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dreaming-of-mossballs · 9 months

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A Visit to the Landau Estate - (Gepard x florist!reader)

Summary: You get a surprise call from Gepard asking you to look at the flowers he’s been growing.

▸ Genre(s): Fluff

▸ Word Count: 3.9k

▸ Tags: Gepard x reader

▸ Warnings: Reader is short + slightly fem coded (I’m trying to get better at this), food mention, established (platonic) relationship but reader is experiencing some inner turmoil about their feelings for Gepard,

A/N: I was attempting to make this a one-shot, but it’s really better if you read the first part of Bamboo for a Bashful Captain. This is part of that series. I don’t think I’ll be doing the one-shot thing again because it’s a pain to do exposition every time LMAO.

MASTERLIST (also link to series)

You could never tire of the smell of Solarflowers and Ball Peonies in the mornings.

Being able to enjoy the fresh, earthy scents of plants every day, that was one of the perks of being a florist. You felt quite lucky to have a job with such incredible benefits.

With warm sunlight pouring through the windows every day and free tea during your lunch breaks, your job was practically everything a Surface-dweller could ask for.

But you weren’t a Surface-dweller. Having grown up in the rough-and-tumble climate of the Underworld caused workdays to fall into an occasional monotony.

You weren’t sure if it was because taking care of flowers was so different compared to your past job of mining in the fissures, (There were no Geomarrow vein scrambles or… collapsing tunnels), or if it was how the people on the surface didn’t seem to enjoy any REAL forms of entertainment.

If an activity was dangerous in the slightest, like your all-time favorite activity, weekly robot fighting, it was automatically frowned upon by EVERYONE. The only hobbies people partook in here were drinking tea and reading. And arguing. Lots of arguing.

Initially, you had a hard time adjusting due to just how different etiquette in the city was. The people on the Surface seemed just so finicky and tough to talk to.

They also rarely fixed their own things. That puzzled you, since knowing how to repair machines was a way of life where you came from. (APPARENTLY if a vending machine wasn’t working, you weren’t supposed to take it apart in the middle of the street with the multi-tool you bought at an auction. For the low price of 25 shield, you might add.)

As time went on, you gradually realized the city was all about safety, hence why they placed such an emphasis on their military force, the Silvermane Guards. Looking back on it, it was obvious. The patron Aeon of the city was Qlipoth, Aeon of Preservation.

You came to the conclusion that life in the Administrative district was too different to struggle against.

Constant peace in your everyday life was different, but not inherently bad! Eventually you figured out your own ways of experiencing excitement outside of your job, so you could stay energized and working at your full potential. You owed your boss as much for allowing you the opportunity to live on the Surface.

Between listening to the Silvermane Guard Captain, Gepard, talk about his military endeavors, and popping into his sister Serval’s workshop to check out her latest inventions, you gradually found the perfect friend group to spend time with!

Although you hadn’t been expecting to become friends with such renowned people. Everyone knew of Gepard and Serval, talented individuals belonging to the noble Landau family. And you were some random vagrant from the mines. It had come as a surprise but you were grateful they made sure to make room in their lives for you.

You didn’t expect them to be so interested in YOUR job either. Just as you were fascinated by the duties they performed, they enjoyed listening to you ramble on and on about plants.

Slowly but surely, you helped integrate flowers into their lives. You took pride in your ability to bring color to the workplaces of your friends, and absolutely adored being able to give them pieces of advice along the way.

Gepard in particular was very serious about this hobby, which surprised you. You had first met the stoic captain when he came into the Eversummer Florist to browse your selection of pots one day.

He had been attempting to grow flowers for some time but was having trouble, and obviously as a connoisseur of plants, it was your job to help him out!

You were proud of the progress he was making. Gepard was more meticulous than you thought. He wanted to make sure, without a doubt, that he was working to his full potential.

You hadn’t been counting on him calling you at the start of a workday asking for a full-blown inspection though.

“(Y/N), have you seen the garden wire?” Your co-worker Vaska’s head popped up over the counter from where she had been sitting on the floor.

You looked at the plant you were pruning and pondered for another second before answering.

“I think Eleanor put it in the upstairs closet earlier.” You replied, turning your head in the direction of the ladder in the corner. “What do you need garden wire for?”

“Meg wants me to tidy up the vines on the wall before the customers come in today. They’ve gotten a little overgrown. Mind if I borrow the pliers after you?”

“Be my guest.” You set them down on the table and pulled out your phone to check the time. Your wallpaper was set to a photo of you and Gepard in front of the Everwinter Monument after you went on your first tour of the city.

A soft smile crossed your lips. You definitely weren’t checking the time just to look at your happy expressions. (Well. Your happy expression. Gepard’s eyebrows were always furrowed in a worried/determined way. It was a little bit endearing.)

A little red bubble popped up in the corner of the screen, signifying a new message.

“Hey, Pascal, read my unread messages please,” you ordered the voice assistant on your phone, which would save you some effort so you could work and listen at the same time.

A monotonous male voice began to drawl out the contents of the message.

“You have (3) new messages from Gepard L—,”

You didn’t even spare it another second to speak as you vaulted over the counter and slammed your hand on top of it. Attempting to turn down the volume, you wrangled it like an aggressive animal into your apron.

“Shh!! SHUT UP, SHUT UP. SHUT. UP.” You hissed at it.

It would be less than ideal if your co-workers found out about your friendship with some of the highest standing people in Belobog. You would be swarmed.

Wiping the sweat off your brow, you whipped around (in)conspicuously to make sure no one had noticed your little outburst.

Fairly enough, someone had. The new recruit, Eleanor, was staring at you from an open doorway with a flowerpot in hand.

You stood frozen in the center of the room.

“Heya there Eleanor,” you trailed off.

“…have you seen the garden wire anywhere?”

She shook her head and slowly pulled the door shut, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Well. That’s that I guess,

You pressed your hand against your face disapprovingly. Way to freak out the new kid,

You went back to sweeping up the rest of the fallen leaves into a dustpan, then went to deposit them into the compost bin outside the building.

Deciding to sneak a quick look at your messages, you rested your back against the weathered brick wall with a sigh of relief.

From: Gepard Landau

Gepard: Good morning, (Y/N). I apologize for bothering you this early.

Gepard: I feel like I’ve been making decent progress with my plants. I with was wondering if you could come over and inspect them?

Gepard: I believe only someone of your caliber could ensure I am doing things correctly. If you feel comfortable with it, that is.

You decided to send a quick one back.

You: sure! Sounds great.

You: want me to head over once I’m done with work?

Gepard: That would be suitable. Thank you.

Gepard: My sincerest wishes for work to go well for you today.

You: you too :)

Shoot. Was the smiley face too childish? Whatever,

You smacked yourself in the head and went back inside.

Ah, I’m blessed to be able to spend time with so many good friends! You hummed to yourself while dusting off the windowsills. It’s because of them that I haven’t gone stir-crazy yet,

You began to reminisce about the times you’ve spent together. Rosy images flickered through your brain.

Molly adjusting gears while Serval laughed maniacally at the electricity crackling in the air and making her hair stand on end,

Gepard exhaling in exasperation as he watched his sister blow something up for the hundredth time,

Touring the History and Culture museum with Pela, who had to dodge multiple trains of children running through the halls,

Gepard pulling you out of the freezing fountain and pressing you against his chest… his very firm and warm chest… wait why am I thinking about that??

You bit your tongue.

“…although, seeing you does improve my day greatly…”

Huh? Who said that again?? You couldn’t recall.

(That was a lie.)

You rolled your eyes at yourself and squashed some foreign feeling as soon as it emerged.

You rolled your sleeves up.

Now, it’s time to get through this workday without a hitch!

— — —

“Meg! I’m heading out now!” You called to your boss, slinging your bag over your shoulder. During your lunch break, you had filled it with a few spare tools and a gardener’s manual.

“Alright. Great work today, (Y/N)!” She replied with a hand on her hip. You darted out the door and hitched a ride from a streetcar. Soon, you found yourself at the entrance to the Gepard’s residence, the Landau Estate.

The mansion in front of you was definitely suited for one of Belobog’s important noble families. It didn’t get any less intimidating the more you visited it for your deliveries of fertilizer either.

You raised a tentative hand to clasp at the ancient brass knocker. As soon your pinkie brushed the handle though, you withdrew it with a sharp inhale.

I don’t have a package with me this time. It feels like I’m inviting myself in…

A few of the workers milling about in your blind spot exchanged confused glances.

ARGH. This is silly. I’ve been here plenty of times before. Just knock like you usually do, (Y/N),

You reached for the knocker again, but it was pulled out of your reach as the heavy door swung open.

“Greetings!” Said a pudgy housekeeper. “The young master informed us someone was visiting today. Please come right this way,”

He motioned you into the hallway and into the foyer. You thought the outside of the house was grand from your previous visits, but the inside was the real deal. The house had all the staples of Belobog architecture, just with extra detail and taller ceilings. Much taller ceilings. You admired the crown molding in particular, which looked quite expensive.

The housekeeper led you to a wooden table with a delicate ceramic tea set on top. He graciously pulled out a chair for you, bowed, and poured you a cup. You tried your best to bow back at him to show some form of thanks, but it felt too stiff for you.

As you were drinking your tea (which you loaded with sugar cubes as soon as you were left alone) a painting on the wall caught your attention.

The picture frame was coated in delicate gold leaf. Seven figures were depicted in this painting, some sitting, some standing. A familiar set of piercing blue eyes stared back at you, that of which belonged to the Captain of the Silvermane Guards.

Gepard was standing in formal clothing with his hand on the shoulder of a small female. She had unruly hair that looked like it had taken a lot of work to pin down. Another man stood next to him, one that bore a striking similarity to Gepard, but the lines on his face were much more rigid. You figured that must be his father. Serval was nowhere to be seen.

Downing the last of your drink and getting up for a closer look, you realized this painting had to have been made fairly recently. Gepard had on almost the same amount of medals he wore now.

You wondered why they didn’t just take a photo instead. It was probably a status thing.

Your gaze flitted further to the left and you spotted more paintings, along with numerous tapestries and certificates. These other works of art had the same format as the first one. That being, well-to-do family in the center of the picture with their backs as stiff as boards.

In the next one you looked at, Gepard was wearing the uniform of a Silvermane Guard cadet. He was also a few inches shorter than his “father”. Serval was standing to the right of Gepard, in between him and the unfamiliar man, wearing a scholars’ uniform. You had never seen her in a symmetrical outfit before.

You felt pressure build up in your lungs from holding your breath for fear of disturbing the paintings. You hadn’t even noticed how every gesture you made was twice as careful than usual. Aeons forbid you took a wrong step and caused millions of Shield in damages.

With an expression of curiosity, you took another step towards the left. And another. Your eyes widened as you spotted a young Gepard, obviously in his teen years. He was much shorter than Serval in this one. You could imagine her tousling his hair playfully as he huffed in embarrassment.

Your gaze finally ran across Gepard as a child, wearing a dark coat with coattails and shin length socks. Serval had a single ribbon tied in her hair and her cheeks were puffed out like she REALLY didn’t want to be there.

Snickering to yourself, you were glad the painter left that detail in. It livened the scene up a bit. If the Landau family was anything like the nobles you had encountered, there was a pretty good chance she ended up getting scolded for pulling something like that.

You heard the familiar sound of Gepard’s voice coming from a side hallway and rushed back to your seat to stare intently at the teapot, like you hadn’t been just observing their personal family heirlooms.

“You’re here, (Y/N). Is the tea to your taste?”

Gepard entered the room with a soldier walking two steps behind him. How odd it must be to have someone trailing after you like that! You kept that thought to yourself though.

“It was great, thanks! Was work alright—?”

Oops. You made that sound too familiar in front of his subordinate.

“It’s… not without its ups and downs,” he said, dismissing the soldier with a nod. “The commander is planning on sending me back into the fifth district in a month in order to clear up some of the remaining Fragmentum. It’s one of the first in a series of expeditions,”

“Oh… wow,” you murmured with wide eyes.

“Pela is running herself ragged about it though. No one has been able to convince her to get some sleep. I’m afraid she’s going to self-destruct one of these days,”

Gepard shook his head as you walked down the hallway and turned right into a corridor leading to a stairwell. “I understand that she’s worried about the risk, but Serval had to double-check the wiring of the Automatons we’re preparing six times already,”

“Is this type of mission riskier than usual?”

“It’s the first time in a few years we’re going back out to recapture territory. Before the Trailblazers came, we had been forced on the defensive for a while. So, perhaps,”

You furrowed your brow. “Hmm, I see. I’m guessing everyone at your workplace has been busy as well,”

He nodded, unlocking a door in the hallway at the top of the stairs. You piped up, “Do you think she’d appreciate if I dropped by with a basket of snacks?”

“Ah… She’ll either be overjoyed, or she’ll tear you to pieces in a fit of hysteria…”

You grimaced. “I better deliver it then. She’s overworked as is, I don’t wanna take more of her time away by visiting her,”

Sighing, you looked back up at him. “I hope it gets better soon,”

“The thought is appreciated,” the Captain nodded gently. “Anyways, thank you for coming on such short notice,” He held the door open for you and ushered you inside the room.

“It’s no big deal. Why would I have this job if helping people bothered me?” You chortled. You scanned the medium-sized room, which had bookshelves adorning every wall, an upholstered chair with a lamp next to it, and a large oval rug with gold trimmings on the floor. “Whoa. Is this your office?”

“It used to be my father’s, but yes,” He responded. The medals on his uniform clinked as he bent down to pick up a potted plant and place it on his desk. “This study contains almost everything you could possibly learn about Belobog,”

You gave a cheerful “Ooh, neat,” before helping him bring the various plants scattered around the room to the desk.

“Geez, Gepard. I didn’t expect you to have so many!” You gasped. It wasn’t anything close to the amount you yourself had, but it was surprising for someone who had been struggling with growing plants a few months back.

Within the miscellaneous plants, a certain familiar bamboo plant sat on the edge of the counter, along with a pot of Rainbows and First Snow. As you spread out your tools, you got into the flow of things again. You were here to do your job, and you were going to do it well!

You put on your gloves and began the inspection. Poking a finger into the first pot of flowers, you let out a hum of approval. “This one is doing well! I can tell you’ve been watering it sufficiently,”

You turned to the pot of First Snow next. You did notice a few of the leaves had a yellow tinge to them. This was relatively normal for a beginner when it came to growing plants.

“…this one could use a bit more sun,” you observed. “And the Solarflowers need less water. There’s a little bit of mold on the surface of the soil,”

“Um… oh, is there?” He craned his neck. “I had assumed it was dust. Will it do any harm to them?”

“Not necessarily, but we should keep an eye on it. You can either scrape off the contaminated soil and add something to control the mold—,” you waved your gloved hand in the air, “—or repot it entirely. It’s up to you,”

Gepard rested his hand on his chin. “Understood. I’ll do better to monitor them from now on,”

You always enjoyed how good of a listener he was. Little did you know, he took every word you said to heart, all of the time.

Gepard looked onward at your focused expression towards the plants. It amused him how attentive you were, jotting down every possible detail in your notepad and always going the extra mile to help people out.

When you glanced back at him, he had a small smile on his lips. You choked on your spit and immediately began coughing.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?”

“Y-yes. Also,” you continued as you sputtered between coughs, “don’t add too—,”

Another fit of hacking.

“—much of any m-mold (cough) control. Sometimes they can contain chemicals that are just a bit too strong when used in large amounts,”

“That makes sense… Would— would you like me to get you a glass of water?”

You shook your head.

He sighed. “As you wish. On the other hand, how much should I add to a pot this large?”

Wiping your cheek, you replied, “Maybe… 10 grams maximum. Less if it sits in the sunlight, because it’ll just sit on the surface and form a crust,”

“You have my deepest gratitude for informing me,” He placed his hand on his heart with a serious expression. “It surprises me every day that there’s such nuance to caring for plants that I was not aware of,”

You rolled your tools back up into your bag. “Once again, it takes lotsa practice! There’s also a lot of books about it at the local library, if you’re ever struck with the urge to learn,”

Well, you had a feeling he would be. The young captain never did anything halfheartedly.

Gepard’s eyes widened as he recalled something. He walked across the rug over to one of the bookshelves and pulled out a manual with a torn navy blue cover. The pages were yellow with age and the gold ink that spelled out the title was nearly faded.

“I spotted this one while looking for some books on history the other day. Will this be sufficient?”

Gepard passed you the book gingerly. You drew it closer to your face but inhaled a lungful of dust and nearly sneezed. The book was quite unusual, on the spine was a picture of a short-stemmed flower, the likes of which you had never seen in your life. Opening up the front cover, you gasped in surprise and held it out at arms length.

On the bottom of the title page, in faded ink, had a sentence that read;

You lifted your head slowly to look at him.

“Gepard…” You began with a bewildered expression on your face.

“This is from 700 years ago.”

Even the stone-faced captain couldn’t hide his surprise. He took a step closer to examine it with you.

“Is it really? I had no idea our family was in possession of such an antique,”

You flipped through the pages. “Uh huh. Who knows? Maybe one of your ancestors had the same interest in growing flowers way back when!”

You stopped at a particular page and turned the book towards him to so he could see it better.

“Wow. Gepard,” you said, pointing to a certain picture. “Look at this! ‘Opalescent lily’, it’s called. This species went extinct a long time ago. Isn’t this incredible?!”

You closed it softly and handed it back to him. “Well, that was fascinating, but you’ll need something a bit more up to date,”

You popped open the clasp on your bag and began to dig around. Your fingers landed on the floriography manual that Vaska had gifted you when you first got the job. “You can use this one!”

Gepard blinked at you in surprise. “Don’t you need this?”

“Nope. Committed all the information to memory,” You tapped your head with your index finger confidently. “I just carry it around so I can explain things to clients easier. It’ll hold you over until you find something better!”

The captain flipped open the book and happened to land on the page about Summershade Bamboo. Your handwriting filled the margins of the page from top to bottom.

“Use it for as long as you like,” you smiled at him. “All of the plants you have should be in there. And once again, you’re free to text me if you need!”

“Wow… thank you, (Y/N),” Gepard said. “I hope you know how much this means to me. It makes all the difference in the world to have someone here to guide me,”

Your grip on your bag tightened as your breath quickened unexpectedly. “Yep, yep! That should be all. Thank you for trusting me with your plants!”

“I wouldn’t go to anyone else,”

Gepard walked you back downstairs and to the doorway. On your way there, you heard some maids whispering under their breath as you went by. Something about how Gepard should’ve hired a professional to check out his plants instead.

Gods, you hated these people and their stupid whispering.

“Will you allow me to accompany you back home?” The Captain interrupted you out of your thoughts.

Allow? ALLOW?? Like— he wants to walk me home??

Your brain went into overdrive.

“O-oh? No, no. That’s too much to ask of you. I’m VERY aware of how much work you have coming up. I’d feel bad if I even asked you for some of the air in this room, thank you very much,”

“You don’t have to be afraid to ask me for things,” He said with a steady gaze. “We’re friends,”

“Well… in that case,” you folded your hands together sheepishly. “Could I come back to read the old flower manual sometime?”

Gepard raised his eyebrows with another rare smile.

“Of course,”

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iheartshoyo · 17 days

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INCOMING RANT

Yoshida Shoyo is a virgin and I stand by that😤

(with proof and analysis)

I definitely could have added more info on why I think that this is so cuz I have many more things that would stand as proof so ill add on a bit more. Read below 👇🏽

this is the same text but in video format but the scenes at the back in some places can be considered as back up for my post😭

MORE ANALYSIS BELOW 👇🏽

1. Total ostracism

He was ousted since he was a kid and it lasted for centuries. He was literally TORTURED for simply existing my man did nothing to warrant this hell but oh well that's humans of the past for you. It should be known that his whole 1000+ years of life, not one soul had bothered to help or stand up for him, because nobody knows what it's like to be in his state and never bothered to sympathise with him.

2. Disgusted by humans

He has literally called humans disgusting many times, and yet it's not even the most insulting thing he has called humans. He's a certified hater to the point that he could be considered a racist(discriminates the human race and kinda every other life form in the universe)

Mostly someone would say oh but he's been alive for over a 1000 years something definitely happened. Yes something did, hate and pain and agony is what happened😭😭😭 first few centuries, were different methods of killing and torturing him, then for about 500 years I think, he was rotting away in a cell in a cave.

And then the next 500 years he was killing mfs left and right. I can safely assume that after his break from jail, when he immediately started killing the first group of humans that he met, he literally means he wanted to get rid of anyone he laid eyes on💀 Man didn't just despise, he was REVOLTED.

An important qns that could come up is what if when he was yoshida shoyo (for around 20 years). It's a very short amount of time compared to his lifespan isn't it☠️ Also not to forget the fact as I mentioned before, he was still heavily discriminated and feared. Also He was chased out of every town or village he travelled to, hence the title that he's a wanderer(along with gintoki).

(This could possibly have been the fact that the people recognised him as either the immortal demon or as the leader of Naraku) However it could also contribute to the fact that his revolutionary teachings were bothering the townsfolk's norms, thus the community unrest resulting in chasing him out.

Idc what anyone says a man who was so intensely and ruthlessly tortured would have a dead libido, man has literally experienced death like a daily occurrence. It was frequent ritual to come back from the dead, he has literally seen death and had tea with it, and is used to it he would NOT gaf about his dick which probably stays dead too with how many times he's been killed.

I could say the same for physical attraction because, firstly, his deep hate,more emphasis on DISGUST and DISCRIMINATION he holds for humans as well as for living beings on every other planet in the universe as Utsuro is well known. But as for yoshida shoyo, the compassionate man, I would consider him a man above worldly pleasures, as his immortality, past lives and wisdom(along with how tired he is of everyone) can attest to that.

3. Man beyond societal pressures and standards

Considering that he's a certified menace to society from birth till death, along with the menaces he trained. Safe to say he would not give any fucks about being socially acceptable even as yoshida shoyo he was still a force to be reckoned with, he was in no way submissive(the scene where he rushes to protect his kids amd threatens a bunch of men that he'll collapse the whole government because HE COULD).

With the way he has lived his life and all the events he has gone through, societal expectations/cues would actually mean nothing to him(along with his lifespan), He had become numb to the minds and behaviours of humans long ago. He has no need to go out of his way to do or say anything that does not please him and has no one to appease to. The only reason he surrendered when the Naraku came for him was to not jeopardize the safety of his students.

He COULD have easily fought them off, but after twenty years or so he probably got tired again of constantly running from the naraku(he did say at one point he was tired of running). And he was also confident in the beginnings of revolution and strong spirits he had sowed into the students he taught.

His teachings were considered as revolutionary and forward thinking, he took a new approach to life that breaks away from the stigmatised version of what was initially taught to young people and his method encouraged individualism and soul searching along with self sufficiency and inner peace, atleast to pack all of his teaching's purpose in a nutshell(definitely encapsulates much more than these ideas).

The new outlook he had begun to teach was seen as rebellious and as a fire that had to be snuffed out before its influence could spread. This further solidifies the idea that he was rather more taken with the notion that each individual pursues their own ambitions and their own rules of life, rather than conforming to the society's expectations upon them at the time he was a teacher. The principle of a man following his own rules set upon his own soul can be found in Gintoki as well, which were the concepts of individuality Shoyo had passed down to his students.

In the current years as far as I know nobody really judges you for your sex life but hookup culture was more "normalised" a few decades ago, cough cough millennials cough cough. E.g. sorachi making constant cherry/virgin jokes. No matter how normalised or societal standard anything maybe, shoyo was FARRRR from normal, bet that he would be the polar opposite of any type of expectation society normally has.

It's clear for us throughout gintama that shoyo viewed being alive and having a body as a burden, immensely. So it's obvious that a body that pains his soul to have would not be worried about pleasure in a physical sense. As aforementioned in the first part(twitter post), he would not even bother to think about it given his life incidents.

And as an individual, for 1. he is very mentally ill and at war within himself,

2. he's seen too many things in life and is traumatised to an unimaginable extent.

3. nobody would ever be able to truly understand or sympathise with him.

4. with the way his character is he seems self sufficient and independent, thus losing the need to find gratification in anyone else physically, emotionally and mentally.

Instead he had a lot of wisdom and knowledge to share and demonstrate to the world instead, hence his choice to become a teacher(starting/working in a temple school).

4. Not human nor programmed to be humane.

Shoyo was born human initially, but due to unforeseen circumstances he ended up becoming a being of altana or was born with altana in his blood. So from a very young age he was programmed to be much different from the average human. He himself, due to all the abuse and visceral disgust aimed towards him, stopped considering himself a human and instead became a monster, not human, and was even deprived from any sort of human normalcy. As Yoshida shoyo, he would have not valued anything the average person would, he is not normal. (in a good and bad way).

Moreover gintama has many references deep-rooted into Buddhism and Shoyo was basically akin to a monk during his teaching era.

None of his personalities via his split personality would ever delve into pleasurable ways, because, exempting his personality of yoshida shoyo, every other personality was an extension of Utsuro, who wanted nothing to do with humans and wished for the extinction of them. So excluding his hundred other extensions of his mind(personalities), his singular personality, can definitely be perceived and considered as a zen master/monk.

Heres a link to a shoyo analysis(at the end of the post), it delves into the life and character arc of yoshida shoyo, along with his connections and references to Buddhism. And importantly how his death signifies nirvana, nirvana means to break the cycle of life, and to do that, some points to achieve this are to go beyond the worldly/materialistic aspects of life, which shoyo has already mastered in my opinion. Atleast as yoshida shoyo, excluding his other personalities.

The only thing stopping him from being freed was his suffering and absolute pain which even resulted in him becoming mentally deranged. His suffering was the only thing stopping him from absolution.

In a way, Utsuro yearned for nirvana too(shoyo is no different from utsuro in the ways of his soul no matter the amount of personalities, hes still just one soul, one man), but went about it in a more "all encompassing" method💀 because his nihilism was at its peak within him, with his history of genocide as a fuel to his ambitions. He wanted to truly end not just his existence and consciousness but everything that exists as a whole. As he believed as Utsuro it would be a more fitting way to end ALL cycles once and for all (perpetuated agenda by his hatred).

In the end, obviously as he has repeatedly stated, he yearned for death, the end of the cycle. And a man who yearns for death, would not consider anything else in his life other than leaving the very body that is nothing more than a burden to him. And vehemently strived to dissolve his soul to put a full stop to the endless agony that he knows and calls life.

Link: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFGagoWo/

End of my post I hope that everyone realises I'm always right when it comes to my love, shoyo😝.

#gintama #yoshidashoyo #yoshidashouyou #yoshida shouyou #gintoki #katsura #utsuro #sakamoto #takasugishinsuke #takasugi #shoka sonjuku #manga #anime

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i fully believe the reason the final cut of this scene is so different is because they changed it to be more subtle. cause if you imagine it played out on screen, it's so unbelievably romantic. the final cut is also extremely romantic, but the og is just nuts to me. i'm also pretty sure the duffers said they change things and cut things out to make things less obvious, so take that as you will

1. will is still kneeling on the floor, but there's no direction for mike to sit on his bed. it says mike goes up to him, which could be a lot of things, but since will is still on the floor im guessing mike was meant to squat down to his level or kneel next to him. already way more intimate than the final cut where mike sits on his bed. so as we go through this, make sure you keep in mind they are sitting right next to each other

i imagine he was supposed to be right there

2. 'you didn't have to' wasn't in the original script. originally, mike and will were supposed to let will's words hang in the air and smile at each other for a second or two (probably the same amount of time between 'you didn't have to' and 'hey, also-' in the final cut). they were supposed to smile at each other until mike says "Hey, listen [...]", then will looks away. a few uncut seconds of them....smiling at each other.....until one of them awkwardly breaks the silence.... y'all.

id also like to bring up what finn said about mike not knowing about will's feelings, but there also being a mutual understanding and acceptance. i think what he means is that they mutually understand how different and special their relationship is. "i didn't say it..." with no response but a shared smile implies the same thing the final cut does. will didn't have to, mike understood anyway. that shared smile is supposed to be them acknowledging that. they both know it, and i honestly don't know how finn and noah were supposed to act that out without it being so obviously flirty and blushy. hence why they most likely didn't keep it in. also remember that they're supposed to be right next to each other probably face to face. THE OG WOULDVE BEEN SO BLUSHY AND AWKWARD LIKE.......

3. "If we're....friends again. Best friends."

lord jesus

given that at this point in s4 the audience is meant to have already put it together that will likes mike, that line is crazy to me.

"If we're..."

WHY DID HE HAVE TO THINK??? WHY DID HE HESITATE???? the watcher already knows there is romance present in this dynamic, how fucking else is that meant to be taken?? this is also stranger things, the show where a staple in their romances is that they always claim they're just friends, when they're not. and it's MIKE saying this, not will.

and right after this, it says "Will finally looks at mike, emotional." so during mike's entire monologue, will isn't looking at him. to be honest i think them staring into each other's souls in the final cut it more romantic, but mike saying all this to a will who isn't looking at him adds a lot of depth. imagine mike saying all that and staring at will, who isn't looking back. it puts more romantic emphasis on mike. it's like mike wants will's approval.

smooth transition into—

4. "Yeah?" "Yeah."

good god it's so romantic

they swapped this for "Cool." "Cool." which can be interpreted as platonic a lot easier. and the time they did use "yeah?" "yeah." was during the van scene. it happens in the og script for the bedroom scene too, except it was WILL asking and MIKE confirming. they're flip flopped.

we can't know for sure what scene they filmed first, but i think it might've been van scene first and then the bedroom scene, cause i know the roller rink scenes and scenes in the house were filmed near the end of filming as a whole.

i probably sound crazy, but let's entertain that possibility for a second. cause one was filmed first, which means one was changed first.

the van scene lines were originally "You really think so?" "I know so." , but they changed it to "Yeah?" "Yeah." so what if they changed it so it would parallel the bedroom scene?

if they kept it as it was originally written, the scenes would be very obvious parallels. one talks and talks and talks about their feelings for the other. then the other asks for confirmation, and confirmation is given. it would've paralleled mike's monologue to will to a love confession, which is WAY too obvious

i cannot express to you how crazy this makes me

5. "This intimate moment is shattered"

i don't even have to explain why this is a romantic trope, it just is

i'm gonna assume they were still supposed to have their gazes torn from each other like in the final cut, but imagine that happening while they're way closer. SO much more obviously romantic. they could've been in the same shot when it happens like in the other two scenes where they're interrupted, but in the final cut they aren't. and it's entirely possible they changed that cause the og is just WAY too romantic

i also want to highlight a couple parallels between this scene and the van scene cause this script pretty much confirmed they're connected and i honestly never thought about it until now

> "These past few months she's been so...lost without you."

> "Listen, the truth is, this last year has been weird, you know? And, you know, Max and Lucas and Dustin—they're great, they're great, it's just...it's Hawkins, it's not the same without you."

> "Mike takes this all in. Emotional now too."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

and in the final cut

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

> "Will finally looks at mike, emotional."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

and in the final cut

"Cool."

and of course, the painting. the bedroom scene is the set up for the painting. will grabs it before the shoot out happens. and the van scene is the pay off. idk how in the hell i never picked up on that, but i see it now

but yeah. i guess the duffers realized on set how obviously romantic the byler scenes play out and had to fix it so it'll still fly under the radar for most people

not me though y'all stay safe ❤️

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #byler endgame #byler analysis #mike wheeler i know what you are

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Understanding an Ashlesha ascendant by using Eddie Murphy's sidereal chart

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Someone on Tumblr asked me about ashlesha ascendant "natives". I'll use Eddie Murphy's chart as an example. He has an ashlesha ascendant with his moon being in the 4th house.

Ashlesha is about manipulation, poisons, toxins, medicines. Whether it's herbal or those pharmaceuticals stuff you see doctors using. Ashlesha is about 8th house things like occult studies to the fullest. When you think of ashlesha always think of stuff like astrology, psychics, tarot reading, and witchcraft. Basically those dark practices that have always been shun down in society.

Only as of recently you see things like astrology have become more mainstream. In the past Roman rulers would execute people for using them. Which is ironic because Jesus was a part of a Jewish sect called the Essenes and they did astrology heavily.

Anyways when I think of the ashlesha nakshatra I always think of a woman that is extremely spiritual with locs.

I already explained this on Tumblr hence why I got messaged about this.

Eddie Murphy has his Venus in the Ashwini nakshatra so I always wondered if he ever had sex, dated or married a female that is a twin. This Venus is in his 10th house of work environment so if he ever did intimate roles with a female actress that is a twin please let me know. The only thing I could've found was him doing a role in a movie called twins or triplets. Is that a coincidence? 😂

Let's focus on the ashlesha ascendant. In fact it's activated now because he's in his moon antardasha but I'll talk about some previous events.

First ashlesha is heavily about manipulation. Most of the manipulation is done through emotions. This is why women naturally have ashlesha energy. The moon and cancer are all about femininity.1st house is about personality and appearance so Eddie Murphy and others would love masking who they truly are through their appearance, choice of clothes, hairstyles, skin and of course personality. For example someone that lies a lot would obviously have an ashlesha ascendant.

Another example would be the same way how girls love to wear make up and wigs.

A third example would be when you see guys nowadays wearing fake hair and spray painting to make you think that's their true hairline. 😂

A fourth example would be people you see that likes doing cosplays, wearing ski masks, or have these tattoos. Tattoos where they use quotes to make everyone think they are a good person when in actuality they are very deceptive.

Last example would be ashlesha making someone have a clingy personality. Eddie is clingy towards his mother and 4th house things in general. Which means you wouldn't see his clingy side that much.

Here's the catch though

Not every ashlesha ascendant does things the same way. This is why it's good to get a guy like me to read your birth charts. In Eddie's chart his moon is in the 4th house so lots of emphasis is put on his emotions, and mental state. He is a great example of an ashlesha ascendant. Forget about him being an actor for a second. He uses his emotions to manipulate. The same way you see a lot of women that get caught cheating and next thing you know they are crying. Although they did the cheating and all of the lying. Eddie would basically use his emotions to get away with a lot of things. He probably was an actor that knew how to fake cry pretty quickly. His manipulative tactics come out regarding the 4th house things. For example some people lie about the type of vehicles they own. Some people use vehicles as a way to get women.

To be more specific with his moon being in the Libra sign. He uses his sad, sensitive emotions to bring resolutions regarding 4th house stuff. For example if there are conflicts within the residences he lives in he would know how to use his emotions to bring resolutions.

Let me add an example to this example 😂😂

Let's say there is a fight taking place within Eddie's home. Eddie would be the type to cry in order to stop the fights, and prevent more fights from happening. A lot of that crying and sad emotions are legit but he understands that using it more and more he can solve a lot of issues. He inherited a lot of these traits from his mother by the way. This same type of ashlesha/moon can give a person psychopathic traits very easily. Since he would have lots of natural knowledge about a person's mental state/psychology.As a result he knows how to trick people pretty easily especially whenever he is at home, in vehicles, or with his mother.

Him and his mother most definitely lied a lot to each other. The Eddie Murphy you're accustomed to seeing in public is way different than how he would be whenever at home. Obviously I can comment on this one house placement forever. It is exhausting though and can take like an hour of just constant typing.

Those examples are just freestyles. Let me look for a more realistic example that has actually occurred in Eddie's life.This guy has a long catalogue and I have a headache so use his movie called norbit as a great example of the manipulation through appearance.

He played as a female called rasputia.

If you want to combine everything that I just said then there is a car scene in the norbit movie. The nutty professor is another realistic example. It's funny though because the movie most likely was done during his mercury antardasha. Mercury is the nakshatra lord for ashlesha.

#Astrology #vedic astrology #Ashlesha #Nakshatras #Youtube

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ngl i feel for both you and the anon 😭 i think where the anon was coming from was a genuine place and like they weren’t trying to seem entitled or rude. (hence why they put that last bit) but when english isn’t someone’s first language or someone just has a difficult time expressing what they want, the way they word things can come off blunt, harsh, entitled etc.

i think it was a genuine criticism, HOWEVER, not everyone is open for criticism especially when something is just a hobby/ something they do for fun, i don’t think it’s fair on you that their message made you feel like shit or that your work wasn’t good enough just because you tend to put emphasis on comfort and romance (which i absolutely love, i HATE fluff but i swear i literally inhale your fics) but i do also feel bad for the anon cuz everyone’s coming at them now (and i’m praying the anon who told you to grow up wasn’t the og anon)

SORRY FOR THE RANT I JUST FEEL LIKE THE ANON (if they’re still here) NEEDS A TINY BIT OF EMOTIONAL SUPPORT EVEN THO I DONT AGREE WITH WHAT THEY SAID (i really do think it’s just a case of unwanted criticism that came from a good place)

((pls don’t hate me 😭))

Hello, darling! Thank you for the message and sharing your opinions with me ❤️

Yes, I understand your point, and honestly, I don't think that anon wanted to hurt me either (which is why I said that I was saddened by their message, not angered) but the thing is, it doesn't matter even if english wasn't your first language. It doesn't matter if they thought this was genuine criticism. They NEED to understand that writers, or artists, who create fanfics or fanarts for FREE, are NOT doing this for them. They write for themselves, they do it for fun, and they SHARE their ideas online and hope people will like it. There's a huge difference between fanfics and paid commissions. You are allowed to say "hey, i don't like this stuff" when you're paying someone to draw/write for you. You do NOT say that to artists who spent hours/days/weeks of their life making stuff for free, just because you don't like what they draw/write.

I don't know about other people, but I've seen a lot of writers and artists whose works I enjoy but they sometimes deal with stuff I'm not comfortable with, but I will NEVER come to their page, and leave message/comments like "I love ur stuff. But maybe u shouldn’t put that much ________ stuff I mean it’s fine but u add too much _______ parts." and you know why? Because even if I don't like that stuff, doesn't mean everyone thinks the same. But more importantly, I respect the time and effort they poured into their arts and I know how hard it is to create something out of thin air. I. respect. that. and what do I do? I just close my tab, and scroll away. Literally take zero energy. It's that simple. It's that easy. And you don't hurt anybody with it.

#but of course this is just my opinion and you're welcome to say/think otherwise #kana answers stuff

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Finally listened to Dream A Little Dream of Me and... Oh Victor. Baby. You never stood a chance huh.

The song came off to me as a wish of someone who longs that their lover would remember ("dream of me") after they have to go/are gone.

Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

While I'm alone and blue as can be

Dream a little dream of me

Obviously it's a romantic song in most contexts, but given how Victor is characterized as someone who is often blind to what goes on around him or is always lying to himself, I can't help but to think the song takes on a certain level of desperation and denial.

As in, from this perspective, the singer wants desperately for their lover to dream of them, to be occupied by them while they're gone. There is the implication of course that, perhaps, the singer is in active denial of the fact that their lover is in fact, not dreaming of them. They're not missing them.

And given the paralleled Karen Wheeler bathtub/Virginia Creel bathtub hallucination... You understand what I'm getting at here.

The song also states that the singer wants to stay (until dawn), but must leave for whatever reason. He most likely had to leave Virginia to serve (I believe I read that 66% of US soldiers in WW2 were drafted but don't quote me on that). There is a particular emphasis put on Victor's war service and the trauma he's has gone through during it, perhaps contributing to wanting to come back home to a "perfect" life/family. Emphasis on the fact that this is Victor's favorite song.

Now, this is a song that Victor plays on the radio right before Henry kills Virginia. Imo, that's intentional. He messes with the channels as he kills her (?if I'm remembering correctly), disrupting that illusion/denial of a perfect family that Victor has places himself under momentarily with the shock of Virginia's gruesome death.

I think "Dream a Little Dream of Me" is meant to represent Victor's delusion, a direct opposite to Henry's visions being a "mirror" to hold up against someone. Hence why the song is what brings Victor out of the vision Henry put him under (although where it came from is debatable), and to the present day in ST, he is still figuratively and literally blind he humming the song in his cell.

Edit: there's something else I wanted to add but completely forgot!

Henry possessing Billy is actually fairly interesting giving the similarities between them. They both are abuse victims who deal with their abuse in ugly ways- repeating a cycle of violence, in Henry's case because he believes he had no choice. Both have mommy issues up the wahoo.

But you know what I think is very interesting? Henry chose to target Billy when Billy was on his way to have sex with a married older woman at a motel.

That doesn't come to fruition obviously because of Henry's intervention flaying Billy, and there is the scene of the next day where Billy was given the order (?) to physically assault Karen as she uses her family as a reason as to why she never showed.

#im not woobifying the neglectful parent but he is a dilf i would like to psychoanalyze!!!#still not sure about whether alice or henry are victor's... it coukd be that they both are #but there is an implication that their family is a 'lie' so i think. theres something there #i dont quite remember what henry put alice through so maybe that would give some hints. i will have to look into that #henry creel #victor creel #virginia creel #stranger things #billy hargrove #karen wheeler

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Why is Yu alive in the Future act? A theory: Miles has the ability to save “Gwen Stacy” variants or characters who die for the sake of other more major characters’ development (hence why Gwen, Gayatri and possibly Junpei are alive) (we might as well add the “canon event” lore into the Eriverse)

Yea, might as well add canon event lore. Considering AUs I make that change canon events absolutely change the whole course of the universe (you know, instead of destroying the universe).

But yea! Miles being in Yu's life definitely probably saved him! As well as you know, saving the whole world from a ABSOLUTE demise to the curses.

Do you ever wonder if characters know how important they are? Like, Eriverse Miles probably doesn't understand just HOW important he is to the world. He knows he is important because he kinda started the Power Revolution, but he also puts a lot of emphasis on his allies he had (and probably even gives Hobie almost all the credit in him mind for being the start instead of him).

Like Neon J definitely knows he's important because he helped end the Border Wars (which I should really think more about because if I am adding Overwatch into this I think the Border Wars would be a great thing to use for a substitute for the Omnic Crisis since characters like Reinheart or Soldier 76 would need a war to have gotten to where they are now. So maybe the Border Wars were mainly in Asia, but it was a whole world type of war. That's a topic for another day/ask though).

But yea, Neon J is still even more important that he realizes (helping robots gain sentience and rights with 1010, sparking the rock passion in Tataiana, having ideas Zanzo stole which helped Vandelay Tech become even more advance, and so on).

Same thing with Miles, how he not only saved people with powers, but also the world. And probably inspired Peppermint (she also took inspiration from B2J as well), as well as other people who would come later in life. Oh! Not to even mention how he changed the whole course of Satoru and friend's lives to the point that they will create a school to help people with powers grow their powers in a healthy and constructive way! (and probably also inspired Suguru to switch sides without realizing it).

Anyway, I'm yapping. Miles (and others) is definitely important and helped save many lives as well as change the course of the world!

#eritalks #spidertalk #nsrtalk #jjktalk #noart #eriverse #asks

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‘Peace Education’, Megjashi’s successfully implemented priority Peace is the peak social human value which enables people to live a high-quality life without fears, agonies, uncertainties, risks and to achieve long age. Although men have realized this long time ago, unfortunately, they hinder the creation of a peaceful atmosphere themselves through various wars, conflicts, collisions, misunderstandings, from minor to large-scale formats. The necessity of peace education in our society is vital, and that is something The First Children’s Embassy MEGJASHI has started 11 years ago via the Peace Education Program, organizing trainings, workshops, webinars, peace building activities in and outside schools, which has proven to be quite fruitful. Within its mission The First Children’s Embassy in the world ‘Megjashi’ is slowly, but surely, step by step, implementing its program along with teachers, institutions etc., aiming at influencing young generations through the education process and to make peace become their axiom. Hence, several days ago the Second Peace Meeting was held (27-29 June 2022), where 60 teachers from high schools in Debar, Vinica, Gostivar, Makedonski Brod, Veles and Skopje took part, as well as representatives from the Ministry of Education and Science. During this meeting, teacher Dјevit Miftarovski from the high school in Debar, has emphasized their significance. ‘I had found out about MEGJASHI as a child, and when I started working, I had the privilege to become part of them in this manner. At the beginning, in 2012, I didn’t know what will happen, but their interesting approach was appealing to me because this is a whole new direction. The first meeting was in Kichevo, but the topics covered were attractive, which made me feel confident to become part of it. I now understand the term ‘Peace Education’ much differently than I used to back then. Even today when I mention the term ‘peace education’ to my wife, who is also a high school teacher, she thinks it is something related to war. But Peace Education is way more than that. If we consider all the different topics we have covered and analyzed here, and we have later successfully transferred them to students, we can say that adults need them more than children do, especially in our country. Peace Education would be a long definition. Personally, I understand it as conflict prevention of the problems we have and the conflicts we would not want to happen in future.’ The teacher adds that if Peace Education had existed back in 2001, our country would have done much better, especially in terms of conflicts among students. ‘I work in a high school where Macedonian, Albanian, Roma and Turkish students learn in Albanian and Macedonian language. Since I teach Macedonian Language and Literature, when I have book analysis classes I try to raise this question. Let’s think of the Macedonian literature between the two world wars, existential and social issues – I mention those social problems so that children would start discussing them among themselves, to look for alternative solutions to the character’s actions, wondering why the character would not allow his daughter to marry a poor guy, etc. I implement techniques which smoothen the students, trying to walk in other people’s shoes so that they could think and understand the other person… Teacher Irena Fejsko from the same school views students as pieces from a mosaic which need to be put together correctly for everything to work out fine, and that depends on us. **** This Peace Meeting, which is, in fact, a continuance of the topics the Peace Education Program covers continuously, raised many questions which are important to our society. Among the broad spectrum of topics, the emphasis this time was put on: ‘Peace Education And Gender Justice’, ‘Peace Future’, ‘Antigypsyism as a barrier for inclusion of Roma children in education’, ‘Selfcare’, ‘Forum Theater’, and creativity and initiatives were also reflected in the discussions with representatives of the Ministry of Education and Science and the Deputy Minister od Education and Science, Lulzim Aliu. During his one-day visit, the Deputy Minister had numerous group and individual meetings with the teachers, and emphasized that upbringing and education are important preconditions for building healthy personalities which find the solution to problems peacefully, accentuating their role exactly, along with families, on the students maturation path and raising them into people who should solve every conflict in future with verbal, not physical communication, adding that there is a solution to every problem, if we are only looking for it. ‘Prevention is required, taking action at the very beginning before we start facing unpleasant scenes in schools’, he said in his speech. **** Happy is he who can build a piece of himself in peace. Every such opportunity is to be respected and used the best we can for ourselves and others. Although it is seemingly an easy thing to do, this can be very deceptive – the opportunities peace has to offer, on one hand, are quite big, while on the other hand the obligation to preserve and upgrade it even bigger. The Peace Meeting work groups in which teachers discussed and exchanged personal experiences were very useful in that direction. Enver Ajdini, teacher at ‘Arseni Jovkov’ high school in Skopje, believes Peace Education helps contribute to the entire education process in the Republic of Macedonia, especially in terms of alleviating political tensions among students, which they gain through their families or media. ‘We take care of students, via Peace Education we fight every form of violence and that is the main motivation for me to be part of Peace Education, and I shall continue to be. We are a team of six teachers in our school and a team of twelve students who are always with us on our workshops’, he briefly introduced us to their Peace story. Teacher Valentina Shterjovska from Gostivar says that she has personally gained a lot as a person with ‘Megjashi’ and Peace Education. ‘Their aim is to include motivated teachers in the program. At first, we have started as a young group of enthusiasts, we have had a broad vision in front of us of what we wanted to achieve, but truth to be told, I did not quite believe that we were going to achieve what we have today, I did not believe this movement would become so large. The first trainings were with fewer teachers, in more isolated surroundings, and we would literally put ourselves behind closed doors and work, work, dream, dream of what and how things would happen, and that is the beginning of one story which is today literally a part of me, my heart, my character.’ Valentina considers this to be the highest value in the educational system, a missing component in the upbringing process of children. However, the teacher should be directed towards it, to be trained, which is mostly contributed by these professional, specialized and rare trainings MEGJASHI puts together. From the viewpoint of a teacher with peace education experience, she insists on more courses of action. ‘One of the action courses we practice is the marking of some dates which are significant to us, such as the International Day of Peace, the International Day of Social Justice, Anti-Bullying Day, which we mark in different ways, by marching, performances such as dance or theater or forum theater with students. Those ways of acting are very powerful because we perform them in front of a broad massive audience, in front of municipal buildings, the Government of the Republic of Macedonia. Once, using a performance, we requested for the Mayor of Gostivar, Arben Taravari, to place air pollution measuring instruments, which he did afterwards and heard our voices. We have many issues rising in schools, too, we solve them in a quiet, painless fashion, we act through workshops to raise the awareness’, the teacher explains. When we speak of peace, it is primarily the kind of peace everyone can achieve, to feel good at school, to have the feeling that the school cares of them and, most importantly, to recognize the problem, to say it out loud and solve it, those are the main benefits. **** At this Peace Meeting in Berovo the teachers have presented the problem with mobbing, partisanship and party privileges, social exclusion, abuse of office and the violence in schools through a Forum theater performance, called ‘EDUCATION IS FORCE(D), EDUCATION IS POWER(LESS)’. They have performed on stage in front of all participants of the Peace Meeting, as well as in front of the Mayor of the Municipality of Berovo, and other representatives from institutions from Berovo and Pehchevo. The audience expressed a huge interest of the teachers’ forum theater performance, inspiring the Mayor to request a second performance of it at the beginning of the next school year in front of all teachers in the Municipality of Berovo. These performances, especially the Forum theater, also known as ‘theater of the oppressed’, is an excellent creative form of a participative theater, aimed at raising awareness and creating an atmosphere of unity, which enables discussion and interaction with the audience, as well as active participation by creating various solutions. The stage becomes a mirror in which everyone can see their reflection and social role. In her experience, Marija Manasieva, an English Language teacher from ‘Vanco Prke’ high school in Vinica, also views these performances as a tool which contributes to unity. ‘As someone who has returned home after living abroad for a few years in Germany and the Czech Republic, while also travelling a lot, the peace I have seen, as well as the conflicts, have pushed me to take part in this program when I first learned about it. Both peace and conflicts in the surrounding were a motivation to be part of the action taken. Peace Education basis are being constantly transferred to the younger, every minute of the class, every second, all the trainings we have been through are being reflected. In both instinctive and intentional situations our knowledge is being integrated in the classes, activities and performances we organize. The children are always surprised by some of the activities we introduce in the education process, I always see a desire for awareness raising related to peace education in the eyes of every single student… *** Many positive things were told at this Meeting in the peaceful atmosphere of Aurora Resort, surrounded by the harmony of nature and animals which seem to remind us that men are also part of that harmony and perfection which we need to preserve and nurture further even more. This 3-day meeting, which is first of its kind with physical presence of a bigger number of teachers after the pandemic, during which time the trainings were being held via webinars, has ended successfully, with mutual conclusions, agreements on further actions, organization and initiation of activities and events, with coordination between government representatives and representatives of relevant institutions for including Peace Education in the framework of the official education, and at the end MEGJASHI has granted certificates to the participants. Valentina Gjorgievska freelance journalist Founder of INFE Mаcedonia, Editor in chief of www.infedream.wordpress.com

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rosierin · 3 years

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"Mildly inebriated"

Kita decides to reunite his old volleyball team for a pleasant get-together over dinner and Sake, but Atsumu ends up drinking a little too much. Luckily for him, his caring s/o, twin and high school friend carry him home. Unluckily for (y/n), she now has a rambling, needy, pouty Atsumu to deal with.

pairing; post timeskip!miya atsumu x reader

genre; fluff, drabble

warnings; mentions of alcohol, kinda suggestive at one point? suna and reader used to hook up before the reader got together with atsumu

Looking after Atsumu is a tedious task in itself, but a drunk Atsumu is far worse.

He wasn't known for being unable to hold down his liquor or anything. Quite the opposite in fact; you'd spent many nights out celebrating with the Jackals without seeing him with nothing more than glossy eyes and slightly pink ears.

(Unlike poor Hinata who could barely even handle a shot without feeling whoozy, or how Bokuto looked like he could down a bottle and still be fine, but ends up going on a one-hour ramble about how he misses spending time with beloved junior, Akaashi.

You pity Sakusa for having to put up with them sometimes, you really do.)

Tonight however is a different story; he's all slack limbs and incomprehensive babbling. But things could be worse, you suppose. At least he's not singing a morphed, acapella rendition of Queen's entire discography this time.

What he is doing is stumbling back home with Suna under one arm, you under the other in order to keep him upright, all while delivering— or at least trying to deliver a kansai-dialect tangent about food, and how it's literally so unfair that the whole table called him a lunatic for preaching about how burritos should be considered a sandwich.

"If it's food enveloped by more food, it's a sandwich!"

You hear Suna sigh for the umpteenth time and honestly at this point, you can't blame him. There's no defending him, or his radical sandwich anarchy.

"You're rekt, 'Tsumu," his twin drawls. He'd refused to help carry his brother earlier, saying it was his fault for being such a dumbass and drinking too much in the first place, hence why Suna had begrudgingly taken his place.

Part of you wonders if the sandwich debate also had something to do with this. After all, the food-loving twin had not adhered to his twin's twisted take in the slightest.

"Shut up, 'Samu. Am not," he lies, the slur in his voice betraying his claims. "(Y/n) believes me, though. Dont'cha (y/n)?"

You ignore how he nuzzles into your neck, most likely trying to win your sympathy, but the smell of strong liquor that oozes from his lips is too potent to ignore.

"Sure, Atsumu," you scoff. "Totally not drunk."

"Or heavy" Suna adds, hitching Atsumu up with a groan for emphasis.

Atsumu exhales slowly in response, creating a small cloud of mist as his hot breath hits the chilly, winter air. "Yer all bullies... I know sarcasm when I hear it..."

"But you apparently don't know drunk when you feel it," you deadpan.

"I'm not drunk!" Atsumu stubbornly protests, this time while straightening his posture as a show of his self proclaimed "not drunk-ness", only for Suna to click his tongue when his chin narrowly misses Atsumu's shoulder. "'M just... Mildly inebriated..." he hums.

You and Suna roll your eyes. Osamu cracks a small grin, seemingly amused by his brother's antics.

"'M surprised you even know that word."

There's snickering in either side of Atsumu's ears from his two makeshift crutches when a frown makes its way onto his flushed face.

"Shut up, stupid 'Samu."

You arrive home after a twenty minute walk and after fumbling around for the keys to your apartment, Osamu and Suna leave the now sleepy Atsumu in your hands. They'd asked you if you needed help putting him to bed, but after mulling over their offer you had decided that you could probably handle him yourself. Plus, you could only imagine Atsumu's face if you told him that not only his partner, but his twin brother and one of his best friend's had to collectively haul him up the stairs.

And so, after wishing you good luck the two boys left Atsumu in your care.

"Alrighty, up we go, sleepyhead." You slip off your coat and shoes as you sling Atsumu's arm over your shoulders and immediately you realize how difficult it is to support him without Suna's help.

"Gosh, you are heavy." You wheeze as you try your darnest to drag the 6ft setter up the stairs. Maybe you should have accepted the boys' help after all.

"80 kilos of muscle, baby..." Atsumu mumbles and you can't help but huff out a small laugh despite yourself. Honestly, you commend him on his attempts to flirt despite the state he's in.

"Sure are. But could the 80kg of muscle pick up his feet a little? I'm not that strong, you know."

"Yes ma'am..."

You huff when you finally get Atsumu into the bedroom, putting him down on the bed with less grace than you'd intended.

You feel Atsumu's gaze on you as you begin to unbutton his shirt, the way his hooded eyes stay fixed on your fingers carefully removing each button relaying more than just the need to rid him of his clothes.

You pointedly try to ignore this however as you successfully slide his dress shirt off his shoulders, oblivious to the way he shudders under your touch. But it's when you're about to stand up that two hands land on your waist and tentatively begin to wander.

Unfortunately for him, you find Atsumu far more attractive when he's sober.

Wordlessly, you grab his wrists and shake your head.

"Why not..." He utters into the crook of your neck, his voice just shy from a whine.

"Because you need to rest, dumb dumb. You're smashed."

"Not yet I'm not," he says, and you're not surprised when you feel him smirk against your skin.

This guy.

You roll your eyes and lightly jab him in the stomach as the hands you were holding begin to trail up your forearms. "Also, that's Tsum Tsum to you."

You squish his cheeks, relishing in the frown and childish pout that forms on his lips. If he's got his wits back then that means he should be sobering up if not just a tiny bit, so that's good at least.

"No, I definitely meant dumb dumb," you tease, planting a swift kiss to his lips before releasing his face. "Now, bed."

"Fine..." He huffs, running a hand through his post-party hair and down his face, still slightly pink from Sake and a good time.

You nod in approval as Atsumu eventually kicks off his shoes and begins unbuckling his slacks, and you don't miss the suggestive glances his half-lidded eyes offer you as they dance from you, to his now exposed skin.

Gosh it'd been a while since Atsumu's had a night out with his friends. You almost forgot how needy he was when he was intoxicated.

"Good," you say as Atsumu grumpily slides under the covers. Now you can finally fetch that glass of water.

"Are you and Suna still a thing?"

You stop just as you reach the door, turning to Atsumu who's laying on his side, honey eyes looking up at you almost dejectedly.

Of course we're not, you want to say— Atsumu, you should know better. But knowing it's most likely the alcohol speaking, you decide to simply go along with his inquiries.

"We were never a 'thing', really. But no, we're just normal friends now." you smile, hoping Atsumu can tell how sincere you truly are as you take a seat beside him on the bed. You reach out for his hand which lays atop the covers and squeeze it reassuringly.

"So if it were Suna layin' in yer bed right now, you wouldn't do anythin'?"

"Our bed," you correct, and you shake his hand a little to snap him out of the mood he's got himself in. "And no silly, it's just us now, I promise. And it'll stay that way."

Atsumu squeezes your hand back. "Good."

You smile again, and you're glad when Atsumu returns the gesture, his face softening into something far more tender.

"I'm gonna go get you a glass of water and a painkiller for when you wake up, okay?"

He nods, but just as you're about to stand up he grabs your hand again, pulling you back down.

"Wait, one more question—"

Humming curiously, you coax him to continue.

"Do you still find him attractive?"

There's a beat of silence as the question leaves his lips and for a moment you're left reeling. Then, you supress the urge to laugh.

Seriously? He's asking you that kind of question? You feel kind of guilty for finding amusement in his childish question, but even when Atsumu looks so earnest and antsy to know your answer, you can't help but crack a smile anyway.

"Yeah, I do," you reply honestly, but before a frown can completely make its way to Atsumu's face, you cut in. "Extremely attractive, but nowhere near as much as you." And now you're grinning shamelessly because you love how quickly his face can go from dejected to completely love-struck. The latter looks way better on him, you think.

"You're my number one everything."

And with that you've pretty much KO-ed him.

Or at least you think you have since the moment the words leave your lips, the setter conveniently goes to pull the covers over his head like a moody teenager.

"Even number one most annoying?" He asks, his voice muffled by the bedsheets.

"Especially the most annoying," you smirk, patting his head from over the covers while Atsumu mumbles something about doing his job right, then.

You scoff and eventually climb off the bed.

Now, about that glass of water?

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youn9racha · 3 years

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Truth Or Dare

Requested by: @waywardgoopranchherring

Pairing: bff!chan x afab!reader x bff!lee know

Genre: smut

Words: 3.6k

Synopsis: three dumb best friends embark in a wild fire in the middle of a truth or dare game, and things got heated right away…

Warning: as you couldn’t tell by the pairing; threesome (m/f/m), sub!chan, switch!lee know, switch!reader, everyone’s a perv, non idol au, mentions of alcohol, swearing, irresponsible drinking, mentions of masturbation, fingering, make outs

Extra notes: lol i feel like i haven’t written in forever despite being active. i decided why the fuck not write a sub chan ?!?!? its my first time writing threesome so hopefully i didn’t fuck it up :p also (y/f/n) means full name here

——————————————————————————— This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised. ——————————————————————————-

From a distance, anyone can hear the commotion that was occurring in the highest floor of the apartment complex that belonged to the respective names of (y/f/n), Bang Chris Chan and Lee Minho, despite there were in total of three people present at the time. The source was the duo were cheering at Chan, as he was chugging a bottle of Jack Daniels as being told by one of the two of you.

Simply to add context, you all were in the middle of a heated game called Truth or Dare, which in actuality it was just a dare game since the three didn’t pick any truths, and with each rounds it keeps getting crazier, but none are backing down, hence why Chan is drinking over his limit and ruining his own liver just for this stupid dare.

As expected, Chan had to end his chug due to his intolerance to the heavy drink, which resulted in a dissatisfied “aww” coming from the other two. “Why the fuck are you two whining? I could die-woah!” Chan slurred his words, putting the bottle down in the table, and attempting to sit down on the couch, only for his ass to land harshly on the hard floor, making you and Minho intoxicatingly laugh at his clumsiness. Neither of you were sober either, if anything you both used an empty bottle of another alcoholic drink that the three of you have finished to spin the bottle to determine who’s the victim of the game.

As the laughter erupted, Chan was groaning on the ground, holding onto the table and chair, “god damn it…” He muttered to himself as he semi-massaged his bum-cheek, “quit laughing, I think I hurt myself!” Chan pouted. “Aww, you want me to kiss the pain away?” Minho crawled his way to Chan as he fake-sympathized with a baby voice and a puckered lips, to which Chan rolled his eyes and pushed him away, making the three of you giggle, but Minho still was sitting close to him, “I’ll still kiss your ass if you want,” Minho raised an eyebrow as suggestion.

”Fuck off, Minho!” Chan exclaimed back, which made you laugh at the mini bickering. This wasn’t out of the ordinary with Minho, he often jokingly flirts with you two, especially Chan to push him over the edge. It wasn’t like Chan didn’t enjoy his humor or is taken abac, but he always ends up being flustered at anything Minho says that is crude.

The three of you‘s laugh died down, and then Minho grabbed the empty bottle, “alright let us spin again.”

He twisted the bottle and spun it as soon as you let go, watching the bottle going around until it slowly stopped at a direction that was much closer to Chan. “Ugh, again?!” Chan grunted in complaints as he threw his head back at the couch cushion behind him, sort of hitting himself with it. It could either be his exhaustion or his drunk state, but neither seems to stop him, otherwise he could’ve slept on the spot.

“You know this is truth or dare,” You said, with an emphasis on the truth, “you could just pick a truth.”

Minho silently agreed with you by a nod, as he looked back at Chan, waiting for his response. Chan’s eyes were closed and shaking his head, “I guess you’re right,” he shrugged and sighed, “I’ll pick truth.”

Minho looked at you with a smirk, making you raise an eyebrow, then back at close eyed Chan, waiting for the question to be told.

“Chan… have you ever thought of fucking either of us?” Minho leaned closer to him again this time whispering in his ear, “better yet, have you thought of fucking the two of us together?”

The question made Chan open his eyes wide, suddenly the feeling of passing out drunk faded away, and sober up while you just looked at Minho with wide eye. Minho knew what he was doing, despite the three of you being friends for as long as you all can remember, there were moment where the tension turns sexual. Whether it was you with either of the boys, or the boys with each other, it was no denial that the three of you were pretty best friends and found each other attractive, at least at a sexual sense.

The three of you would say that you guys are siblings, but considering whatever the fuck is happening right now, or maybe what‘s about to happen, that statement is best to be taken back.

”Huh?” Pulling his head up, Chan looked at Minho with a perplexed face. Minho gave Chan a knowing look, “answer the question, pretty boy,” he smirked at the pale man, who’s still looking at him, preferring to stay silent. Knowing he won’t respond, Minho pushed Chan’s head using his first and middle finger and forced him to look at you.

“C’mon, Channie, look at her,” Minho was whispering at Chan’s ears, however it was still loud enough for you to hear. You shifted in your place awkwardly, not necessarily not enjoying it, but rather feeling helpless on what to do. “You see how’s she’s sitting there in front of you..” His voice was dark and hypnotizing into Chan’s flushed ear, so much so his command began to take effect into the curly head boy as he made eye contact with you.

“I know you thought of fucking her,”

”Minho..”

“S-stop”

You dragged out in a warning tone with Chan closing his eyes, but Minho ignored both of you and carried on talking.

”Every single night, I hear your pretty moans calling out for (y/n) as you stroke your cock,” Minho deadpanned, and it made both of you blush with his revelations, especially Chan, “what the fuck—“

”Ever wonder where your red panties go, (y/n)? Why they keep disappearing and then coming back out of nowhere?” Minho turned his head to you, now his eyes were targeting you. You felt you were being put on the spot. You didn’t, neither did Chan, expect the game to be this intense. It was no wonder none of you wanted to pick truth when you had Minho as the one holding the question.

You simply shook your head, not sure what to respond to him, you don’t have the physical or verbal response to tell him what you want. “Well, its been under this naughty boy’s pillow,” Minho teased the man next to him to which Chan protested, “Minho, Stop!”

”After you use it and throw it in the hamper, this man digs it in to find his favorite pair. Let me guess…” Minho pretended to wonder, “hm.. was it the frilly pink one? No, maybe it was the red lace? or maybe it was the white cotton one…”

”Minho, stop!” Chan exclaimed, while you just sat there in awe. You hadn’t expect Minho to expose Chan like that, and you were certainly not expecting Chan to feel this way about you.

“Don’t worry, Channie, you’re not the only perverted one here,” Minho got even closer to Chan, he was almost sitting on his lap, as he brushed a curl out of the young man’s face. Chan’s face twisted into more confusion, he felt that he slowly became sober, and he saw that Minho was sobered up as well, although he wished he wasn’t at this moment, but it was only you who still has a drunk presence.

Minho, face still close to Chan’s, turned to you, “ speaking of stealing, (y/n), why do keep taking Chan’s hoodies?” Chan’s head perked up in curiosity as you looked at Minho with a surprised face. You knew you were bound to get interrogated, but you were taken aback with the question that Minho threw at you.

You blushed and crossed your arms, “I don’t.”

”Thats not what I saw last night when you were touching yourself last night wearing and sniffing it,” Minho said which made you and Chan redder than you already are. You wanted to get mad at him, and same with Chan, but you both couldn’t deny him, as he saw everything. Adding to the fact that he practically made you and Chan realize that you two have a messed up way of admiration for each other, it added more shame into both of you.

“You two are dirty, naughty people..”

“Well, yeah? Then why are you telling us all this, if we’re both the dirty? You didn’t stop us,” Chan spoke in defense. It was unclear if he did it for your, his or both of your’s sake, but either way it was a good defense. He could’ve easily pulled each of you aside privately, and let you know that it was weird.

“Because it was hot,” was all Minho said, “it was hot seeing my two very attractive best friends going weak for each other,” he gave both of you a smile, but it wasn’t the adorable smile you often gushed at. It had a completely different meaning, and it wasn’t a pretty one. Minho got off of Chan and gave you the bottle, “it’s your turn,” he smirked as you gulped and nervously took the bottle from his hand. Chan couldn’t look at you in shame, sorrow, and confusing arousal, but little did he know that you had mutual feeling.

Everything Minho uttered were true and all the while it made both of you hot and bothered. You sighed and spun the bottle. It stopped abruptly by a hand, Minho’s, and it landed in your direction, “you can’t do that,” you weakly protested, to which Minho responded, “what are you gonna do?” You knew him for as long as you could remember, but you have never seen him act in this way before. You aren’t sure whether you hated it or enjoy it.

You‘re looking at Minho at a totally different light right now, you never would have thought to lust over him, just the same way as you did with Chan. You can’t lie and say that you don’t find Minho attractive, if anything, he could definitely pass off as a model if the standards weren’t brutal towards his height, but that doesn’t change the fact how he’s really good looking in your eyes.

You sat there in silence as Minho leaned back in his position, “so, ms. (y/n), truth or dare?”

You looked at Chan, who was still looking down and not bearing to look at you, then back at Minho nervously, “dare.”

”I dare you,” Minho paused to look at Chan, “I dare you to suck Chan’s neck and giving him hickeys,” Chan’s neck snap up after hearing his name with a panic. Without protesting you walked up to Chan, and sat on his lap as he gulps from seeing you. You could feel his erection under you, and you were glad you wore sweatpants, otherwise he would have felt the wetness of your panties.

”Do you want th—“

”Go for it… please…” Chan pleaded, and after his consent, you dug straight into his neck by kissing and biting. With every nip, Chan’s breaths were shuddering and his eyes rolls back shut. All while that’s happening, Minho’s observing the catastrophe he proudly made.

You moved from one spot to the other, you weren’t sure if you’re supposed to give him more than one, but you didn’t care, and neither did Chan, as he didn’t do anything to stop you from biting him more. Your teeth grazing into a certain spot made him buck his hips up, which made you gasp at the sudden movement.

“Fuck this,” Chan muttered as he pulls your head out of his neck and began putting your lips into his. The kiss was the absolute sloppiest and unideal for the both of you, but again, the care and the perfectionist side of you were kicked out as you both heavily kissed each other with Chan’s gripping your clothed buttocks. Minho didn’t expect to see you both go wild on each other, but to say he wasn’t turned on was an understatement.

He however cleared his throat, opting both of you to pull away and catch your breath. “We’re not done with the game,” Minho said, pushing away the bottle, “but this round, only I can get to pick who can do the actions, it’ll only be a dare game.”

You both looked at Minho, his evil aura was only getting stronger, as it made you both even more intimidated and aroused. You both nodded at his claim, and you ultimately got off of Chan, leaving him sighing at the lack of contact in his erection.

“Channie, I dare you to strip off (y/n)’s clothing until she’s nude,” Minho leaned back, palms on the floor played as his beam for his upper body, anticipating for the next move. Chan looked at you, silent asking for consent.

You pulled your arms up, Chan immediately taking the message and began to strip you off. With each article you’ve exposed, Chan and Minho couldn’t help but silently admire your beautiful bare body to them. You looked like a beautiful sculpture of a goddess in flesh, ready to be worshipped by the two men ahead of you. Minho shook his head, not to lose his track, “uh, (y/n)..”

”yeah?”

”um… come here.”

You did as he told, however his facial expression has changed. He was cracking. It was as soon as he saw your naked body was when he started to lose his character. It was still there but it was dying, and he was attempting to revive it.

“I dare you,” He paused as he was looking into your naturally gleaming eyes, and then at the helpless Chan, “kiss me.”

Chan looked at Minho with a grimace, and you smiled at him. You noticed he was jealous, which was why you were smiling. “Chan, come closer,” you said, making Minho confused. You looked at Minho, then back at Chan, and ultimately began planting your lips on Chan’s lips. “I said kiss me!” Minho protested.

You pulled away to look at Minho, “I know, you’ll get your kiss,” you smiled deviously at Minho, as you leaned back into Chan’s lips. You positioned yourself to show off your lovely core to Minho as his breath hitches when he made eye contact with it.

Now Minho’s game has turned into your game.

You pulled away from Chan, “Chan, I dare you to finger me, while I kiss Minho,” you said to which Chan obediently nodded. Minho widened his eyes at your sudden dominance. He wanted to say something, but when he saw you coming up to him to lean in, he couldn’t help but give in to your seductive ways. It wasn’t in Minho’s plan for this to happen, he doesn’t usually submit to anyone, but this felt different. Now it was his turn to be hypnotized.

Your lips met up with Minho’s, his lips were slightly more chapped than Chan’s exfoliated lips but it was tolerable to you, and the kiss was, while still intense, it was less sloppy than Chan’s. Your tongue knocked on his lips for enterance to which he granted as he opened his mouth letting your tongue battle each other.

While this was happening, Chan propped himself next to your whole as he began using his forefinger and middle finger to play with your clit. His cold fingers’ contact made you moan into the kiss, which riled the three of you up. Chan knew you were wet, but he wanted to leverage this moment of you making out with someone else before putting his fingers in. His fingers screamed jealousy with his vigorous rubbing, and as soon as he saw you gripping onto Minho’s crotch, he decided enough was enough and inserted his fingers into you.

“Ah!” You moaned loudly into Minho’s mouth, which made Minho held onto your jaw and brought you back to his mouth while Chan was thrusting his fingers in and out of you, with casual strokes of his thumb in your clit. You whimpered into the kiss and you felt yourself almost reaching your peak.

It was one thing that you had the absolute biggest crush on Chan, and it was another thing that you thought that his hard working hands were very attractive, but you were certainly pleased that your assumption about Chan’s fingering skills were correct, he knew how to stroke it and hit the right spots.

”Chan, stop! stop!” You pulled away from Minho to inform Chan, which he abruptly stopped as you said so, leaving you and Minho panting. “Both of you… take off your clothes,” You commanded through your heavy breathes. Both furiously taking off their clothes, as you laid on the floor, waiting for them to get it over.

The two got off their clothes and non-purposefully looked at each other after doin so. They both as well admired each other’s body, with Minho looking at Chan’s well sculpted abs, all the while Chan’s admiring the nice muscles protruding out Minho’s thighs. But then immediately both looked straight at you as you lifted yourself out , “you two want another dare from me?” You asked with a sinister innocent smile. Both of them vigorously nodded at your question to which you chuckled, “okay, I dare you, Chan, to let me suck you off while I sit on Minho‘s face.”

Both looked like at you with awe, like you were the glorious god-sent angel that anyone has ever seen. Chan excitedly let out a “let’s do this!” You laughed at his enthusiasm, while you looked at Minho, who was still stone frozen with a dumb smile. “C’mon, Minho,” you smiled at him, as you patted the area next to you, inviting him to lay down, which he did.

You placed your legs between his head, and looked down at him, “you ready?”

“I was born ready,” Minho shook his head as he spoke in awe. You giggled, and lowered yourself until his tongue made contact which made you sigh in pleasure as you eventually began moving your hips to make him get into spots you want him too. You lifted your head up to look at Chan with a smile and a broken out, “c’mere, baby,” extending your arms with a blissed out smile.

Chan held his member up to your mouth as you opened your mouth and inserted in. Chan groaned out as he felt your warm mouth around him so well. The three of you were enjoying your time, Chan’s cock in your mouth all the while Minho has you sitting on his face. The two of them are living their dreams, and you knew it just based on how passionate they were seeming to put on you.

With the way Minho tried to be dominant in the beginning, Chan indirectly admitting that he had naughty thoughts about you and did naughty things revolving the thought of you, him letting you give him a love bite without question, Minho dropping his act immediately after just seeing your skin, you easily got these two men under your thumb, and you certainly enjoyed it.

”God, you taste so good,” Minho removed his lips out of yours to mutter to himself, but then he got his lips back as he dragged his tongue from your hole up to your clit, making you moan into Chan’s cock.

”Ah! you’re so good with your mouth,” Chan breathed out as he strokes your hair as you bobed your head up and down. His head was thrown back with a moan as he felt his tip getting into the back of your throat and you stroking the remaining length that you couldn’t fit in.

You felt yourself getting closer and Minho knew just based on the way your hips was moving sporadically and your tug in his hair was becoming harsher. He did as best as he could with his tongue to help you reach there.

And you knew you weren’t the only one who was about to cum, with the way Chan’s moans were getting more louder and broken and his hand shoving your head further, he breathed out a “I’m so close.”

You moan into Chan’s cock, the vibration just accelerated his way to the peak, as you began feeling a warm fluid getting into your throat and heard Chan letting out broken whimpers. He got your head put of his cock, and after doing so, you yelped out a moan that was similar to a pornographic one as you finally orgasmed in Minho’s mouth. Your mouth was open wide, and Chan would see his essence in your throat, his eyes widened until you closed your mouth to swallow.

Chan helped you get up off of Minho’s face, leaving him dumbfounded and chuckling to himself, “holy shit.”

You held onto Chan, laughing at a naked, shocked Minho on the ground.

”Listen,” Chan says, grabbing your attention, “would you be interested in, y’know, going out on an actual date?” His attitude has totally changed from a couple of seconds ago, he went from a pornstar to a shy boy in a matter of seconds. His duality was quite astonishing but you highly admire it.

”Yeah, yeah, I would love that,” you smiled and squinted your eyes at him, which he smiled back. He wrapped his arms around you, and leaned in into your ears to whisper, “if you want, we can do more in my bed or yours,” he asked suggestively, now it was his turn to have the dominant act.

”Hm, why not?” You reply back as you both began walking back up until..

”Excuse me?! You both can’t just go fuck each other and leave me here with a boner!” Minho exclaimed, still lying on the ground.

”You have your hands, how about you use them?” Chan sassed back, which made you laugh, before he went back to your room with your hand in his, locking it.

Minho sighed and looked at his left hand, “well, I guess it is you and me now, my friend.”

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 3 years

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a discussion of jabberwock with team interaction hcs + deeper nash analysis

for anon who asked "Can we get some headcanons for jabberwock members or like headcanons when they're together? (its okay if it was jason or nash only)" and made me realise it's about time i get these guys' personalities down

note before we start: cause i didn't know their names until i wrote this

zack is the bald one, allen is the one with a headband, nick is the other white guy apart from nash.

team hcs

nick gets bullied for being under 6ft, but not by jason

nah good old jason teases all of them for being short fucks, emphasising that they’re all 5ft tall in comparison to him

he 100% lifts things out of the others' reach and then laughs for ages after when they try get them

unfortunately though, they’re all used to this and now just ignore him. either that or nash stares at him so intensely jason actually repents and hands it back

zack’s another one with a very good glare, but he’s used it too often on jason and it’s since stopped working.

also jason gives me ‘straightens his back as much as possible when getting measured so he’ll measure in as 7ft’ vibes

oh and he thinks he could wrestle a gator and win. i’ve got no explanation for that except for the fact you can't tell me it's ooc.

allen’s very protective over his white headband - it’s his lucky item - but he’d never let anyone know that

he’s confident in his abilities like the rest of them, but there’s nothing wrong with wearing a headband just in case

(nash knows anyway)

they watch nba matches together and do not shut up once throughout the entire match - lots of jeering, booing each other if someone criticises a player they like, lots of “i could do that”, lots of “get your fucking hand out of my popcorn do you want me to punch you in the face” etc

they used to all live together, but nash has since moved out. he was sick and tired of trying to make people do chores, as the only one who kept their room clean.

yeah the others’ house looks like a heap of trash but also very much “where’s my toothbrush?” “it’s in the third coke can by the orange peel behind the sink” *silence* “yeah thanks” *a minute later* “who the fuck has been using my toothbrush”

they’re all “bro your dribbling sucks why are you on this team loser” to one another, but also very protective (aka arrogant for one another) if anyone else Dared to criticise one of their teammates

then again, what kind of person would criticise jabberwock

half of the time he spends with jabberwock, nash is a Single Mother TM trying to get a bunch of man children to behave; the other half of the time, he's just as bad as the rest of them

i talk about this a lot but i get the feeling nash is an exceptionally hard worker, but at least he gets to let his hair down around his teammates sometimes

nash is also the only person jason thought was truly ‘strong’ at first sight

and nash is also the only person who can beat jason in a fight, and also the only person who can get nash to train, and also the only person who can.. [etc. you see my point].

(n.b jason calls himself the ‘almighty me’, nash says that ‘even god can’t beat me’. point made.)

you know how jason silver’s motto is “I have never thought”

imagine him proudly stating that, before zack adds with a straight face, “yeah cause nash does it for you.”

in short, the team would fall apart without nash.

although the team’s communication and coordination is very fine tuned, nash is the guy who keeps everything in order off the court to prevent what is essentially a team of aces ('main characters', if you will) from falling apart

they hang out together a lot, but do all have other friend groups that do not overlap

team bbqs

unofficial rule not to criticise anchovies on pizza because the one time nick did, nash snapped

however pineapple on pizza is fair game, even though zack quite likes it

more than once, jason has brought a girl home and nick has stolen her attention away with effortless trick shots, funky ball manoeuvring etc

more than once nick has had to trek to nash’s place (with a black eye) at midnight to have somewhere to sleep

do you see a correlation?

oh and everyone in the team has been walked in on by nash when they were naked with some girl

nash has absolutely no shame

he apologises to the girl with a charming albeit insincere tone, and then remains standing in front of the bed/couch until his teammate does what he expected of them

usually it involves not having come to practice

allen learnt a few (emphasis on ‘few’) words of japanese before they travelled to japan and was disappointed that he never got to use them

that said, one of those words was hentai

and now a quick analysis of some panels

a) so there's at least one player who wasn't underestimating vorpal swords. if i were to overanalyse, i'd add that nick's wearing a hoodie (possibly athletic wear) whilst nash has a 'fancy' shirt on; perhaps nick wasn't expecting them to be going to host clubs instead of chilling/training?

b) i know what you're thinking: "how can you say nash is a hard worker when he didn't want to practice for the match". i reckon he was still pretty high on the complete and utter success of their previous match, that plus being around girls, encouraged him to have a more 'jason-y' personality. (either that or fujimaki didn't want to add too much depth/realism into nash's character bc he's unequivocally the villain, right? and obviously this helps with the plot and the jabberwock bad geniuses gom good geniuses rhetoric.)

earlier, i mentioned how nash is the only one that could keep the team together, and is thus the undeniable head of the team; here's a clear example. you can see both jason and zack have no interest in continuing - if anything, there's disgust in their faces, kinda just saying "we spat on all of japan, now we can go home". whereas nash won't allow for the slightest of possibilities that there might exist a team stronger than them, and hence agrees to the match. the key thing here is that the others do as he says without too much fuss.

another thing to note is nash's reference to harakiri. now what can we make of that, alongside his proficiency in japanese, in relation to his character? the way i see it, he's either a weeb or possibly has some japanese lineage. (you could spin that even further and say his mother was japanese, taught him the language, then abandoned him, and hence his almost excessive hatred/mockery of the japanese people.) (is that why he wanted to do another match in japan..?)

just a quick point. "thanks to him" - jason isn't so superior as to think that he could win this match effortlessly without nash's support. links pretty nicely with my earlier idea about how nash is the only person jason has always considered 100% strong.

yet another point about how nash is the strongest of the team in pretty much every way you can think of. you know how scary/powerful you have to be to shut jason up (after he's getting real pissed from being prevented from scoring?)

i personally think this is a pretty important panel, though i've never seen anyone mention it before. did nash grow up training in a professional basketball training situation, as opposed to growing up playing streetball like i suspect the others did? well, to answer that question, imma bring in another panel.

here we see visible rage on nick, zack and jason's faces - they can't accept their loss, which is fair enough. but i'd argue that nash's face seems to depict sadness more than it does anger like to rest of them, look at how downturned his mouth is - and he's looking away from the 'camera', as if hiding his shame.

when you combine that with what he says here, i have no doubt that this is someone who has experienced some proper lows in basketball - as would be expected from someone who's played 'properly'. he's possibly not even a prodigy like the rest of them - compare jason's motto with his. "i have never thought" versus "do not suppose opportunity will knock twice at your door".

there's various lines of thinking you could design with this - he might have been trained by alex (hence, himuro having heard of jabberwock, though he should have known of a team as popular of jabberwock regardless), he might have grown up with professional basketballer parents etc. but here's my own little theory:

nash received serious basketball training from early on - maybe because his parents were living vicariously through him, or maybe he always loved the sport and wanted to be no1. so there he was training away, but, as he grew older, it started getting all a bit too much.

he didn't want to dedicate his entire life to basketball. after all, his hobby is water sports and his speciality is boxing; that's a lot of different things to be keeping up with, whereas the pipeline for promising athletes demands people focus solely on basketball. as a result, nash become bitter: stopped attending practice regularly, got in trouble for trash talk of increasing severity, etc.

result was he was kicked out of the program.

only when he was no longer playing basketball again, did he realise how much he missed it. and hence he got into streetball, where he was tremendously successful as someone with so much training, 'elite skills', and the overly confident attitude to boot.

then, one fateful day, he met jason and the rest is history.

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lunyzare · 2 years

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On Madara’s portrayal

In this particular post I would like to analyse the depiction of Madara or to be more exact the angle from which he is often drawn, because from what I noticed while rereading the manga, Kishimoto kept coming back to depicting him certain way and I believe he was doing it for reason.

The very first time we see the real Madara Uchiha at the end of chapter 559, he’s standing on a cliff and the army of shinobi and us, the readers, are bellow him. You feel like you have to raise your head to even look at him. He’s above us, like an intimidating figure, like a monster that will hunt our dreams and turn them into nightmares. That is how he is portrayed.

The angle is incredibly important as it gives a message: this character is strong. He is someone you should fear. The posture Madara holds is also important, it is his signature posture (hands over chest) and it adds to his presence. Presence of dominance and power.

And this is not the only time where Madara is drawn from this angle, where he is depicted as if he was standing above us, as if he was standing on a higher ground, far from our reach.

He looks very arrogant when drawn like this, truly villainous. Drawn like this, huge emphasis is placed on his chin, which makes Madara look disagreeable and intimidating.

Now, what is the message behind this? Why did Kishimoto keep coming back to drawing Madara almost from the exact same angle? One of the reasons could of course be, that like this, the reader will subconsciously (or consciously, it’s pretty obvious in some panels) know that this character has to be the villain. An important villain. Perhaps...the final villain...? Of course the final villain ended up being Kaguya, but what I’m trying to say is that this style of depiction gave Madara incredible importance.

It’s also interesting to note that prior to leaving Konoha, Madara was rarely drawn from this angle (exception here would be Onoki’s flashback) and Kishimoto chose this angle after Madara became “evil” (evil in the eyes of Konoha). It’s also important to note, that the choice for the angle could be (and probably is) heavily influenced by POV. Here it’s Hashirama telling the story, it’s his subjective experience and in his subjective experience, Madara became “evil”, hence the choice of angle. And in the panels I presented as examples above, the main POV was a POV of people who were raised to believe Madara is the definition of evil. The perspective of the supposed “good guys” (mainly Konoha) is presented to us through the style of drawing.

The second reason behind this – and this might be just my interpretation – could be that Kishimoto was trying to show, how much Madara is disconnected from the “failed” reality. Madara gave up on the world, he doesn’t believe people can change (he even states in one panel that there is no need for the world to change any further). He’s metaphorically and literally above this ”failed” reality.

Of course, Madara was not the only “bad guy” drawn from this or similar angle, but it surprised me just how many times I’ve seen it with Madara.

#madara #madara uchiha #anti hashirama #anti konoha #naruto analysis #i seriously feel i'm stating things that are completely obvious #but it was really fun to write and explore

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after-witch · 3 years

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Take Flight [Yandere Nikolai Gogol x Reader]

Title: Take Flight [Yandere Nikolai Gogol x Reader]

Synopsis: You’re a fantastic actress when you’re on the stage. But your captor isn’t fooled when there’s no stage magic to hide your real feelings.

For request: request for anything with BSD!Gogol please!

Word Count: 1772

notes: Yandere, kidnapped, noncon implications, implied torture/physical abuse

You look so beautiful when you’re immobile. Especially when you don’t know what you’ve done to deserve it, when your eyes are widened in fear, your mouth whimpering behind the tight cloth gag; your mind no doubt racing, searching for what you’ve done and why this is happening.

You look especially beautiful when he opens his coat and pulls out a few tools. He deliberately lays the hammer on the far end of the table, next to your feet. Now that makes you beautiful, as you cry out as much as possible behind the gag, some drool making its way past the increasingly soaked cloth your chin. Your muffled “no” is music.

He hates to clip your wings like this. But it’s only temporary. And, really, you’ve brought it upon yourself. Not by acting up--oh, no, definitely not that. He smiles to himself as he thinks about what a good birdie you’ve been lately. How obedient. How submissive. How sweet.

It took a lot of effort. A lot of punishment. A lot of pain. But on the surface, you’ve transformed into the sweet swan that he’s dreamed about keeping in a gilded cage. Literally and otherwise. Of course, he’s not that easily fooled--he knows you still hate him, fear him, on the inside. No matter how much you embrace him or let him have his way with you, no matter how much you try to please him with words and kisses, you’re still fighting him in your heart. Beating against your cage with your wings when his back is turned, as it were.

And you know something? It’s just not good enough. His life is already a game of duality. And he wants only a singularity with you, a single reality where you are broken and his for however long he wants to keep you. What would be the point of throwing you away when you’re still fighting him?

And thus, it’s only fitting that you’re currently bound to the table where you’ve received your other punishments. He’s not much of a cleaner, and there’s still the odd blood stain lodged in the wood grains. A handy table with straps on each end that keep your wrists and ankle immobile. He’s even given you a pillow, because why not, why not?

It’s easier when you’re tied up to see the real you underneath, the desperate, terrified person that only wants to stay alive. That only wants to avoid pain. The remnants of blood stains underneath you are a testament to that.

You do put on a good show, otherwise. But not quite up to par, he admits, hence his critical review. If he was a theater critic, he might call your efforts “valiant, but not worthy of the highest acclaim.” Or perhaps “They clearly need a little more time to develop, but it’s a good effort.”

You can kiss him. You can perform for him. You can let him touch you and hurt you, when he wants, without complaint. But you can’t hide all of the little things that give you real state of mind away. The way your jaw trembles ever so slightly when you stand up on your toes (so precious) to give him a kiss. The quarter-second that your eyes drift away before you tell him you love him, you adore him, you never want to leave him. The slight hint of revulsion, always covered with a smile in an instant, when he enters your cage at night.

Did you think you’re fooling him? He hopes you did. He loves the idea of snatching the rug from underneath your feet, nimble as they may be. You’re good at acting on the stage--he could wax poetry about how ethereal, how in-the-moment you look when you’re dancing; when you’re practically flying across the stage, your tulle skirts swishing and the thin soles of your shoes slapping against the hard floor.

But when you’re off the stage? The magic is lessened. There are no stage lights to cover up your occasional tired expression, no swelling music to add emphasis to your movements if they become too strained. No stage tricks to hide your face from the audience for a moment of reprieve. It is no good, after all, for Odile to seduce the prince with her arms, her legs, the fierceness of her fouettes--if her face gives away that she finds him repellent.

Without the trickery of the stage, you give yourself away. Which is one reason why he’s decided to be oh-so-cruel to you today. The other? He’ll never tell you. Maybe you’ll guess it someday, if you happen to glimpse the expression he holds as you pirouette across the stage, no limits, no boundaries, only the music and the motion and the buzz of the audience to lift you up high.

But, he muses, picking up the hammer--the noises you’re making, oh, how fun!--it’s time to get back to the task at hand.

“Or at foot,” he says, giggling. But you don’t get the joke. He approaches the head of the table and your muffled pleas grow louder. They’re so soft, so confused. What did you do? What did you do? Please, please, please. He’s heard it all before, but it’s still enjoyable to take in. Like a comforting book.

He trails a gloved finger along your cheek, spreading your tears around like a child tracing lines on a foggy car window.

“I know you want to fly away from me.” He keeps his tone light and teasing. You immediately shake your head in denial, and Christ in heaven is that fantastic, the way you want him to believe you no longer desire escape, no longer desire true freedom.

He tuts at you, wagging the tip of his gloved finger in front of your face before leaning in closer. “If I let you fly away, would you still be my pet? If you fly away on your own, would you be free?” It’s rhetorical, and your expression betrays your lack of understanding behind his words.

He does want to hear your voice behind the gag, so he swiftly undoes the tight knot and tosses the soaked fabric aside.

“Please, I love you,” you say immediately, voice weak and pleading. “Nik--Nikolai, I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?” You hesitate for a moment, but then you continue. “I’m so sorry, whatever it is. I must have… disappointed you.” You lower your eyes and the downcast expression, the defeat in your gaze, makes him wish he had a camera on hand.

You’re so submissive. It really is beautiful. But you’re submissive because you want to avoid being hurt. You’re submissive because he’s got a hammer resting next to your precious feet and you don’t want him to lift up that hammer and bash your bones until they break.

Where’s the fun in that?

He hums to himself as he begins a deliberately slow walk back to the end of the table. He trails his fingers down your body and enjoys the sight of little goosebumps rising on your flesh, enjoys the way you squirm, just a bit, when he pokes at your sensitive side.

When he picks up the hammer, you begin to babble. The words aren’t important--he’s listening to the tone, the way your voice is thick with sadness and fear. Please, no, don’t, I’ll do anything; all words that run from your mouth like water through a stream. He ignores them and instead holds one of your feet still with his hand. There’s a power in your feet, thanks to the years of dancing and even more years of training. He thinks about taking that power away. About what that would mean. About what it would do to you.

When he rubs the end of the hammer against the top of your foot, you groan, a guttural sound of pure horror. The sound of someone whose entire reason for living, whose heartbeat, rests on the ability to dance.

Your breath is sharp and scratchy when he suddenly lifts the hammer up and brings it crashing down on your ankle--where it immediately compresses and squeaks, high and childish.

It’s rubber. It’s a rubber toy. Nothing more.

Your breath comes out in short, harsh puffs. He takes in your expression, which is at once horrified and confused and relieved and even a bit angry.

“What--”

His sharp, pleased laughter interrupts you. And when he laughs, you laugh, just a little. He’s surprised that he can’t tell if it’s a genuine laugh of pure relief, an attempt to mimic him to stay in his good graces, or a sign that you’re losing your mind. Maybe it’s a mixture of all three.

He wastes no time in undoing your straps, and he pulls you into a sitting position. Your entire body is trembling, an adrenaline crash turning your legs to rubber as he helps you to your feet and loops your arm around his shoulders for added support.

You don’t even have time to process the fact that he didn’t hurt you before he starts leading you out of the room and back to your pretty little cage and your pretty little bed. He drops you on the bed with a flourish, and you bounce slightly on the mattress--face still in shock, still processing.

“That was fun, right?” he says, voice once again teasing. “Now let’s play a little more.” He begins undoing his belt buckle, and what would have been the normal flash of revulsion on your face is replaced by something new: relief. Relief that you can dance? Relief that you didn’t earn any new scars, any new injuries, any new pain? He’s not sure that the exact reason matters. It’s something new, and it’s a step closer.

He grins and begins making quick work of his clothes. You’re already on your knees in front of him.

Relief, after all, comes in many forms.

#yandere #yandere nikolai gogol #yandere bungou stray dogs #nikolai gogol x reader #yandere x reader #afterwitch writes

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