#we did it though yaay

[insomniac-pbparker]

done

#peter prattles #WOOO #OKAY #WE GOT IT #quality got a bit crunched I apologize #i was too tall 😔 #i had to stretch myself to hold Jen's hand 😭 #we did it though yaay

[jujumin-translates]

Misumi Ikaruga | [SSR] Apathetic Daidarabotchi | Summer Festival Once More

Izumi: Good morning, Misumi-kun.

Misumi: Morning, Director-san~...

Izumi: You’re up early. Are you working today?

Misumi: Yeah~.

Izumi: Here, have some of the breakfast I made then.

Misumi: Okay, thanks…

Izumi: (Misumi-kun has seemed a little out of it the past couple of days… I wonder if there’s something wrong.)

Izumi: …Something on your mind lately, Misumi-kun?

Misumi: Lately? …No, it’s nothing!

Misumi: I’ll get to eating now!

Izumi: If you say so…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: That was yummy, thanks for the food. I’m gonna go to my job now.

Izumi: See you later, have a nice day!

*Door closes*

Izumi: (He still seems a little off. I hope he’s okay…)

Kumon: Morning, Director! Uwah~, something smells good!

Izumi: Good morning, Kumon-kun. I just made breakfast.

Kumon: Thanks!

Izumi: By the way, has Misumi-kun seemed off to you lately, Kumon-kun?

Kumon: Ah, you’ve noticed too, Director?

Kumon: Sumi-san has seemed a little depressed since the last summer festival.

Izumi: I think so too.

Izumi: The last summer festival was the Veludo Way Ayakashi Summer Festival. Hmm, I wonder why…?

Kumon: I asked him about it and he just said “It’s nothing~”--.

Kumon: But I can think of one reason why he could be off.

Izumi: You can?

Kumon: Yeah! It’s probably because…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: …

Masumi: …

Misumi: Waah, Masumi! You startled me~. Good morning.

Masumi: …Your face is weird.

Misumi: Eh?

Masumi: …Reminds me of the face your brother was making when I last saw him on campus last time.

Misumi: Ehehe, well, we are brothers, after all~.

Masumi: That’s not what I meant.

Misumi: It wasn’t?

Masumi: Since the summer festival, your brother has been asking me about you more often.

Misumi: Madoka…

Masumi: You can just contact him directly. …You don’t need to bother me about it.

Misumi: Got it, I’ll try and do that! Ehehe, you’re so nice, Masumi~.

Masumi: …It’s nothing.

Misumi: You’re headed to school now, right, Masumi? I’ve gotta go to my part-time job, so let’s leave together!

Masumi: Whatever…

Misumi: Yaay!

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Misumi: …

*LIME*

△△△: How are you, Madoka?

*LIME End*

Kumon: Found you, Sumi-san!

Misumi: Ah, Kumon.

Kumon: Good job at work today!

Misumi: Good job at school too, Kumon~.

Kumon: Good. You seem to be feeling a little better than you did this morning, Sumi-san.

Kumon: Did something good happen?

Misumi: Um, well, Masumi told me that Madoka has been wondering about me~.

Kumon: Gotcha, I knew it was about Madoka-san.

Misumi: You knew it was about Madoka?

Kumon: You’ve seemed a little off lately, so all of Summer Troupe and the Director have been worried about you.

Kumon: And you had a lot of opportunities to see Madoka-san at the summer festival, right?

Kumon: But then I thought that maybe you were sad because you didn’t get to see him as much as you wanted.

Misumi: Ahaha, you figured it out, Kumon~. Sorry for worrying you all.

Misumi: I actually re~ally wanted to play with Madoka more.

Misumi: Even though I got to see him at the festival, I didn’t get to spend that much time with him… Is it just greedy that I wanted to spend more time with him?

Kumon: Not at all!

Kumon: I had to live away from Nii-chan before I joined the troupe, so I kinda get how you feel.

Misumi: Kumon…

Kumon: When Nii-chan came back to our parents’ house and I went back to the dorms, I felt lonely for a while.

Kumon: So if you wanna spend more time together, you should say so, Sumi-san!

Misumi: Ehehe, is that so? …Yeah, I’ll try and talk to him.

Misumi: Thanks, Kumon!

*Fireworks*

Kumon: Ah, fireworks!

Misumi: Yeah! Hey, hey, let’s go tell everyone!

Kumon: Yeah!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kumon: Guys, there’s fireworks going on now~! You can see them from the roof!

Taichi: Ah, we were just talking about those!

Citron: Yaoya~!

Tasuku: It’s tamaya. (1)

Tsumugi: They set them off at a lot of festivals during the summer, don’t they?

Misumi: Yeah~. I wanna go see them with Madoka.

Kumon: That’s a great idea. You should invite him!

*LIME Notification*

Masumi: …Just sent you the location and dates for the festival on LIME, Misumi.

Misumi: Really!? Thanks, Masumi~!

Masumi: It’s nothing. I was just looking into it to invite the Director to it.

Misumi: Still, thank you~.

Misumi: Ah, Madoka just replied!

*LIME*

Madoka: I’m fine, but why are you asking so suddenly?

△△△: Let’s go to a festival together, Madoka!

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Misumi: Sorry for the wait, Madoka~. Your yukata really suits you!

Madoka: Thanks. Your’s suits you too.

Misumi: Ehehe, thanks! Well then, where should we start?

Madoka: The closest stall to us looks like a takoyaki stall.

Misumi: Let’s get takoyaki then! I wonder if they’ll have triangle takoyaki~?

Madoka: Fufu, I think they’re usually pretty round though.

Misumi: What do you wanna get after takoyaki? Yakisoba~, karaage~, or maybe something sweet!

Madoka: Everything looks really good, but I’m sure we’d be full in no time from eating all those different things.

Misumi: Then we can split all of it!

Kazunari: …Oh my God, that convo. So many feels, man!

Muku: K-Kazu-kun, you’re gonna get us caught…!

Misumi: Hm? That voice sounded familiar…

Kumon: Wah, he turned this way!

Misumi: Huh, it’s Summer Troupe and Director-san!

Tenma: We’ve been caught…

Yuki: Well, that was clearly Kazunari’s fault.

Misumi: What are you guys doing here~?

Izumi: Well, when we heard that you were going to a festival with Madoka-kun, we got a little curious…

Muku: Sorry, we didn’t mean to intrude…!

Kumon: You were probably surprised that we just came out of nowhere, right? Sorry, Sumi-san and Madoka-san!

Madoka: No, it’s okay. You’re still all as friendly as usual.

Misumi: That’s true, but I think the reason you all came is because I’ve been a little off lately…

Madoka: You have?

Misumi: Yeah, that’s why everyone’s been so worried about me.

Misumi: But it’s all okay! I’m doing so much better now, see!

Tenma: We know. You’ve been practically bouncing off the walls since you decided to go to the festival with Madoka.

Yuki: Well, either way, I wasn’t all that worried to begin with.

Kazunari: Seems like TenTen and Yukki aren’t being too honest right now~. You two were both just as worried as the rest of us were, weren’t you?

Tenma: S-Shut up!

Misumi: Thanks, guys~.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Choose!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Choice 1: You’re back to your usual self, Misumi-kun.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: You’re already back to your usual self, Misumi-kun. We’re relieved.

Kumon: Yeah, yeah! You were feeling so off that you were hardly talking about triangles.

Misumi: Now that I think about it, I haven’t looked for triangles in a while either! I wonder if I’ll find any new festival triangles.

Madoka: New festival triangles, huh…?

Muku: Wonder what that could be…?

Yuki: Maybe there’s some triangle prizes or something.

Kazunari: The sections of a pinwheel might look kinda triangular when they’re separated!

Tenma: You’re right.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Choice 2: Glad you’re feeling better.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: We’re really glad you’re feeling better, Misumi-kun.

Misumi: Was that why you asked me if something was wrong at breakfast that one day? Because you were worried about me?

Misumi: Sorry for not saying anything then.

Izumi: Don’t worry about it. We’re just glad you’re feeling better!

Misumi: Thanks, Director-san.

Misumi: I was also really happy to have help from all of Summer Troupe and Masumi~.

Misumi: So next time something happens to you guys, I wanna return the favor!

Izumi: Fufu, that’s very Misumi-kun-like of you.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Muku: Ah, if we stay here for too long, we’re gonna get in the way of the two of them.

Kumon: You’re right, let’s get going!

Izumi: Well then, we’re gonna walk around a bit and then head home, so enjoy the festival, Misumi-kun and Madoka-kun.

Misumi: Kaaay, we’re gonna go then!

Madoka: Bye.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: Madoka~, c’mere, c’mere!

Madoka: Nii-san, you don’t have to pull so hard…!

Misumi: Masumi told me that we could see the fireworks better from this hill~.

Madoka: Eh? The fireworks--.

*Fireworks*

Madoka: Waaah…!

Misumi: They’re so pretty~.

Madoka: Yeah, they’re really pretty…

Misumi: I’m glad you could come to the festival today, Madoka.

Misumi: We got to visit a lot of food stalls and we had a lot of fun chatting… It was reeeally fun.

Madoka: I think so too, Nii-san.

Madoka: The last summer festival was also a good memory.

Madoka: But I actually regretted that we didn’t get to spend that much time together.

Misumi: Really? So we felt the same way.

Madoka: …You too, Nii-san?

Misumi: Yeah! I wanted to have more fun with you, Madoka. That’s why I invited you to the festival today.

Madoka: Is that so… Thank you, Nii-san.

Misumi: You’re welcome! Let’s go to a festival again next year, Madoka.

Madoka: …Yeah, let’s.

• • •

T/N:

(1) Tamaya is something that’s shouted when viewing fireworks.

#a3! #a3! translation #misumi ikaruga #madoka ikaruga #kumon hyodo #masumi usui

[kerubimcrepin]

Live-read: Dofus Heroes - Kerubim Tome 1 (part 1)

You can find this comic's physical version on Ankama's site, webtoon version on Allskreen, and Free Scans on various file-hosting websites that shall not be named.

Quick disclaimer: While I will be including french screenshots here, because it is a language that uses the latin alphabet, and everyone has that on their keyboards, all ready to type up in DeepL and Google translators — what I will actually be reading is a new fan translation in my native language, which does not use latin alphabet.

Time to quickly switch between two tabs because nobody has translated this comic into English. Yaay...

This comic has, as my fellow crepinjurgenology studies colleague @dullard put it, "thin god Ecaflip jumpscare"

Ecaflip looks a lot like Ush here, and I think it's way too malevolent. Part of the fun of him to me, is that he is an Evil Fucking Cat that looks like a cute cat. It makes his despicable actions more funny & interesting.

...Anyway, this comic came out during the run of the show, in 2013, and its sheer existence, — including its negative portrayal of ecaflip, its inclusion of blood and Kerubim's 20 mental illnesses, — is a direct confirmation of the show being an unreliable narrator story. (Though, we've been knew.)

This comic's most important function for this blog is that it will provide us with a well-needed glimpse at what Kerubim's adventures are like when he isn't retelling them to a 7-year-old child whose respect and approval he desperately craves.

The second Kerubim is fatally wounded, he gives up. Yet, Ecaflip saves him, without using one of his nine lives, just as he did in the Wheel of Destiny article.

I suppose it's one of his trump cards, isn't it?

But I am more interested in how at peace Kerubim is with death... It does make sense for Kerubim to hide some rather morbid feelings about his life behind his cheery facade, doesn't it?

It must be tiring. Losing your family, being a god's plaything, losing your brother, feeling like you have to constantly play the role of the cool womanizing warrior, and never unpacking your emotions about any of it. Death would feel like a relief from such weight.

Which makes Ecaflip's grip on his life feel more malicious.

I know, chances are, this comic, as well as most of the show, were made well before Kerubim's demigod status was thought of as a plot-point.

But even in terms of him being a demigod... I think that death would seem relaxing, despite its temporary nature, wouldn't it?

One of the main things of this whole comic is that Kerubim gets amnesia.

Harry Du Bois-ass character. Not only is he mentally ill, divorced, and has 20 layers of sad backstory, but also he got amnesia. God bless.

Yeah, this comic is more realistic and gritty than the show, but the cartoon shenanigans are still real. Thank god.

There's a reason why I think that a big part of Kerubim's character is his experiences with loneliness and isolation, and the way it makes him crave being loved and cared for, as well as how it makes him act out to get attention and popularity.

It's telling that while completely amnesiac, he identifies immediately with a small kitten, whom he immediately assumes is a "he" and "an orphan", and wants to take care of it.

It may seem like an innocuous moment at first, but "he is all alone" will become a reoccurring motif for Kerubim's mental state and subconscious in this comic, and it is the comic where we get the Orphan Kerubim reveal.

I already discussed the fact that I think Kerubim kept and adopted Joris due to Atcham-related guilt earlier on the blog, but I will take this moment to voice 2 other reasons:

Kerubim identifies with orphans and children easily. He would never leave Joris alone after looking at him and thinking "You're all alone. Like I was."

The idea of having a child would be very pleasant to someone as lonely as him. He struggles a lot with wanting to act in a way that will make people like him, and children are, by nature, inclined to like their parents even if they're complete losers.

Btw, if you follow my main, @joris-jurgen , you probably know that I headcanon Kerubim as having comorbid HPD and BPD. Because it fits. And because personality disorders are usually the result of insane levels of childhood trauma. And... my experience running this blog has so far not swayed me from this opinion in any way. This little paragraph was your Armchair Fictional Psychology Corner. This man can fit a lot of sadness and wanting to be loved in him.

Ecaflips confirmed to, just like real cats, have very good night vision.

...Aaand now I'm thinking about cute scenarios of Kerubim, Atcham, and Joris travelling at night, or navigating their home in the darkness.

(Because Joris doesn't have human eyes, as we've seen from the movie. And considering the way Grougaloragran's eyes reflect light in the Oropo ova, chances are, dragon eyes glow in the dark, the same way cats do. Which brings me to the point that, Joris's dragon-ish eyes would probably glow in the dark. Like a cat. Yeah, I am very sane, and should not be sedated in any way, readers.)

Crocosec has always wanted to have a butcher's shop and feed people with delicious food...

Ah, I don't know why, but my silly little detail-noticing from the first eps, where I pointed out that he has a meat shop, paying off? It makes me feel fuzzy. It's nice to know that the person who wrote this comic cared enough, and that it's something that was put in here with intent.

Anyway, I am about to be very normal about the next few pages.

*jumpscaring you by including a screenshot from the high-quality scanlation I am reading. Because this moment would be too blurry if I didn't.

He isn't even playing with any other kids... This is going to kill me, and not in a fun way.

The translation I am reading interprets the last line as "I would return to..." but it seems a bit wrong to me, especially considering my own research on language sentence-comparing sites.

What Kerubim pretty much says here, is that, he'd like to become a huppermage, and use magic to bring back his parents, sisters, and brothers.

While one could interpret that as Kerubim being lonely while being raised in an orphanage all his life without a family, I have a couple of counterpoints:

He calls the kitten "orphaned" specifically, which implies that there were parents, and that they aren't there anymore.

If it were just a family he wanted, he wouldn't be as specific as to say "sisters and brothers," besides just "parents," which leads me to assume that Kerubim means specific people he used to know (before they died).

3. Atcham is a Crepin too, as was revealed in the Dofus Movie. Logically speaking, if they were both given to the temple after being born, (and as we know, Atcham was at the temple, because Bashi knew him, according to Wheel of Destiny #8) they probably wouldn't have surnames, especially the same one.

4. Kerubim's unfunny joke about being the last in his family.

5. Wakfu: One More Gate's shopkeep being an ancestor of the Crepin family implies that Crepins are a real family that existed, and that, perhaps, Kerubim's affinity for selling stuff has to do with his early upbringing, before he was orphaned.

6. In the Dofus manga, Atcham says that a sword he owned, which was stolen from him, has been "passed in his family for generations", which yet again, points to them having a family to begin with.

All of this to say... What I think happened was far more devastating.

He had sisters and brothers, and two parents — it doesn't matter if the Crepin family was an adoptive one, or if it was made up of their biological mother, her husband, and half-siblings. Because they're all dead, and that's just... horrible.

A whole family, at the very least 6 people (if we assume that by "sisters and brothers", he means just two sisters and two brothers), wiped out.

...Oh, and one last thing.

7. I think that, as an adult, Kerubim did put some research into dark magic, with a hope of bringing his family back.

Just as he said he would.

....Though, as always, that might just be me reading too much into things. ╮(￣ ▽ ￣)╭

These aren't the tears of an orphan who wishes he had a family. These are tears of grief of a child who used to have one.

And Ecaflip, his biological father and God, is taunting him about it.

...I would speak on my deeplore conspiracy theory that perhaps Ecaflip himself is to blame for whatever happened to Kerubim and Atcham's family, — to get Kerubim, or both of them, isolated, and under his thumb, — but perhaps it's just me being actually clinically insane.

#heroes comic #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #kerubim crepin #atcham crepin

[desiredcaramellatte]

Hi there can i request hcs of Clotted Cream Cookie with a sibling reader that likes to play harmless pranks on their brother. Like they would just hide his stuff, mix his papers and all. Nothing too serious. Also would Financier Cookie help them?

Ahh yes, mischief hoohoo

Financier being in on this is somehow so hilarious and I don't know why, just the Consul's bodyguard and sibling teaming up to aggravate him and then playing innocent when confronted lmaoo

Alas yes, I have returned from my relatives as well! I may be going to another relatives this Tuesday, but they have internet there so I will be able to post. Yaay!

Clotted Cream & Sibling Reader

Platonic

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Everyone in the Créme Republic knows about the Consul. He’s the youngest cookie to ever take the spot of Consul, and does his job exceedingly well. He has faced many enemies and overcome many challenges.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Yet they do not know that his greatest challenge he has still yet to overcome. A type of challenge that has been plaguing him for years, way back before his Consul days, one that he can never escape.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ It’s you. Congratulations.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ He loves you dearly, with you being his sibling. You and his mother are pretty much the only people in his family he feels connected with. He sees his father as more of a boss than a father, and though Clotted Cream does respect him, he does not feel that type of familial bond with him.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ He’s not at his office a lot, so you have a bunch of time to set up little traps and pranks in there for him.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Financier caught you once and, when you explained what you were doing, she found it a little funny. The Consul’s sibling being a nuisance to him? She left you be, on the premise that you would help him reorganize his things or clean up your mess of confetti or whatever else your prank was after it was executed. Soon, she even started joining in on the occasional harmless prank. You have more access for pranks now that you have someone who’s commonly close to your brother to either stall him or deliver his messages, so yippee for you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Clotted Cream did not expect Financier to join the opposing side. The betrAyAL! He confronted her once about it, and she just brushed it off. “Ah, I see you’ve joined my sibling in their little shenanigans.” “What are you referring to?” “You know what I’m talking about. The traps and pranks and the mayhem.” “Possibly. We will have to see, won’t we?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ He was very salty after each prank when you first started doing this, and would tell you that he didn’t have enough time to deal with this. Eventually, though, he grew used to it. He takes each prank like a champ, most of the time just laughing it off and occasionally giving you suggestions of how to improve it. He finds himself anticipating whatever trap you’ve left for him after he returns from a mission or trip, at this point.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ At the end of the day, you’re all just one little family getting by in the best way you know possibly.

#cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk #crk x reader #requests open #clotted cream #clotted cream x reader #platonic #siblings #financier #financier being an absolute angel and menace to society at the same time #love her

[the-glorious-evolution-fanart]

About the narrative of Convergence comic

It’s Ekko’s comic first and foremost. It treats him well, it shows us his inner conflicts about wanting to help his parents but struggling with the feeling that he’s imposing his will on others, then he wonders if he imposes on others due to his advantages due to intellect.

There are problems in that narrative too though. He threw away his Z-drive? Okay let’s say he did want to get rid of it, even though he would know how it literally has an ability to give people a second chance to survive fatal incidents. Why would he not dismantle it? Destroy it? Wouldn’t it cross his mind that someone might find it and misuse it? And how did the other kid find it in the end? Nobody knows, and the authors surely don’t know.

The other Lost Kids are annoying. We care about them just because Ekko cares about them, not due to any quality of theirs as characters. They’re there to serve as emotional fodder. Sorry narrative writers, you gotta do better than this. (Also shouldn’t “Lost Kids” be a title for orphans? Oh well it just has a weird vibe)

Now about Viktor, what everyone has been waiting for, staring at this Viktor-centric blog:

Do you like supervillains who are bombastic, convinced of their superiority of whatever kind, very harmful to others, and physically scarred? Congrats, you win another one. New Universe lore treats Viktor as a morally bankrupt character who for some reason believes “free will” is a flaw. It is intentionally written to make him clearly a villain, and then sprinkles in “but he tried to save lives” as a way to make him sympathetic. Guys he’s a villain here, he treats people like cogs.

Yaay let’s go slavery! Mind-controlling slaves to sacrificing themselves for “greater good” is not greater good. People are called heroes if they decide to risk themselves for others by their own will.

This is written a tiny bit naively, but in principle I fully agree Viktor would be willing to collaborate with someone to help him with public relations. A Piltovian as well. Remember, Viktor approached Jayce originally to ask for a collaboration! So, I like this aspect of the comic ^__^

I’m really not a fan of cheap sci-fi vibe of pulling out brains and putting them into mechanical bodies which then go “Beep-boop! We follow orders!” Like what the fuck. Also this fusion of in-game Viktor and Arcane Viktor is giving me the heebie-geebies. No thanks

Dear Riot writers. Either you don’t understand what Viktor is supposed to be about, or you concluded it’s much more profitable with a wider reach to have him be this type of villain.

This frame though... this frame comes dangerously close to the real valuable core of Viktor’s story. To one aspect of it at least. Can you feel it? Can you sense it like I can? His expression is also good here. Him being silent is also good here. There is something about the Evolution he believes in, but doesn’t know how to explain it appropriately. Partially because the Evolution is in big part a response to his trauma. You can’t explain your coping mechanism to random others who haven’t gone through that trauma.

Wide_Viktor.jpeg

It’s a good idea to have Viktor see others misuse his work (again)

For a moment, was excited, I had hope Riot would handle well the dumb Glorious Evolved which they introduced. A religion forming around his work is something Viktor wouldn’t like at all. I don’t like how Riot wrote the zealots as even rotting while trying to replace their bodyparts... It doesn’t go that way!! They would all have been already dead!! But then Riot goes 180 and has Viktor go “yees you opened my eyes to perfection” again to make sure he stays a villain, and encourages MORE mind-controlled slavery and sacrifice.

Do you want to be used like this? If not, then Viktor is a villain here. (I say this because I’ve seen A LOT of relatively new Viktor fans who like him for some other reasons, and then fall into a trap of trying to logic their way out of this evil characterisation. Trust me guys, you don’t have to do that, because you don’t have to justify all writing of a character. Writing is often done by many people in a company, motives change, etc. etc.)

Wide_Viktor2.jpeg

This is literally a Saturday Morning Cartoon. A prosthetic leg isn’t going to be able to mind-control you. The sensitive ones work by picking up signals from nerve endings and dumping back signals onto them for very specific senses of touch/pressure. An amputee using a prosthetic is not going to be mind-controlled guys, please.

Also it’s fucking absurd how new lore treats augments as “Tee-hee, I got my arm replaced for funsies and now I have a robotic claw”, like NO that’s not how these things go!! Call me a killjoy cause I’m listening to MCR!

Let’s go Viktor, atta boy, I’ll kick your ass that’s how much you go on my nerves. And I’m supposed to be your stan?

Ignoring the anatomy, Viktor floating and the complete mismatch of tech style, does Viktor look like a guy trying to merge with other people’s minds? No. Does he look like someone who’d want to be the ruler of that one giant mass of mind-controlled humans? Arguably yes. Boring villain characterization.

Even a child can identify that this is not “perfect” functioning. Anyway, as I said, Saturday morning cartoon and I’m tired now so I’ll end it here. Every other bit of the comic is just repeating what has already been said.

Enjoy the comic for the qualities it has, and I’d say don’t take it as any reference for characterisation or references or whatever.

#ooc #convergence thoughts #relevant for viktor

[haru-chi]

-might have a little spoiler-

I won't call this a solid theory more than "what if" kind of scenario or some thoughts going on in my mind a bit ..

it's about Matoba Seiji ...

don't remember what actually triggered this idea but I wonder ..

was the Matoba leader before Seiji his father ? it's mostly yes but I don't remember this actually said outright anywhere before, was it mentioned it was his father ?

anyway, do you remember that one phrase that Seiji love to keep saying alot either to Natsume or Natori ??

I know Seiji hated mostly because of this line of thought and how he can be messed up when it comes to that ...

this whole scene got me thinking alot that I felt him saying this here followed by this ..

don't know about you but this whole scene and dialogues felt to me it holds more weight than it looks like .. it felt it has some deep personal meaning to him than it seems which is why that led Natori to ask that question, if he ever wanted to stop being an exorcist ...

now, what does that mean exactly ?? I thought alot and tried to understand the hidden meaning and unsaid words, but it never clicked, nothing did which led me losing my mind for a long time ><

not until we learned more about him and Shinobu in the current storyline and something clicked

Seiji is the younger while Shinobu the older right ? she should've been the future leader of the Matoba ... do you remember why she wasn't picked or favored as the next leader ??

it was because Seiji was more powerful than her, he has such a talent that she can never have that even though some believed she's better overall because Seiji is hard to control but for the future of the clan Seiji is the best choice in the end.

also, it might've been clear who's the leader fav child is if we hadn't heard about Shinobu till now and that little Seiji was talking about the leader taught him this and that sometimes.

"use the tools available. the capable get things done and those who can't should stay out of the way"

this line might actually be about him and his sister, something the Matoba leader before him taught him (his father mostly) which he followed through himself with his children.

he used them as mere tools for the future of the clan, at that time the clan was pretty weak and about to lose their position in the exorcist world. between the two only Seiji hold the key to give them the glory they sought again so no matter how good Shinobu was, no matter how hard she might've worked, all of that will never amount to anything. just because Seiji was far more powerful than her. Seiji having bad manner and attitude than her ? hard to control ? simple just fix it by teaching him. right ~

back then I couldn't fully grasp the meaning of his expression here, but now I feel I get it better. I mean if all his father taught him is using people as tool or how to be cruel and never care what other think (he used his own children as tools and Seiji experience it firsthand yaay) .. having a teacher who teach the true valuable things ?? such an option was never there for Seiji and never will at the time.

"How long is he going to continue to pretend to be normal ?"

Seiji was never normal because of his power and natural talent, he was bound by duty and have invisible chains on his life and true desire just because he was this powerful that he got used as a tool and by none other than his father and on top of all his sister hated him for it too.

on the other hand Natsume has the same power as him or far greater than him yet he's free and not shackles be this power of his unlike him.

this is a "what if" kind of random thought and ideas and we don't even have any kind of direct/indirect info so all of this is pure assumptions on my part. it refused to leave me ever since it clicked so why suffer alone, just thinking about Seiji and Shinobu is just yeaah -heavy sigh-

#natsume yuujinchou #natsuyuu #matoba seiji #I write this while my body is breaking down and my health suffering greatly #so don't mind me if nothing make any sense or have any mistakes #just ask me if nothing is clear :) #am I the only one who had such an idea ?? #I don't remember how it clicked but yeaaaah #I just love overthinking things huh #love making myself suffer #Seiji is just making me go crazy with anything related to him #this manga can be too much for me sometimes that I just thinking about it alot

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I Want You, Simon- Chapter 18

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: Implied sexual feelings and swearing

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 5.2K

Yayyy! We finally reached the all important chapter 18! Thanks for sticking around this long and thank you for being fans of my work. There's a special surprise in this chapter only for Tumblr fans! (for now lol) yaay!

“What’s wrong?” He asked, leaning on the door frame and slightly out of breath “You called and said you needed help,”

Samira pouts “I’m lonely”

Simon stares at her with a frustrated expression “That’s not an emergency”

“It isn’t? You don’t know what could happen if I get too lonely.” Simon stares at her incredulously “Besides, I wasn’t done. I’m lonely and in pain.” 

He sighs and sits down next to her “Why are you in pain?”

“I’m on my period.”

Simon’s eyes widen at the mention of her period. He wasn’t used to people talking about it so openly. Samira caught a glimpse of his face. 

“What?”

“Oh nothing, it’s just-“

“What, you think I’m gross or something?”

“No!”

“Then what?”

“I’m just not used to hearing it spoken about so freely!”

“Welcome to the future Dr. Petrikov. Get used to it.” She kicks up her leg, and her foot

is right next to Simon’s face.

“Well, what would you like me to do about that? Anything I can do for you?”

Samira thought to herself “Hmm, maybe you could massage me? But no funny business this time.” 

“Funny business?”

“Remember the last time you massaged me?” She smirks, and Simon thinks back to what turned into a full on makeout session 

“Ahhh,” he said in realization, with a warmth taking his face over. It was slightly embarrassing to remember, but he definitely did not regret it. “Okay, where would you like me to massage you?”

“You can start with my ankles.”

“How does that help?”

“My ankles hurt Simon!”

“Okay, okay” he says with a chuckle and grabs her ankle from off the top of the couch. He stares at her foot for a moment before gripping her ankle.

“What? Do you have a foot fetish?”

He blushes and responds “No, of course not.” 

“Then whatcha looking at?” she’s smirking

“Your foot is just…really soft and smooth. That’s all.”

Samira pushes up her glasses “That’s on purpose babe,” Then winks at him

Simon grips her ankle and starts applying pressure with the tips of his fingers, Samira lets out a slight moan in pleasure. 

“Ugh, this is aggravating. Do you ever get to a point where even sitting hurts?”

Simon smiles at the relatable experience “Yes. It’s as if my joints just lock up.”

Samira sits up “Exactly! It’s like just having a body is painful nowadays. I never thought this would happen to me!”

Simon playfully scoffs “What makes you so special?”

“Well, I do yoga every morning,” Samira says in a faux air of superiority

“Ooh, yoga.” Simon seems impressed

“Except today,” she adds “I was in way too much pain to do that.”

“What does it feel like?” He questioned, genuinely curious 

She lays back down “What does what feel like?”

“Your…menstrual.” Simon’s face warms up just saying the word

“Oh my period. Um usually, I feel fine. But today, it feels like I can’t feel anything in my lower body. Like it’s numb, but also painful. Like a painful numbness is the best way that I can describe it.”

“I thought it would just be in your…crotch area though. You feel it in your ankles.”

“Yes! Your period can affect you everywhere Simon! Sometimes I get splitting headaches from it. Or sometimes I get a fever. Today I just happen to have lower back pain, as well as pelvic pain, and leg/ankle pain. Like it hurts to move my ankle around in a circle. Can you push my foot back” He does, and hears a soft *crack* in her joint.

“Ooh, that felt great.” She shimmies in happiness and Simon smiles “Why do you not know that though?”

“Hmm?” He turns to look at her face. “Do you want me to do the other ankle now?”

She nods, but continues her verbal thought “Like, you were in a relationship with a woman for like, how long? Why do you not know about periods?”

Simon stopped to think about the answer to that question, while switching to Samira’s other ankle “I-I’m not sure. It’s not something that Betty ever brought up. I knew it existed, but we never really talked about it.”

“Did you ask?”

Simon looks away in slight embarrassment “No…”

“That’s why she didn’t talk about it. Think about all those months that she was probably in pain, and she probably felt like she had to deal with it alone. She probably felt like she couldn’t tell you about it. That super sucks.”

“Well that just wasn’t something we talked about” Simon retorted in a small attempt to defend himself

“Why not?”

“Because we just didnt!” He raised his voice slightly and felt embarrassed after he did so. He hadn’t meant to, but this discussion had him feeling very self-conscious

Samira didn’t speak for a few beats, then said “But you could’ve. The same way you asked me, you could’ve asked her.”

Simon doesn’t say anything for a while, continuing to massage Samira’s ankle, and Samira looks away for a moment, then back at him.

“Are you upset with me?”

Simon was a bit startled “What? No.”

“Then why do you look like that?”

Simon was unaware that he was making a somewhat pouting face “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. If you’re upset with me, you’re allowed to be. I’d just like to know.”

“I’m not upset with you.” He sighs as he places her ankle on his shoulder, to free up his hands “It just reminds me of something not so amazing that I learned about myself and my relationship with Betty.” Samira scrunches her eyebrows, and Simon notices “I don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to hear it.”

“No no, I want to hear it.”

Simon sighs, and wraps his hand around her elevated leg. “I just realized that when we were together, that, while we were deeply in love, that I wasn’t always the greatest partner.”

Samira sits up “Do tell.”

“I mostly thought about myself. Constantly letting my princess-that’s what I called Betty-” Samira turns her lip up slightly, but Simon doesn’t see that. “I constantly let her sacrifice herself and her wellbeing for me. I can’t believe I didn’t notice. And you talking about your menstrual, just reminds me of that part of myself. I couldn’t even be considerate with the small things.” Simon starts slowly rubbing his hands/fingers up and down the calf of her leg. “And, ever since I found out that part of myself, I’ve been afraid of it. I mean, if I didn’t know that I was doing it then, how would I know if I might be doing it again? I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to stop doing it, if I can’t see when it’s being done. I don’t want to make anyone feel that way ever again.”

He wasn’t sure what made him want to say all of this, but he felt like he was in a safe space, and that this was the right time and the right place…with the right person. When he opened his eyes, Samira was staring at him intently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it so..emotional, I suppose.”

“Are you afraid to do that to me?”

“Huh?”

“I was just putting pieces together. You said that you didn’t want anything romantic now-although that was a bit ago- I thought that it was just about Betty, but it’s about you too, isn’t it? You’re afraid to hurt me, like you hurt her.”

He had never really thought that deeply into it. He was somewhat afraid to look that deeply into himself, but in this moment, it became clear that what Samira was saying was true. That was the reason. The reason he asks to stay platonic, the reason he wouldn’t let himself enjoy things, or why he felt guilty when he did. The reason he felt apprehensive about meeting new people in the first place. This must be why.

“Huh.” Was all he could muster. It’s as though Samira had unlocked a box in his brain that he didn’t even know that she’d had the key to.

“I’m not afraid of that.” She speaks up after his silence 

He looks down at her over her raised leg “Why not?”

“Because,” She sits up “we can take it one day at a time. I’ll make sure to let you know if you start.” she smiles softly “I will help you.”

They stay smiling at each other for a few moments before Samira lays back down, saying “Now can you please push my leg back and let it down please!” with a hearty laugh.

Simon realizes that he’d been holding up her leg for a while, and then thought about the fact that she just now said something about it. He pushes her leg back, and hears another soft *crack*, putting her leg back down on the couch.

“Wow, I had your leg up for a long time,” he comments in admiration

She smirks at him “Are you flirting with me?”

The realization of the double meaning of his words set in “Oh, no! I just meant-”

“It’s okay.” She poke his chest with her toe “I can keep it up longer.” She grins at him, and he feels her incredibly soft feet.

While caressing her feet on top of his legs he asks “Can I ask you about your ex?”

Samira sits up quickly “What about my ex?”

“Marcy told me a bit about her”

“Well Marcy needs to learn how to shut her mouth”

Simon looks away, not knowing what to say next, he just exhales, feeling awkward.

Samira sighs, laying down and says “Her name is Jacelyn. We met on Founder’s Island.”

Samira Adebayo was a young girl who didn’t take anything from anyone. A girl with a younger sister and a very rich family. She had very outlined morals and wasn’t ever afraid to fight for what was right. She had a group of friends that she did everything with, and that included her idea of activism. She was very fickle with her interests however, but she commanded attention with anything that she engaged in. 

Samira was very well known for attention grabbing acts of protest, such as peaceful protests to minor acts of vandalism.

“Vandalism?” he asked, confused

“Yeah, just like busting windows, and spray painting walls. You know how it is.”

“I don’t, but please go on.”

Around the age of 16 is when she met the girl that would become her girlfriend, Jacelyn. She was a helper in training. They’re paths had never crossed, but Samira’s name made its way around the island. Suffice to say that Jacelyn knew who she was, or at least knew of her. After a particularly nasty fall off a rooftop-

“A rooftop?”

“Yeah, are you gonna let me finish?”

Off a rooftop, from spray painting a billboard, that is when Samira found herself in the hospital, and since broken legs aren’t that serious of an injury, they sent in a helper in training to deal with it. And guess who that was?

Jacelyn was courteous and sweet. She was also really pretty. She had fluffy brown hair that stopped at her shoulders, she was tall, and had gorgeous brown skin. She said that while the injuries weren’t serioud, that she advised taking a break from conspicuous activism for at least a month.

“Dang, well if only they had caught me” Samira jokes

They laugh with each other and Jacelyn takes a seat next to her.

“You know I admire you,”

“Really?”

She nods sincerely and leans onto the hospital bed “If anyone could change the world, I think it would be you,”

Samira blushes “What a nice thing to say to the girl who’s laying in the hospital with broken legs”

“Well, if you were with me, you’d never have busted legs again.” She responds with a wink

Samira is taken aback by her forwardness “Are you flirting with me?”

Jacelyn smiles “Maybe just a little,”

“Um, I’m not sure if it’s professional to flirt with your patients, Miss Helper in Training”

Jacelyn laughs “Well maybe I’m not ‘all professional’” she smirked, pushing a piece of hair back from Samira’s face.

“Tell me some of your ideas then.”

Jacelyn puts her fingers on her chin, thinking “I think your next target should be HighTech, they’re monoplozing the island, making it so you can’t buy gadgets from anyone else.”

“And your idea for that is…?”

Jacelyn has a devilish grin and a twinkle in her eye “I’m not at liberty to say.” she has trouble holding back her smile “At least not here. Maybe after you leave the hospital tomorrow, we can meet up and I can tell you about it?”

“Are you asking me out?” Samira appears shocked and flattered

She raises her brows “Yes I am,” she speaks confidently

She laughs “Okay, I’ll take you up on that,”

And she did. That was the first date, then the second, and the third. And then they were an official couple. As for the idea that Jacelyn had…

They stood in front of the empty building that was meant to be the new location for HighTech, as it burned to the ground. They held hands, with the blaze inside them burning almost as bright as the flames in front of them. They went through everything together, including a massive virus that wiped out half the island. The mortality rate of helpers was 100%. Jacelyn, fearing for her life, clung to Samira like a baby to their mother. But at last, they saw the light at the end of the tunnel. They were going to grow old together! They stayed together for years, which turned into a decade. A whole decade! But… in that decade, something had started to happen. Little by little things started to feel…wrong. 

“Wait,” Simon interjected “So you burned down a building? With no consequences??”

Samira scoffs “Who said there were no consequences? I went to jail for that.”

“Jail??”

“Yes, now can I finish my story?”

Simon still looked very shocked at the information that he had just received, but chose to shelve his surprise for now. He nods. “Yup, right. Go ahead.”

“Thank you,”

Again, little by little things started to feel wrong. Like, it slowly felt as if Jacelyn’s admiration of Samira was fading the longer that they were together. Of course as time passed, they grew up. Ten years later, they were no longer the 16 year olds that they were when they met. Samira had grown up. Eventually, Jacelyn turned from awe to criticism.

“So you wrote on a wall? What are you like 6?”

“No, it’s political graffiti.”

“Right, like ‘Don’t Trust the Government’ that’s so tired by now.”

“Okay…?”

“Listen, nobody even pays attention to this wall. So this was just a waste of time.”

Samira didn’t say anything, just stood staring at the spray paint can in her hands. “Just stick to my ideas from now on. I’ll be the brains and you’ll be…the face!”

Things went on like this for a while, time after time, as if she was impossible to impress or satisfy anymore. One time specifically Samira and her friends got caught at a protest before it even began, of course Samira was released on the account that no crime had actually taken place, but once it reached Jacelyn, she could never hear the end of it.

“Did you even think before doing this? Like really, did you think? Are you capable of thought? Are you dumb or are you stupid? Hmm?” Samira didn’t answer, and only waited for her to finish. “Hello….? Okay, so you can’t talk now? Okay, I guess you’re both dumb and stupid.”

But it wasn’t all bad, there were some days where she was wonderful to be around. Loving, affectionate, and warm.

“Good morning,” she would whisper, chipper and bright, bringing Samira a cup of coffee.

“But you hate coffee,” Simon interjected once more

Samira shrugs “It’s the thought that counts, right?”

They would snuggle up together in the bed and watch movies, or Jacelyn would give her massages and paint her toenails, and sometimes Jacelyn would even sit and listen to her sing. And even better, sometimes they would even make love. But as time went past, those moments were few and far between. To the point where Samira began to wonder if she was even worthy of the love on most days. 

They stayed together though, long enough for a young boy to come to the island and tell them about other places they could go. Samira, of course, was very interested, having grown bored of the relatively small island, but Jacelyn wasn’t so sure. Samira had to basically beg Jacelyn to go with her. They were 30 then, and Jacelyn came with her, but she wasn’t happy about it. Only about a month in did she reach her breaking point with Ooo.

“And there are just sentient rock creatures? And turtles that talk! Do you know what I passed today?”

“What?” Samira asked

“A walking talking candy cane. Like what even is this nonsense? I knew this was a bad idea, but you know I’m such a good girlfriend I let you do whatever you want, and talk me into anything!”

“I had a nice day. I stopped by a tavern, it’s run by this guy called Dirt Beer Guy.”

“Dirt Beer Guy?”

“Yeah, I guess he used to be Root Beer Guy, but then he died and came back to life.”

Jacelyn just stared with a blank face. “That’s it.” She left the room and returned with their suitcases. She passes one to Samira. “Come on, let's go. We’re getting out of this magic filled freak factory.” Samira doesn’t move as Jacelyn starts to pack her belongings. She looks up at Samira. “Come on, let's go. Pack your things. Or do you not even know how to do that?” 

Samira continues to sit in silence. “Seriously Samira, start packing, I don’t want to be here any longer than I need to.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“What?”

“I said I’m not leaving.”

“Nice try, I’m not falling for your jokes anymore.”

Samira sits up in her chair “I’m not joking.”

Jacelyn stops packing “Samira I’m not staying here. Why would you make me suffer like that?”

Samira takes a moment before responding “You can go.”

Jacelyn squints “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you can leave. You can go back home. Go back with your tail between your legs!”

“Excuse me?!”

“I’m not leaving!”

“So what then! I leave and you stay here?”

“Yes!”

“But you’re my girlfriend, why would you leave me alone.”

“Because maybe I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore!”

The silence was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. She left that same day. 

“So in the end we kinda just grew into two different people,” Samira concluded, Simon staring at her, fully absorbed in the tale she had just told.

“Wow,” was all he could muster up to say

He was ashamed to admit that he had never thought about Samira having experiences before she met him. Up until this point, to him she just was what she was, because she chose to be. It hadn’t occurred to him that perhaps, her life had made her that way. 

After a few beats of silence, with Simon still holding her foot, Samira chirps back up, eager to change the subject.

“So! Were you going to attend the Princess’s ball? It’s going to be a super fancy and formal affair. And I know how much you love to dress formally!”

“No, I don’t think so. I didn’t receive an invitation.”

“Well, of course you’re invited! Everyone's invited!”

“I don’t know how comfortable I’ll be.”

“Come on, you’ll be fine I swear. Plus I’m performing” she winks “and you’ll be there with me.”

“Well..” he began considering it

“We’ll get to do some ballroom dancing…” she raised her brows at him

He smiles “Fine, I’ll go with you. But you have to promise to let me lead this time. No complaints!”

She rolls her eyes “Fine! Lead then Dr. Man!”

Simon rubs her foot unconsciously for a moment, before she kicks him lightly and he breaks out of his trance.

“I can’t wait to see you in a dress,” he says with a small smile.

The night of the Princess’s ball, Samira stepped in, wearing a strapless red dress, her hair pulled back into a sleek low ponytail, and her skin covered in red accessories. She stood in the doorway for a moment, wondering if she had made the wrong decision, and if she should leave now before anyone saw her. But she was Samira, so she could never stay hidden for long. 

“Samira!” the people waved at her and called her name, excited to see her. Happy that she was there. The energy she got from that was electric, almost enough to completely change her mind. She returned their hellos with a smile and a classy wave, but when she thought of the potential chaos that could come from her singing, she almost hightailed it once again.

“Sami!” Simon approached her from the far side of the ballroom

How long had she been standing there? She tensed up involuntarily upon seeing him. She had seen him in a suit before, but not in a while, he seemed to have gotten used to casual wear. So to see him in a suit once more was riveting. It was as if she had forgotten what he looked like in one. Or as if they had just met.

Once he reaches her, he carefully grabs her hand with his, scanning her body with his eyes.

“You look amazing,” he speaks in awe of her

“As do you, my good sir.” she responded with a smile, she did not know why she had said that

He leads her further into the ballroom, and they end up near a table, where Samira sits and immediately grabs the edge of the table. Simon notices this when he sits next to her.

“Hey,” he reaches for her hand “Are you sure that you’re alright? You seem really anxious.”

“I just..I don’t know what I’m doing” she blurted out

He looks confused. “What do you mean by that?”

She shakes her head “Nevermind, I didn’t mean that.”

He holds her hands in his hands “Tell me.”

She breathes in and sighs, saying “I just feel out of place right now.”

Simon’s eyes soften, as he looks into her widened eyes “That’s okay. I feel like that all the time. You know how I get through it?”

“How?”

“You,” he answered simply. She raises an eyebrow. “Being with you helps me feel more like I belong. And I want to be that person for you as well. So, if you’re feeling that way, just focus on me.” Samira swallows some air and takes a deep breath, nods and sits back in her chair. “I’ll go get you some water.” Simon left and approached the drink table. Samira stared longingly in his direction, and decided once and for all, that she was ready to sing this song.

An announcer stood on stage, speaking to the audience while backstage Samira tried shaking out her nerves. It didn’t help.

“And now, ladies and gentleman, the amazingly talented…Samira…”

Simon watches as Samira steps out onstage with long 1920s style velvet gloves, gripping an old style mic before opening her mouth to reveal a tune that was quite unfamiliar to him. 

This was it, this was the moment for her to let it all out, to let him knwo how she felt without actually telling him how she felt. The moment she opened her mouth there was no turning back from this. All she had to do was start.

I know you’ve been hurt before

I know what you’re waiting for

I can help you know you’re sure

(Let me show you how)

I can’t replace what you lost

Or repay all that it costs

But I can help your heart defrost

(Let me show you how)

Pre-Chorus

I can

Be the one

To give you all the

Chorus

Love and affection you need

Tender kisses on your cheek 

Hold you when you fall asleep

I’ll be there to

Listen when you need an ear

Help your heartache disappear

Conquer all your greatest fears

(Let me show you how)

The words touched him in his heart, and everywhere else aas well. He wondered who this song was by and where she had heard it. The lyrics were brilliant, and so emotional, as if they were made just for him. 

I know you’ve lived many lives

And you weren’t yourself half the time

But I believe we’re in our prime

(Let me show you how)

I know that you need a friend

And we can at least pretend

That our lives will never end

(Let me show you how)

Once she had begun the rest was natural. She’d forgotten everyone else in the crowd and their potentially judgemental stares or critical eyes. All that mattered was her and the music. She never expected that performing her own song would be this relaxing, because even though she was nerve-wracked with people knowing her genuine feelings or having to trust her own words, it was cathartic, in a way to finally let them out.

I can 

Be the one

To give you all the

Love and affection you need

Tender kisses on your cheek

Hold you when you fall asleep

I can show you

Anything you have in store

Lots of things left to explore

Other things your bed is for

He thought back to massaging her ankles, to dancing in his living room, chatting on the couch, watching tv together, rearranging books on the bookshelf, all the way back to just sitting on the library floor and reading together. All those moments he hadn’t even thought of, even the tense ones. Even the bad ones, he cherished them. At that moment, he really began to understand her, and know her and-

(Will you be my)

Lover 

Doo doo doo x2

Lover

(Will you be my)

Lover

Doo doo doo x2

Lover

Give you all the

Love and affection you need

Tender kisses on your cheek

Hold you when you fall asleep

We can do some

Wondrous things we’ve never done

Teach you some tricks for your tongue

Live life like we are still young 

Outro

I can be your

Lover

Doo doo doo x2

Lover

I can be your

Lover

Doo doo doo x2

Lover

If you let me

The music ended and Samira gave a lady-like curtsy to a loud and adoring audience and went to exit the stage. Simon rushed to help and escort her down the steep stairs. She’s focused on her footsteps on the stairs when she feels his hand intertwine with hers.

“Oh, thank you.” she took his hand and smiled, stepping down. The end of her heel caught the tip of the stair and she fell forward a bit into him. Of course he caught her, and held her for a beat or two thinking of how her body in his arms made him feel.

“How do you, um feel?” He asked suddenly, no prompting at all

“I feel…nice,” she says with a pretty smile across her face, slightly out of breath and trembling

“Are you okay? You’re shaking.”

She nods “Yeah, I’m okay. I just-” she shakes her head “Nothing.”

“Tell me.” 

“I-uh, that was my first original song.” She looks away, a bright pink flushing her cheeks

Simon’s eyes widened “You wrote that?” she nods in response “That’s amazing! You’re even more wonderful than I thought,”

Samira couldn’t stop herself from smiling “Oh, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Samira please, be proud of yourself. That song was beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she smiles again. “How much do you love the song?” she smirks

“So much,” he reassured her

“Did you hear all the lyrics?”

He tils his head “What do you mean?”

“Like the part about ‘other things your bed is for’?”

“Um, yes. I heard that part.” he smiles awkwardly

“Do you know what that means?”

“I have a guess, but you can tell me.”

She pulls him down slightly by his blazer “It means to touch me.” she grins at him and his slightly flustered reaction. He was used to her flirting, she did it all the time, but for some reason, this specific moment made him feel a bit more open and vulnerable. Like she actually expected him to do it.

“Can I ask you a question?” he broke the silence after a beat or two

She stares up at him longingly “Sure, go ahead”

“Why don’t you wear your glasses when you perform?”

Samira is very caught off-guard by this question. She opens her mouth to answer several times, and every time, speaks no words.

“I…guess, because….when I wear them I…don’t feel….presentable, I suppose?”

“What do you mean?”

She looks down when she starts her response “I guess I don’t feel-” he lifts her chin to have her look him in the eye “pretty”

“You are very pretty. With and without your glasses.”

She stares at him, full of admiration and adoration. For once she had nothing to say.

“Hey,” Samira lifts her head to address him 

“Yes?” His eyes sparkle with admiration

“You know my song?”

“Yes,”

She stands on her tiptoes with her lips at the tip of his earlobe “It’s about you,” she whispers into his ear

Simon is flustered and blushing “Oh, wow.” Is all he can get out initially “No one has ever…songed about me”

“That won’t be your last first with me,” she smirks and stares up at him as they dance, chest to chest. “Fuck me Simon,” she whispers to him, mostly joking to see his reaction, and it did not disappoint. 

He laughs nervously while his blushing cheeks turn a deeper red. She wraps her arms around his neck and snakes one of her hands through his hair. 

Samira leans in and in a quick second, lightly and flirtatiously bites and pulls on his earlobe. Simon is stunned, his eyes widen and he stares down at her when she comes back to facing him.

“Simon,” her voice breaks him out of his thoughts

“Yes?”

“Kiss me,”

He cups her chin with his hand, tilting up her face, and plants a short but deep kiss onto her lips, which she reciprocates. When they pull apart, Samira speaks

“That’s what I wanted our first kiss to feel like,” she cracks a smile and so does he. But from the bite go his earlobe, Simon had a fire lit under him, and he knew where it would lead. This was happening, and it was happening tonight.

“Do you want me to take you home?” he leans down and whispers into her ear

She shakes her head “I want to go home with you,”

“Perfect,” he whispers back

She looks up at him, unsure of what he meant by that, but slowly her face turns into a mischievous grin, knowing that whatever he had planned, that she was ready for.

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Troublemaker

Chapter 11: Sore Muscles

The Bad Batch/Tech x f!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: So much smut, overstimulation, protected piv, fingering, oral (f! recieving), slight size kink, massages, Tech being Tech, me not proof reading this cuz I'm so tired LMK if I need to add something

Authors Note: This had no business taking this long to write. I've been struggling with this chapter my dudes. No joke. But it's here, finally. Yaay. If you're not into that much smut, you can easily skip this chapter if you want to. There aren't any major plot points to the fic in here, since it ended up being longer and taking way more time than I expected.

If you like it, please do let me know by liking and commenting and maybe even reblogging, it would mean a lot to me 🥺👉👈

Arriving at Kamino

Work, Armor and... Clones?

Let it out

You shouldn't have done that

Talk about it

The 20 Questions Game

Crosshair

Echoes of the Past

The Fight

A Nice Change of Air

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Heavy Rain Weights the Mind

Unlike previous nights, sleep had no trouble arriving this time. You had barely just closed your eyes, before being carried away into a deep slumber.

You had no recollection of when you had changed clothes, went to bed or fell asleep, but it had to have happened, since you woke up in a bed, wearing one of Wreckers tops.

Whoever was beside you was awake. Through your time there, you had noticed that all of the men had a tendancy to light snoring - probably due to their genetics. And the man lying next to you wasn't snoring.

You didn't want to open your eyes though. You felt heavier than a hutt at a feast and knew moving was going to hurt like hell. Your muscles were punishing you from your fighting session the day before. All you wanted was to sleep away the ache.

Alas, sleep was refusing to grace you with further slumber and you couldn't stay like that all day.

Opening your eyes, you weren't met with the usual posters decorating Crosshairs wall. Instead you were met with sketches and notes written in a hurry. You softly chuckled at this.

"You awake, mesh'la?" The breezy voice behind you asked.

With a low groan of pain, you managed to turn yourself around to face the back of Techs head. "Unfortunately, yea. Did you wait for me to wake up?"

Swiftly, Tech had turned to face you. He had a small and content smile, one that was barely noticible if it weren't for how close the two of you were. "Sort of, yes. You've previously stated that you weren't comfortable with being in our barracks when we weren't around."

"you remembered that? How sweet!" You squeaked unintentionally.

Tech looked at you like it was obvious he would remember such a thing.

You studied his face briefly, then let out a low giggle and reached a hand up to his cheek. "Aren't you uncomfortable lying with your goggles on like that?"

Tech placed his hand over yours and snuggled into it the touch. "Not really. Most of the time, I hardly even notice they're there."

A comfortable silence took over the room, seducing you to fall back asleep. Techs calm demeanor, warm breath and steady heart beat didn't help to keep you awake either. You nearly gave into the temptation, when Tech suddenly moved.

"Your muscles are still sore from yesterday, correct?" He asked, leaning up on one elbow.

"Yea, but it's not so bad as long as I don't move."

"Then how about I give you that massage now? It should help ease up some of the tension."

You looked skeptical behind Tech and as if he read your mind, he added: "Hunter isn't here. Probably won't be for a couple of hours. Crosshair is at the shooting range and Echo is getting medical checkups. Wrecker... Well, I actually don't know where Wrecker is."

"You just wanna give me a massage? No ulterior motives?" You probed, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Besides help ease your pain? No. If you're uncomfortable with it being me who massages you, we do have droids and other equipment for it."

It wasn't like you actually thought Tech had any ill intentions. However, one could never be too careful. You decided to nod in agreement anyways.

Techs face lit up with mixture of surprise and delightful. "Great! Take off the top and lie on your stomach."

"Take off my top?!" Well, technically it was Wreckers top, but the sentiment of shock still stayed. Besides the top, all you were wearing was underpants and chest bindings.

Tech appeared confused over your reaction to his request. He studied your face for a moment, then adjusted his goggles. "How else do you expect me to get access to your muscles?"

A thoughtful look overtook your face, before you hesitantly sat up and removed the top. You couldn't stop the groan of pain before it escaped your lips. Who would've thought moving your arms over your head could be so painful?

Once you were lying on your stomach, an ungloved hand carefully caressed your back. "Mesh'la, do you mind if I straddle you? It'll give me better accessibility."

"Um... Sure, I guess?" The tone of your voice was anything but sure.

In one quick movement, Tech had thrown one leg onto the other side of you and was now sitting on the peak of your butt.

"Please don't hesitate to tell me if you're getting uncomfortable or if I'm overstepping a boundary." He urged, then started to slowly caress your back to help calm you down.

You could feel Tech fiddle with something and suddenly some lovely aubade music started playing on low volume. It was nearly impossible not to relax with those calming tones playing.

And as your muscles began relaxing, Techs long, nimble fingers began working their magic.

Closing your eyes, you let yourself go completely into the atmosphere Tech had created. It was so calming, so lovely, so... arousing.

The way this tall, lean soldier was sitting on top of you, leaning over you and expertly worked your barely covered body in his hands, applying pressure just where you needed it the most - and adding a new pressure in your core in the process.

On top of that, you were pretty sure you could feel something hard press against you every time he leaned over. Though, you weren't 100% sure it could actually be what you were thinking.

This is why you had originally declined, when he offered you a massage the previous night. Because you knew it would have this effect on you. Because these men had this effect on you. They could turn you into a babbling, giggling mess just by looking at you a certain way - you'd never admit that to them, though. Not that it mattered whether or not you admitted it, since their sergeant could smell it on you. Stars that was the most embarrasing thing for you to learn.

And here you were. Fighting to keep the moans to a minimun, to ignore the building pressure between your legs, to -

"Are you alright, cyare? You're tensing up again." Tech paused his work on a particularly sore spot to check up on you.

Kriff.

"Ye-yea, I'm fine. I was just thinking..." You trailed off, wrecking your brain for thoughts. "Didn't you have any plans for today? I'd hate to be keeping you from your actual work..."

Tech chuckled - the kind of chuckle that couldn't be heard, but you could feel the vibration from it transmitting into you.

"You're still worried we secretly hate having you around, huh?" He asked, but continued before you could answer. "Then let me put it in a way that you understand: We're soldiers, that's all we were ever created to be. Since early childhood, we've been conditioned to have practicality triumph comfort. Ours and others. So, if your companionship were to ever become impractical for us, we won't hesitate to tell you. Just like we didn't hesitate to tell you that bringing you along to watch us practice would be a distraction and thus, impractical. You have nothing to worry about Y/N, I promise."

Great, now you were fighting both moans and tears. "You know, you seemed like such an asshole when we first met, can't you go back to that?"

Once again you felt the man behind you lean over, this time to leave a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that's not possible. I have taken too much of a liking to you."

Well, that conversation had the opposite effect on stopping the throbbing between your legs.

You tried to ignore what was happening in your core, to ignore how great Techs hands felt and how they might feel deep inside of you. Tried to focus on the music. Just the music.

You kept accidentally squirming and jumping and Tech would always pause to make sure you were alright when you did. In an attempt to keep that to a minimum, you forgot to keep track of your moans as well.

The moans weren't too bad anyways. Since you were lying with your face towards the bed, with your forehead resting on your arm, it was hard to hear it over the music.

At least, that's what you thought.

Tech pressed on a specific spot and the noise you made in response was loud and lewd.

Tech definitely heard it too. He tried to cover the small break by very badly faking a cough, but you could feel how he suddenly tensed up and how his touch became a lot more careful and shaky after that.

Slowly, you turned your head to the side so you could look him. He was looking very intensely at his hands working your lower back.

"Is something the matter, mesh'la?" Tech really did his best to sound neutral.

You hesitated. "Tech... Are you sure you didn't have any ulterior motives?" Your voice was barely a whisper, so low and careful.

A few moments of silence filled the room.

"Yes, I'm certain." Another pause, one of careful consideration on Techs part, before continuing, "Though, I must admit that your movements under me and those lovely little noises you make has had an effect on me. I'm sorry if that's made you uncomfortable."

His eyes met yours in an apologetic way, as he carefully dismounted you on the opposite side. That way, you could easily escape if that's what you needed. You didn't.

Instead, you pushed yourself up to sit. You were still sore, but no way near as bad as it had been when you woke up.

"It's not - it didn't... Make me uncomfortable... Not in the way you think, at least." You shifted slightly so your thighs could add pressure to your clit, hoping that Tech got the hint.

Oh he definitely got it. Techs eyes widened in realisation. He cleared his throat and adjusted his goggles and it almost seemed like his brain short circuited for a moment.

You took the chance to let your eyes wander his body. He was tall, lean, built a lot like Crosshair. As your eyes wandered further down to his hips and thighs, you could've fainted at the sight that met you. Neatly packed into the bodyglove was a large outline of his member.

Like it was magnetic, you leaned closer to the man next to you, though managed to stop before your bodies collided.

Your eyes shot up to meet his, which were studying you close with pupils dialating with lust.

Your lips met in the most careful manner, both waiting for the other to pull away but neither did. Then it intensified. Became more hungry and desperate, like you needed each other like you need water.

Lips pulling on each other, teeth clashing together, tongues wrestling, you on your back and Tech halfway on top of you.

His fingers ran along with your jaw, then down your neck, down your collarbone, slowly getting further down every time, before returning to the same spot on your jaw.

Your hands were not as careful. They roamed his slender, yet muscular body. To the back of his neck, through his short locks of hair, across his broad shoulders, just taking everything in. And there was a lot to take in. He may appear slender and skinny, but the muscles on this man were so defined, you could basically pass human biology just by touching him.

After searching for what felt like an eternity, you finally found the brim disconnecting the top from the bottom on the bodyglove. Your fingers snaked underneath the tight, thick fabric and a gasp broke the kiss from the feel of his skin.

Tech let out a breathless chuckle at your reaction, then sat up to take off his top. Oh how your eyes and mind wandered aimlessly over his upper body.

Leaning up on one elbow, you reached out to trace the muscles across his chest and down his abs. As your fingers began to graze his scars, Tech grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips to give your wrist a gentle kiss. Then continued up your forearm, your bicep, your shoulder and before you knew of it, you were back to lying fully on your back, with Tech on top of you, attacking your neck with open mouthed kisses.

Like an expert, he freed your breasts from the chest bindings and began massaging one with one hand, while making his way down to the other with his mouth.

Your hips grinded against his thigh, desperate for any kind of friction to settle your throbbing clit.

"Tech, please!" you moaned, as his both his lips and his fingers were teasing each nipple. He was pinching, twisting, sucking and licking the sensitive buds, making your core even more needy for the attention he was depriving it of.

"Patience Darling," his voice vibrated through your skin, shooting straight to your core and making you let out a mix between a cry and a moan.

Fortunately, you didn't have to wait long before Tech finally switched from sucking on one nipple to the other, his free hand going to work on your now saliva covered nipple, while the other hand finally made it's way into your underpants.

You couldn't stop the obscenely loud moan from escaping, as Techs fingers instantly found their way to your clit and relieved it from the burning pressure by rubbing hard circles on it.

Stars you weren't going to last long at this pace.

Bucketing your hips into Techs hand, he easily managed to slip two fingers in your entrance. He mumbled something like "Sew it" though, you weren't entirely sure.

Not that you could focus on his voice, even if you tried. His fingers massaged your insides, seemingly searching for something while his thumb overtook the job on your clit.

His fingers found what they were seemingly looking for, as they pressed onto one specific hard-to-reach spot and like a machine having just been turned on, your back arched and your hands clasped over your mouth to stop whatever noise would've left otherwise.

"There it is!" he muttered triumphantly, finally releasing your breast so he could press his forehead against yours. "Cum for me mesh'la. Look me in the eyes and cum for me."

It wasn't an order, but you still complied. He was so close, his goggles fogged up by your collected breaths. Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingers dug into his hair and underneath the band of the goggles, wordlessly asking for permission to remove them.

With his fingers still working your sensitive spot, drawing your orgasm closer with each thrust, and a lopsided smirk, Tech pulled his head back so the goggles would slide off with your fingers.

You carefully placed them to the side, then pulled Tech back in towards you. "Kriff Tech, I-I'm -"

"I know cyar'ika, I can feel it. Cum for me."

That was all it took to trip you over the edge. Your walls tightened around his digits as the wave of pleasure washed the build up out of you and into his palm.

Tech dragged out your orgasm with his fingers, prolonging it all he could. Everytime your moans were starting to get too loud, he kissed you passionately to shut you up.

Your own nails dug crescent moons into his back. Your back hadn't been in contact with the bed through the whole thing, arching into Tech untill you finally came down again.

For a moment, no sounds were in the room. Not even the music, which you just noticed had been turned off. Just your heavy breathing as you were coming down.

Tech looked at you with admiration. He waited for your breathing to become regular again, before removing his hand and sitting back up. "Mesh'la... That was about one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." he praised.

"That was one of the most amazing things I've ever felt." you said breathlessly.

"For now," Tech winked at you. He licked your juices off his fingers, but then disappointedly shook his head.

You sat up to lean on your elbows again, worry written all over your face. "What? Is something wrong?"

That's when Tech gave you one of the cockiest smiles, one you had only seen Crosshair do. "I'm afraid this sample just won't do. I suppose I'll need to have a proper taste," He said, moving down so his shoulders were positioned between your legs. He shot you a quizzical look, asking for permission without any words.

Flustered, you pushed yourself up to sit properly, grabbing Techs face in your hands. "But what about you? It must be painful for you there, let me take of you first."

He leaned into your touch again, his face softening with comfort and calm. "If my assumptions are correct about where this is headed, then I'd like to wait until after I've made you climax at least twice, just to make sure you're properly prepared for me. If that's alright with you, mesh'la?"

The look in his eyes resembled that of a Tooka asking for a treat, you couldn't help but to give in to him. "Well, when you put it like that." you said, while caressing his cheeks.

With a content smile on his face, Tech rubbed the inside of your thigh before digging his fingers into the brim of the last piece of fabric covering you. "As much as I love the sounds you make, I must ask you to try and keep the noise down. The walls here are unfortunately not soundproof."

Your eyes widened in horror and shot up towards the door.

"I already disabled the door controls from the outside. I figured we wouldn't want anybody walk in on us in a compromising postion. Much less like this." Tech explained, while pulling the underwear off you, seemingly reading your mind for the second time that day.

Before you had the chance to say anything else, Tech put an open mouth kiss on the inside of your thigh. This caused you to spread your legs further, as well as gasping loudly as all your immediate thoughts disappeared.

Tech smirked against your sensitive skin. "Now, shut up so I can enjoy my meal in silence."

He dug in, eating you like a man on death row and you were his last meal.

His tongue slid through your folds and instantly made contact with your entrance, drinking up your slick and previous release.

It was a struggle to keep quiet. First you tried to bite into your hand again, but quickly stopped when you remembered how Hunter noticed it last time. Instead, you opted to just have a hand covering your mouth.

Tech moved on from assaulting your entrance with his tongue to attacking your clit. Your hips bucketed into his face and he countered by putting his arm around your thigh and over your hips, holding you down accordingly.

His other hand continued to massage your inner thigh, slowly sneaking up towards your core.

Lewd slurping noises filled the room, seconded by muffled moans. Two fingers prodded your entrance again, then quickly followed by a third.

They quickly found that hard to reach spot inside of you and tears started rolling down your cheeks at the sensation. You were already on the verge of another orgasm.

Of course Tech was a master at this. You had seen how well he used his tongue and hands at everything he did. Obviously he was going to be a genius at eating you out too.

Much like when he was talking, his tongue was fast and precise. He knew how to properly flick his tongue over the sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure. Every now and then he let his teeth grace over for the extra stimulation and stars you could feel the genius idiot smirk against you, as it never failed to make you jump.

You tried to warn him that you were reaching your breaking point, but nothing but a babbling string of murmurs came out through the moans.

Tech must've known what you meant though, since he hummed affirmingly against you and the vibration was all you needed to tip over.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as a white light blinded you. Your back arched, toes curled and hands locked in position, one still covering your mouth while the other held a tight grip on the sheets.

You felt like you were becoming one with the force, like the galaxy was filled with nothing but the two of you and this amazing feeling spreading from your core and into every last strand of hair.

Tech kept going, kept fingering, slurping, licking, sucking, not letting you come down and you were getting lightheaded from the stimulation.

Struggling with getting your hands to unlock from their position, you carefully moved the heel of your foot to Techs shoulder and pushed him away.

"Too much..." You muttered, whole body still shaking and struggling to come down again.

"Oh..." He let out with a breath, sitting up and tenderly caressing your shaking thigh. "I'm sorry mesh'la. You just taste so good it's hard to stop."

You glanced at him through your lashes and the look you were met with was nearly enough to make you cum again. His face was glistening with your juices dripping down his chin. Tech licked his lips clean while maintaining eye contact with you.

With a breathless chuckle, you finally managed to release your grip on the sheets. "You're a messy eater," You joked.

"You're a messy meal."

This caused you to actually laugh out loud. "Just fuck me already, will you?"

"Whatever you wish, cyar'ika." Tech leaned over to kiss you on the lips. Although he had wiped most of your juices off, the taste still lingered on his lips.

You were about to put your arms around his neck, ready for him to put it in raw, but Tech pulled away to sit up again. Confusion and disappointment overtook you, not understanding why he pulled away again.

Tech reached over to his utility belt and fished out two small packages: A small flask with a liquid substance and a condom. Noticing your expression, he smiled reassuringly. "Just to be safe."

Finally you got to see what he had been hiding, as Tech took off the lower half of his body glove and threw it to the side.

The sight alone was enough to make your mouth water. Just by looking at Tech, you never would've guessed he would be packing such a member. It was above average in length and girthier than you'd imagine. Your walls clenched around nothing and you just knew he would stretch you out.

You were pulled out of your hypnotic-like trance and lewd train of thoughts, when Techs own hands went over his member, working on getting on the rubber protection.

"How often do you 'charge up the loading ramp' in order for you to keep protection in your kit?" You teasingly asked, seeing the chance and not wanting to let it go.

"Huh?" A confused expression crossed Techs face, before going wide eyed in realisation. "Oh! Oh no, although condoms are commonly known for being used as protection in sexual intercourse, they do serve plenty of other services in both military and scientific fields, such as -"

"Tech, love," You placed a hand on Techs cheek, pulling him out of his would-be rant. "Time and place. This ain't it." You reminded him, then laid back down in the most appetizing pose you could muster.

With an embarrassed chuckle, Tech tried to adjust his goggles only to be reminded they weren't there. "Oh, right." He nodded, seemingly for a moment feeling out of his element, but quickly fell back in it as he grabbed the small flask and poured it's liquid content out in his hand.

Using the liquid to lubricate himself, Tech crawled on top of you again and place a loving kiss on your lips. "I'll start slow so you can adjust to me, alright? And don't be scared to let me know, if you're hurting or uncomfortable."

"Alright, I promise." With a reassuring smile to back up your words, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

Tech gladly gave in to the kiss, lovingly sucking on your lips while running the tip of his dick through your folds, before aligning it with your entrance.

The tip went in with a roll of his hips and as if he knew how you'd react, his tongue slipped into your mouth, taking advantage of your gasp.

He was careful. Busy stimulating you elsewhere by massaging and teasing your tit and wrestling your tongue with his. Meanwhile, he got further inside of you with each roll of his hips.

The stretch was intense, bordering between pleasure and pain. Your fingers grabbed onto the small locks of hair and your nails left small crescent moons down his back.

Breaking the kiss in exchange for air, Tech pressed his forehead against yours. He studied your face, memorising how it would contort between expressions of pain and pleasure. He then moved down to tease the sensitive spots by your ear.

"You're doing great mesh'la, taking me so well. You're so wet, but so tight around me, it must hurt, but you're not complaining, you're just taking it. You're so good, mesh'la."

He was right. The stretch did hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. Besides, he was almost fully emerged, you could feel it and once you were properly used to him, it'd be nothing but pleasure. "You're bigger than you look."

Tech sighed, his warm breath against your sensitive skin sent a shiver down your spine. "I know. I'm sorry if it hurts too much..." He muttered and tried to pull out, but you wrapped your legs around him to prevent it. Though, you were too rough in your movement and accidentally pushed him all the way in, causing you to wince at the sudden burn.

Techs body became stiff as a board at this and he quickly grabbed your face in both hands to make sure you were okay.

Once the initial shock faded, you returned the favor of holding his face in your hands. You gave a small peck on his lips, hoping it'd help calm him down. "I'm sorry love. I didn't mean it as a bad thing. It hurts a bit, yes, but it also feels amazing. You fill me up in the most incredible way and I love how I can feel so much of you, even through the protection. If you want to stop, that's fine, but don't do it because of me. I'm already adjusting to you." With that said, you released the grip your legs had on him, allowing Tech free passage to pull out if he wanted.

He didn't. Instead, Tech pulled you into a close embrace, holding onto you for dear life. His head was buried into the crook of your neck.

You were a bit taken back by this sudden embrace, but returned it nontheless. One hand on his head, stroking his hair while the other rested on his back.

After a bit of a silence, Tech let out a huff of air that resembled a chuckle. "I suppose I've ruined the mood, huh?"

In a semi-swift motion, you turned the both of you around, so Tech was lying on the bed and you were sitting on the top. His cock had softened a bit, but not enough and with a small wriggle of your hips, you could feel it twitch and spring back to life. "I'm still game if you are." You purred.

Techs brown eyes lit up, then darkened with lust. His hands found home on your hips and instead of giving you a verbal response, he picked you up to the tip of his cock, then pushed you down to the base again.

You bit back a loud moan. The way he filled you was pure bliss. Everytime you hit base, every nerve in your body ignited like a thousand stars in the night sky and finding a steady rhythm was becoming an increasingly difficult task.

No matter how you moved your hips, Tech kept hitting that spot... That spot deep inside of you, that you had heard about but didn't think actually existed. And it made you feel so weak. So weak that if it hadn't been for his tight grip on your waist, you would've collapsed right on top of him.

Tech seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot as well. His hands helped guiding you, even with the rather irregular movements your hips made. Low grunts and small sighs were eliciting from his lips and through half lidded eyes, he watched closely how your body moved, what parts bounced and jiggled, how you jumped and squirmed, and how your fingers dug into his chest and your elbows caving in from struggling to keep you up.

"Do you, hnng, need to switch places again, mesh'la? You, ahhh, you seem to be struggling a bit."

In an attempt to answer, you ended up releasing the moans you had been keeping in. Clasping a hand over your mouth to keep quiet, gravity finally got the best of you and you collapsed on top of Tech.

Too oversexed to talk or move, you buried your head in the crane of Techs neck, while your hips kept moving on their own accord. "I-I'm... Close..."

"I know. I can feel it." Tech whispered into your ear. He wrapped his arms around you, one holding onto your back while the other reached down and grabbed your ass.

Having managed to somewhat steady you, he began to thrust himself into you, chasing his own high while helping yours along. His thrusts were fast and hard, filling you in a way that your own movements couldn't succeed. The way you were positioned on top of him by now, made the friction of his pelvis rub against your clit, finally tipping you over.

You accidentally clawed Techs chest, leaving 5 red stripes in the shape of your hand. Not that you really noticed it. You closed your eyes in order to keep yourself from going crosseyed, bit into the tender flesh of his shoulder to stop the oncoming scream, as white hot bolts of lightning shot through your body, creating an explosion of pleasure.

The next thing you knew, Tech was whispering low curses into your ear as his thrusts slowed down before reaching a halt.

For a long time, no other sounds but your collective gasping for air filled the room.

"That was..." Tech was the first to break the silence.

"Yea." You agreed, still not having the strength to move and get off, even though you felt him softening inside of you and you knew you'd better clean up.

Your eyes widened in horror, as a sudden realisation came over you. "Oh no..."

"What is it?" Worry filled Techs voice and he carefully pulled himself out of you while placing you back on the bed.

"Hunter's gonna find out..." You hid your face against Tech, curling up in a foster position as cringe overtook your post-coitus high. "Is it possible to die from embarrassment?"

"Fortunately not." Tech placed a loving kiss on your forehead, before leaving the bed. "I have long ago found a scent that harshly overrides anything else Hunters sensitive nose might pick up on. There's no risk of him finding out through that."

Tech was quite insistant on aftercare. He used a hot, wet towel to clean you and helped you get dressed for the day despite your protests. He brought you water and food, insisting that you finished it all.

"You've spent a lot of energy, mesh'la. And you haven't eaten since last night. I won't risk you passing out during the day, so you better finish it all." That's what he said. He even let you eat in his bed, which you appreciated since your legs were not going to let you walk anytime soon.

But, once he had made sure you were fine and taken care of, Tech became, well, Tech. He got dressed in full armor, made the control panel to the door accessable from the outside again and used some scented spray that was a straight up assault on your senses. Poor Hunter. Then, he took his place by the workbench and continued his work on the weird gadget for Echo. Leaving you, your assaulted nose and your meal to yourselves.

"Tech, this isn't going to change anything between us, is it?" You asked, suddenly feeling very insecure about your actions.

Without as much as glancing at you, Tech replied: "I don't see why it should."

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[fullfledgedghost]

happy holiday star season and happy hatoful fandom secret santa exchange day everybirdie =) no other holidays today (lying)

my recipient was @iwritenarrativesandstuff ! i wrote a short fic about mirror hiyoko roping ryouta and nageki into some shenanigans, its mostly character interactions and one bit where i paraphrase instructions on how to set up a classic prank. i hope u enjoy! happy holidays ^_^

synopsis: hiyoko tries to play a practical joke on her teacher and gets nageki and ryouta to help. it... doesn’t go exactly as planned, but they still have fun!

“Hey Ryouta? Have you ever heard of April Fool’s Day?”

Ryouta and Hiyoko are hanging out after school at Torimi Café, doing their homework together. When Hiyoko asks him this question, Ryouta looks up from his work.

“Huh? April Fools Day?” He repeats, for clarification’s sake.

“Yeah! It’s an old human holiday,” Hiyoko excitedly tells him. “I don’t think it was ever that popular in Japan, but they celebrated it in other places. You play pranks on all your friends, but not mean pranks, just the funny ones.”

Ryouta hums. “I’ve never heard of that. It sounds kind of fun, but I don’t know how to pull pranks..”

Hiyoko nods. “Me neither! But learning about it inspired me to try playing pranks on people anyway.”

Ryouta suddenly looks nervous. “Are you gonna pull a prank on me?” He asks Hiyoko.

She laughs. “Of course not! I want you to help me pull a prank...” Hiyoko pauses for dramatic effect. “On our teacher!”

Ryouta seems relieved. “Oh, good. Wait, no, Hiyoko, what do you mean? Play a prank on our teacher??”

She grins. “Mhm! We both have class with Nanaki-Sensei, right? It would be the perfect setting for an ambush!”

Ryouta seems unconvinced. “I don’t know.. that seems like it could be dangerous. What if we get in trouble?”

“How could it be dangerous? It’s not like I’m suggesting we play a prank on, say, Doctor Iwamine.” Hiyoko replies.

Ryouta shivers. “Now that would be really dangerous. Just imagining what would happen to us is making me nervous!”

Hiyoko pats Ryouta on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, we won’t play any pranks on him this time. Maybe in a future story, though.”

“A what?” Ryouta looks confused.

“Don’t worry about it,” Hiyoko tells him. “So, are you in?”

Ryouta hums, thinking it over. “...sure, why not.”

“Yaay!!” Hiyoko claps. “Thank you, Ryouta!” She gives him a quick hug.

He smiles and returns the gesture. “No problem, Hiyoko.”

She pulls away and starts piling her homework up to put away in her bag. She then pulls out a blank piece of paper, and writes PRANK PLANS at the top. She shows it to Ryouta with an evil smile.

“So..” Hiyoko gestures to the page. “Any ideas?”

Nageki is sitting in his room reading when his phone rings. He sighs, putting in his bookmark before picking up the phone. It’s probably Hiyoko and Ryouta asking for help with their homework again.

When he picks up the phone, his suspicions are confirmed by the ‘Tosaka, Hiyoko’ caller ID that pops up. He takes the call.

“Hello?”

Hiyoko’s cheery voice answers from the other end. “Hey Nageki!”

Nageki smiles despite himself. “Did you need help with a homework problem, Tosaka?”

“What? No! Gosh, do you think so low of me, Nageki?” Hiyoko responds with exaggerated offense.

“...” Nageki stays quiet.

“Don’t just say nothing!! You’re so mean!” Hiyoko laughs. “Anyway, I actually wanted your help with something else!”

Ah, so he wasn’t entirely wrong. “Alright. What do you want help with?”

“Me and Ryouta are planning to play a prank on Nanaki-Sensei! Wanna join? We could really use your help.” Hiyoko asks.

That isn’t at all what Nageki was expecting. “You’re... planing a prank? Why?”

Hiyoko laughs nervously. “Well, there’s this whole story about an old human holiday, but I don’t wanna tell it again. Just for fun, I guess!”

Nageki shakes his head in disbelief. Those two can be so ridiculous. Still.. it did sound kind of fun. As long as Hitori doesn’t ground him or something because of it.

“Pleaaaase?” Hiyoko pleads with Nageki. “It’ll be fun, I promise! At least I hope it will!”

Nageki sighs. “..sure.”

“Great! Thank you, Nageki!” He could practically hear Hiyoko’s smile through the phone. “We can discuss plans tomorrow at school. Should we meet in the library?”

“That sounds good to me.” Nageki replies.

“Alright! See you later, Nageki!”

“Bye, Tosaka.”

After a day of planning, and a few days getting materials together, Hiyoko and her birdie backup are ready to go!

They sneak into school early, climbing through a broken window that the custodial staff hadn’t gotten around to fixing yet. Thank you, Anghel!

Trying to be quiet, even though they assumed the building would be empty, the trio makes their way over to Hiyoko and Ryouta’s homeroom classroom, class 2-3.

Nageki almost drops the plastic bucket they had brought, and refuses to accept Ryouta’s help when he offers to help carry it. Ryouta just sighs.

Once they reach the classroom, Hiyoko starts assigning jobs.

“Okay, Ryouta!” She whispers assertively while pointing at him.

“Yes?” He jumps as she turns and points at him so quickly.

“You’ll be filling the bucket with water!” She waits as Nageki hands Ryouta the bucket. “There’s a water fountain in the next hallway over, it should be the quickest way to fill it.”

“Aye aye, Hiyoko!” Ryouta salutes her before rushing off to fill the bucket.

“And you, Nageki,” she whirls around to point at him now, “will be holding the door steady while I balance the bucket on top of it!”

Nageki nods, seeming to take his job seriously. He likes getting to feel helpful, even if its for something silly like this.

Ryouta comes back with the bucket, trying to keep water from splashing out as he runs. Hiyoko laughs evilly.

“Perfect! Now, Nageki, the stepstool?” She turns to Nageki, who rushes over to the nearest janitor’s closet and grabs a stepstool from inside. He drags it back over to the door and gives Hiyoko a nod. She nods back, then mounts the stool and accepts the bucket from Ryouta.

With Nageki holding the door steady and Ryouta keeping lookout, Hiyoko takes a few moments to balance the bucket. She fumbles it a few times, but luckily doesn’t drop it, and in a minute or so the bucket is successfully balanced! Ryouta claps softly as Hiyoko gets off the stepstool and Nageki returns it to Mr. One’s closet.

Hiyoko high fives both of her friends. She giggles.

“Okay, now let’s get out of here! We can wait in the library until class is about to start, so we don’t seem suspicious.” Hiyoko tells the others. Both birdie boys give her a nod, and the trio dissolves into laughter as they race each other to the library.

After a little while of waiting and chatting in the library, the bell rings to signify that class is about to start. The trio leaves the library and make their way over to class 2-3, hoping they’ll be able to see their prank come to fruition before Nageki’s class started, since his homeroom was in a completely different classroom.

And it seems like it will! Right as they turn the corner of the hallway, all three teens can see a bird about to open the door to class 2-3! But...

“Sakuya, look out!” Ryouta shouts, trying to get the fantail’s attention. They were about to prank the wrong bird! Their classmate Sakuya was entering the classroom early, even before Nanaki-Sensei!

Sakuya turns around to look at Ryouta as he pushes the door open.

“Kawara? What are you-“ he is cut off by a wave of water, as the plastic bucket falls on him and soaks him!

Ryouta cringes. Nageki tries not to laugh. Hiyoko does laugh, but covers her mouth.

“Ashslkj!” Sakuya sputters, fuming with anger. “What mockery was that??? Do classrooms in Japan typically dump water on their students?? This is nonsense!”

“Sakuya, I’m sorry, this was a mistake. The bucket was for Nanaki-Sensei.” Ryouta tells him sheepishly.

“What are you talking about? Explain yourself, Kawara!” Sakuya points a soggy feather at the other bird.

Hiyoko steps over to them. “Sakuya, don’t get mad at Ryouta! This was my idea, I just asked for his help. Plus, he tried to warn you!”

Sakuya doesn’t look appropriately chastised. “Then I should be mad at both of you! Explain yourselves, now! I won’t be asking again!”

As Hiyoko and Ryouta try to explain the situation to a grumbling Sakuya, Nageki is approached by a rather worried Nanaki-Sensei.

“Wh-what’s going on here? Did somebody pour water on Shirogane??” Nanaki asks, concerned.

Nageki shrugged, trying not to get his friends or himself in trouble.

“There was a bucket on the door. I think Shirogane was going to find you, so it was probably supposed to fall on you.” Nageki tells him.

“Eep!” Nanaki seems scared just at the thought of such a thing. “M-maybe it’s a good thing I was late today, then...”

Sakuya notices Nanaki-Sensei’s arrival and storms over to him. Nanaki looks like he wants to hide.

“Nanaki-Sensei!” Sakuya barks. “Why weren’t you in your classroom! Class was about to start, and Doctor Iwamine sent me to fetch you for him!”

Nanaki laughs nervously. “Ehe, I may have.. forgotten to set my alarm for this morning. B-but at least I got here before class actually started!” He cowers under Sakuya’s angry gaze.

Nageki walks over to his friends as Sakuya begins lecturing Nanaki-Sensei about respecting himself and his responsibilities. Ryouta and Hiyoko both seem exhausted from trying to subdue Sakuya.

“Well... it seems like our plan failed.” Hiyoko sighs. “Sorry for roping you two into this. I thought it would be fun.”

“...I had fun.” Nageki admits. “Even though we hit the wrong bird.”

Ryouta chuckles. “Yeah, me too. We probably shouldn’t do this again, though. And we should hope and pray that Sakuya doesn’t sell us out to Nanaki-Sensei...”

“Or Hitori..” Nageki murmurs.

Hiyoko laughs. “As long as we don’t get suspended or killed, maybe it worked out okay!”

“Someone is getting killed? When and where? I may be interested in attending.” A deeper voice from behind makes all three teens flinch and spin around, where they find Doctor Iwamine standing menacingly in the hallway.

“Doctor Iwamine?!” Ryouta sputters. “What are you doing here?”

“And nobody is getting killed!!” Hiyoko adds.

The doctor shrugs, looking slightly disappointed by Hiyoko’s addition. “I was wondering why it was taking Shirogane so long to fetch his teacher for me. Now I see why. What manner of mischief has been conducted here?”

As Ryouta is about to start explaining everything again, the bell to begin class rings. Nageki looks towards his friends, waves, and then runs down the hallway towards his classroom. Doctor Iwamine seems annoyed by the interruption, while Nanaki-Sensei seems relieved.

“A-alright, everybirdie inside! Class has started!” Nanaki declares, nudging the bucket into a corner and holding the door for his students, who had gathered in the hallway as the chaos continued.

Doctor Iwamine sighs. “Oh well. I suppose I’ll have to get the story later. Farewell.”

Ryouta and Hiyoko sigh in relief as he leaves.

“We really dodged a bullet there,” Ryouta breathes.

“Kawara! Tosaka!” Both teens jump as their teacher singles them out. “Please go and get your classmate Shirogane a towel from Mr. One!”

Hiyoko elbows Ryouta lightly. “You jinxed us.” She tells him. He pretends to be offended.

“Quickly, if possible!” Nanaki-Sensei encourages.

Ryouta and Hiyoko both bow to him, flustered, before walking together to Mr. One’s room. They may not have escaped trouble for now, but they figured it was better not to test their luck.

Maybe next time they’d stick to a smaller scale prank. Or one with less water.

#this was really fun to write i hope its as fun to read #i tried to stick to canon as much as possible and also put in at least one subtle reference #i hope everyone’s in character #hbfss2023 #hatoful boyfriend #hatoful kareshi #writing #not tagging individual characters cause there are a few in this

[twilightmalachite]

PORTRAIT - Ah, still delay—thou art so ■■■ 7

Author: Akira

Characters: Akiomi, Makoto, Izumi

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Because, with Dad gone… Mom has it hard, so, I have to do my best."

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Department Store's Furniture Area

That afternoon, inside the department store used as the set for the movie Klein Faust…

Makoto: ……

Akiomi: Hello, Yuuki-kun.

Makoto: …!

Makoto: … … …I’m always indebted to you.

Akiomi: Don’t look so obviously disappointed. I know I’m not wanted here, either.

Anyways. I’ve heard you’re being made to star in a movie you don’t even want to be in?

If that’s true, then it’s no wonder you look so gloomy.

Makoto: ? Movie…

I… don’t really get it.

Akiomi: I can imagine. They’re casting you in a new movie as a surprise appearance, since you’re popular in the modeling industry as a “child prodigy”…

An unabashed casting seeking only to take advantage of fads.

I heard they’re even switching the script up right before filming, and changed “Faust” into “Kleine (Little) Faust”.

The staff, scriptwriter included, must be really busy right now. That’s why we were able to find an opportunity to take advantage of.

Makoto: …? …?

I don’t really get it…

But even so, I have to do my best…

Because, with Dad gone…

Mom has it hard, so, I have to do my best.

Akiomi: That’s really admirable of you. Single mother families have it rough, yours included.

But, you’re still at the age where doing things like playing video games with your friends should be the most fun.

Makoto: Video games…?

Akiomi: Huh, do you not know about those?

I’ve only played them every once in a while after a friend recommended them to me, but they’re a lot of fun!

They’re a nice escape from reality, at any rate.

Makoto: Hmm…?

Izumi: —Yuu-kun!

Makoto: ! Onii-chan…!

Akiomi: Wha, you can’t come out here, Sena-kun! We’ll get kicked out if you make too much a racket, you know!

Izumi: Yuu-kun Yuu-kun Yuu-kun~!

Makoto: Onii-chan Onii-chan Onii-chaaan…♪

Akiomi: (Ahaha, they’re too absorbed in hugging each other. They really are close.)

(Even though the environment around them and fate is keeping these kids physically apart…)

(That much won’t be able to just make their friendship disappear, won’t it?)

(Well, although that’s exactly what makes it so troublesome.)

(Sena-kun’s parents are being difficult as usual with him, and seem to have ordered him to stay away from Yuuki-kun no matter what.)

(At his old agency before his transferral, he couldn’t concentrate on his work since he had to take care of Yuuki-kun. He couldn’t perform well—)

(At least, that’s what his parents claim.)

(I don’t think anyone forced Sena-kun to do that, either way.)

Izumi: Are you okay, Yuu-kun? Did you lose some weight again? Are you eating properly?

Makoto: Mhm. I’m okay!

Izumi: You’re not though, are you? Look, I brought a lot of candies and stuff, how about we eat them together?

Makoto: Yaay! ♪

*chomp chomp chomp chomp*…♪

Izumi: Hehe. Eat up well, Yuu-kun.

Akiomi: (Hmm… Is it okay for him to be eating candy? Yuu-kun’s in the middle of filming, isn’t he? Are they on break right now?

(I don’t want him to get in trouble later, but… He looks so happy, I can’t get myself to stop it…)

(Anyways, from the point of view of Yuuki-kun’s agency and his parent’s, Sena-kun—and his parents, are a nuisance not worth getting involved with.)

(They’re always finding things to be difficult about, getting involved in things, and even spreading negative criticism that have no basis. It’s honestly no wonder they’re not welcome.)

(And so apparently, the agency has instructed Yuuki-kun to stay away from Sena-kun as well.)

(When Yuuki-kun paid our agency a visit the other day, there was a huge outcry over it afterwards… Even I got scolded by the president a bit in an outburst of anger.)

(Telling me that “getting involved with those kids won’t benefit my future”…)

(Yes, I’m aware of that, President. I have no doubt you’re wrong there; it’d be stupid to willfully step on a landmine.)

Izumi & Makoto: …♪

Akiomi: (But, what right do we have to tear apart these two kids who clearly love and want to be with each other from the bottom of their hearts?)

Akiomi: (This morning, that cheeky Sena-kun pleaded to me with tears in his eyes. He doesn’t seem to have much experience relying on others, so his tone was still self-important, but…)

(He kept rambling on, saying one unpleasant thing after another that didn’t need to be said… but I think I understand what he was really trying to say.)

(…I think he was trying to ask me to help him.)

(If the “right, adult thing to do” is to ignore a child’s tearful pleas and leave them to die, then I don’t want to be an adult.)

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[jujumin-translates]

Sakuya Sakuma | [SSR] Toy Box of Hope | Spring Troupe at Block TOY Land - Part 3

Citron: Time to play a lot today until we have to go home!

Citron: Ah, the same minigame is over there again!

Chikage: The game itself looks the same, but the prize plushie is different from yesterday.

Itaru: That’s Jenny, the other mascot character here.

Sakuya: So Jenny is a girl, huh. I wonder if Director would like her…

Masumi: !

Masumi: I’m playing it.

Sakuya: Eh, by yourself?

Masumi: Duh.

Sakuya: But isn’t this game tough to take on if you don’t have multiple people to help?

Masumi: I know.

Sakuya: Hmm… Ah! How about we play the game together? You can be the one to give Director the present, Masumi-kun.

Masumi: …Okay.

Itaru: Can we help too?

Masumi: The two of us can do it.

Chikage: Then the rest of us can watch over you.

Citron: Go, Sakuya and Masumi!

Sakuya: Umm, we’d like to play four times, please.

Staff: That’ll be ¥2000.

Itaru: Ah, I’ve got it.

Sakuya: Eh!?

Masumi: No. It’s a present for Director, so I’m paying for it.

Itaru: Classic Masumi.

Sakuya: Are you sure?

Masumi: I’m getting the prize. …So I’ll pay for it with my money.

Staff: Okay, we’ll take care of it. Here you are.

Sakuya: Who should go first?

Masumi: Doesn’t matter.

Sakuya: Okay, then I’ll go first! I’ll just do the same as yesterday, aim for the top block, and…

Sakuya: Go!

Sakuya: Your turn, Masumi-kun.

Masumi: Got it.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Masumi: …There.

Sakuya: One more hit and it should fall down!

Sakuya: (It’s my turn next, but I’m sure Masumi-kun wants to be the one to win the plushie to give to Director…)

Sakuya: It’s about to fall over, so you can go next, Masumi-kun

Masumi: Okay then…

Sakuya: Yaay! You did it, Masumi-kun!

Masumi: Yeah. But it’s thanks to you, Sakuya.

Masumi: …Thanks.

Citron: What a beautiful friendship…!

Tsuzuru: It’s rare to see Masumi like this.

Chikage: How about you try and learn a thing or two from this, Chigasaki?

Itaru: Nah, I’ve always been honest with how much I appreciate you.

Chikage: Is that so?

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: How about we buy some souvenirs before we leave?

Chikage: Let’s get souvenirs for everyone back at the dorms while we’re at it.

Itaru: How very generous of you, Senpai.

Chikage: Just so you know, you’re helping pay.

Itaru: Figures.

Sakuya: (Maybe I’ll get some snacks for the teachers at the daycare. And then…)

Sakuya: (Since Masumi-kun is going to be giving Director the plushie from earlier…)

Sakuya: (I’ll get my own thing for her too.)

Sakuya: What would be good… Something she could use…

Sakuya: Hmm…

Sakuya: (Ah! I wonder if she could use something like this.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Chikage: Here are the souvenirs for everyone.

Izumi: Thank you so much!

Izumi: How was Block TOY Land?

Sakuya: It was really fun!

Citron: I also had a lot of fun! We went on all of the attractions!

Tsuzuru: It kinda felt like it was more for kids than adults though.

Masumi: We roomed with different people than we usually do at the hotel.

Itaru: The dinner we had at the hotel was good too.

Izumi: I had no idea that the mail I picked up was a notice of you winning.

Tsuzuru: Same here.

Masumi: I got this for you.

Izumi: Did you really buy all of this? There’s even a headband.

Citron: You even bought a headband, Masumi!?

Masumi: Yeah. It matches with mine. I wanted it to feel like we went together.

Itaru: Predictable.

Izumi: Is that so… Well, thanks! Huh, is this a plushie…?

Chikage: That’s one of the theme park’s mascot characters.

Sakuya: Her name is Jenny and Masumi-kun won her for you in a minigame!

Masumi: …Wrong. Sakuya and I won it together.

Sakuya: Masumi-kun…!

Itaru: Not only is he not taking full credit for his work, but he’s mentioning Sakuya’s help too…

Chikage: Our youngest son is growing up.

Citron: Masumi is such a good boy!

Masumi: …You’re all annoying.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Knocking*

Izumi: Yes?

*Door opens*

Izumi: Sakuya-kun… What’s up?

Sakuya: I wasn’t able to give it to you earlier, but I actually got something for you too, Director.

Izumi: Thank you! Can I open it?

Sakuya: Of course!

Izumi: Are these clear files?

Sakuya: I kinda struggled with picking something, but I thought that since you get a lot of papers from meetings and stuff…

Sakuya: That you could use something like this, so that’s why I got it.

Izumi: Fufu, how attentive of you!

Izumi: I do use clear files a lot to keep all my materials together, so these will be very helpful.

Sakuya: I’m glad…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Choose!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Option 1: I’ll make use of them.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: I’ll make use of them.

Sakuya: Yeah, please use them a lot! If you run out of ones to use, I’ll make sure to give you more!

Izumi: Huh, you don’t have to do that.

Sakuya: But I want to!

Izumi: Gotcha, thanks!

Izumi: Seems like you had a lot of fun at Block TOY Land, I’m glad.

Sakuya: I did! The attractions were interesting and playing the minigames with everyone was really fun.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Option 2: These are really cute files!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: These are really cute files!

Sakuya: It has characters and buildings made of Block TOYs printed on it.

Sakuya: They actually have this building at Block TOY Land!

Izumi: Really? That kind of makes me feel like I went there too.

Izumi: Thank you, Sakuya-kun.

Sakuya: I’m happy that you’re happy, Director.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: Let’s go together next time, Director!

[ ⇠ Previous Part ]

#a3! #a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #itaru chigasaki #citron #chikage utsuki #// finally finishing this like half a century later

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

5, 9, and 18 for the fanfic writer ask :3c

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

out of my publicly available ones?? i would say it's probably a tie between Fear Itself and Turncoat. the former took me a lot longer to write, but i was balancing my writing with school at the time, so that's inevitable. i really like how well it flows, though- especially for how choppy the writing process was.

as for turncoat, it kind of just feels like a staple of my ao3 account. we all love the torture here. it's well written torture- i think, anyways. especially for having no god damn clue ahead of time how i was going to write an in depth hypnosis scene. hooray for the power of flashbanging the reader with prose forever yaay

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

zor and it's not even a contest honestly. i feel like no matter how i write them, it doesn't sound like their voice. which is hilarious considering i try to write them to be as vague and undefined as possible, so never getting a grasp on them is how i want the reader to feel. but i'm not the reader. i'm the writer. and i need to know.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

publicly? i needed to psych myself up like twelve times before i posted Again, Our Respite and like. there isn't even any yuri sex in it?? there was SUPPOSED to be. but like. idk how to write that. so its just yuri touching instead. which is still kind of as sensual as my writing has ever gotten.

but in regards to PRIVATE fics? from my YOUTH especially? i was like. off the wall. i was churning out stuff in middle school that i completely forgot about. fanfiction of me specifically getting brutalized by various undertale characters. a lot of stuff about assorted video game characters getting publicly executed. i gave cuphead and mugman terminal illnesses. i waterboarded some guy from eddsworld. i didn't even like eddsworld that much. i forgot i even wrote that.

i don't know if this counts, but when i wrote I Taste You, You Taste Me (which is nowhere close to the wildest thing i ever wrote but its relevant because it's worship related) it was like. 3 in the morning or something like that. and i was either going to write about the fabricator horribly losing her arm and becoming a semi-mutant in order to stay alive as a 'boon' from her eldritch goddess, or write about solaris getting the life beaten out of her in a fucked up and evil dungeon. chained to the wall type beat.

and i went with the former. but i think about the latter all the time. and i never actually wrote it. but if i did it would be up there.

#ask #have you ever heard of the iron comb

[hazelthevixen]

Fireworks are awesome :3 + Pokemon Go and other goodies 'n' stufff

Here in the UK the fireworks have come to town! :D And it is bonfire night so happy firework night ^-^ I saw some really cool fireworks right outside my door tonight while I was playing pokemon go :D Team Mystic ftw! X3 I had my roserade, braixen, and meowscarada left at gyms to defend and it seems that my fellow teammates have joined yaay ^w^ well, I joined one of them X3 that was the one where my meowscarada came along :D We brits don't get 4th of july celebrations like the americans do, but we do get bonfire night and that's still cool ^-^ This year's firework night sadly doesn't really have a big firework display, but at least the fireworks were coming up here and there all around town, which was still pretty cool :3 Who knew playing Pokemon Go on the night of the fireworks was gonna be so fun? :D Don't worry tho, my eyes aren't glued to screens so when I talk to offline people or see to offline things, I always put my phone down and pay attention to whatever's happening offline. Sadly not many people do this, but I think they should do it more y'know? I am so proud of my guinea pigs, they don't mind the fireworks one single bit and have been carrying on enjoying life :3 They were being adorable today, I gave em lots of cuddles and attention >w< I love my babies 💛 Anywho, now I'm back home and preparing a nice hot choccy and my caterpillar birthday cake since it was my birthday recently, and I've been enjoying watching the One Piece anime lately so I'm gonna go watch some moar of dat X3 Oh and lately I've been standing up for myself because I have this stalker who has been copying, plagiarising, stalking, lying, and harassing me for half a decade now, and even though alot of the time I was just peacefully walking away from it all, the stalker and harasser was still poking the bear (or fox to be exact) and is still doing so, despite the fact I never even did anything wrong. So I actually found that standing up for myself seems to be alot better than avoiding and keeping quiet like I was told. I will not keep quiet and run away no more. I will stand up and protect myself. Self defense! >:3 Aaanyway! After I post this, I'm gonna watch One Piece while I have some caterpillar chocolate birthday cake and orange flavoured hot chocolate with marshmallows :3 Peace! ☮

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[happycricketbox]

I did it… I finished Persona 5 Royal!! Here's my unfiltered thoughts on it (a.k.a me entering my Hater mode)

That was so long!! WAY longer than it needed to be. I sorta dicked around but not much, and ended up with around 150 hours of playtime. Ultimately i think this is my least favorite aspect of it. Of course, i wouldn't mind playing as long as i need to, if the story warranted it. But it's not!!!!!!! I almost quit multiple times towards the end because i've grown weary of it and i'm sure whatever awaits me by the end will not be worth it. But i pushed through! Yaay.

That brings my second least favorite aspect.

Even before playing it, i already have reservations about the main theme of the game (society bad?? 😲). And playing it made it clear about how oh so apparent that theme is. Almost every single villain is a mustache twirling saturday morning cartoon villain. Maybe i am getting too old to appreciate this kind of story, but i couldn't stand it (and the cutscenes we got of Ann's wet thighs and Ryuji ogling at her boobs in the desert makes me believe that this game is targeted towards teens... i'm honestly still baffled, they're insane for that one) The way they insists how Phantom Thieves are so edgy and genius and cool. How they kept calling us the ""trickster"" of this world or whatever. It is so simplistic yet so pretentious. The story addition in Royal is a nice surprise though, but it feels like a somewhat alright arc in an anime i feel nothing about, lol. Main story aside, i also have problems with the side stories (individual confidants) in general.

At first i liked and appreciated the variety of characters we get to bond with, but after spending time with them it became apparent that a lot of these go towards pretty much in the same direction (we met > we learn about Problem > we solve it by defeating the Problem Source in mementos > Problem solved!). It's just... kind of lame? Like the characters didn't need to work to solve their problem. I wish they had more depth than just a poor soul tortured by the Evil.

Actually i do have a dozen other problems with it (like how the events are all HORRIBLE + the characterization of our teammates + pacing and what nots) but i'll cut this rant short because i'm tired lol. The best aspect of it really is the visual, as i'm sure many have pointed out, and i enjoy the gameplay elements a lot. I also appreciate the amount of supplemental things you can do in your free time (even though i'm supposed to ignore them for confidant grinding).

It's a game with eons of flaws and i can see why some would call it the worst of the bunch. I don't regret playing it, though. But i will NOT be touching it again. Feel free to check it out if you're interested in the Persona series, but honestly if you ask me, if you have 150 hours to waste i'd just tell you to read Umineko instead.

Thanks for reading :]

#cricket reviews #also everyone said morgana is the worst so i braced myself but he ended up being my favorite #maybe i just like the horrible ones

[aeoki]

Capriccio of a Tiger or Something - Chapter 2

Location: Seisou Hall Common Room Characters: Tetora, Shinobu, Mitsuru, Souma, Adonis, Arashi, Leo & Natsume

TL Note:

For those who don’t know, Natsume calls Arashi “Kaminari-san” which means thunder and lightning. This refers to the kanji in Arashi’s name meaning “storm”.

If it wasn’t obvious, Leo makes a pun with the word for tiger (tora / 虎) and Tetora’s name (鉄虎) as both of them contain the kanji for tiger.

Shinobu: Everyone~ Gather round! The hypnosis corner you’ve all been waiting for is finally starting ~de gozaru!

Though it may be presumptuous of me, I, Shinobu Sengoku, shall be your host ♪ And the one who will be hypnotising you all is none other than…

Natsume Sakasaki-dono~! Let’s welcome him with a round of applause~☆

Natsume: Thank you for the introductiON, Sengoku-kun. It’s not a game one would usually play during New YeaR’S, but I received quite a large amount of requests, you sEE.

I would be happy to let you experience something a little out of the ordinary with my hypnotism.

Mitsuru: Yaaaay ♪ I’m super excited for Nacchan-senpai’s hypnosis!

I've been “on the edge of my seat” ever since I watched a TV show about it, y’know~☆

Tetora: I watched it too but it was really amazing. The one where they couldn’t get up from the chair really surprised me.

I can’t believe a strong-looking martial artist couldn’t budge at all even when he put all his strength into his muscles…

Mitsuru: Yeah, it was really cool. There were other things too like making a sour lemon taste sweet and making a ball look like a bomb. Is that really possible?

Souma: At the very least, one can become an infant when they are hypnotised. I have experienced that personally; it is a rather painful set of memories.

Arashi: What? You turned into a baby, Souma-chan? That definitely sounds interesting… I mean, cute. I wish I could have seen it.

Adonis: I have heard the purer you are, the easier it is for you to be hypnotised. I’m sure that’s what happened to Kanzaki.

Natsume: I think Souma-kun also has the capabilities to be a hypnotist as weLL. Most people Wataru Nii-san hypnotise fall into a trance.

…Well, let’s put an end to our chit-chat heRE. Mitsuru-kun was the one who said they wanted to be hypnotised first, rigHT? Could you take a seat heRE?

Mitsuru: Yeah! Ahaha, I’m getting kinda nervous~

Leo: Good luck, Mittsu~! I know you can beat Natsume’s hypnotism~!

Arashi: Oh, since when did you get here, Leo-kun? Actually, I had no idea you even returned to Seisou Hall.

Leo: I just got back! I’m waiting for my turn so Natsume can hypnotise me right now though ♪

Natsume: I’m about to hypnotise hIM so please keep it doWN.

Alright, Mitsuru-kun, keep your eyes on this pendulum.

< After some time. The third person at the hypnosis corner. >

Shinobu: O-Ohh…!? It’s sweet, the lemon really tastes sweet! *Munch munch…* I feel like I could eat this forever ~de gozaru.

Mitsuru: Yaay, yay ☆ This is amazing, y’know!

Me and Arashi-chan-senpai clenched our fists into a ball but we couldn’t open them. And Shinobu-chan’s tongue has turned weird!

Arashi: I was really surprised, you know? And here I thought I wouldn’t be hypnotised that easily.

Natsume: The nature of the individual being hypnotised is a crucial factor, after aLL. It just means your affinity for this is quite goOD, Kaminari-san[1].

Shinobu: You can make people unable to move parts of their body and transform their taste buds. You’re just like a sorcerer, Sakasaki-dono~ *Munch munch…*

Natsume: I’d prefer if you called me a magician insteAD. Come on, stop eating the lemon and look over heRE. I have to undo the hypnosis on yoU.

Once I clap my hands, the hypnosis on you will be undone and your taste buds will return to normal… 3, 2, 1…

Shinobu: ………!?

Wahyaaa!? My mouth is so sour ~de gozaru!

Tetora: Shinobu-kun, here’s some water! Calm down and drink this…!

Shinobu: *Gulp gulp…* T-That really helped~ I was so surprised my mouth was sour all of a sudden.

Natsume: Fufu, this is just the beginniNG. Next, I shall show you all something that's a bit dariNG ♪

Souma: You say that was merely the beginning? And what do you mean by something daring…?

Natsume: You shall have to wait and sEE… Alright, it’s Ado-chan-kun’s turn next, isn’t iT? Could you sit in front of mE?

Adonis: Sure. I’m curious to see what kind of hypnosis it will be… but what do I need to do?

Natsume: You just have to keep your eyes focused on this pendulUM and listen to my voiCE. Don’t be nervous and don't tense uP. Taking deep breaths will help as weLL.

…I want you to think of an animAL. It can be one you like or one you want to bE.

Adonis: ………… (Thinks about the animal.)

Tetora: *Whispers* An animal I wanna be…

Leo: (Something fishy’s started again~ But thinking about what animal you wanna be sounds pretty interesting.)

(If it was me, I guess I’d wanna be a cat? I wanna talk to Little John the next time I see her.)

(Oh yeah, and cats always look like they’re having a nice time basking in the sun. I wanna be a cat and experience that too!)

Tetora: ………?

Adonis: –Hm? What’s wrong, Nagumo? Is everything all right?

Natsume: HuH…?

Tetora: H-Hmm…? Grrrrr!

Mitsuru: Tetsu-chan’s acting kinda weird. He’s growling like an animal, y’know?

Tetora: Uuu~? Grrrr, grrrrr?

Souma: How strange. What on earth has happened to Nagumo?

Leo: Hm~...?

Uhh. Maybe he’s turned into a tora – a tiger? Y’know, ‘cause he’s Tetora[2]!

Shinobu: Tetora-kun’s turned into a tiger? His cries certainly do sound like an animal’s~?

Natsume: HmM…

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[peachym00]

Chapter 3 is here 👀

let's go to hell (together) (23050 words) by peachyM00

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun When he and his grandmother owe the minor family a debt, Pete finds himself pushed deeper into the mafia world than ever before. Working for Vegas sounds like Pete’s idea of Hell. But when feelings develop and lives are on the line, will the Devil finally admit he’s met his match?

Vegas’s office had a painting inside of it that Pete had grown to hate. All sorts of gothic artwork were dotted around the compound, but this painting was the worst of them all. It was so large it took up most of the wall behind his desk, so Vegas was highlighted by dark imagery every time he sat down.

He’d heard from the grapevine that the office used to belong to Vegas’s father, which Pete secretly hoped was true. It would make much more sense.

“I have a meeting I must attend with the head of the Sangthong family, and I want you to come with me,” Vegas told him as he sat before the ghastly painting. “We’ve been trying to get them to work with us for a while, and they’re close to signing the contract.”

“Okay,” Pete agrees readily, “when is the meeting?”

“It’s in two days; I’ll get Rhett to prep you with some information on them so you can follow along. I thought it time that you see the type of deals we do, give you a break from all that training.”

Pete was intrigued. He’d been to many of the meetings Yaai had with other gangs that wanted to work with her; it was mostly dull, but when he had gotten older and more involved, he saw how integral these kinds of things were for making connections with people. Especially when you needed them just as much as they needed you.

He wondered what the case would be for this meeting. Though it was hard to imagine the minor family needing connections like that. Usually, the little fish requires protection from the bigger one. But what did Pete know?

“Is there anything important I should know now? If they are offended if I wear red, for example.” This may have sounded like a stupid question to Vegas, but Pete once went to a meeting where the other gang refused to do deals if the colour yellow was seen in the room. They ended up cutting contact with them after that.

“My advice would be to have your wits about you,” Vegas smirked, standing up from his chair, “though I’m sure you will.”

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