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gnostiquette · 2 years

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the satan: oh foolish mortal...i greet you, to reveal your desires unto you! me: ok hey what's up the satan: i have decided to test you, to-day, to discern your commitment to The Good me: sounds great! so, do i have to reject a kingdom of glory and riches or refuse to jump off a building and make God save me or— the satan: oh no none of that. this'll be much simpler. i am going to present you with a series of ethical situations! ahahaha! me: oh sweet i think about these all the time the satan: perfect...it is time for The First Situation! now, picture a city that is so perfect, everyone is happy and no one is ever sad and there's cakes and festivals and orgies and— me: is this Omelas the satan: me: like this is just gonna be the Le Guin story with the kid in the basement right the satan: ...yeah. ok so there's the kid and the basement and there's the torture, ok yeah you know this one. right. so anyway...you have just learned about the kid being tortured in the basement. what is your judgement here? me: well uh, i guess i walk away the satan: aha but i didn't ask you what you'd do, did i? me: oh come on you tricky little fuck. ok. yeah this situation sucks the satan: and why, pray tell, do you say that is, despite all the happiness and nonsadness and cakes and festivals and orgies and whatnot? me: i suppose it's just that none of that shit justifies torturing a kid in a basement forever. also all that shit sounds kinda gay when you put it like that. like some weird Dutch fag shit the satan: ah. well, moving on, you whimsy-hating homophobe— me: what, just because i say that sounds like Dutch fag shit makes me homophobic? i'm gay you know i can call shit fag shit if i want the satan: —moving on, you would agree with the statement that whatever the consequence, it is inherently wrong to torture a child, hmm? me: well yeah that sounds about right the satan: aha...! me: wait why'd you make that noise the satan: wh-what me: that clicking noise. that was you right the satan: oh no no noise of things clicking into place emanated from my nostrils me: you worded that pretty weirdly, you know the satan: it's time for The Second Situation! you have cro— me: damn you just straight up evaded what i was saying the satan: —you have crossed The First Situation, i was saying, so now it is time for round two. ahem. now, firstly, would you agree that, in general, lying and stealing and cheating are bad? me: well, yeah. i don't like lying, and in general it seems pretty fucked up to cheat and steal the satan: so now you have come across a man in the street who is starving and wounded. after one hour he will die if he is not fed and treated for his wound. there is a store nearby but you are flat broke and have no pocket money, and begging isn't an option. even if you ask your friends to PayPal you they will not be able to get back to you for another two hours. the ER is too far away and there's too much traffic for an ambulance to arrive and take him there in less than an hour and a half, but there is a clinic nearby able to take anyone immediately. however the clinic only accepts people with insurance, and neither of you have an insurance card. you are, however, fairly confident that you can make up fake details that they would be willing to accept. me: what are you trying to write a Jacobin article or something. i'm already a socialist, you don't need to lay out how fucked up our healthcare system or whatnot is, i already know— the satan: okok sure this would never happen under socialism blahblahblah the point is what would you do in this situation me: but in the last one the point was my judgement not what i do. this is getting confusing the satan: DIFFERENT SITUATIONS HAVE DIFFERENT RULES OK?? GOD JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW God: OH HEY SATAN DID YOU JUST CALL UPON ME the satan: HOLD ON I'M STILL TESTING THIS GUY GIVE ME A SECOND God: OH OK THAT'S YOUR JOB AFTER ALL. I SHALL LEAVE YOU TO IT. JUST DON'T BE TOO MEAN

the satan: FUCK. ok. ok. anyway here's the question. assuming you're also relatively confident you can shoplift without getting caught, do you steal a couple things from the store for the man to eat and do you present fake information to the clinic to get them to accept the guy and treat his wound me: yeah totally. i don't want him to die or anything. i'd gladly do just about anything to save someone's life the satan: so in other words, doing bad things like lying, stealing, and cheating in order to accomplish a good thing such as saving a life is good, right? me: sure, i'd say so the satan: AAAAAHH-HAA! i have TRAPPED you! for your response to the first situation implies that good inheres in the act itself, regardless of consequences, and your response to the second implies that good inheres in the consequences of an act, regardless of the means!

me: i mean...not necessarily? like— the satan: wh-what do you mean, mortal me: well, perhaps i think the negative consequences of torture for the child far outweigh the positive consequences for everyone else the satan: what the fuck is that you're doing me: oh i mean you're doing red text, i figure i do blue text, i figure this is like an Umineko thing or whatever the satan: fine. sure. you can do that. whatever. none of this matters to me. why did i pick this fucking job in the first place me: the satan: ...ok, the townspeople get far more happiness than the kid gets suffering me: but what if suffering itself is worth more in moral accounting than happiness, for instance the satan: then how about this? in the second example, you could have caused the shop to shut down due to lost trust with the distributor! you could have caused the clinic to lose their licence over insurance fraud! those could have easily caused far more suffering than if the man simply passed out and died after an hour! me: that's...that sounds far-fetched, but you said it in red, so. ok what if good actually inheres in the character of the person doing the act, so a virtuous person would refuse to sanction torturing a child for the greater good and gladly steal and cheat to save a man's life the satan: virtue ethics is unable to provide actionable guidance! me: oh? the satan: all you can do is imagine what a virtuous person would do, and different people have wildly different imaginations! me: well hmm. that's fair. i'm not sure i could personally live with that, especially in an age where we're getting ever closer to potentially misaligned AI. what if there's rules that say you must never do some things but then other rules can be broken if there's something more important the satan: if those rules exist, then list them off and justify them to me >: ) me: uh, don't torture, don't rape...don't kill is up there, but what if you're killing someone to defend someone else...wait fuck no, what about bombing civilians to end a war, that doesn't sound justifiable at all...god damn it... God: OH HELLO YES I'M BACK the satan: NO FUCK NO WAIT NO God: HELLO DEAR SWEET MORTAL CHILD. IS MY EMPLOYEE BEING TOO HARD ON YOU? OH DEAR I CAN GIVE YOU AN ANSWER IF THIS IS GOING TOO POORLY the satan: oh come on please just let me do my job like normal God: MY DEAR LITTLE CREATURE I HOPE YOU KNOW YOU CAN SIMPLY RELY ON MY EDICT AND ALL THESE DILEMMAS BECOME AS DUST IN THE BROOM OF AN OLD FAT LADY me: why thank you, my Lord, but no matter how perfect You are, it remains that divine command theory is a fundamentally subjectivist theory that cannot provide a truly objective and impersonal basis for ethics, and subjective morality is not a risk i'm really willing to take God: BUT AREN'T I PERFECT FOR YOU AND ALL THINGS MY PRECIOUS LITTLE CREATION me: why, yes, but there's a small but persistent chance You're a figment of my imagination, just like the satan over here, and— the satan: hhHHEYYY NOW me: —and i know that You love righteousness, so really i'd rather continue pleasing You even if You weren't around to tell me what righteousness is God: WHY THAT IS VERY SWEET OF YOU. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M JUST GOING TO STRAIGHT UP LIFT YOU TO HEAVEN LIKE THAT MERRY OLD FELLOW FAUST me: wait huh the satan: w-wait Lord don't you think you're being a bit hasty in judgement a chorus of angels: [grabbing me and lifting me into the aether] ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*HE WHO STRIVES ON AND LIVES TO STRIVE CAN EARN REDEMPTION STILL*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ me: [rapidly disappearing into the sky, utterly bewildered] wait. hold on. hold up. wait,

#ethics #metaethics #philosophy #this is what's going on inside my head 24/7

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mehiwilldoitlater · 5 months

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Básicamente un TN o YN que es como Malleus Draconia de Twisted Wonderland (Prácticamente la descripción más importante de Malleus, un ser amable y tranquilo pero muy peligroso y poderoso: por eso muchos le temen... por ese miedo muchos simplemente lo olvidan. (quiero invitarlos a fiestas, reuniones o eventos sociales porque su sola presencia molesta o incomoda a todos, simplemente algo triste)

¿Cómo reaccionarían las naciones de Teyvat al enterarse de que su YN prácticamente NUNCA ha recibido una invitación? Básicamente, están tan contentos con esta invitación que los han invitado a una fiesta.

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Basically a TN or YN that is like Malleus Draconia of Twisted Wonderland (Practically the most important description of Malleus, a kind and quiet but very dangerous and powerful being: that is why many fear it… for that fear many simply forget it. (I want to invite you to parties, meetings or social events because your single presence bothers or bothers everyone, just a little sad)

How would the nations of Teyvat react when they discover that their YN has almost never received an invitation? Basically, they’re so happy with this invitation that they were invited to a party

I'm not quite sure how you wanted to put it, but I'll try!

Now, Y/N is hella strong, and I mean, creators are kind of strong. Move mountains, rise the seas, and create blood-turning rivers—ALL THE STAFF.

They have this aura around them—the one that could crash any kind of ego without even flinching a finger. And everyone knows that and fears that—to the point that they never guessed if they were actually happy in that situation.

The reader wasn't that fine with it. To be fair, it wasn't even something that they would enjoy; they felt just so lonely in their giant temple, waiting for someone or something.

Their first invitation came like a warm wind during the winter.

Freminet loved your place—so big, so quiet. He enjoyed that you let him stay at your place, minding him no business at all, just tending to your garden while he was wandering the small lakes in the Creator temple. When he sent them a small letter, an invitation, something clicked in the reader's mind.

"What is this?"

"An invitation to my sister's tea party...for you..."

They have never received any invitations since the day they came to Teyvat. It was so stressful, but they couldn't take away the happy smile on their faces.

When the day of the tea party came, finally Lynette and Lyney understood who their brother friend was that he used to talk about. That wasn't what they thought about. When the Creator himself appeared to them, with a small box full of dessert in their hands and an elegant smile on their faces, the two siblings were in pure shock.

What if they do something to upset the creator? What if Lyney says something wrong? What if... and there you and Freminet just started to enjoy the tea together?

Readre tried so hard to not make anyone feel uncomfortable, but everyone was so stiff, except Freminet; of course, he couldn't be bothered at all by them.

When Readre started to tell how happy they were after receiving that letter from Freminet, Lyney started to make a guess.

"How is it possible that you, the mighty creator, don't receive any invitation to party, even in your own honor?"

"Maybe it's for my jokes?"

Ajh, so the creator was just a big dumbass. What news!

After that, the information started to spread. And the archons started to feel some shame for themselves.

They genuinely believed that the Creator never had time for pitty little pèarty or small festivals; they never could imagine that they could feel so lonely. Things started to change—for the worst, maybe.

"Ooookay! Today we have lunch at Mondstadt with some wine tasting at the Ragnivndr Mansion, then dinner at the Akademiya. Very early, we must go, and I mean, fly, to Watatsumi Island and"

Lumine was just at the beginning of her daily report of the creator's activity. Only to find them half asleep on the table.

"Maybe being the center of attention, it's not so fanatical at all."

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #malleus draconia #creator!reader #sagau

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frickinsleepdeprived · 1 year

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Sing For Me~ (Tengen Uzui x fem! Reader) ***MINORS DNI***

Back at it again with the sins- i mean holy content lmao hope you guys enjoy! As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

CW: female oral pleasure, fingering, edging, downright nastiness overall >:)

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Tengen was never really the type for simplicity, always wanting the flashiest and gaudiest of things. Didn't matter if it was clothes, jewels, people, or mannerisms. If it was flashy, he wanted it. Then there's (Y/N), no inheritance to her name, nothing fancy or exciting about her. Just a young slayer of about 21 years old trying to make it in life. This is who Tengen has to train, the one he has to turn into the hashira that will soon replace him.

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"Master Uzui, I'm not sure why I have to wear such a thing. Don't you think that this will weigh me down by about a metric ass ton?" You asked, looking at the belt he handed you that was bedazzled with various stones. Emeralds, diamonds, sapphires, rubies, etc. The hashira could only laugh though, finding your concern endearing in a way. He's had apprentices like this, but he's never had someone with a background like yours. Or at least, someone with a background he knows nothing about. He wasn't about to pry though, all he was concerned about was you going out in style as you prepared for a real battle on the next mission.

"Nonsense, the only way I'll let you go out there to slay the most vile of demons is if you go out in the flashiest way possible! The God of festivals deems it so! Now, why don't we get started on some more technique training? You seem to be having a hard time with that as of lately. Unless you feel as though there's a more pressing issue to attend to as far as swordsmanship goes." You thought about it for a moment, what could you possibly do that'll get you out of technique training you’ve been doing for the fifth day in a row? An idea popped to mind, but you knew it would be dangerous to pursue.

"I want to hone my breathing skills better sir. It's vital for battle, if I don't I know I'll surely die out there." You finalized, breathing shakily as you saw the concerned yet disappointed look on your master's face. Tengen knew exactly why he didn't want you working on your breathing just yet. Mostly because his boss ordered it. But also because the last time it happened, well, it didn't blow over so well. "Look, I know it's not ideal but how else am I supposed to be a hashira if I don't? If I don't do it now, I'll never do it at all. So please, if you'll be so inclined to teach me the breathing techniques, I'd be more than happy to do whatever handy work you have for me afterwards." Tengen thought about it for a minute, he knew he needed a couple of things done as far as paperwork went. He also needed some help with a few miscellaneous things that he figured could wait for later. But now that the offer was presented to him, how could he resist?

"You know what, if you're so eager to learn I'll teach you. But you have to be ready to be severely out of breath, because we're about to battle for real this time. Are you ready?" His voice wasn't as cheerful or nonchalant as usual. Rather it was one of seriousness, kinda like Rengoku but not quite as encouraging. You shook your nervous expression and raised your gaze to meet his eyes. Which by now were burning with determination on both sides.

"Are you challenging me, master Uzui? You really think I'm not up for the challenge you present for me?" You inquired, sneering at him. He could only smile and ruffle your hair though, as any mentor would do for their apprentice.

"No (Y/N), I'm merely testing your bearings. And so far, you're doing wonderfully. Tomioka has trained you well in that regard. Now, what form would you like to work on first? I know your previous trainer went over the first six forms with you. Would you like to review them?" Tengen asked, leaning against a nearby wall in the training area.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to review the first three at least. It's been about a year since the last incident with the breathing techniques, so I shouldn't have such a hard time with it." You commented, unsheathing your sword and watching it glimmer in the light. It fits you perfectly, at least for what type of breathing you do. Tengen seemed pleased with this, you supposed he wanted you to fight him on this. Maybe this was a test of will? You had no idea but you knew you were getting to work on something you've been meaning to do for a whole.

"Excellent, let's start with the first form. We want this to be as fierce as possible. Sometimes battle will never be flashy, oftentimes it'll be boring to the point where you want the demon to take you instead. But nevertheless, you gotta make the most of it. Here, let me fix your stance.-" He paused to fix the way you stood. "You need to stand like you're in a punching position. Your left foot forward and your right foot right behind it. You should find yourself in a position where you're prepared to lunge at your boring target. Because that's what demons are, they're boring as hell." Tengen's comments made you laugh on the inside. He knew how to brighten you up even in the most stressful of situations. Although, your mind was elsewhere, it was on something far more dear to you than his snarky comments. But those were thoughts for later. "Now, raise your arms at an angle, take a deep and steady breath then swing as hard as you can shouting your first form name." Sounded easy enough to you.

"Sound breathing, first form: Roar!" Swinging with all of your might, you released your breath as you saw rays of black shadows release from your blade, making almost a dragon like shape. It hit your target perfectly. Tengen, needless to say, was pleased with these results. "Sound breathing, fourth form: Constant resounding flashes!" Without thinking, you moved to the fourth form effortlessly. Obviously remembering to breathe this time as you swung your blade, then releasing the breath as your hit landed. You took a second to gather yourself after that, only to hear Tengen's clapping in the back.

"Wow, impressive. Good job, I knew you could do it in such a flashy way after all." Tengen commended you for your efforts. Although it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, truth be told, you were actually expecting something a little more condescending than that. He’s always been like that, at least towards you in the two years that you’ve known him. Since you were 19, you’ve been training under many different hashira for many different reasons. However, Tengen proved to be a feat in of himself. His flashy ways, his flamboyant yet arrogant personality, not to mention the gaudiness of the way he dresses… it was all just conjecture to you. You never quite understood why someone would want to live such a lifestyle. “Well, that’s enough for today. You should probably just stick with those two for now. Breathing techniques are hard to master, they require time and patience. And I’d hate to break it to you, but (Y/N), you barely have any patience at all.” Tengen deadpanned at the last phrase, leaving you with an expression that feigned offense. He was pretty fond of it honestly, finding it quite endearing that his apprentice could joke around with him like an old friend. “Alright, let’s end it here. You should get some rest before the mission tomorrow evening. It’ll be short lived, just so you can get a feel for being a hashira… and since you’ll be with me, I’ll make sure it’s the flashiest experience of your life!” He exclaimed, trying to get you to crack at least a small smile. You sighed though, knowing that tomorrow night might be your last sunset. Although, you had to admit that there were other things on your mind that you figured weren’t worth attending to at the present moment. He noticed this, knowing you could get too into your own head. Tengen leveled himself to your height, “Hey, what’s going on? You’re usually not like this. Crack a joke or something, liven up. No point in worrying too much before a mission, save that energy for tomorrow.” Tengen lifted your chin to make you look at him, a blush rose to your cheeks as you had no idea what to say. No thoughts, head empty, only Tengen. Your mind was merely blank as you stared into his magenta eyes. It was no wonder he had three wives, well, at least from what you heard he does. It wasn't your place to question someone's personal life, especially someone who has taken you under their wing to make you into a hashira.

"You know that's why I lead a simple life right? Because of my impatience i mean. After all, I doubt I could keep up with your flashiness given my luck." You commented, sighing at the way he was looking at you. It was almost like he wanted to convey something to you but he didn't want to say it out loud. He chuckled, kissing your forehead. "Consider that a token of luck. Bestowed upon you by the God of festivals!" Okay, that made you smile. Which was exactly what he was looking for, a smile upon your face. "Now come on, I know you're hungry and tired given all of the effort you put in today. So let's go ahead and do something about that alright?"

"Sounds good to me." You spoke, walking with him back to wherever you guys were going.

*fast forward after the mission bc I'm FUCKING lazy*

You took a shaky breath, that demon was uh, something else. Who knew mountain demons were something else entirely. You didn't know if you were up against an upper or lower moon, or if it was just some random demon with insane powers. You looked around, looking for Tengen frantically. He said he'd be right by your side through it all but you couldn't seem to find him anywhere. "Master Uzui?! Where are you?! Give me a sign you're okay!" You shouted as the sun set. A gust of wind followed shortly afterwards, you whipped around to see a flash of white hair. "Master…?" You approached the figure, only to feel a hand on your shoulder from behind. Whipping around bearing your sword ready to defend yourself, only to find a familiar stature in front of you.

"That was by far the flashiest I've seen you perform! Well done (Y/N), you're one step closer to becoming a hashira! And to think that ended up being a more powerful demon than we anticipated, you truly shine on the battlefield." You looked up to see Tengen, his face left without a scratch but his arms were cut up and bleeding from battle. Your eyes began to sting, but you couldn't let yourself cry in front of him. However your efforts were in vain, and you broke. Tengen was taken aback, having never seen you so emotionally vulnerable. "Whoa, okay, hey hey now. Calm down, you're alive and that's all that matters. Come on, let's go get to somewhere safe okay?" He suggested, lowering himself to your level and caressing your arms like he would a child. The only difference is that you're his apprentice, he's responsible not only for your welfare but also your life. He tilted your chin up to have you look at him. "Hey, let it out, talk to me about it. You gotta get it out, so do what you gotta do and say what you need to say. Alright?" Tengen spoke softly, wiping away some of your tears as you tried to compose yourself to speak.

"I- I never thought I could do it Master Uzui... but gods why does it have to come to this?! Why do we have to kill living beings that were once human?! I- I…" You fell to your feet, feeling as though you had let Tengen down along with the other hashiras who worked tirelessly to prepare you for this moment. Looking at your disheveled form he helped you stand once more, and to sheath your blade with your shaking hands. "A-ah! Gods please be careful Master Uzui…" Feeling a sharp pain in your arm, you winced when Tengen lifted your arm to find blood oozing from it.

"Looks like you got a nasty cut yourself. Come on, let's get somewhere safer than here." He wrapped your arm around his waist to help you balance, making sure to not let you fall. "You know, this is the reason why I didn't want you working on your breathing in the first place right? I don't need you falling ill this easily." He commented, hearing your heartbeat still racing. You tried gathering yourself as best as you could, breathing heavily as if you were still in battle. You began to cough as you tried catching your breath further. You stopped moving, coughing harder than you were before and doubling over in pain. "Okay this clearly isn't good, fight it (Y/N), I’ll be sure to find a place to rest in no time. All you have to do is stay awake.” Tengen commanded, trying to offer some encouragement as he picked you up and ran as fast as he could. You took this time to breathe deeply, trying to ease your mind from the thought of almost losing your life or even Tengen losing his. The fact that you’re both wounded is bad enough. But the question really is were you even breathing all throughout that battle?

“M-master Usui, will I die tonight? I’m having a really hard time breathing…” You asked weakly, hearing a door slide open and feeling the warmth envelop you in its embrace. He looked at you with what seemed to be care, the kind of look he’d give his wives or maybe to Tanjiro. After shutting the door with his foot he placed you down on the bed, courtesy of the demon slayer corps. Sitting up you looked at your arm in the light, it wasn’t too bad but you knew what a deep cut could do. At least now you could breathe better, which was good news to Tengen as he could see your condition improve almost instantly.

“Nonsense, you’re not going to die. All you needed was to breathe, perhaps sitting down is what you needed after all. Panicking like that isn’t good for you, but I can understand why simply because this was your first battle as a hashira in training. That demon was pretty strong too, put up one hell of a flashy fight also.” He stated, rekindling the fire that was previously started by whoever was here before. “But, nevertheless we should take this time to rest. Or recap on a few things from the mission, if you want to.” Tengen sighed as he sat next to you, wrapping your arm with medical supplies someone had left behind. You thought about it for a second, then looked down at the belt he gave you the day prior.

“Well, firstly, the belt is surprisingly lightweight. I didn’t think it’d be this nice on me if I’m being completely honest.” You giggled as you spoke, something you’ve never quite done before. Taking some antiseptic and a sterile pad you wiped any infection away from the cuts on his arms. Feeling the muscles as you held them in your hand. “Secondly, there’s just not a lot to talk about on my end. I’m sure you’ve heard my story from Giyuu or perhaps Rengoku. Also youre really good at patching up wounds, what are you some kind of secret medic?” You chuckled as you spoke while Tengen simply laughed. He loved seeing you like this, as if it weren't evident enough.

“I actually haven’t heard anything, believe it or not. Not even Tanjiro felt comfortable telling me. He said it was too touchy of a subject and I’d have to ask you. But I won’t push it if you don’t want to tell me. Wouldn’t be very flashy of me now would it?” You laughed at that last bit, your smile warming his heart. "Also, people I hold dear to me tend to get injured pretty often. Be it from clumsiness or even combat, Makio being the more frequently injured one of course. Everything I learned is from Shinobu. Though, I doubt I can be as flashy as her when it comes to medical care." Tengen answered your question as best as he could, concentrating on securely wrapping the wound on your arm after disinfecting it.

You sighed, him mentioning your past was a rather touchy subject, even though you were the one to bring it up in the first place. “Well, as far as my past, that's a story for another time. For now, I have other things on my mind. Like training, working on my breathing once we get back to quarters, my feelings for you-” Tengen looked at you with a dumbfounded face. Did he hear that right? Feelings for him? From you no less?

“Wait, wait, stop. What was that last part there?” You realized what you said, blushing harder than you usually do in the night when you think about him. You couldn't say that it’s nothing dirty or anything, but you’ve always just wondered what his hugs felt like, what it would feel like to be in his arms. You’re so small compared to him, the man is over six feet tall. To say you’re a little down bad is an understatement. By down bad, it means that you’re full on SIMPING for this man. And since it’s out, you can’t deny it now. He can already see right through you anyways. “(Y/N), are you suggesting that you have an infatuation towards me? How flashy of you, you’re usually not one to be very forward.” He leaned in closer to you, and being the sound hashira that he is, he could probably hear your heartbeat quickening with every passing beat.

“W-well I mean, I can't deny that I do… but surely your loyalty lies somewhere else whether it’s with a person or with work.” You asked, trying to avert your gaze elsewhere but your eyes just kept wandering back to his. At this point you're disinfecting his arms and wrapping them with the same gentle care that he gave to you. Though, they didn't seem to bother him much even before they were cleaned and wrapped.

“I actually have three wives, (Y/N). Yes the rumors are true, but to the other hashira it’s common knowledge. You’ve actually met them one time when we were training. They brought us food, remember?” He was right, they came by the headquarters to drop off some food for the both of you. But in actuality, they wanted to see who their husband was working with, though the food was indeed an added bonus. “Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru seem to really like you though. Matter of fact, they told me not to come home if you weren’t coming to visit after this mission. Which obviously they were joking of course. But with that said, I suppose your affection isn’t in vain. And if I’m being completely honest…” He leaned in towards you, he was so close to your ear you could practically hear him breathing. “I’m not off the hook when it comes to my feelings about you.” He whispered like a baby's breath, his voice was far more soft than when he would whisper to you in a regular conversation. Your breath hitched in your throat, but rather than fear, you felt a strange sense of relief. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, so it was time for that agonizing twenty questions game you know he hates playing.

“So, what I’m hearing is that these feelings are reciprocated in a way? Or in every way I should say?” You asked, only to find him captivated by your gaze. “Master Uzui?” You reached your hand up to his face, trying to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. Only for him to grab a hold of it and intertwine his fingers with yours, leaving butterflies in the abyss of your stomach.

“Firstly, call me Tengen, you have my full permission to. Secondly, yes, they’re matched in every regard (Y/N). Now, do you want to keep this interaction short? Or, do you want to move onto something more, how should I put this?” Tengen thought about it for a second, struggling to know what to say next.

“Well, Rengoku told me that when words fail, action might not. So instead of saying it, why don’t you uh… show me what you mean?” by now you're already leaning in, he just happened to close the gap. You had no idea what you were thinking but you were damn sure of it as you felt his lips hit yours. They were surprisingly softer than you were expecting, but you didn't mind. He pulled you into his arms, breaking the kiss to catch some air.

"If I show you, are you going to be okay? I won't force you to do anything you don't want to." He spoke, staring at you with what seemed to be a spark in his eyes. Your smile said it all, you were ready to take this further. "That says it all then…" like lightning his lips crashed onto yours again. This time being a little more heated than the last time. You moaned softly as he kissed you, feeling urges that were completely foreign to you. Apparently those moans of yours was only more motivation for him to kiss you deeper and pull you closer, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He broke the kiss to look at you, which by now you're flushed a light pink. "Are you okay? You seem a little flustered there." He asked, needing to know if you're okay.

"Y-yeah I'm okay, although I must admit this is my first time doing such a thing so… please, forgive me if I'm a bit uh, rusty I suppose." You stammered, almost ashamed that you're still a virgin at your age. Tengen placed your hair behind your ears to get a better look at you, and he couldn't be any happier with you.

"Well, for one, that's completely fine. I have absolutely no problem with that. I'm honored to be your first. We'll take as much time as you need, does that sound ideal my angel?" Tengen asked, sincerity lacing his voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "And remember, it's your call, always. I want you, no, I need you to put yourself first. Your safety matters to me immensely, and you can always back out at any given point." He's trying so hard to reassure you, hearing your heartbeat quicken made him worry given your state a few moments ago.

"That's honestly the most thoughtful thing someone's told me in a long time. So of course it sounds good. I'm yours for the taking Tengen…" you breathed. The desperate tone of your voice was surely enough to let him knownthat you wanted him. No, you needed him. His gaze upon you darkened as he unbuttoned your uniform blouse, only to find out that there wasn't anything underneath it. You kicked off your shoes and threw them across the bed as you undid his shirt also. "Gods I want you so fucking badly…"

"You've already got a God in front of you beautiful…" Tengen, by this point, is just as heated as you are. The pressure in your core builds up with every garment being stripped from your body until you're both down to absolutely nothing. He traced the abs and muscles on your body, they were subtle yet noticeable by any hashira out there. "Gods you're more beautiful than I imagined… come here and kiss me already." He wraps you in his arms as he dove in for another passionate kiss. Moving from your lips down to your neck which caused you to sing out in pleasure. He flipped you over onto your back, making sure your head didn't hit anything of course. He chuckled as he kept moving down towards your fruitful bounty. Licking it once and looking for your reaction. Which was nothing more than a whimper and you gently pushing his face down towards it. So he continued in slow sensual circles around your bud, causing you to fight the moans you were trying so desperately to hold back. "Are you enjoying this, my beloved?" Tengen asked from down there.

"Y-yes, yes it feels so fucking good I need more please…" you begged and pleaded for more. Which in turn made Tengen slowly and steadily slide a finger inside of you. Wincing a bit, yet quickly adjusting, you felt his finger slowly pump in and out of you making you shake with ecstasy. "O-oh gods yes just like that don't stop!" You couldn't hold in your whines and groans of pleasure anymore, it was just that good. Although, Tengen had other plans in mind.

"Hmm, you're not singing for me the way I want you to my love. How about I quicken the pace?" He started moving in and out faster, the sloppy noises coming from down there sending you into a state of euphoria. You rolled your eyes out of pleasure as you moaned loudly.

"Tengen! Oh gods don't stop!" You begged and pleaded the way he wanted you to. Which got you another finger slipped inside of you as a reward. "O-oh fuck!" You sang your song as he pumped his two fingers in and out of you. It only made you wonder what his actual length would feel like. "Oh my God Tengen I'm gonna bust…" at this news, Tengen slipped his fingers out of you. A shocked expression laced your face. "What?! Unfairrrrr!" You whined as he started looming over top of you. He chuckled somewhat darkly as he licked his two fingers clean, delighting in your taste. "Oh come onnn I was about to cum man!" You laughed it off, thinking nothing else would come out of this. Tengen raised his eyebrow in a playfully questioning manner, a slight laugh emitting from his lips as he bent down and kissed you. Allowing you to get a taste of yourself in the process.

"Oh baby, we're just getting started…" He cooed, rubbing your shaking legs with tender care letting you know that he's here with you. In this present moment you have never felt more ready for anything in your life. The only issue is that you're nervous as fuck. "Hey, I know this can be scary. Especially since this is your first time, with a hashira no less. But I wanted to let you know that no matter what, I'm here for you, always." He slid his tip in while keeping you distracted with his kind words. "And like I said earlier, if you feel remotely unsafe or uncomfortable at any given point, all you need to do is say the word and we can stop. There's absolutely zero judgment from me, all I want you to do is relax and enjoy my angel." He slid in his length a little more as his arms snaked around your small frame. You smiled at him, kissing his cheek in a grateful manner. Your arms wrapped under his underarms and holding onto his scarred shoulders. His bodyweight wasn't very overpowering, it was like that of a weighted blanket. You could actually feel his muscles working as he slid deeper into you. By which you coped with by taking deep breaths and doing exactly as he said; which was to relax and just enjoy the feeling… maybe this wasn't so bad for you. You heard other horror stories from Shinobu and Mitsuri about people in their lives who lost their virginities in uh… not so nice ways. So the fact that you're doing this for the first time with someone who cares about you deeply, it really changed your perspective on how you felt about sex. When he finally slid it all the way in you let out a small moan, letting him know that you were indeed enjoying the moment. "Does that feel good, my love?" He asked, brushing the hair out of your face so he could see you better. You only hummed in approval, earning a smile from him in return. "Angel, I want to hear you say it, does this feel good?" He bent down near your ear again, "or do you need more my beloved?" You looked at him in the most sincere way you could muster up.

"Yes Tengen, it feels so good. Though, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to give me more. But I'll leave that up to you… master." You decided to get bold with it, mostly because you were starting to get a bit bored. He smirked sinfully, even more sinful thoughts racing in his head. What he could do to you right now… but he knew he couldn't, he would break you if he did. "Oh, whats the matter? Is the God of flashiness that looms above me getting shy?" You teased, testing his limits like you usually did when you both were training together. His eyes darkened a bit, what was once bright magenta eyes had decreased to a deep berry shade. It was captivating in a way, strangely enough.

"Alright then angel, I'll show you what such a shy God like myself can do. Just relax and enjoy this." He wasted no time as he started moving in and out of you, starting at a moderate pace to begin with. The feelings it gave you… you felt so fucking dirty. But the best part is that you didn't care, and he didn't seem to either. It threw every concept of nobility and honor out of the window, and with the pain definitely came pleasure. Tengens groans and moans of pleasure harmonized with yours perfectly and frankly so did his dick with your pussy. He was undeniably large, what'd you expect though? For a big dude you'd expect a big dick, and that's exactly what you got and for your first time no less. "Goddamn angel, how can you be so fucking tight- oh my fucking God it's so good…" He tried holding back as best as he could for your sake, but you both knew that you're getting bored and frankly so is he.

"Master… faster, please I need it faster I need you so fucking bad please master I'll do anything for you if you just pleasure me with your dick please please please…" you begged as best as you could and his smirk only got smugger. He flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach.

"Close your legs a little for me darling…" you did what you were told, feeling his length go back into you but hitting more than what you thought it could. "Oh fuck baby, this is gonna be so fucking good." He started pounding into you faster, making you grip the bed sheets until your knuckles turned a ghostly white.

"Oh fuck yes baby! Master it's so good, I need more but more importantly I need you… give it to me harder." you whined, wanting more even though you knew that it could potentially break you. He grunted whilst moving to hold your hips up as he rammed into your small body. It was almost like you guys fit together like puzzle pieces. Two puzzle pieces that fit together so perfectly. "F-fuck!" you breathed, trying to get a hold of your looming mind but failing miserably just to bask in the high you're feeling right now. Tengen looked down at you with a devilish smirk, only to flip you over on your hands and knees while he's still in you.

"You like it when your master fucks you like this huh?" he taunted in your ear with a low, sensual tone. Smacking your ass as if it were his own personal punching bag, you let out a loud moan. "That's right angel, sing for me will you? I want to hear you sing my name for me all night, got that?" By this point he's already hitting your g-spot, making you say nothing but incoherent moans and more importantly his name.

"T-Tengen, oh god Tengen I need you more please, just give me everything you have please please please!" You were desperate for a release at this point, your throbbing cunt not being able to take anymore for much longer. He went even faster now, the sound of skin slapping on skin harshly and your moans combined heeded warning to any demon to not come near. "Tengen for the love of the gods just FUCK ME!" you couldn't hold back your primal instincts anymore. It took him aback for a second but lust ultimately won in his thoughts, in his actions, and with you.

"Alright, if that's what you want-" he grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked your head back to look at him. "Then so be it." From there he started plunging into you mercilessly, making you feel every inch of him and you loved every bit of it. He took advantage of your open mouth and slipped two fingers in, allowing you to coat them in your spit. He flipped you over onto your back again, pulling himself out he slipped his two fingers into your soaked sex, pleasuring you with his fingers again while rubbing slow, agonizing circles on your abused clit. "Is this what you wanted? Huh (Y/N)?" He asked, not a drop of mercy in his voice.

"Y-yes master this is exactly what I wanted..." You whined, trying to cover your face only to have your arms pinned above your head by his free hand. The thought of being restrained made you go crazy, but now that it's happening, it made you go absolutely feral.

"Good, now here's the catch gorgeous, you're only going to cum when I tell you to. Until then, why don't you sing for me a little more?" His voice was husky and slurred, drunk from pleasure and you definitely weren't off the hook also. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spongy area and making you scream in pleasure. He kept tapping that same spot with his two fingers, and to silence your screams he dove in for a deep, loving kiss. Mostly to remind you that you're safe with him in case you had forgotten.

"Tengen... I want to cum, make me cum please please please..." You begged for him to let you release, which he just smiled at you, looking in your eyes making you anticipate your wish granted. "Tengen please I'll do anything for you if it means I get to cum please-" you were cut off by the feeling of his dick entering in you again, arching your back and making you moan while gripping the sheets.

"Since you've been such a good girl for me, and I can hear your heart pounding against your chest, I don't see why not. But you'll do it on my count, got that?" He whispered in your ear, this is driving you mad. You nodded nevertheless though, wanting nothing but his dick plunging into you as you came. "Ready? One... two... cum!"

"Oh FUCK YES AH!" and just like that, the knot in your chest and stomach released itself, allowing you to bask in your ecstatic high as he pulled out and finished himself off. Spilling his seed on your thighs and lower abdomen. He took a good look at you, marveling in what he's done to make you look and feel that good. You tried catching your breath as best as you could. Only for it to be taken away by another one of Tengen's passionate kisses, to which you returned happily. After he pulled away to find towels for the both of you to clean up with, he pulled you into his lap.

"Was that good, or was I too rough there?" he asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked at your dazed expression. You looked up and smiled though, giving him all of the reassurance he needed.

"Yes, it was amazing. Thank you Tengen, there's no one else I would've rather had my first time with." You reached up a hand to hold his face, stroking it lovingly with your thumb. He leaned into your touch, wanting nothing else but to know that you're okay. He was surprised that you could handle his heavy handedness though, and for your first time no less.

But you wouldn't have it any other way, you were safe and that's all that matters. Safe as you fell asleep in his arms, knowing that maybe there was a possibility of something flourishing between the two of you.

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AAAAAAA THIS TOOK ME ALL DAY

SOMEONE COME GET THIS MAN BECAUSE HE'S N A S T Y -

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you want to see next!

And remember: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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sarahalainn · 1 month

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Polymanga - Suisse. Quelle organisation ! Quelle gentillesse ! Quelle patience !

Chère Suisse, vous m’avez séduite ! Merci infiniment.

Les Suisses sont vraiment polis et gentils (j’ai été surprise d’entendre les jeunes dire "volontiers" à la dédicace).

Merci encore ! Quelle salle ! Vous étiez tous magnifiques ! J’espère avoir encore l’occasion de jouer devant vous.

J’ai pu être moi-même grâce à un environnement très amical et positif. J’ai ressenti la même chose en rencontrant le public, ce qui est sans doute une caractéristique de la culture animés/jeux vidéo.

Je me suis vraiment senti à la maison et j’espère que je pourrai régulièrement revenir en Suisse.

Thank you for such a warm welcome... especially when my voice failed me.

The concert on the first day was changed literally at the last minute to a talk show with a phenomenal solo performance by Benyamin Nuss - saved the day!

One week after the convention and I am still recovering... I had a full anime/VGM vocal repertoire ready just for Polymanga, but due to "extinction de voix", I could only play the violin on the first day. One was my original piece "Animus", and I decided to play "Isabella's Theme" from "The Promised Neverland" too. Everything was improvised on stage - didn't even know what Benyamin was going to play but conveniently all his pieces were linked to very personal experiences I had with Japan. But people were so kind to say things like they discovered different sides to me. I somehow managed to talk, a lot more than what was originally planned!

It was difficult to accept that my voice completely disappeared (hasn't really happened since I was 13 in Australia?) especially after an extremely smooth rehearsal. But gosh the team who also do the Montreux Jazz Festival were la crème de la crème ! Their professionalism is truly unrivaled. Not to mention the completely improvised shows... so intuitive. No one knew what was going to happen over the next 2 days.

À la dédicace le premier jour, so many Xenoblade fans came. Those who attended the second day will know I tried to sing just one excerpt of the ending theme "Beyond the Sky". The second day was originally meant to be a talk show, but I was still doing everything I could to sing and somehow managed to squeeze a few tunes out, including "Eight Melodies" from “Earthbound” (ou ‘Mother’ en japonais) and "Isabella's Lullaby" TPN. Again on the second day, I had no idea if I could sing and when I would do so, so a huge bravo to the team who were on point!

My throat aside, I was surprised at how comfortable I was talking to you on stage and in person. Maybe it was a language thing. Maybe the Swiss/Polymanga audience were just so nice. Maybe the questions you all asked were interesting and different! I was able to be myself. Such a positive, friendly environment. I felt the same vibe from many of you too. I guess we all owe that in part to the anime, game, culture world.

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I hope that there will be another opportunity to perform for you again.

I felt so at home that maybe one day in the future I'd like to call Switzerland a second home!

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elmundodeflor · 14 days

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Come here, sit down. I have something important to tell you. A message that could save both our lives.

You’ll have two kids, Gabi and Falco, by the time you’re a little over forty. Well, no, it’s not like you’re gonna be a parent. At least, not in the sense that you’re probably thinking. But you’ll care for them. A lot more than you’ll ever want to admit. You’ll brew them your best tea, tell them bedtime stories about giants from a foreign land.

Gabi, the girl, she’s hotheaded, and reminds you of that time you saw firecrackers on a Marley festival. She gets angry at the world often, but she’s kind. And smart. And has a heart that has so many broken, empty spaces, she can take everyone else in; no questions asked.

Falco would never hurt a fly. He has this soft, warm gaze in his eyes that never deceives, never hides. They both look after me, us, though they’re just that— two children of war. Gabi carries my wheelchair, now holds the cups the same way we do. Falco tells her to shush whenever his instincts warn him, she’s making me talk too much.

I don’t know, I guess all this was to say: don’t listen to me. Ignore everything that you’ve ever been told. You’re not guilty of any of these wounds. It was never fair of you to take so much ache in such a tiny, fragile frame.

When I talk to myself, I’m not talking to you, did you realize? When I feel this huge pull at my chest, it’s like a part of me is breaking yours apart, as well.

I apologize, Levi.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

It’s understandable, that you run behind closed doors if you hear my footsteps. That my words make you tremble, and you go search for mom under the covers. You’re scared of me. I’m your nightmare. A ghost that paces in the darkness and looms in the corners of your sweet, sweet innocence.

Every punch I received, every slash that left my skin burnt open, it made you bleed. Every time I doubted myself, my own will to fight, I shrunk you. I made you smaller.

I turned into a monster. You search for me in the shadows, in the closet, under the bed. I’m everywhere. I’m all of them. I’m all those who hurt you, when all you needed was a pair of arms to stitch you back together.

I’m worse than the sum of every enemy. Titans, the nobles, the underground thugs who tore you to shreds. They were on the outside. But me, Levi— this pain—, it lives within us. It’s buried so deep, that it stings, and it makes every scrap of us sink to our very core.

I’m sorry. I am. Don’t listen to me, okay? When I talk to myself, every choice that I regret, it’s not about you. It was never about you.

Even so, though, why do I feel this way, then? Why is it that, every time I wanna hurt myself, I can hear you shout? Why is it that, whenever I put pressure on my shoulders, I can see your hands clinging at my sleeves?

I’m here, you’re there. So close, yet so far. And even at that, what I wanted to say is that there’s still hope.

There's still hope for the both of us.

I’m your monster, right? So, if you turn the lights up… remember? I disappear.

I can still recall every last bit you. Tender, naïve, hopeful, happy. So, turn the lights up, you little Levi. I want to look up in the mirror and find you there, looking back at me. I want you to take control. To take over the two of us.

Your voice is softer than mine, it has always been. Your voice can speckle the small, ordinary things in life with threads of marvel. It can create worlds, where days are ever-sunny and the air smells of herbs and tea.

Your voice will bring us home. I’m sure. Your voice will fill it with warmth seeping from its windows. I’ve been a monster too long, little Levi, but you’re still there somewhere. So, scream. Scream as loud as you can. Grow all the huge and all the brave that I could never be, for the sake of us both.

Or be tiny. Be tiny, and precious, and never let this sappy old grump rob you of your wide-eyed gaze.

And don’t believe a word I say.

And do what Gabi and Falco do for me. When I’m too weak to walk, they let me rest my hands on their shoulders. When I’m tired, or grey, or sick, they climb to my bed and tell me stories about kids who fought dragons and saved their loved ones. They’re my adults. They clean my shelves, they comb my hair, they heal this crumpled soul of mine.

You see? Maybe I’m not the adult that you’d wished me to be. I don’t always treat ourselves with kindness. I don’t always forgive ourselves for what we’ve done. So please, please, please, take care of me now. Be my adult, if only for a little while. I’m tired, and grey, and sick. And I need you. I need you like I need Gabi and Falco. I need you like I need mom.

And I’m sorry.

I apologize, Levi.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

But for right now, it’s you who has to show me that there’s still hope in this cruel, yet beautiful world.

That there’s still hope for the both of us.

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thatoddgent · 1 year

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Personal Heater (Sodo x Gn!Reader)

A/N: So no one really requested this, but I wanted to get a quick little drabble done while I work on something someone DID request. This is just a quick little comfort thing, I have chronic pain and have been a little down about it lately, and figured someone else may be too!

Genre: Fluff and comfort (touch of angst?)

Warnings: Reader has chronic pain (non specified), depression/negative thinking.

The winter months were coming to a close, and you couldn’t be happier. Sure, the festivities were always a joy to be a part of, but the aching that came along with the cold weather was less than desirable.

The last few weeks had been especially rough, the bitter chill causing your joints to flare up, it was exhausting. You couldn’t seem to catch a break either, your chores had seemingly doubled since you just can’t say no to anyone who says please to you, even if it meant cover them for the night.

You could already feel your hands locking up when you started, but despite knowing better you pushed through, now it’s late at night and you’re almost tearing up at the pain. By the time you finally make it to your bedroom you look completely disheveled, your hair wrecked with flyaways and the bags under your eyes more prominent than ever.

The worst part of it all isn’t the pain, or the aches, or the cramps, it’s that you feel alone.

Everyone had gone on tour, and even though you grew used to your empty bed, you can’t help but yearn for the warm touch that would massage your worries away. Sodo always helped when you got bad, dropping any snark or sass to focus solely on you, but he couldn’t do that now.

Your body practically fell into the mattress, knees finally giving in under you. A long, drawn out breath filled your lungs, and you couldn’t help but let the tears that threatened your eyes finally fall. You hated it, not being able to feel normal, no matter how hard you tried. You couldn’t jump around, you couldn’t lift heavy things, you couldn’t even dance around with your friends without feeling the consequences later that night, you were hopeless.

Tears turned into crying, crying to sobs. You wanted nothing more but for your ghoul to be here, to make that feeling go away just like he always did. Maybe it’s your bad for relying on him, but he was the only somewhat constant thing in your life.

You mustered the last of your strength to peel your clothes off from your body, the feeling of the seams of the fabric and the way your sweat made it cling to you was sickening, and you really just needed any relief you could get.

There was a growing commotion in the halls, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to get back out there and see what was going on, as much as you wanted to. Instead, you crawled deeper into your bed, cowering under the blanket as you tried to calm your crying and save yourself a headache.

Quick steps were heard in the hall, stopping in front of your door for just a moment before it opened quickly.

“I’m home, doll! Kinda rude to keep me wait-”

Sodo’s voiced faded as soon as he walked in the room, he already knew what was wrong once he saw you huddled under the covers, though he scolded himself for not picking up on your discomfort when he arrived.

His bag dropped to the floor and he closed the door behind him and slipped his shoes off from his feet. He was quick to make his way to you, climbing into the bed and pulling you close, careful not to squeeze you too tight

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here. It’s real bad today ain’t it?”

You nodded your head and turned your body to face his, your eyes red from crying. His face dropped at the sight of you, a guilt set in, knowing that you had to deal with this all alone.

His thumbs moved to wipe away your tears, your face was burning up from the stress along with overworking yourself all day. You leaned into his touch, the chill from the night air lingered on him and offered relief to your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m the one that kept you waiting. Let’s get you taken care of, yeah?”

Before you could even respond, he was already starting your routine. He warmed his hands and began rubbing small circles at your joints, starting from your shoulders and working towards your feet. He frowned when he reached your hands, which had newly forming callouses and marks from lifting working so much, but he knew not to push it until you were better.

The stress almost melted away from you, the heat that radiated off of him soothing the deep aches all throughout your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you left out a groan of relief, it didn’t make the pain stop completely, but you didn’t care, this was heavenly compared to how you felt before.

When he was done, he moved back up to meet your gaze, kissing your body on the way. An almost obnoxious smile was glued to his face.

“Better?”

His tone was cocky, he knew how good you felt after this and he loved that he was the only one that could do it for you.

“You know it, blondie.”

You laugh and lean into each other, finally sharing the kiss he’d been waiting all tour to feel again. The heat of his body grew, and his tail flicked around like a small puppy.

When you finally pulled away, he finished getting you ready for bed, brushing out your hair and getting himself undressed. He would put his things away in the morning, because to him, he had something more important to take care of.

And that important thing was already starting to doze off in his warm arms, with a kiss planted on their forehead.

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theroyalsims · 4 months

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BREAKING: ANYA'S SWEET SURPRISE - MYSTERY MAN REUNITES WITH CROWN PRINCESS IN CHAMPS LES SIMS

Newly-released photographs show The Crown Princess in a sweet embrace with her yet-to-be-identified new boyfriend.

Dubbed the "Mystery Mountain Man," Anya's new beau surprised her during her practice session at Champs Les Sims. HRH is currently abroad to continue her training in preparation for the riding event she'll be competing for during the upcoming World Sports Summer Festival.

The reunion seemed to catch HRH off guard, as she was seen jumping off her horse and straight into her man's arms. The often PDA-shy royal was then treated to hugs and kisses (and a very sweet forehead kiss).

The series of shots were clearly taken form a distance, as evidenced by their very grainy appearance. The private training grounds reportedly has a very strict no photos policy whenever the Crown Princess is in training. No paparazzi or members of the media are allowed in.

Anya has been accused of "hiding" her new romance from the public, and many royal fans demand that her new boyfriend's identity be revealed. However, well-placed palace sources claim that the relationship is not at all a secret:

"It's not a secret at all. They've gone on dates, they've spent time together as a couple... they're out there. People just aren't looking hard enough. It's not like she's making him wear a mask whenever they're out. She's very proud of him and he's equally proud of her. They're both very happy. This is the happiest she's been in ages. Most importantly, Anya's friends and entire family know about him."

Does this mean that the relationship is serious? The source further spills:

"Absolutely. Anya is very conscious about being photographed with a man, especially where PDA is concerned. In her most recent rumoured relationships, we hardly ever saw her engaged in public displays of affection. I think the last serious and legitimate relationship she had was with Dr. Greg.

You know Anya's comfortable in her relationship when she doesn't mind being photographed with the guy, when she's not very concerned about being seen with him. So I guess with what we've been seeing lately, and basing it on Anya's past behaviour, things are going great with her new boyfriend. It's the real deal."

Great. So it's the "real deal." Her friends know. Her family knows. But WE don't know! Just who IS this guy and when can we finally meet him, YRH?

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 simblr #simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal story #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 royal simblr #mystory #anya

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canmom · 11 months

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L’Aventure de Canmom à Annecy - Dimanche/Lundi

Bonsoir mes amis!

I am in Annecy, the unreasonably picturesque home of the Annecy International Animated Film Festival! I have discovered that the Annecy International Animated Film Festival involves a lot more standing in long queues in the hot sun than I expected! Nevertheless, I’m here and making the best of it.

So.

dimanche - le voyage à annecy

First of all, Sunday! I set off at 3am on Sunday morning, taking a bus, followed by two tubes, followed by another bus to the airport. The last bus was late. I met a couple of nice PhD students on their way to the same airport, and they were gonna get all of us an uber, but then the bus showed up after all.

At the airport, security threw away my 200ml bottle of sunblock. Can never be too careful I guess >< Inevitably, Richard Dawkins and his little pot of honey leapt unbidden into my brain. I promise I did not call anyone a “dundridge”.

The flight itself was uneventful! I was behind three other Annecy-goers, a very sweet gay couple and their friend... we hit it off pretty well but they were on a later bus and I haven’t seen them since I got here ^^’ Once I landed in Geneva I was racing across the city to try to get to the Annecy bus in time (I left myself an hour, which turned out to be way too little time to get through customs, out the airport, onto the train etc.) Trains in Switzerland are nuts, some of them are split across multiple levels and even the ones that aren’t have like, steep steps to get aboard.

Like “fuck you if you’re in a wheelchair” I guess.

Luckily the bus to Annecy was late! So by midday on Sunday I was in Annecy!

I ran into a group of Swiss animation students who were happy to let me tag along for a while. They just finished their graduation films and they were terribly excited about Spider-Verse. They ended up arranging to meet a couple of animators at Cartoon Saloon so I ended up witnessing some honest to god Networking. The imposter syndrome kicked in about when they were showing the cartoon saloon animators clips from their demo reels. I didn’t even have business cards. Apparently that’s a thing people bring???

pictured: swiss animation students approaching Lake Annecy.

Anyway my legs got really tired from standing up and no sleep. I bought myself an expensive crêpe and sat down on the floor to eat it. No films were due to start for hours.

I went down to a comic book shop in Bonlieu. French comic book shops are fucking insane. All the books are enormous glossy hardbacks that cost like 50+ euros. I could totally walk away with the complete works of Moebius or Enki Bilal if things like ‘money’ and ‘getting through the airport’ and ‘not reading French’ weren’t factors. But equally there’s so much stuff that I’ve just plain never heard of. I could spend a month in this one shop easy.

At 3am my hotel checkin opened! Though in French you don’t say ‘check in’, you say j’ai un reservation. By this point I had been awake for more than 24 hours so I decided to go have a nap and eat the falafels I brought with me (very good idea, would recommend having a snack) and wake up for the opening ceremony.

Hotel comments: It’s pretty comfy! Nothing super fancy but I don’t need super fancy. The breakfast is kind of crazy expensive. I had a bit of a scare when it turned out that they hadn’t charged me when I booked the room, and wanted payment now, but thankfully I have a job now so I could take that in stride ^^’

At this point I discovered my plug adapter supports the US, Australia, New Zealand and Japan... but not Europe. Fortunately I had a power bank with me so I could keep my phone alive (its battery is pretty shot) so I resolved to buy a new adapter on Monday.

I woke up shortly before the opening ceremony and quickly concluded that there was no way I was going to be making it down to the opening ceremony and went back to sleep. I slept a really long time. But I think I needed it. Shame to miss the ceremony but odds are I probably wouldn’t have even been able to get in, someone else said she’d queued for two hours.

lundi - les files d'attente

(lmao is that really the french for ‘queues’? ‘files d’attente’?)

A beautiful morning in Annecy! I walked over to the supermarché and got myself some pasta ingredients and a ‘veggie dog’ (falafels in a baguette) from a French bakery. I learned just how limited my French vocab is. But it’s a little reassuring to find French people who speak about as much English as I speak French. (Have not yet tried to speak Japanese to any French person but it will probably happen.)

Anyway. Films time, at last!

So the way Annecy works is, you get a certain number of reservations per day depending on your ticket type. If you don’t have a reservation you can optimistically show up at the theatre anyway, and whatever seats they have left go to the line. From the website it sounded like you’d have a pretty good chance to get in.

My friends. That is a lie.

To get in to a popular non-reserved screening you have to turn up basically hours in advance. Otherwise you arrive at the back of a queue like this, stand in line for a while, and then someone in a red shirt comes out and tells you you’re too late and you go find something else to do.

I have already become very familiar with this particular stretch of ground outside Cinema Pathé. That said, the queues are a good chance to meet people! So I ended up making a couple of connections, mostly with animation students from various places. It turns out a ‘Grand Public’ ticket is a bit of an odd duck.

As you can see in that picture, a lot of people had umbrellas. This is something I neglected, and had to use my bag instead, like so:

Guess where I got sunburned.

One of those something elses I did was walk into the VR films room. This runs on its own reservation system, with each film having somewhere between 2 and 6 headsets, which get sanitised between viewings. The whole room looks kinda scifi with its cables dangling from the ceiling...

The only VR film available when I arrived was called Black Hole Museum + Body Browser by Su Wen-Chi from Taiwan. This was very demoscene, with a lot of particles flying around under force fields in a black and white space; the second part involved a dancer who’d been photoscanned somehow and was displayed using waves of particles. It was neat, but I can’t say I was hugely moved? The display device was a Quest 2, but I’m not sure if it was running the particle sim on Quest 2 hardware. If it was, I’m impressed.

The other VR films were all but fully booked so I resolved to come back another day.

I tried to get into the anime film The Tunnel to Summer, the Exit of Goodbyes. Predictably, I was too late. However, the next queue over was for a Spanish film called Inspector Sun and the Curse of the Black Widow, and, wanting to see at least one film I hopped onto that queue and found myself inside the cinema in short order.

The auditorium was packed and I got to witness firsthand such Annecy traditions as throwing paper aeroplanes at the screen, shouting ‘Lapin!’ whenever a rabbit appears onscreen, and making a weird popping sound with your mouth while waiting for the film to start (??? it sounded like frogs ig???). The movie itself was greeted with excitement but honestly? It was pretty eh, which is a shame since the idea of a world of bugs is a fun one! The story concerns a bumbling spider detective, his aspiring sidekick spider, and his feud with the leader of a locust underworld, playing out on a seaplane en route to San Francisco. The characters are all very one-note archetypes, and the dialogue felt like it was trying way too hard to be funny quippy movie dialogue... only to land on the painfully obvious. A big shame.

But what’s worse is that I had spent my one daily reservation on Mars Express by Jérémie Périn at 4:30 and I’d completely lost track of time. By the time I walked out of Inspector Sun my phone was almost dead (see above about the adapter) so I popped into a French electronics store and bought a couple of EU adapters and set off to charge my phone. But then on the bus I thought, hold on a minute, when is Mars Express, I have like an hour right---oh fuck. Well fine it’s at Bonlieu right? I can just walk there? ...it’s at Le Mikado Novel? Where the fuck is that? Half an hour away?

...so to make a long story short I got off the bus, walked down the street, my phone died, there was no way I could find my way to Le Mikado in time to get in even with my reservation, so I had to go back to my hotel and waste my precious reservation. And I hear the film was great. Sob.

There are a bunch of other screenings this week but they’re all packed so who knows if I’ll get to see this movie.

Despite this big oof I charged up my phone and headed back to meet up with my friend (hi to my friend!) who was in the queue for Production I.G.’s new film The Concierge. My friend was more than an hour early, so we thought we had a pretty good chance... lol nope. After standing in line for 45 minutes we were informed the cinema is full and had to leave.

It wasn’t a complete waste though. We met up with another friend and had a little picnic of bagels. Unfortunately the bagel I got was not the bagel I thought I was getting (idk what happened) but even so, it was nice to meet two online friends who by bizarre coincidence both turned out to be from Singapore.

To close the night I decided to take one more shot at getting in to see a movie, and went for a late showing of The Sacred Cave, a movie from Cameroon. Which is pretty neat, it’s not every day you see a movie from Cameroon. This one was... well, technically it’s definitely rough, but I don’t wanna be hard on it. The story is a fairy tale: a traditional healer is called in to attempt to save a dying king, and he dispatches his son on a mission to retrieve special medicine alongside the Prince.

On the way the son encounters a weird forest wizard, then a princess of a neighbouring clan who’s been turned into an anthro frog by an evil wizard; as he tries to head back with the medicine, he’s captured by said clan and almost executed, but because of his pure nature he alone can draw the special magic sword, and using this power he helps his captors overcome the evil wizard’s raiding party. But on the way home he gets betrayed by the Prince! A whole lot of betraying unfolds, killing off the old seer, and it turns out that our boy is actually the true son of the King. Despite the whole ‘executing his adoptive father on spurious charges’ thing, it all shakes out; the baddies are driven off, the princess unfrogged, and our very special good boy is rewarded.

It’s animated largely in Flash, and it has the feel of an online Flash video. All the same, I believe this is the first feature-length animated film from Cameroon. Bootstrapping an animation industry capable of putting together a coherent film is a hell of a feat, and must take an enormous degree of passion and dedication to make that happen. (Also not to put too fine a point on it but there are certain historical reasons why France has a much more developed animation industry than the country it had colonised until 1971.) Anyway, although principally made in Cameroon, the credits name a whole bunch of different countries, mostly in West Africa. Probably it would make sense to compare it to Princess Iron Fan or something like that, and I’m excited to see what comes down the line. And it was a very sincere movie, the setting presented with a great deal of love, especially when it came to costumes. I’m glad to have seen it.

Tomorrow morning Im gonna get up very early and take another shot at The Concierge, and try and plan better around the queuing system to try to make the best of it and catch more of the short films. It’s definitely not been the day of back to back films I was expecting, but honestly despite all that I’m having a good time just being in Annecy and the week is yet young...

good god is it expensive here though

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