！; temee! 」 -> you (derogatory) *meme not intended

The reason why these nuances are important to take into account is that when Dabi, in his reply confirms that “Yes, you’re right, unfortunately, I have become unable to feel anything” he is not just confirming the statement, but emphasizing just how tragic this all is.

*[edit because someone pointed this out to me: the ん here is actually more likely to be the casual form of いる (iru) that attaches to the て (te) form of a verb to turn it into the current/ongoing state (= In this case "are you being crazy).]

The official translation simply made Shouto say: “Are you freaking insane?!” which isn’t exactly wrong but misses the nuance of the “nnoka” in the middle of the sentence. While the official translation sounds rather cold and dismissive, the original shows that Shouto cares. There is emotion, and more importantly: there is a desire to hear his reasons. “Why do you think it was okay to put Natsuo in danger?” By the way, the “n” ender that shows emotion when explaining something is also used by Shouto earlier when he says “Remember him? The brother you cried to every day?!” - It’s no surprise that he is emotional right now, still, it’s important to note that he isn’t just showing his emotions through his tone or his expression, but also through his words in order to make it as clear as possible to Dabi how much Dabi’s actions affect the rest of them and hopefully be able to get through to it.

It’s an emotional and tragic conversation that takes place between them, yet the official translation turned it into a much colder, less-caring one.

I know this was a lengthy post with a lot of information, so congrats and thank you if you’ve made it this far. The reason why I decided to make this post was that initially, the “Nii-Chan can’t feel anything anymore” part stuck with me so much and even more so when I dissected it.

Again, other people have pointed out that the official translation is very biased at times, which is not just sad for those of us who care about the villains, but it’s also just not professional. A lot of the panels I talked about in this post aren’t inherently incorrect, they are simply missing nuances that the English language doesn’t provide. Still, I wished that a professional translator would figure out a way to at least slightly incorporate these anyhow (which btw is literally part of the job). Aside from those, it’s just frustrating when the emotions get almost entirely removed from phrases. I get it - Dabi is apathetic, as he says himself. And yet, Dabi is also constantly shown to put extreme care into which words he chooses; this chapter being no exception. So why does such an important conversation between two brothers get changed in ways that make people who don’t bother checking other translations/the Japanese version unable to get the right image of them?

I understand that it’s important to support the official translation and I do. But it’s also very much important to read other versions, too. While the fan translation might have errors and mistranslations in it here and there, it tends to be a bit more literal and thus includes the nuances more than the official translation does. So please don’t just read the official translation and treat it like the only valid one, when it also comes with its flaws and just isn’t a good sole source for when you want to understand the characters.

#dabi #meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #shouto #todoroki #292 #my hero academia #mha #mine #bnha 292 #lov #also this took a while pls show this some love sgnskgns #translation

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srbachchan · 3 years

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DAY 5063

Jalsa, Mumbai Dec 28/29, 2021 Tue/Wed 9:52 am

❤️ , Tomorrow .. Dec 29th .. is the birthday of Ef Pamela Arora .. Ef Nilesh Madia .. EF Niloy .. Ef Hardik Shah .. and Ef Arti Adhiya , BigAdda times Ef .. .. and .. sincere apologies to Ef Dinesh Mishra for missing his birthday today , the 28 of December , it wasn't there in the record regrettably 😔 , but now it is added , and hopefully shall never be missed again .. with special thanks to Ef Subash Vaid ji for informing about it and bringing it into attention ..

all my wishes from the family Ef for the wellness and happiness of all ❤️❤️🚩

The day was bright, the work limited and the workout at the end of the day was limited too, resulting in the unwanted lethargy creeping in as the consumption of the last meal for the day was limitedly devoured ..

The emphasis deliberately on ‘limited’ is projected to lead up to the response from the entire Ef BRIGADE - “ WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU” to be in limitation, considering the afore said reason or reasons it has been used as the safety valve for the missing or delayed communication .. so .. no apologies ..

Just .. a deliberate lethargic constitution which did not want to do any other than get inside the duvet, put on the Cricket, Kabaddi and Premier League footer and doze off .. thinking of pleasant thoughts .. of the days gone of the days to come and what it and they hold in store .. because each day turns out to be a question mark , does it not ? ..

there ! ... ended up in a question mark did it not 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

There is never a wall or a blockage to the discovering of the self. The self keeps you alarmed and informed of your own self till time immemorial. It is the strangest of phenomenas. At the most used up, ended, times of your life, there is a discover of what had never been known within.

Some of this you keep. Some you share. Some you ignore. But never disagree with or not acknowledge its presence. And when you do, there is wonder. Wonder of its presence yes, but more the thought of its knowing earlier, or it’s knowing now. For, many a task, decision, act, or a behave, could have been either a victim or a beneficiary of the time of its presence.

It is perhaps a philosophical breathe, to admit at most times that ‘ i wish to not change anything in my life , were there to be another life again for me ‘ .. but are we truly in its assurance ? Has it been said to garner belief, sympathy, prejudice, acclaim, generosity, forgiveness, self deprecation, praise .. what ?

And ..

Life still remains a question mark .. at the end of it all .. 🤣🤣😊

Yes .. yes .. I have discovered much and many within .. and yes I admit to their discovery .. but damned if I shall ever share disclose or reveal ..

Some things you carry to the grave ..

UNLESS ..

unless you wish to do a confession for posterity .. a written WILL .. a stored document .. in times of today, a voice vault .. protected by password that to be revealed after the body has left you .. or be in the brave of the autobiography ..!!

BUT ..

but do not autobiographies indicate the end .. this is it .. no more ..

what if there is still more after it .. then what .. ?

( and another question mark )

The human shall ever remain a puzzle .. indeed every living being shall ever remain a puzzle .. many shall be the theosophists, body and mind biodynamic doctorates and the elite of such profession, who will profess solution .. but within, even they know that there is none .. no solution .. they may proclaim they do, but in there honesty there shall be the proverbial ‘crack in the mirror’ ..

SHMG !!!

Amitabh Bachchan

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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Hooked

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ch. xlvii - center stage

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

After the performance, you all congratulated Yunho for his performance along with his teammate. But not long after that, he ran off with his team to do an evaluation back at the practice room where they had also put their things.

Deciding you wanted to spend more time with Yunho, you split off with the others to wait for Yunho. How could you not? The way he danced woke something in you that you didn't think was there.

Luckily when you got to the practice room, the captain had just wrapped things up and they began to slowly file out. As people walked out, you sneaked in and waited until the room was empty except for Yunho who was focused on rummaging around in his bag.

You slowly crept behind him, making sure he wouldn't realize you. when you glomped down onto his back, he yelped and fell to the side, effectively toppling the both of you over. You giggled when he looked at you with eyes wide as saucers.

"You scared me!" he exclaimed. Though when he looked at your widely grinning face, he couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous the situation was.

You both scrambled back into a sitting position before talking.

"So," Yunho started as he zipped his bag tightly, "how'd you like the performance?" he asked, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You light up as well, wanting to tell him what you thought.

"I loved it! You were so cool! The boys and I couldn't tear our eyes off of you!" you told him. He beamed up immediately at your encouraging words.

"But there was something that I don't quite like from your performance," you added, pursing your lips. Yunho's eyes widened at that, worried, "w-what is it? Did I made a mistake on stage??" he panicked immediately.

You pouted and feigned a saddened look at him, "I don't like the part where you danced with that one girl and the fact that you looked so incredibly hot that the girls around me were lusting after you," you said, playing with your fingers and avoiding Yunho's stare.

Yunho exhaled in relief at your words. But soon his demeanour changed into a teasing one. His darkened eyes looked straight at your face and he crawled close to you, "so... you were jealous at the other girls, baby?" he asked, tilting his head to the side even though you weren't looking at him.

You nodded slowly at him, hands fiddling, "I don't like the way they talked about you, they were saying things like being able to see the outline of your dick from your pants," you mumbled.

"And why don't you like it?" he asked. At his question, you snapped your head up to look straight at him. Your eyebrows were furrowed and cheeks puffed up slightly, "because I'm the only girl who's supposed to be able to see your dick!" you exclaimed.

Seeing how adorable you are though upset, Yunho laughed wholeheartedly before he pulled you closer to his lap. He let your legs dangle on his sides as his arms wrap around your waist securely.

He stared at you with a smile on his face and eyes filled with affection, "you ARE the only girl who's able to see my dick," he giggled. He leaned his face forward and nuzzled his nose with yours.

Your hands instinctively gripped on his shoulder, bottom lip still jutting out, "don't make me tattoo my name on your dick to ward off other bitches," you muttered at him.

Without a warning, he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you with an urgency that is not usually like him. His kisses were always soft and gentle and he only acted as such during sex. But with the position you were in, how things progressed from one moment to another, and his dick coming to life, you had an idea of where this might go.

His teeth tugged at your bottom lip teasingly as his hands rest on your thigh, his fingers crept into the inside of your short skirt. When his fingers began to scratch at your thighs, you gasped into his mouth.

At the opportunity, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and drove his hand to cup your ass under your skirt.

"You know, you talk as if guys weren't lusting after you all night long," he mumbled against your lips. You let out a noise that indicated you were questioning him, to which he chuckled, "I saw how the guys other than us looked at you, probably wondering what kind of panties you're wearing," he said before he suddenly flipped your skirt up at while detaching his lips from yours to stare down at your crotch at the same time.

Once his eyes saw your panty-clad pussy, you could see how it immediately darkened. His hand didn't even hesitate when he reached forward and tugged your panties to reveal your pussy.

At the revelation, his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, "how would you think they'd react if they saw my marks all around your body?" he asked as he began pushing you down to a laying position, "t-they wouldn't be able to see them because I w-won't let them," you stuttered out.

Satisfied with your answer, Yunho proceeded to hover above you with his face at your crotch. "Little princess has been trained well, hasn't she?" he smirked up at you. He pressed a soft kiss on your mound over your panties before tearing the flimsy material off with his teeth.

When his teeth grazed at your skin, you couldn't help but gasp and instinctively tried to close your legs. But Yunho was having none of that as he immediately pressed your thighs to make sure your legs stayed open for him.

Once your panties are fully off, you saw Yunho pocketed it in his front pocket. His eyes met yours and he smirked devilishly, "I'm confiscating this," he simply said.

Before you could even say anything to him, he had pressed a finger into your hole. Your eyes widened in shock and your breath hitched. At the sudden intrusion, your hands gripped onto your skirt tightly.

Yunho chuckled at your reaction, finding it rather cute, "you look adorable like this," he said. Then his eyes shifted to your pussy, staring at it intensely, "and your pussy's taking my finger so well," he said before he started thrusting his finger in you slowly.

Knowing you both are in a relatively public space, you bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from being too loud.

Blissfully in his own headspace, Yunho moved to pepper kisses along your inner thighs. The feeling of his soft lips so close to your pussy was frustrating.

You let out a soft whine at Yunho, wordlessly letting him know that you want more. But Yunho only bit your skin in response, letting you know that you were in no place to make demands.

Yunho's fingers began moving quicker, more desperate than before. His lips left multiple marks on your skin, painting them red and light purple. His possessiveness was apparent with the way he was marking you up, wanting to make sure that you and maybe the others would see that he was with you, that you're partially his.

Without you even realizing, Yunho had managed to slip three fingers in you and was ramming into your cunt quickly, adding a thumb to your clit just because.

"-n-nho! Yu-yun- ho! I'm gon-gonna-" you stuttered out, brain fuzzy from the sheer intensity of his finger fucking. Yunho grinned wickedly at the sight of you. He crawled back up, his finger never stopping, fervently pushing you to cum all over his fingers, "Come on baby, let it go, show me how much I affected you," he commanded.

Your eyes snap shut as your jaw hung open when you cum hard on Yunho's fingers. Your pussy clamped his fingers, preventing them from moving.

As you let your first orgasm ebb away, Yunho moved forward to press rewarding kisses all over your face. He whispered compliments to you, telling you how proud he is at how obedient you are.

Before you could fully recover, Yunho hoisted you up and pressed your chest onto the cool mirror. The coldness of the mirror on your hot skin made you shiver. He had a hand wrapped around your waist as the other lifted your skirt up to expose your bottom whereas you had both hands pressed on the mirror by your side.

Yunho stood behind you, his dick pressed onto your ass and you were able to feel how hard he was. You could only assume it's uncomfortable.

"Can you feel me baby?" he asked right next to your ear, biting on it slightly. You whimpered but managed to let out a soft 'yes' to him. "You were worried that other girls would get to me when the fact is, you're the only girl who is able to make me this hard," he groaned.

You heard the sounds of zipper unzipping and a bit of rustling before you felt the bare tip of Yunho's dick in between your legs. You sucked in a breath when he started to rub his massive length along your pussy, using your juice as a lubricant for his dick.

"Can I please fuck my girl? Please?" He asked softly.

Your legs almost buckled at how affected you are by his voice and words.

"P-please Yunho, fuck me," you whimpered at him.

At your confirmation, Yunho used his free hand to manoeuvred his dick at your hole. Your jaw once again dropped open when he began to push in slowly. You could feel all of him grazing against your inside, slowly bottoming out until he's finally all the way inside you, his hips flush against your ass.

Yunho gripped on you tighter, seemingly trying to control himself, wanting you to get used to him first. Your head dropped forward as you focused on how he made you full.

After a while, you pushed yourself back at Yunho, urging him to start moving.

He took notice of your signal and immediately took hold of your waist with both of his hands and just began thrusting into you.

The pace wasn't rushed, but it wasn't slow either. It was rather powerful but not harsh. Yunho wanted to make sure that you felt him as much as he was feeling you enveloping him tightly, making him feel so exhilarated without doing much.

"God, you feel amazing, your pussy is so fucking greedy taking all of me," he moaned loudly. Yunho leaned back to see how you both are connected, "God, I fucking love you, (Y/N)," he groaned out. The sight of his dick disappearing into you sent tingles down his spine and he could feel his dick twitched, wanting nothing but more of you for him. He began thrusting quicker, your slick helped him slip easily with the pace he wanted.

With every powerful thrust, he sent you lurching forward, almost colliding with the mirror. But thankfully you were anchoring yourself with your hands on the mirror.

Yunho looked up only to see you were looking down. Frowning, he reached a hand forward and grab your chin, "I want you to look at me fucking you, got it?" he growled. Through the pleasure that clouded your mind, you managed to nod.

Both of your eyes stayed on each other the whole time he was thrusting into you. He had a satisfied smirk on his face, pleased that you listened to him well.

Due to the previous orgasm from his fingers, you were still very much sensitive and it didn't take much for you to feel your second one incoming. Yunho felt you began clenching him, almost trapping his dick in you while your hand curled into fists. He reached both of his own hands to interlace with yours. You felt his chest pressed on your back and you couldn't help but leaned back to capture his lips with yours.

With your lips connected, fighting for dominance and Yunho's dick buried deep in you, stroking your g-spot constantly, it only took a couple harsh thrusts before you came hard whilst squealing into his mouth.

Immediately, your legs felt like jelly and thank god for Yunho's fast reflex as he immediately held you close and brought you to a standing position.

Your pussy was clenching him so hard and with the warmth and the feeling of you shuddering against him, Yunho came inside you not long after.

You detached your lips from him to catch your breath. But you opted to press soft kisses along his jaw. Yunho kept thrusting through both of your orgasms, prolonging them as much as he can.

When he felt like he couldn't unload more, he stopped the movements of his hips and once again connected his lips to yours. You giggled when he playfully bit onto your bottom lip while caressing your hips underneath your skirt.

"Can we just stay like this for a while?" he mumbled against your lips. When he felt you clench on his dick that was still inside you, he moaned loudly, "scratch that, can we stay like this forever?"

You giggled at him and poked his nose, "nope, because," you cut yourself off to peck him quickly once more on his lips, "I'm hungry and I wanna go get something to eat with you," you grinned.

Yunho matched your grin with his own and nodded. He carefully slipped himself out of you, making you visibly shudder both at the feeling of him grazing your inside and the sudden loss of him.

He fixed your clothes first before fixing his own, making sure it wasn't too obvious that you two just had sex in the dance room. Once he deemed that you both looked good, he took your hand in his and walked out.

"Oh, look!" you called out to him, showing the screen of your phone with an open group chat message, "the boys are at Mcdonalds! Should we join them?" you asked, tilting your head to the side.

Yunho pursed his lips but shrugged, "I can use like 20 pieces of nuggets now," he said. You rolled your eyes at him and nudged him with your shoulder, "can you really gobble 20 nuggets in one sitting?" you questioned. He raised an eyebrow at you challengingly, "you doubting my skills?" he then leaned his face close to you, "I can gobble you up if I want to," he teasingly stated.

At his faux threat, you giggled loudly and smack his arm playfully, "you can't gobble me up, you doof!" "Sure I can! you're teenie," he grinned.

All the way to Mcdonalds, you both joked around, teasing one another. He even commented on the fact that you hadn't worn your panties as it was still in his pocket.

But he got to admit that at that moment, when you two were alone, with you laughing at whatever stupidity he uttered, he had never seen or heard anyone so perfect.

And that's when it hit him.

He loves you.

Not only loving having you around.

But he loves you genuinely and wholly.

And that he had said it to you not long ago.

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janumun · 3 years

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The Pirate's Symbol(s): NSFW Alphabet [IkeSen Motonari]

Game: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Motonari/Female Reader

Rated: NSFW/18+ Words: 2.5k

Warnings: stockings fetish, spoilers for Motonari’s ‘condition’, sexual intercourse, mentions of exhibitionism/semi-public sex, (non-sexual) bondage, innuendoes and dirty-talk, masturbation

Author’s Notes: Motonari’s entire self is a joy, his route gave me some much needed, invigorating enemies-to-lovers, and I officially love him! [Totally swiped my heart right up without warning!]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Motonari is quick — you’d almost say adept — at sweeping off a cloth, or container, placed by your bedside. Although, your touch and whatever fire you generate in between the two of you does not bother him, he does prefer you both cleaner of the mess and fluids when holding you close in his arms, afterwards.

Wiping up the remnants of your passionate and, often vigorous, activities off of quivering thighs he presses apart, in gentle strokes of damp fibers. Movements of the cloth soft enough it doesn’t shock you into over-sensitivity but not soft enough you relax entirely beneath him, because that scarlet gaze is always fixated on you — your body language. And if you give away even an inch, he’s ready and up for round two (or four). [Bless yer stamina, matey!]

If not, he’s still up and happy to listen to his favorite flower-brained woman’s amusing, outrageous tales she narrates in animated conversation. While he whisks up a quick, invigorating meal for her at the kitchen counter, just as she rests her happy self at the table. Garnet gaze seemingly fixated upon the task at hand — spices being tossed, ladle being stirred, eggs whipped to perfection — but his answers are prompt and alert, although still carrying that insouciant edge. Indicating his attention; equal division in between feeding you and hearing you speak.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Motonari is fond of his mouth, and before you, he didn’t think of it as much of an achievement as he believes it now, when your jittery gaze seeks immediate relief (and lust) as soon as it lands upon that obvious smirk.

A single kiss and your thoughts are all but handed over to him on an elaborate platter. Your cheeks color dark and wide; restless eyes tracing across his mouth. Your own parting; pink tongue darting quick in a swipe across plush lips: all of you demanding more of him.

Yes, he is surprisingly (or not), in touch with a far more emotional side: Motonari adores your eyes, although you’re never hearing it from him. Your entire body speaks of honesty but the way he reads your thoughts so easy, in your gaze, there’s quite nothing as exhilarating or confounding as the love he captures in them. That quick, tight knot of your brow, your anger flaring in your eyes or the equally prompt melting, when he appeases you in gentle teases. He’s been so long used to not trusting that a person he sees this clearly through, and sees how she trusts; it’s not an entirely terrible thing to feel.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As mentioned above, the man doesn’t particularly care to leave you a mess post-coitus unless you ask it of him; there is little he’s able to refuse you. So when it does come (…heh) to cumming outside of your pussy, your mouth is a pretty (very pretty too) good substitute for him to ejaculate, without having to think of leaving external stains on you. Your throat clamping, then swallowing, around his orgasm, so he feels that slick slide of saliva and semen around him, as you moan.

Yer pretty darn hot, m’lady.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are times he descends — quick and furious — into an almost juvenile state of petty jealousy [he realizes the immaturity of it, he just cannot! help! it!] and ends up turning that lust on you, instead.

He’d never actually do it but visualizing — in almost exact, murderous details — how he’d like to drag you into an empty room whenever Kicho gets all up in your face, and fuck you so hard your throat tears through screams lough enough Kicho hears each and every single sound and moan.

Or, clasp your chin in his fingers, whenever Hideyoshi’s a little too close for comfort at an Oda banquet, and kiss you senseless and noisy [pirates crave a flashy exhibition!].

He despises making a show of you to anybody, so that idea only stays in thoughts but also it’s mind-boggling, since it does get him hard on the spot.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, it was only ever through terrible necessity (extremely dire straits) that he — if ever and very sparing — sought casual sex. The occasions hadn’t been plenty and he’d be frighteningly specific about how he wanted to take a woman to bed.

Bathed, no make-up, no perfume, no scented products or jewelry — anything extra that he could accidentally touch and trigger a reaction. A clean, unscented futon he’d provide in a bare room. Any bonds or cloths he could get his hands on (buying his own and discarding immediately after), to tie their limbs, keep their movements limited; Motonari used.

Of course, there’d be the rare prostitute who’d drop immediately after visiting a client, or one who’d perceive his conditions extreme and over-the-top and think they could ‘change his mind’. The moment they’d try and cross the line, he’d fling them off, almost violently, heart racing, sweat marking each inch of exposed skin. Nauseous and barely tapped, before he’d stride out of the room.

He’s also witnessed open and perverse brothels — and corrupt seething dens — where men and women fuck, for all to see, in his line of work, so he’s no stranger to how sex works for others either.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s learning to let go and touch (just you) without the added barrier of gloves and since you so seem fond of his hands on you, Motonari likes any positions that allow his hands to move your body upon his; he isn’t picky.

Palms curved upon your hips so that your ass slaps against his pelvis each time he pulls back, the movements of his cock into and out of your pussy — a place you are both connected and he likes that. Or even when he can spread your thighs wide, press them apart before hooking his hands over your abdomen and just focusing on moving.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a pirate he’s a vortex of a man and slips all over the spectrum. Motonari’s goading is far softened with minimum barbs, when he’s in(side you) in bed with you. More velvet — than leathery — questions, soft smirk-y and probing,: “Ya like that, flower girl?” —as his mouth hovers just close to your ear, nose barely touching and tucking sweat soaked strands away from your temple. Definitely lands firm and midway between too serious and entirely silly. But he’s all focus on you, make no mistake.

He’s still got a filthy mouth on him, but dirty romantic liners are more his style, in bed (he wants you warmed as well as turned on!), in contrast to the complete indecent filth he threatens you with (a good time!) when the two of you are out and about.

“Pipe down, m’lady. The way yer moaning, they’re gonna think I’m fucking ya, right on deck.” Those eyes are burnished rubies; smile wide, crooked and unashamed, as he ducks close. “But maybe ya feel like putting on a show.”

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s clean down below (and silver-haired, yes) — he doesn’t go the ‘complete waxed up, no-hair in sight’ route, but rather prefers keeping his hair short-trimmed and well-groomed.

He’s also kept his pubic hair short and neat, for the rare occasions he does have sex, and an unkempt mass down there would leave him more likely and exposed to his partner’s fluids staying on him. He despises that.

Motonari doesn’t mind blood, dirt and grime on the field, nor the brine of the harsh sea sticking to his skin, but as soon as he’s done with — or in between — jobs, he takes the time to wash and clean himself up thoroughly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

[Also see G=Goofy] Motonari isn’t short with words of love. He isn’t reciting romantic poems but he is quick to let you know, in exact words, how much he loves you — and is loving being inside you — in the moment. Barriers definitely lower themselves — not all down, not completely back up — with this man, in bed.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

(As also mentioned in E=Experience) the man, previously, has sought intimacy only and only out of desperate necessity and when his hand is just not enough for him to relieve himself of his lust. Motonari, before you, jacked off, multiple times within a week, sometimes thrice (or more) in a single day. His desires, usually amped, following a particularly unsatisfying battle or raid.

After you, he still does take time off for some self-lovin’ (remember: stamina for daaays, and you’re mostly unable to match him so he makes do), just not as much as he used to, in the past.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

You and Motonari share a love for (clothing) imports from the seas beyond. He’s always up for sharing and discussing trade secrets, doling out clothing advice and helping you work out modern clothing from whatever fabrics are available to you.

Stockings might be one of his favorite products.

The fabric feeling absolutely exquisite against his palms when he rounds you close into his grasp, stood in between his spread thighs as he observes and hums beneath you, seated. A harmless joke you make, about a stocking fetish and the ensuing explanation soon after, has him grinning and dragging you down to test the material against his teeth.

“Yer sayin’ I got a thing for yer fancy underclothes? Heh, don’t think so. Seeing you in it just makes me wanna tear it all off, meu docinho de côco.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere you’re afforded privacy; although a little flirting with danger is good and being pinned in between the door and his body. Watching you try and smother your moans into your sleeves, skews that grin wider, that cock harder.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. He’s got a dirty mind, it’ll do the rest of the work when its got its catalyst: you.

Nothing gets you results faster than being honest with Motonari, or expressing your affections (even chaste) for him.

Tell him he looked especially handsome, earlier on a job out: with his hair slicked back and how hard it was for you to have held back from kissing him, on the spot. That you love him—

He’s on you so fast.

“That brain’s just gotta keep sprouting its flowers, huh.” He murmurs, tugging at your chin to swipe his tongue into you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite his treatment of you very early on in his route (the collar, the slavery deal), Motonari’s not into putting a collar on a person, romantic or otherwise. Collaring and hearing you call him your Master wouldn’t do much for him, playful or not.

He’s had to live a great chunk of his life as the Beggar Prince; experienced the devastating dregs of human society, including and not limited to being treated as one inferior, and having to watch people around at the very mercy of corrupt lords.

In retrospect, it isn’t something he might take pleasure in, in the bedroom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving or receiving, both take some getting used to within the bedroom. He finds the taste of you pleasant, when he withdraws wet digits from inside you and takes a careful swipe of the clear fluid across his skin. And has expressed interest in, and gone down on you several times.

Receiving gets a bit more gentle coax-y and requires reassurances, with Motonari. He doesn’t particularly like seeing his release all over you. Having to work through those barriers of his mind, but once he allows you, he does enjoy the slow kisses, and the soft slide of your mouth against him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His default setting is rough and furious. The two of you are usually frustrated passion by the time you actually get to his bedroom (he likes to prod and poke much too often in public, get you riled) so there’s only one way to go and it’s up. He’s spreading your thighs apart with none too gentle hands as he pushes through and into you, your own hold on him, white knuckled and almost delirious with the way his hips rock into you and his cockhead scraps across your front wall with his onslaught.

At times, however, especially after a high-risk mission; when he’s been close enough to stare Death in the face and survive, he likes to take his time being inside you, just being able to feel you. Once, twice, several times, he’s keeping you beneath, or mounted on top of him, coaxing your hips and your moans.

“Don’t look at me like that, flower girl. I’m alive, ain’t I? Com’ere. I’ll take those tears of yers.”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Definitely! Any time he can have you, or get you close enough in private, you’re going to be fucking each other. He loves those little breathy, moan-laughters you make in half-panic/all arousal, each time he drives up to grind your hips close together, stuffed into a hallway closet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Semi-public quickies are a thing and the closest to risky as he gets. As mentioned previously, he’s demanding enough over you, he doesn’t like men Kicho touching you, let alone hearing you when you sound like that.

Other kinks, most kinks, he’s down to try with his favorite dirty, flower-brained woman. He does however, draw the line at any kinks that might involve him using harsh, ugly words to degrade you or your body and/or being soiled.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

All I gotta say is: Pirate’s got stamina enough to power his ships through horn alone, over an entire week!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys translate to external objects. Which are always subject to germs, and need to be (excessively) cleaned by his standards, to keep them useful and usable. That’s far much more work than he’s usually willing to commit himself to.

And he has no need of them. Not when you respond plenty to his touch alone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot! Motonari’s brand of filthy talk is polished to leave you damp in between the legs. He’s pulling the nastiest most wonderful innuendoes out of the most mundane of tasks.

“Ya like that old weapon?” He might ask of you, as you admire the carvings upon the handle of one of his clan’s katana. “Didn’t know ya liked the feel of handlin’ a sword between yer hands that much, m’lady.”

Leaving your mind reeling and cheeks flushing before withdrawing with a, “What’re ya cooking in that flower brain of yers? Heh... you’ve got a dirty mind.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Heavy, sensual pants against your ears. His groans and grunts enough to fan the fires of your own arousal, to have you ready to come, from just the sounds that can leave his throat. Motonari doesn’t care to be heard outside your boundaries, but he also doesn’t care to withhold his own sounds of pleasure from you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He almost swears (but will never tell you, in very direct words): the space in between your bare breasts smells almost sweet like flowers. He likes finding his way up and nosing in between your breasts — just skin-to-skin contact at a place he finds you’re at your most fragrant. Suckling and tugging at a nipple draws those moans and your scent more intense, so he nips and teeths around the place often.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

That beautiful cock — with the evidence of just enough silver at the base — is long enough it fits and curves snug into you, without entering into any discomforting places, deep. But he is thick enough, it takes you time (and many times) to not just hold your breath and tighten up around him on reflex, upon entry.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

(Read: S)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You’re almost always the one falling asleep first. Pirates are used to night raids and this one’s no different. He does prefer watching you sleep, late into the night, once you fall exhausted into slumber.

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