#please renew this show so I can rest my hand

[nymphacae]

a series I did for the IT Twitter trend that I JUST finished….it’s a day late but yknow what they say about Being Late

#my art #infinity train #amelia hughes #hazel infinity train #tulip olsen #lake infinity train #jesse cosay #grace monroe #simon laurent #ryan akagi #min gi park #please renew this show so I can rest my hand

[professorhayforbreath]

my blog probably gives the impression that i think the show is bad as a whole, but the reason this show frustrates me so much is because it's definitely NOT 100% bad

like... the movies are bad adaptations. everyone knows it. they have some great moments (an embarrassing amount of which are better than the show lol) but overall they are widely considered blatantly bad adaptations. it's easier to make peace with that

the show, however, is far less consistent and i find it much more difficult to wrap my head around. there are parts that are bad and i'm happy to say that with my chest, but underneath numerous questionable-at-best writing choices, there are glimpses of really, really good stuff. the first few episodes had so much promise—percy burning blue jellybeans and praying to sally, the consensus song. these are brand new additions but they're good, they capture the spirit of the story and characters successfully

and sprinkled throughout the rest of the show are other strong choices! for example in the last episode i really liked that they set the betrayal scene during the fireworks, it created a fantastic ambience. i liked that grover left camp at the same time as percy and annabeth so the three of them got to part ways as a trio on half-blood hill

there are good changes being made, but they're almost all small in the grand scheme of things. in my opinion, the bigger, more consequential things are where they missed the most marks, and that prevented me from fully enjoying the show as a long time book fan

when it comes to writing nothing frustrates me more than wasted potential. mediocre writing is one thing, but mediocre writing that could have clearly been so much better is INFURIATING. i don't dislike the show because i wanted it to be a 1:1 recreation of the book, i dislike it because it's just okay when it could have been great. it so EASILY could have been great and i don't get why it's not. a lot of the writing choices are just baffling in their mediocrity, and sometimes technical weakness, when compared to the well written and effective source material. i wish i could have been a fly on the wall in that writers room when they were making some of these decisions, seriously

the cast is phenomenal. their budget is more than sufficient. they marketed it as a "redemption from the movies", as the adaptation that would finally give fans book accuracy. and the show we got is... fine. it's all right. it's not all that book accurate even though it was advertised as such. there's plenty to like but it comes hand in hand with plenty to dislike. it's only natural for people to be disappointed

i know my critiques can come off as venomous but please never mistake my harshness as hating for the sake of it. i adore the original pjo books so i really wanted to adore the show as well, but unfortunately i can't get there yet. "yet" being the key word because there's still plenty of time for this show to pick up the slack, and for that reason i'm glad it got renewed. i don't have the most faith the writers will listen to the feedback but i'm rooting for them to prove me wrong

#going forward i'm going to try to be more diplomatic about this #i'm a cynic and a hater at heart <3 but even i'm annoyed by how much of a bitch i've been lately lol #pjo show crit #pjo tv crit #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo show #pjo tv show #pjo adaptation

[middleearth-polls]

Please see each moment quoted below the poll under the cut.

1. Sam finds Frodo in Cirith Ungol:

‘I can hardly believe it,’ said Frodo, clutching him. ‘There was an orc with a whip, and then it turns into Sam! Then I wasn’t dreaming after all when I heard that singing down below, and I tried to answer? Was it you?’ ‘It was indeed, Mr. Frodo. I’d given up hope, almost. I couldn’t find you.’ ‘Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,’ said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam’s gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand.

2. Aragorn finds Boromir near Parth Galen

A mile, maybe, from Parth Galen in a little glade not far from the lake he found Boromir. He was sitting with his back to a great tree, as if he was resting. But Aragorn saw that he was pierced with many black-feathered arrows; his sword was still in his hand, but it was broken near the hilt; his horn cloven in two was at his side. Many Orcs lay slain, piled all about him and at his feet. Aragorn knelt beside him. Boromir opened his eyes and strove to speak. At last slow words came. ‘I tried to take the Ring from Frodo,’ he said. ‘I am sorry. I have paid.’ His glance strayed to his fallen enemies; twenty at least lay there. ‘They have gone: the Halflings: the Orcs have taken them. I think they are not dead. Orcs bound them.’ He paused and his eyes closed wearily. After a moment he spoke again. ‘Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed.’ ‘No!’ said Aragorn, taking his hand and kissing his brow. ‘You have conquered. Few have gained such a victory. Be at peace! Minas Tirith shall not fall!’ Boromir smiled. ‘Which way did they go? Was Frodo there?’ said Aragorn. But Boromir did not speak again.

3. Pippin finds Merry in Minas Tirith:

Pippin’s face was anxious. ‘Well, you had better come with me as quick as you can,’ he said. ‘I wish I could carry you. You aren’t fit to walk any further. They shouldn’t have let you walk at all; but you must forgive them. So many dreadful things have happened in the City, Merry, that one poor hobbit coming in from the battle is easily overlooked.’ ‘It’s not always a misfortune being overlooked,’ said Merry. ‘I was overlooked just now by – no, no, I can’t speak of it. Help me, Pippin! It’s all going dark again, and my arm is so cold.’ ‘Lean on me, Merry lad!’ said Pippin. ‘Come now! Foot by foot. It’s not far.’ ‘Are you going to bury me?’ said Merry. ‘No, indeed!’ said Pippin, trying to sound cheerful, though his heart was wrung with fear and pity. ‘No, we are going to the Houses of Healing.’

4. Bilbo reunites with Thorin after the Battle of Five Armies

‘Farewell, good thief,’ [Thorin] said. ‘I go now to the halls of waiting to sit beside my fathers, until the world is renewed. Since I leave now all gold and silver, and go where it is of little worth, I wish to part in friendship from you, and I would take back my words and deeds at the Gate.’ Bilbo knelt on one knee filled with sorrow. "‘Farewell, King under the Mountain!’ he said. ‘This is a bitter adventure, if it must end so; and not a mountain of gold can amend it. Yet I am glad that I have shared in your perils - that has been more than any Baggins deserves.’ ‘No!’ said Thorin. ‘There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell!’ Then Bilbo turned away, and he went by himself, and sat alone wrapped in a blanket, and, whether you believe it or not, he wept until his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He was a kindly little soul.

5. Beleg and Túrin reunite in the woodlands

As night drew down they were all gathered about him, and Ulrad brought a brand from the little fire that was lit in the cave-mouth. But at that moment Túrin returned. Coming silently, as was his custom, he stood in the shadows beyond the ring of men, and he saw the haggard face of Beleg in the light of the brand. Then he was stricken as with a shaft, and as if at the sudden melting of a frost tears long unshed filled his eyes. He sprang out and ran to the tree. ‘Beleg! Beleg!’ he cried. ‘How have you come hither? And why do you stand so?’ At once he cut the bonds from his friend, and Beleg fell forward into his arms.

6. Gollum finds Frodo and Sam asleep

Gollum looked at them. A strange expression passed over his lean hungry face. The gleam faded from his eyes, and they went dim and grey, old and tired. A spasm of pain seemed to twist him, and he turned away, peering back up towards the pass, shaking his head, as if engaged in some interior debate. Then he came back, and slowly putting out a trembling hand, very cautiously he touched Frodo’s knee – but almost the touch was a caress. For a fleeting moment, could one of the sleepers have seen him, they would have thought that they beheld an old weary hobbit, shrunken by the years that had carried him far beyond his time, beyond friends and kin, and the fields and streams of youth, an old starved pitiable thing.

7. Húrin and Morwen reunite at their son's grave

But suddenly her eyes looked into his, and then Húrin knew her; for though they were wild now and full of fear, a light still gleamed in them hard to endure: the elven-light that long ago had earned her her name, Eledhwen, proudest of mortal women in the days of old. ‘Eledhwen! Eledhwen!’ Húrin cried; and she rose and stumbled forward, and he caught her in his arms. ‘You come at last,’ she said. ‘I have waited too long.’ ‘It was a dark road. I have come as I could,’ he answered. ‘But you are late,’ she said, ‘too late. They are lost.’ ‘I know,’ he said. ‘But you are not.’ ‘Almost,’ she said. ‘I am spent utterly. I shall go with the sun. They are lost.’ She clutched at his cloak. ‘Little time is left,’ she said. ‘If you know, tell me! How did she find him?’ But Húrin did not answer, and he sat beside the stone with Morwen in his arms; and they did not speak again. The sun went down, and Morwen sighed and clasped his hand and was still; and Húrin knew that she had died.

8. Isildur's son encourages Isildur to leave

Elendur, not yet harmed, sought Isildur. He was rallying the men on the east side where the assault was heaviest, for the Orcs still feared the Elendilmir that he bore on his brow and avoided him. Elendur touched him on the shoulder and he turned fiercely, thinking an Orc had crept behind. ‘My King,’ said Elendur, ‘Ciryon is dead and Aratan is dying. Your last counsellor must advise, nay command you, as you commanded Ohtar. Go! Take your burden, and at all costs bring it to the Keepers: even at the cost of abandoning your men and me!’ ‘King's son,’ said Isildur, ‘I knew that I must do so; but I feared the pain. Nor could I go without your leave. Forgive me, and my pride that has brought you to this doom.’ Elendur kissed him. ‘Go! Go now!’ he said.

9. Lúthien finds Beren in Tol-in-Gaurhoth

Then side by side from stone to stone o'er Sirion they climbed. Alone unmoving they him found, who mourned by Felagund, and never turned to see what feet drew halting nigh. 'A! Beren, Beren!'came her cry, 'almost too late have I thee found? Alas! that here upon the ground the noblest of the noble race in vain thy anguish doth embrace! Alas! in tears that we should meet who once found meeting passing sweet!' Her voice such love and longing filled he raised his eyes, his mourning stilled, and felt his heart new-turned to flame for her that through peril to him came.

10. Eärendil is greeted by Eönwë and asks the Valar for help

Therefore he turned back at last towards the sea; but even as he took the shoreward road one stood upon the hill and called to him in a great voice, crying: ‘Hail Eärendil, of mariners most renowned, the looked for that cometh at unawares, the longed for that cometh beyond hope! Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon! Splendour of the Children of Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!’ That voice was the voice of Eönwë, herald of Manwë, and he came from Valimar, and summoned Eärendil to come before the Powers of Arda. And Eärendil went into Valinor and to the halls of Valimar, and never again set foot upon the lands of Men. Then the Valar took counsel together, and they summoned Ulmo from the deeps of the sea; and Eärendil stood before their faces, and delivered the errand of the Two Kindreds. Pardon he asked for the Noldor and pity for their great sorrows, and mercy upon Men and Elves and succour in their need. And his prayer was granted.

11. Galadriel shows Gimli understanding and kindness

‘[...] If our folk had been exiled long and far from Lothlórien, who of the Galadhrim, even Celeborn the Wise, would pass nigh and would not wish to look upon their ancient home, though it had become an abode of dragons? ‘Dark is the water of Kheled-zâram, and cold are the springs of Kibil-nâla, and fair were the many-pillared halls of Khazad-dûm in Elder Days before the fall of mighty kings beneath the stone.’ [Galadriel] looked upon Gimli, who sat glowering and sad, and she smiled. And the Dwarf, hearing the names given in his own ancient tongue, looked up and met her eyes; and it seemed to him that he looked suddenly into the heart of an enemy and saw there love and understanding. Wonder came into his face, and then he smiled in answer. He rose clumsily and bowed in dwarf-fashion, saying: ‘Yet more fair is the living land of Lórien, and the Lady Galadriel is above all the jewels that lie beneath the earth!’

12. Merry, Pippin and Sam tell Frodo that they will stick to him

‘It all depends on what you want,’ put in Merry. ‘You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin – to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours – closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid – but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.’ ‘And after all, sir,’ added Sam, ‘you did ought to take the Elves’ advice. Gildor said you should take them as was willing, and you can’t deny it.’ ‘I don’t deny it,’ said Frodo, looking at Sam, who was now grinning. ‘I don’t deny it, but I’ll never believe you are sleeping again, whether you snore or not. I shall kick you hard to make sure. ‘You are a set of deceitful scoundrels!’ he said, turning to the others. ‘But bless you!’ he laughed, getting up and waving his arms, ‘I give in. I will take Gildor’s advice. If the danger were not so dark, I should dance for joy. Even so, I cannot help feeling happy; happier than I have felt for a long time. I had dreaded this evening.’

Quote sources

J. R. R. Tolkien – The Lord of the Rings

J. R. R. Tolkien – The Hobbit

J. R. R. Tolkien, edit. Christopher Tolkien – The Silmarillion

J. R. R. Tolkien, edit. Christopher Tolkien – The Children of Húrin

J. R. R. Tolkien, edit. Christopher Tolkien – Unfinished Tales of Numenor and Middle-earth

J. R. R . Tolkien, edit. Christopher Tolkien – The Lays of Beleriand

#LOTR #The Lord of the Rings #The Silmarillion #Middle-earth #Tolkien #tumblr polls #middleearth polls #I know this is an evil one #it took me a looong time to find comparable ones #(more or less) #category: pick something #category: quotes

[stars-and-inkpots]

Reverence (PT. 2) | Gale x Reader | (18+)

You take the opportunity to show Gale just how beautiful he is, and you have the perfect way to make sure he understands it.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Notes: Part 2 is finally here! Tags are gonna be under the read more as they're nsfw. I was very nervous about posting this, but I've decided to push myself out of my comfort zone finally

Part 1

Ao3 Link: Reverence

Word Count: 1,103

Tags: Praise kink, bottom/sub Gale, edging, oral sex, hand jobs, come swallowing

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This time, when you move back up to kiss Gale, you let him lean into the kiss. As you push your tongue into his mouth, you return your hands to his hips.

“You going to be good and let me take care of you?” You whisper when you part, before pressing a kiss just below his jaw. He nods. “You have to use your words, my love. Can you do that for me?” 

“Yes,” he answers breathlessly. “Yes, I’ll be good. I promise, just please-” His words dissolve into a moan as you roll your hips against him. 

“Good boy.” 

His eyes are closed and he’s holding the sheets beside him so tightly it’s a marvel he hasn’t torn through them. You have the sudden desire to make sure he’s an incoherent mess by the time you’re finished with him. 

Your fingers tug at the waistband of his underwear while you kiss across his stomach. You hear his breath catch in his throat when you begin to pull them down. He lifts his hips to let you pull them off completely. He’s achingly hard already, but you make a point of not touching him yet, not where he wants you to. Instead, you kiss the newly revealed skin, leaving more marks across his upper thighs. Within a minute, he’s practically whimpering. 

“Patience,” you chide when his hips move in a desperate attempt for some sort of contact. You watch as his hands flex, clearly wanting to touch you but waiting for permission to move. He’s always so quick to submit to you so completely. You smile and lean up to kiss him again. 

“Please,” Gale whines when you part. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?” 

“So good,” you answer, a hand reaching up to brush through his hair, deceptively gentle. The sound that falls from his lips when your grip on his hair tightens and you pull slightly is intoxicating. It’s only rivalled by the moan that tumbles out of him soon after when you finally take his cock in your other hand. “You’re so beautiful. So pretty and obedient, just for me.” There’s a possessiveness in your tone that sends a renewed warmth through Gale’s cheeks. 

“Only for you,” he breathes. “Always for you.” 

You hum your approval. 

Each twist of your wrist pulls a shaky moan from him. You know him enough by now to know when he’s close. And just before he can fall over that edge, you stop. 

He whines, but he doesn’t object; he needs to be good for you, and good boys don’t complain. 

“Good job,” you praise, watching him shiver. You resume your movements, slower this time. You keep whispering compliments in between kisses up the side of his neck. One of his hands grabs the fabric of the back of your shirt as his back arches. Despite his best efforts, it’s nearly impossible for him to keep his hips still. His moans get breathier, but you stop again just before he can find release. The sound he makes is dizzying.

“Gods, you’re so gorgeous,” you say, leaning back to really look at him. His face is flushed, his chest heaving. There are tears gathering in the corner of his eyes, but he’s staring up at you like you’re everything. “Just one more, I promise. Can you do that for me?” You ask, hand leaving his hair to rest against his cheek. 

Gale nods. “I can do it. I’ll be good.” 

Your hand starts moving again, just as slowly, but it doesn’t take long before he’s back at that precipice again. This time when you stop, he cries out, a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan. 

“My love, you’ve done so well for me. You’ve done such a good job. You’re so pretty when you’re like this. Don’t you think so?” This time, he doesn’t hesitate to agree with you. “Do you want to keep going?” You ask, reaching for his hand to lace your fingers together for a moment. 

“Yes. Yes, more than anything. I need you. However you will give it to me, I will take it.” He’s surprisingly lucid when he says this. 

You smile before you lean forward to kiss him, softly at first, but then it deepens and reignites the fire between you two. 

Finally rewarding his patience, you finally move yourself down to lay between his legs and take his cock into your mouth. It takes a lot of effort for him to keep himself from bucking his hips up. You knead his thighs while you take him deeper. It’s no easy feat, but Gale isn’t the only one with a practised tongue. You guide one of his hands to your head. He cards his fingers through your hair once, holds it lightly in his hand, but he doesn’t push. You pull off of him for a moment to speak. 

“Go ahead, use me, my love. You’ve been so good, you deserve it.” You hear him moan breathily above you, and you feel the muscles in his thighs flex beneath your hands while his grip on your hair tightens. With your permission now, he slowly takes control of your movements, pushing and pulling you along his cock. 

It doesn’t take long before he’s thrusting up into your mouth, chasing the release you’re finally allowing him. You look up at him through half-lidded eyes, tears falling freely down flushed cheeks. The sight of you taking him like this is enough to push him over the edge. You feel his muscles tense, and with a final, stuttering thrust he’s spilling into your mouth, chanting your name like a prayer. You dutifully swallow all he has to offer. 

When you finally pull off of him, he’s reaching to drag you back up to kiss him, a long and slow, heady kiss. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. You feel a sort of pride at the fact that his voice is a little hoarse. 

“You deserve it, my beautiful, handsome wizard.” You kiss him again, softer this time. 

“I can return the favour, just give me a moment.” 

“Not yet,” you say with a smile. “Tonight isn’t about me. How about a bath first instead?” Gale only looks at you, completely enamoured for a moment before answering. 

“I love you. So much. You’re so good to me.” The moment is surprisingly soft considering the events only minutes ago, but it is not an unwelcome change. 

“I love you too,” you return, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Now, is that a yes to the bath?” 

“Yes, I would like that very much.”

#gale dekarios #baldurs gate x reader #x reader fic #gale x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldurs gate 3

[reggieblk]

I want to hear about the cokewhore Tom AU! <3

aaaah thank you for asking !! <3

Cokewhore Tom is ... very dear to me. It's a collective work with @cindle-writes and @pinktom, as well as another friend who prefers to remain anonymous iirc (feel free to put anything you want about the fic in the reblogs btw). It has 5 parts, and should sit somewhere from 30-40k, and I need to finish it 😭 I actually don't know if I'm allowed to talk about this fic, I didn't run it by Cindle or Amelinda before including it in the tag game jdsbbd BUT you can have a snippet from part 1 which I wrote :

“Harry! It’s me!” The sound of someone talking on the other side of the door sent a renewed wave of dread throughout his body, but when, a second later, he recognised the voice, he deflated, irritation flaring through him. He marched over to the door and yanked it open, revealing a shivering, pale, thinly clad, Tom Riddle.  “Tom,” Harry said, his annoyance clear in his voice, “what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want my neighbours to call the police?” “I don’t give a shit about that,” Tom snapped, teeth grinding as he scratched at his arm. “Go away,” Harry whispered, looking around at his neighbours’ doors compulsively. “Get the fuck away from my apartment.” “Please,” Tom said, reaching out to hold onto Harry’s sleeve, “please just—” “No,” Harry snapped. They’d gone over this all week—though this was the first time Tom had had the audacity to show up to his flat instead of harassing him over the phone.  “Please, I need it,” he begged, a pathetic quality to his voice. His eyes had dark smudges under them, purple verging on black, and his cheeks were hollowed out.  “Get in,” Harry hissed, unwilling to let this spectacle play out in the open hallway of his apartment complex. He grabbed Tom’s arm and dragged him into the flat, slamming the door behind them and locking it for good measure.  “I’ll get the money,” Tom said, and he was already pacing, hands in his hair in his distress. He kept clicking his teeth together, as if his jaw ached, and his shoulders were bunched up.  Harry sighed as he watched him, the anger dying down just a bit. “Tom, I thought you were going to try and get clean.” “I—I can’t,” he said hysterically. He tripped on a bottle on the floor, and almost fell but he caught himself on the sofa and sat down, legs jittering. Harry was glad he’d snatched the bag of coke up, or he was sure Tom would’ve snorted it all by then. He looked up, eyes wide and pleading. “Just one more time—” Harry hung his head— “I promise, one more time, just another two grams, please, then I’ll get clean. I’ll get you the money for the rest please, I just—” “Stop it, stop it,” Harry snapped, waving a hand in the air as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look at yourself, Tom. Look at you, you’re a fucking mess.” Tom was quiet for a moment, and when Harry looked down at him he had tears welling in his wide brown eyes. “Please,” he whispered.  “Tom, I’d like to help you out,” Harry said honestly, “but you’ve already lost me too much money. I’m sorry, really. But it’s no.” “I’ll pay you—” “We’ve already established that you can’t,” Harry said with a disbelieving laugh. “I’ll suck your cock,” Tom blurted out, and Harry’s blood ran cold before burning hot as he stared at him in disbelief. Tom’s cheeks were coated in red, humiliation so evident on his face and yet Harry could see that he meant it.

#ask game #ask #fic : cokewhore

[exuviiaes]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 & 𝐈

i've hoarded your name in my mouth for months ; LOOK HOW LONG THIS LOVE CAN HOLD ITS BREATH.

synopsis : BECAUSE THE WORLD IS FULL OF MADNESS & WRETCHED EVILS, A SURVIVOR FALLS PREY TO THE DEPTHS OF GRIEF AND GUILT INTERTWINED. but in the midst of chaos, beneath the catastrophe, leon knows where his heart lies all along, knows that there is always a home to return to. it'll always be you, he tells you. it always has been. character : leon kennedy quote cr : sierra demulder warnings : MINORS DNI. female reader. word count : 1.6k

THE PROMISE OF A TOMORROW DOES NOT EXIST IN A WORLD WHERE THERE IS AN EVIL WALKING , the dead among the living , tragedy upon tragedy in the renewal of man and MONSTER. the promise of a future does not exist in a world where the end lingers in the shadows, hungry for doom and damnation.

leon kennedy knows of horror and loss as it flourishes in his existence, feels the end of days surge in his bloodstream, but even then, he would endure heaven and hell if it meant coming home to you.

there is no belonging without you, after all, and it is in reunion that you are both reminded of this.

YOU LOVE LIKE IT IS A DESPERATION, a need, a wanting, & you are almost afraid you will choke on this heavy desire, but you succumb to the feeling, drown in the waves. lower and lower and lower you go, mind sinking until everything has consumed you and all you know is the feeling of him inside you.

"leon--" your voice is so fragile in this moment, the longing so prominent in the way it breaks, "i need you so bad--"

it's not enough-- god, this isn't enough. the distance you have shared all these months has weighed too much on the heart, the pressure so hideously insufferable, and even with him beneath you now, your palms resting on his chest as your hips move on instinct, it's still--

god, you can't even think straight, gasps harsh and haphazard, frustration pooling between your legs no matter how much you touch him. you need him more than he needs you, but if you ever dared tell him that, you're almost sure he would spend the day desperately fucking you in means to prove you wrong. your back arches at the pleasure that rushes up your spine, but you can't chase it, thighs trembling as you sink down onto him, feel his cock hit all the right angles.

"please, i--" and you sound so pitiful ; the whimper that escapes drips with such need that you almost sound love drunk, and maybe he'll tease you, make you do all the work, but you swallow your pride anyway because damned if you do, damned if you don't.

"easy there," he tells you, hands on your waist, voice far more gentler than the way his hips thrust up into you, "you've already got me, baby. hope you didn't forget that while i was gone."

and the way he looks at you-- there is something so excruciatingly tender in his gaze, the corner of his lips slightly raised in a knowing smile. there is something about this all that makes the tears surface before you can even realize you're crying ; maybe it's the way his hands are on you or the recognition that he's home safe and sound, or maybe it's the way you are still left wondering when he has to leave again. you swallow that lump in your throat, imagine that you can rid of that sorrow and selfishness and bite your lip so hard that the taste of rust threatens to come. but leon notices all too quickly, a faint flicker of concern on his visage as he pulls you forward until he's kissing you. it's that muddled mess of love and heartache and familiarity that binds you together, and you both wonder how you have survived this loneliness.

"you've got me." he mumbles against your lips, smiling when your body rocks against his once more at the mere words of comfort. "i'm not going anywhere, so be a good girl and show me how much you missed me."

you shudder at the way his hands fall back to your waist, lips peppering kisses along your jaw, voice low and heavy with want. you inhale, shaky, nod aimlessly as you straighten your posture, nails gently trailing down his chest as you sit up. your hand rests over his heart for a brief moment and you almost think you feel that wild beat beneath it all, remind yourself of the humanity that lies under the greatness and kindness and devastation of it all. he trembles at the feeling, laughing softly at that little spark of surprise that lights up in your eyes at his reaction. his thumbs trace lazy circles into your hips as he lightly guides your movements, allows you to take control as you find your rhythm. it's slow and agonizing and tantalizing, this dance between lovers, but leon has always been patient, watching your expressions with adoration as you find the motions, head lulled back and eyes shut as you surrender modesty and humility in sacrifice for euphoria.

patience soon turns to pleasure, dwindling self-control quickly spiraling beyond recover. leon's grip tightens as he tests the waters, resolve thinning and weakening at the sight of his forever taking all of him so well. when he slams your hips down on his, he cannot tell what he loves more: the feeling of you tightening around him or the flustered cry that he drags out of you with each thrust.

"you--" you gasp when he goes faster, feel your face heat up with shame and exhilaration at the noises that fill the bedroom. "i thought you wanted me to prove how much i--" the words die down into yet another whimper at the sound of his groans beneath you. his movements become more aggressive, needy, and he shows no sign that he's willing to be merciful. "--fuck, leon-- you wanted me to prove how much i missed you, not the other way around."

heartbeat to heartbeat, skin against skin, leon knows damn well what his request was, but you are entirely too captivating that he can't help give into his senses, urged with the need to see you come undone.

"sorry," he says, breathless, grinning when you grab his hand as if it could anchor the sanity that gets lost in the flux and flow, "i'll make up for it, angel."

with one hand holding yours, the other releases its grasp on your hip, slides up your waist, frantic touch dancing across your bare skin as it grazes your stomach, then presses firmly as you jolt in response. the sound you make causes your body to burn in embarrassment, but the way leon looks up at you almost resembles something of worship, gentle reverence in blue hues. there's something so incredibly warm in his eyes that draws you in, lures you like sirens in the seas, but before you can even think to lean down and kiss him, he wets his thumb with his saliva and brings it to your clit, the dreadfully slow drawl of the circular motions making you lose your senses entirely.

you're biting your lip again, unable to silence yourself at the newfound high that sends tingles through your body, makes your skin feel like it's on fire.

"you're doing it again." leon tells you, and somewhere in the softness and concern in his voice is an underlying command to relax and give in.

you want to blame him, tell him that your first thought was to cover your mouth, silence all those filthy noises you didn't know you could make. it's his fault, you decide, because he knew exactly what you would do and held your hand tighter because he wanted to hear you. it takes you a little too long to regain your composure, but the moment you think to speak, he's picking up the paces again, and god you feel him so much, feel the way he fills you up as he thrusts in and out at a sickening sweet pace.

now you're the one squeezing his hand like your life depends on it and it takes everything for you to not move away, because it's all an overload on your senses-- the fullness of it all and the way his thumb applies just the slightest bit more pressure on your clit, movements quickening.

you're so close, so close so close -- and he knows this, intends to be the reason for your undoing and ruin, so he tells you it's okay, that you can let go and that you're doing so well for him, taking him so good just like he knew you would. he tells you that he misses you, misses the feeling of you, and maybe those declarations are what puts you over the edge when you finally come, throat ravaged and sore from all the moans and pleas that spill from your lips. it's the way you clench around him, body twitching as you ride that high out, feel him follow you soon after in desperation.

his movements slow, eventually come to a stop. the silence is the bedroom is deafening -- a significant contrast to what it was minutes before, save for the labored breaths that fill the air.

something snarky lingers on the tip of your tongue, but when you open your eyes and look down at him, he's looking at you like that again -- like he's learning what love is again, like he's realizing all over again that you're his happiness, his end game, his ever after, and your mind goes blank, the haze of euphoria all too powerful. so instead, you let out a shaky exhale, smile blithely as you lean down and kiss him.

it's careful, cautious-- quiet, reverent, wanting. it's love, you think, and he tastes like safety and divinity and all you've ever wanted. you lie on top of him for god knows how long, fatigue settling in as his hand wanders up and down your back, slowly lulls you to the edge of slumber.

"i missed you, leon."

he presses a kiss against your temple, tells you he reciprocates the feeling tenfold, pulls the blanket over your bodies to shield you from the cold air.

"--love you, too." you mumble, "might fall asleep on top of you, sorry."

"right where you belong." leon laughs when you absentmindedly smack his chest, words of protest dying down when he holds you closer, warmth shared and known. "love you, too."

#resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #resident evil smut #leon kennedy smut #im going insane im eating my hand ive never written smut this long or this detailed !!1 #which it's not even tht much but for me it is LMAO #the fruits of my labor . this took so long #&& atlas! writing

[staytinyville]

Jongho

PLEASE REFER TO MASTERLIST TO GET FULL TAROT READING EXPERIENCE

↣ Summary: There was a time when you really wanted to become an Idol. You practiced so hard to reach that dream but when your family told you that it would be better if you studied law you found yourself at a standstill wondering if it was worth reaching your dream. While going to an audition at KQ with your friend you meet someone who told you you should always follow what you want. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Choi Jongho x gn!reader

↣ Genre: fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!au, predebut!au, 

↣ Word Count: 664

↣ Warnings: none

↣ A/N: I would’ve loved to do a smut for Jongho because we need more but the card said no. My thoughts were like. Nah, we ain't gonna do that. But for other writers send your Jongho imagines my way man. 

DEATH

Endings, Changing, Transformation, Transition

While this card is the most understood of them all, it can signify the end of something but rest assured it's talking about a stage in your life you are ready to give up and move forward from. You should embrace the future that the universe has in store for you.

The card is mostly about things ending and becoming new. Much like a butterfly, you are transforming yourself into something better. Death is something that happens everywhere-not just when signifying the end of a life.

Finally, death comes when you need to let go of unhealthy attachments that might be holding you back. Whether toxic or unneeded. You can't avoid the ending for certain things, especially not when they are not needed in your life.

XIII DEATH

“You sure you don't want to audition?” Your friend asked you as you both stood out in the lobby of KQ. 

You looked down at their attire, the number sheet hanging from their chest making something in you clench in sadness. 

“I'm sure. I'll wait out here for you.” You told them, giving them a reassuring smile. 

“Okay.” They told you skeptically. 

“Hwaiting!” You raised your hands in fists, trying to show that you were there to support your friend the best you could. 

“Hwaiting!” They repeated back, moving along the line to where they were holding some dancing auditions. 

You looked around the lobby for a moment, before finding an empty chair and taking a seat to rest. You knew it was going to be a long while before your friend would come back out. There were a few people waiting out with you seeing as they were going in groups. A few boys were talking with each other and some others were practicing their dance moves. You felt someone come to sit down next to you, causing you to turn your head to face them. 

“Are you auditioning too?” He asked you, trying to make small talk. 

“Oh no.” You gave a kind smile. “I'm just here for moral support. Are you?”

“Yeah.” He grinned. “I'm very excited about it.”

“Sounds great!” You exclaimed, getting happy for him. “It must be something you love doing.”

“Of course it is.” He turned to you, his arms crossed. 

“What about you? What do you like?”

You smiled bashfully at having his attention. He looked so adorable but that was probably due to his age. He sounded like he was much more mature than he let on as well. 

“I enjoy music a lot as well.” You told him honestly. “But I have other things I'm going to study.” You sighed, looking down at your shoes. 

“Do you like doing them? Do you enjoy studying what you are? If you don't, why study it?” He shrugged, turning back around.

“It's a bit more complicated than that.” You sighed. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to study law–there was a lot of things that really did call to your attention. But nothing made you happy like music had. You didn’t know if you were cut out to be an idol but you would be more than happy to settle for a producer. 

However your parents really tried to tell you that it wasn’t a guaranteed career. You knew they were right seeing as a lot of idols tended to not renew their contracts, but that was for a later time. You still had a bunch of years before you came across the ending. You didn’t want to give up on chasing your dreams. But there were just so many people telling you that other options were best. 

“Is it really?” Jongho told you. “You should follow your dream especially if you have the opportunity right in front of your face.” He turned to you, leaning down to get you to look at him. 

“Don't let yourself be the reason you never find happiness. Move forward with your choices and keep at it. That's how I got here and it's how I'm going to get there.”

You knew there was a point in your life you were going to have to give up and change for the better. Find new things that would take you to better places rather than holding you back in the same spot. You need to give up with things that weren’t in your mind from the beginning and start thinking about yourself. 

“You're inspiring.” You giggled at him. 

“Gotta practice to make sure the fans love me.” He grinned. 

“I'm sure they will either way.” You told him, knocking your knee with his. 

“I’m Jongho.” He stuck his hand out. 

“(Y/N).” You gripped his hand tightly, giving it a shake.  “I hope to get the chance to work with you then.”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @wonderlandnet , @pirateeznet , @k-vanity

#cultofdionysusnet #wonderlandnet #kvanity #pirateeznet #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez #ateez fanfic #jongho #jongho x you #jongho x reader #jongho x y/n #jongho ateez #jongho fluff #jongho imagines #tarot

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Please enjoy me putting all of my emotions from when Martin Septim died into writing through a self insert OC where I scream at the Nine Divines because I can’t scream at Todd Howard.

Just a little further. Just a little longer. If he just moves faster, if he kills a few more Daedra, if he stays by Martins side… Velentius roared, tears stinging his eyes as he hacked and slashed through the invading forces, Magic coursing around him as sparks flew in every direction. His sword slides through a chink in the armor, but refuses to come out, he falls. On his knees, Velentius looks up and seeing a Xivilai swinging his sword down at him, but is blasted away by a burst of magic. Hands help him stand, one arm around his waist, the other firm against his chest.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be guarding you.” He said, his tone light despite the situation. Martin smiled at him, his lips curling up in mirth. Velentius grabbed the Xivilai’s sword, fighting alongside Martin as they approached the Temple. Almost there, almost there, almost there, almost there! He can save him, he can save him, he can save him, he can save him! Velentius feels as hope fills his chest, his sword swinging with a renewed vigor as they get closer, closer, closer, just a little further! And then… two red feet, four red arms, an axe, claws, and an ugly snarl.

“No.” He cries, feeling his chest tighten. “We have to get inside the temple! Now!” Martin yells, rushing past Velentius. Velentius raced after Martin, his entire body heating up as his chest tightened and the familiar sense of dread returned. Slamming the doors behind him, Velentius set the bar in place and turned to Martin, who shook his head sadly. “No.” He said, walking towards the man. “Don’t you even think about it! There has to be another way!” He said, grabbing the emperors shoulder and turning his to face Velentius.

“The time has come, my friend. I must to what I must do. I can not stay to rebuild Tamriel. That task falls to others.” Martin said, Velentius shaking his firmly. “No. Don’t you dare!” He yelled, his grip on Martins shoulder tightening. “Farewell. You’ve been a good friend, in the short time that I’ve known you.” Velentius began to cry, his breathing picking up as his body shook. “But now I must go. The Dragon waits.” Martin pulled himself from Velentius’ grip, stepping onto the pedestal. Kiss him, do it now. You know you’ll never get the chance again. But he couldn’t move. Hugging himself, Velentius screamed a bloodcurdling scream as Martins body exploded, Dagon smashing through the roof.

He fell to his knees, head buried in his lap as he heard the fight happening in front of him. One final roar, stone cracking, and then… nothing. He sat there, the silence around him felt like a suffocating weight threatening to crush him. And then, footsteps. 9 pairs of feet walking up from behind him. He looked up, his despair quickly turning into hatred as he reached his hand out and grasp the sword that had fallen in front of him. Whirling around, his blade was resting an inch away from the man’s throat.

“We both know that would do anything.” Akatosh said, eyes narrowed. “Why?” Velentius growled, tears running down his face. The other Divines watched from the sides with a rainbow of emotions on their faces. “Why won’t the sword work?” Akatosh asked with a curious smirk. “WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME WHEN I COULDNT DO ANYTHING?!” He yelled, dropping the sword and falling to his knees, his hands tugging at his hair. “Velentius, we showed you so you could prepare.” Julianos said, stepping forward.

“Prepare? Prepare?! Prepare what?! His funeral shroud?!” Velentius yelled, looking up at the gods with tear stained eyes. “Perhaps… perhaps the mortal is right.” Dibella spoke up, stepping towards Velentius with her moth wings dragging behind her like a cape. “Dibella, be serious.” Talos crossed his arms, standing behind Akatosh. “I am serious, scum. We put him through unnecessary pain and false hope. How are we any better than the Daedra?” She asked, Akatosh and Julianos tensing.

“She’s right.” Mara stepped forward, one hand resting on her stomach while the other hung by her side. “We caused this child so much pain. And for what? Nothing came of it that wouldn’t have without it.” Mara said, placing her hand on his other shoulder. “Those visions never should have happened. They weren’t supposed to and you know it.” Kynareth growled at the dragon-god, stepping behind Velentius, her own wings ruffling. “Don’t be ridiculous! If we hadn’t shown those vision, he wouldn’t have fought as valiantly as he had! The Empire would have crumbled, my Empire would have crumbled!” Talos yelled, the three women glaring daggers at the once-mortal.

“Look around you! ‘Your’ Empire has already fallen. There are no Septims! There are no Dragonborns!” Kynareth yelled, motioning to the ruins around her. “Not yet. But soon.” Akatosh said, holding up an hourglass. Kynareths form flickered for a second, turning into what looked like a harpy with a crown made of lightning, before returning back to herself. “That won’t happen for another 200 years, Akatosh.” Mara said, rubbing circles on Velentius’s back. He gripped his knees as the gods around his kept talking about something that hasn’t happened yet, and won’t die 200 years apparently.

“Stop.” He said, Stendarr sending his a questioning glance. “Stop.” He said again, this time catching Arkay’s eye. “Stop!” He yelled, all of the gods in attendance shutting their mouth and looking at him as he stood. “You… you… you dare! You haunt me for weeks with visions of Martins death. You watch me as I do everything I can to stop it! You watch as I cry at night, trying to stay awake so I won’t have to watch it again, and again, and again! Over and over and over!”

He yelled, gripping his head tightly. He could feel more spirits enter the temple, minor gods watching as their rulers were reprimanded by a mortal. “I got Azuras Star, I got Tiber Septims armor, I got the Welkynd Stone, I got the gods damned Sigil Stone! I saved every city! I closed every gate! I killed Mankar Camoran! I retrieved the stupid fucking necklace! I saved Martin from the ruins of Kvatch! I got him to Ocato! I got him to the Temple! And it all meant NOTHING!” He roared, tears streaming down his face as he stood only inches from the Dragon-God of Time.

“You made me suffer for months. Before I even met Martin. I was scared to sleep at night because I would see him die and not even get to say goodbye! All because you wanted me to be this great Champion.” Velentius sobbed, fists bald tightly. “The visions were to be motivation, so you would know what you were fighting tow…” The room was deathly silent as Velentius’s fist made contact with Talos’ face. “Shut. Up.” He growled, glaring at the shocked man-god. “None of you deserved his life. None of you deserved his death! He was twice the man any of you will ever be!” He yelled out, looking at all of the gods in attendance.

The Divines, minor gods, saints, spirits of nature, even some elven ones he couldn’t place a name to right now. “You know what I was thinking when I brought him to the temple? I was just being the lamb to slaughter. But I can see that I was wrong. Martin wasn’t a lamb, and this… isn’t a slaughterhouse. Killing a lamb serves a purpose. Martins sacrifice? Didn’t.” Velentius let out a whimper, once again falling to his knees. He heard the sound of air moving, feeling as one by one, the gods in the room left, until finally he was alone.

>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<

He was in that room for 2 days before they could finally get inside. The doors split open, the Blades, Imperial Guards, and Ocato all rushing in. Velentius was curled into a ball under Martins statue. He wasn’t crying. He ran out of tears after the first 4 hours. He hasn’t slept. Hasn’t eaten. Hasn’t moved. Jauffre and Baurus helped to get him out of the temple, Ocato rattling on and on about how Velentius was to be named Champion of Cyrodiil, and how brave Martin was. A hero. A savior. Velentius moved on his own for the first time in two days, which resulted in Ocato sitting on the steps of the temple with a bleeding nose. He received no bounty, no legal issues, it was chalked up to exhaustion, hunger, dehydration, and grief.

#elder scrolls #tes #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls oblivion #oblivion #Martin Septim #grief #coping #coping through writing #nine divines #one shot #fanfic #one shot fan fic

[muthaz-rapapa]

Hirogaru Sky Impressions (3/5)

Alright~

So we're more than halfway there. Excited for leaks season yet?

Show is still going good despite the last 10 episodes being mostly filler. I don't have anything to really complain about since as far as fillers go, the quality of HiroPre's is definitely better than those of previous seasons.

But me being me, of course there is going to be some form of criticism so let's gogogo~ and get that over with.

Again, the fillers are quite enjoyable but ever since the recovery of Captain Shalala, doesn't it feel like we've gone too long without any plot-related episodes?

Thankfully, it seems they're getting back to that with ep 31 next week. But even so, the lack of clues or hints about the Undergu Empire and the reason for its antagonism dragged the show's momentum slightly. So it felt longer to get through these 10 weeks.

"Filler doldrums" as I'd like to call it because tuning into Precure weekly became more of chore than something to look forward to.

But it wasn't that bad so let's hope the next 10 episodes will be more balanced.

Moving on.

I spoke too soon on not having to worry about the handling of Mashiro's character arc anymore. Why am I surprised, though? Whenever I let my guard down, my expectations are always betrayed. Oiy.

But honestly, they got me all hoping and excited since they actually gave her potential content to work with. Like her taking an interest in creating picture books. Or even her cooking skills or passion for makeup. Or her long distance relationship with her parents. That's quite a bunch of material to expand on for her.

Instead, she's been regulated to the passenger seat again to let Sora drive.

On one hand, I understand and can accept that Sora would receive more focus since the she is the main character of the overall story. Her coming from another world and therefore being a fish out of water bird out of Skyland when it comes to most things Earth-related...along with being someone who's never had friends before due to spending most of her time training are all prime real estate for development.

However, you can't deny that there is a blatant amount of lead favoritism.

It's not as bad as previous seasons since the writing for HiroPre is a lot better. But when the rest of the cast individually gets one episode of spotlight for every five or so the lead gets, it can be tiresome or even suffocating to sit through.

...on another note, my theory about Captain Shalala possibly being a double agent for the Undergu Empire turned out to be wrong after all. But I think having the enemy take Shalala hostage was the more suitable direction to go for breaking Sora down in order to let her renew and restrengthen her resolve as a hero. The loss of respect for your idol can be a really difficult thing to bear and that might be too harsh a topic for Precure's target audience. It achieved similar effects to the Broken Pedestal trope anyway so no complaints there.

Anyways, we may have broken the Pink trend this year but I'm not optimistic it will stay that way as long as there's always one primary lead in each group. Frankly, I think we're going straight back to special Pink treatment for another 4 years before 25th anniversary but that's a thing to worry about later.

As for Tsubasa and Ageha, I was more satisfied with their focus eps. Mostly.

Tsubasa's always teaches you something new. I really liked the one about branching out your dream, which is something we all need to hear should we ever reach our goal or get stuck on what to do next. And Ageha's most recent one with her older sisters and her parents' divorce when she was younger provided more depth into how she became the person she is today.

But I wasn't pleased when the Peach airline promotion ep that should've been about Mashiro spending time with her parents went to Tsubasa instead. I mean, Tsubasa showing off his airplane knowledge is always amazing but...ngh, they really don't care for Mashiro, do they?

Another thing. I became a little concerned about the portrayal of Ageha. She is shown to be consistently confident and composed in most things she does...but most 18-year olds aren't like that. So I worried for a bit if that might've sent an unintentional message that "you should be as competent as Ageha when you reach adult age" which is like ehhhh......not true.

Though it's only a flaw you notice if you're incredibly scrutinizing like I am. And given Ageha's personality, there's nothing wrong with presenting her as such cuz she wouldn't be Ageha without those traits. But definitely think of her more as a role model instead of one to emulate, that's all.

Right so, next week...is not the debut of Cure Majesty.

YET.

But very soon. Maybe even the week after? September titles haven't been released yet (as of checking right now) but with only...wow, 18 more episodes to go, they better make the best of it.

I don't think Ellee-chan suddenly getting older will become too much of an issue with pacing...as long as they don't put her in school if she still largely retains the mind of a toddler.

Or maybe she'll only grow older when transforming into Precure and return to being a baby during off-hours? That'd be interesting...it wouldn't be as fun as seeing her more grown up, yea, but it'd be unexpected, at least.

Whatever. Just give me more lore and I'll be good.

Finally (haha), let's talk about the future of Precure for a bit.

This season is obviously not going to be the last of 'em. If it was, they wouldn't try to scare you with it in an All Stars movie preview of all things. They'd likely do it the boring way by just announcing it in the news. :P

Anyways, we can definitely expect the franchise to continue for another 5 years. 25th anniversary is something Toei absolutely has to aim for because it will be a double milestone.

Quarter of a century run for the Precure franchise.

And (if my projected calculations are correct), if we keep to teams of 4-5 every year up until till 2028, we will hit over 100 Precure total.

Pretty exciting, yes?

With mixed-gender teams no longer being just a dream (look, Cure Wing even made the news! WAAAAHHH!!! xD) and upcoming projects like the Otona Precure series and the all-male Precure stage play in the works, it's definitely a confirmation that this franchise has no intention of ending any time soon.

If you want more consumers of your product, you need to accommodate for a variety of people and all sorts of new and different ideas, aspects and tastes.

Formula they probably won't budge on too much (not for the main tv series anyway) but there always will be other rooms to explore, y'know?

Ok~ So Precure won't be ending but summer is~

Hope everyone enjoyed it in spite of the heat and best of luck in school or whatever your future endeavors are!

See you in another 10 eps! (^ _ ^)/"

#hirogaru sky precure #cure sky #cure prism #cure wing #cure butterfly #sora harewataru #nijigaoka mashiro #yuunagi tsubasa #hijiri ageha #ellee-chan #precure

[brooklynislandgirl]

Adventures of A Substitute Turtle. So today an entire grade of my school goes on a sorta field trip to a different school. This leaves some gaps in coverage for the teachers who got to accompany that grade. So, since I am also a sub as well as the librarian, they ask if I can cover 4 classes. Sure, no problem. Well one of my favourite kiddos is in a couple of those. She pulls out her phone {a no-no} and I politely tell her she's got to put it away. She tells me she will, but first she really needs to show me something and to please not get her in trouble for it. Then she pushes the phone into my face...and it happens to be a leaked {alleged} male celebrity video. It is extremely explicit. Horrified I cover the phone screen with my hand and say something to the effect of "Oh, my gentle Jesus! PUT THAT AWAY" And literally just now, upon getting home, I have to email my principal about it, and she spent the rest of the afternoon taunting me in front of her friends about it. I am half tempted to let my teaching license "lapse" when it's next due for renewal.

#Adventures of a Substitute Turtle

[putschki1969]

Hello Puts!

Happy New Year and Merry Christmas ❄️

How are you doing? How were your holidays?

I have a question/thought about Hikaru?

I'm so worried about what she's going to do next. Will she continue to sing? On the one hand, the fact that the contract was not renewed is logical - it is obvious that the agency could not offer her anything new. But what's next?

Hello there!

Thank you! All the best to you as well!

I have honestly felt quite drained in the past few weeks.T_T After getting back from Japan I went straight back to work. I haven’t really had time to rest properly. This has frustrated me to no end because I still want to write a bunch of reports about my Japan trip but damn it, I just can’t bring myself to do it *sighs* Anyways, enough complaining, I will get to that stuff eventually! Now let’s see what we can do about your question.

It’s a really good question and I have been wondering the same thing. Hikaru’s current situation is quite literally a mess but in her New Year’s post she was pretty straight-forward about wanting to continue to make music in some shape or form. I expect her to make some guest appearance this year and maybe we’ll even see the one or the other collaboration (possibly with Keiko). She doesn’t seem to have the means to organise proper one-man-lives at the moment so she has to rely on small gigs with other artists. Let’s hope she can move past that soon. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy she has some work at least but performing three songs in a tiny live house in front of a hundred people won’t get her far in terms of reaching a wider audience (or even her loyal fanbase). I know it’s not necessarily her goal anymore to become popular but I would want her events to be a bit more accessible.

I am glad she has her theater commitment right now because that seems to keep her busy and happy. I briefly mentioned it in my report of the Ambient Border -DAWN- event but it’s obvious that she feels very comfortable with the C.C.C theater group members. It’s a good thing to see her this carefree and passionate about something. The fact that Hikaru gets to sing not only one but two songs (Ambient Border & Under the Rain) for the upcoming play gives me hope that there will be some sort of CD release accompanying the show. Also, please let there be a broadcast like last time! I am so curious about her performance!

With all her involvement in theater work, I wonder if this is maybe her slow transition into musicals? I mean, it would be the next logical step for her. It’s what Hikaru started out doing as a kid and teenager. It’s obviously something she enjoys and from what we have seen so far, she can quite masterfully tackle the acting part. These days there are quite a lot of Japanese artists who are doing musicals once in a while. Her vocal range might not be suitable for all roles but then again, if singers with the most generic anisong voices (e.g .May’n or Nana Mizuki) can do musicals, so can Hikaru!! Unfortunately, the Spice guy and his theater gang don’t strike me as particularly influential in the entertainment industry so they probably cannot help Hikaru get a foot in the door of the musical world.

As far as Hikaru’s YouTube videos are concerned, I have no idea where she is heading with her channel. I am enjoying her stuff a lot but it doesn’t really seem to lead anywhere. There is no way she is gonna attract a wider audience with her current content, especially since there are a ton of other Japanese YouTubers out there who are doing the exact same thing. That specific influencer/content creator market is already very saturated. In my opinion, she should really post more music-related videos because music is what she is known for so she has a big advantage in that field...

Everyone, feel free to chime in...

UPDATE:

Funnily enough,Hikaru posted this tweet today (January 15). Sometimes I feel like she reads my blog XD

I've received several messages about work inquiries and while I would like to talk about them with you I am currently not able to. It hurts me to say that this disingenuous state will continue and I am honestly so sorry about it. I'm working hard to reach a place where I can openly talk with everyone and explain the situation. Please rest assured that I will tell you everything as soon as I am able to.

#kalafina #reply #hikaru #speculation #freelancer hikaru

[renee-writer]

The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 34

AO3

“It is simple. As there is no children and as Mr. Randall isn’t contesting the divorce, you will be legally freed of him within two months time.” Her barrister, Geillis Duncan, tells her.

 

“Thank you. That is wonderful news.” Even though, via the theory of the goose and the gander, she shouldn’t be feeling guilty, she is. It is making her stomach roll. To be free of him and Jamie to be free of Anna, that is the best possible news.

 

“Aye, with a philander like your ex, freedom is always the goal.”

 

Was it guilt that made her feel suddenly lightheaded? She grabs on to the front of the desk. Miss Duncan frowns and comes around to her.

 

“I’m okay just a bit dizzy.”

 

“The relief can cause strong reactions.” She looks down on her with a frown.

 

“True. Have you ever had a client pass out?” At this, she kneels down.

 

“You are a doctor, eh? Should I call someone?”

 

Not just guilt, Claire thinks, something physical is causing this. Blood sugar? No, she ate a hearty breakfast this morning.  Inner ear infection? No, no pain or ringing. Some sort of virus? Maybe but no fever, no other symptoms but a rolling stomach.

 

It hits her like a flash of lighting. She raises her head so fast she almost knocks into Miss Duncan.

 

“Oh God! I think I am pregnant!”

 

“I thought you and Mr. Randall weren’t  sleeping together? A coming child would complicate things.”

 

“Not Frank. He wouldn’t be the father,” she bites her lip as she prepares to confess, “I recently renewed relations with my university lover. Frank is sterile. Medically documented. In case he would try something.”

 

Geillis stands and walks back behind her desk.  With a brisk nod, she makes a note. “Alright, no worries. You won’t be showing until the divorce is final.  I can get his medical records if he decides to contest the paternity of the child.”

 

“Your not judging me for having an affair?”

 

She shakes her head with a smile. “No, for you aren’t. You are legally separated. Now he, shagging uni students, he is guilty of adultery. You are only guilty of living the life he denied you.”

 

She smiles, nods, and releases her breath. To have her approval without condemnation, is brilliant.  A baby something she has longed for, for twenty years, is even more so.

 

“Let me know when you find out for certain. I will move to expedite this divorce.”

 

“Thank you Miss Duncan.”

 

“You can call me Geillis.” She shakes her hand and leaves. The drug store will be her next stop, for a pregnancy test.

 

“Follow me,” she takes his hand, leading him to the loo, “just a bit farther.”

 

“Why are we heading to the loo? You wish the shower together,” his voice turns husky, “I can get your back and front.”

 

“Later. I have something to show you,” she leads him in, shuts the door, before picking up the stick, “Here.”

 

He takes it, looks down, and then up at her, his mouth opening and closing, without words.

 

“Yes. That was my reaction. My barrister, Geillis Duncan, says my divorce will be finalized in two months. That will be before I start showing. Hopefully yours can be done as soon as possible too. We can only hide it so long before…”

 

“Hush,” he places his hand over her mouth, “We are going to be parents! All the rest will matter later. Please, tell me how you feel about it.”

 

She smiles under his hand. He moves it.  “Shocked, at first. Followed by joy, then fear due to the circumstances, then relief. I have wanted a child for so long, to be having one with you, it is brilliant!”

 

“Aye, it is!” He showers joyful kisses across her face before taking her lips. They kiss, her pressed against the sink. He places the positive test on it before undoing her shirt. She is working on his pants. She wears a skirt that he moves up to her upper thighs. He grows in her hand after she frees him from his jeans and underwear. He lowers the cups of her bra, fingers work her nipples. His other hand jerks her panties to the side.

 

She moves him into place and her enters her with a quick jerk.  They come together fast and hard. She finds her pleasure within minutes. He isn’t far behind.

 

He rests his sweaty head against hers as the fight to catch their breaths.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #the heart don't lie #chapter 34 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence #modern au

[yuzuna123]

I posted this Kazujun prompt on my blog website but i will post it here too!

It's an AI prompt I asked it to do, I will probably adjust it on the weekend but for now i want to show it to you because it came out really good!

You can read it on my blog or here!

Here it is on my blog! If you want to please leave a comment! In the meantime, you can also read it here on read more!

It's 350 words!

As Jun entered the dimly lit hospital room, her heart ached at the sight of Kazuya lying in bed, weak and battered from his recent battle with Claudio. The room was filled with a somber silence, broken only by the soft beeping of medical monitors.

She approached Kazuya's side and gently placed her hand atop his, feeling his warmth beneath her touch. Their eyes met, conveying a multitude of unspoken emotions. The weight of the world seemed to rest on their shoulders, yet their connection remained unbreakable.

"Kazuya," Jun whispered, her voice filled with love and concern. "You've been through so much. But it's finally over."

Kazuya's eyes softened, portraying a vulnerability rarely witnessed. "It was Claudio… His forbidden power… I never thought he would go that far," he admitted, his voice tinged with remorse.

"He saved us all," Jun replied, her voice unwavering. "His sacrifice will never be forgotten."

As if drawn together by an invisible force, Kazuya and Jun leaned in closer, their foreheads touching. They closed their eyes, basking in each other's presence, finding solace in their shared strength.

"Jun, I…" Kazuya began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought I would be rid of the devil within me."

A tear escaped Jun's eye, followed by a gentle smile. "You're free now, Kazuya. We can finally live without the constant battle between light and darkness."

In that moment, their lips met in a tender and longing kiss. It was a quiet celebration of triumph and survival, a confirmation of their unbreakable bond. They both felt a surge of renewed hope, a shared belief that they could overcome any obstacle together.

A sense of peace filled the room as their embrace lingered, their bodies speaking volumes amidst the stillness. For the first time in a long while, their love overshadowed the chaos that had consumed their lives.

As they pulled away, their eyes locked once more. It was a look that spoke of promises fulfilled, of a brighter future forged through perseverance and love.

"I love you, Jun," Kazuya whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you."

"I love you too, Kazuya," Jun replied, her voice carrying the weight of all their shared trials and triumphs. "We'll face whatever comes next, together."

And as they sat there, hand in hand, their bond enriched by the scars they carried, they knew that they had found the strength to build a future free from the shackles of their past.

#tekken #tekken 8 #kazuya mishima #jun kazama #kazujun #kazuya x jun

[dazycat]

Lotta great Tim Bradford moments in this show 5x19. The morning together with Lucy is clearly the highlight. The end was painful to see him so stricken with what he had to do, clearly affected by it. But - Lucy clinging to his arm walking down the hall just rubbed me wrong. Not holding hands just seemed so off to me. It didn't look right, but just a visual thing for me that didn't vibe quite right for some reason. If his arm had been kind of bent to take her hand in to him, maybe it would have looked warmer. But it was just hanging there. Felt cold. I understand he was bereft a bit, it just visually didn't sit well with me. Well anyway - it was sweet how he wanted to distract himself by helping her with her exam.

I will say, I am still deeply disappointed with the lack of details of their growth. Is he living with her at his apartment? We don't know. Kojo? Not a clue. Have they said I love you? Seems not. Still so much suppressed in so many ways. Kept under the radar. And the Chenford fandom resorts to closeup shots of a hand touch here or there and thrill and swoon for it, really laughable. It's criminal what The Rookie has done to us by depriving of simple details that could easily be grafted in their time together on screen. But hey, the writers do what they do, and I write in fan fic to release my fantasies and vision, and read others, and so there's that.

On the show in itself aside from Chenford - Celina is over the top. I cannot believe the lack of professionalism, the slack given to her as a rookie, the lead she took, taking Tim's phone to make the call, yelling at him and others. LOL It was OUTRAGEOUS, and ridiculous. Nolan is a lousy TO with zero discipline. And I'm sick of Bailey. She's literally a joke of the show in itself, Nolan mocking her for her so called day off but she can't cause she can do it all right? ZERO chemistry with those two. But we get to hear them say I love you. Not Tim and Lucy. Not YET anyway (I hope they do!)

I'm just mystified. The show can be SO good on its own, has been so good even aside from Chenford. But lately, it's been off, scrambling around a bit for me. Relationships with colleagues kind of off, missing. Like even Tim's job not being commented on, and now being together with Lucy - STILL no response or reaction on them. Just incredible.

So three more weeks and Isabel will pop by, maybe to give some perspective to Lucy about UC work. Two more episodes left as we wait for a S6 renewal. And I hope it happens, but I hope for better writing. It's been a bit haywire after 5X12 with Chenford, and the rest kind of spotty. I am sorry to see it, and hope they tighten some writing, keep things a bit more cohesive. The fun and humor is great when it works, and they have a great cast! (Except Bailey. Please go away Bailey. Nothing against Jenna. Just. Ugh) But maybe too many writers? Too many directors with a plethora of visions throwing the show all over the place? Rooting for them, and looking forward to their return in 3 weeks, fingers crossed for better and for more real romance with Chenford too.

#the rookie #chenford

[mystiika]

@cxldblxxded asked: [ FORMAL ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver’s wrists together with their tie ( k and adrian 🤔 ) meme: types of bondage

as nice as it was for the band to be recognised & to win awards, adrian despised award shows with a passion, or at the very least despises attending them in person. he comes home to find k on the couch watching tv, kicking his shoes from his feet too tired to bother putting them away properly ( which feels like a future!adrian problem ), hand trying & failing to free his neck from his tie but the knot was feeling impossible.

❝ help, ❞ comes a dismayed request ( with a pout to match ) when he drops to sit beside k. ❝ i don't care how handsome i look they stylist did NOT have to glue my tie in place so it won't slip. ❞ he's being dramatic, but he really was having trouble & needed k's help, walking himself over to meet k half way. ❝ thanks, ❞ voice a little quieter now that they're so close. ❝ i hate ties. ❞ he's carefully undoing his cufflinks, managing to free himself from his jacket around the same time k finishes pulling off his tie & heaves a sigh of relief — feeling so much less stuffy 2 layers fewer.

he starts to get up only to find himself falling backwards into k's lap. ❛ where do you think you're going, cascada? ❜ goosebumps cover his skin at the feeling of k speaking gently into his ear & k's hands lightly gripping his waist to hold him still. suddenly he feels a little less tired. ❝ mm, nowhere in particular. ❞ he hears a chirp in response & his head lulls to the side as he feels k's lips kissing along his neck & he lets out a pleased hum that k can no doubt feel as well as hear. ❝ now... why do i get the feeling you don't want me to leave? what do you say, my love? ❞ he gets no words in response, feels a purr vibrate against his back as adrian calls him ' my love ', a feeling he can't help much smile at.

but it would seem a purr wasn't enough of an answer the way k stands up with adrian still on him, turning to drop adrian on the bed & climbs on after him the second he could. of course, adrian has no complaints, happy with the weight of k pressing him into the bed ( & the slight grind of k's hips did not go unnoticed ). at some point he feels k take hold of his hands from where they'd fallen around his lover's neck, but was too enwrapped by the rest of his touch to really clue in until he felt a sudden pull of fabric tightening around his wrists held above his head on armrest. he doesn't need to see his hands to know what was happening. instead he looks to k, sporting a pleasantly surprised smile. ❝ oh so it's going to be that kind of night is it? ❞ adrian muses, leaning up far enough to catch k in a kiss, more than clear about his being into it. ❛ yes it is. ❜ the low growl is soon accompanied by a shiver where k's hand slides underneath adrian's still buttoned shirt.

with his hands tied above him, he really felt at k's mercy. but what a wonderful mercy it is, filled with pleasant touches & hungry kisses, his heart racing while his pants grew tighter. then, the second he feels k start unbuttoning his collar — ❝ just rip it open. i feel like it would be kinda HOT, don't you? ❞ adrian felt a flutter in his chest at the pleased look on k's face at the suggestion. & the sight of k moving to follow through on his request, he unknowingly takes a breath in anticipation. then a sudden grin, wide with lust, at the sound of tearing thread & satisfying clatter of plastic whereever the buttons flew. ❝ fuck... ❞ & kisses k with renewed vigor, legs naturally hooking around k to force him closer ( after all his hands were otherwise occupied ).

❝ i just have one question, baby, ❞ he breathes, a little distracted at the feeling of lips & teeth leaving marks where they please. ❝ can i top tonight? ❞ a request he knew would be instantly approved but one to ask all the same. ❝ because.... ❞ he drags it out, making sure to catch k's attention & look him in the eye, a bit of a smirk on his lips as he continues, ❝ i was just thinking about how sexy you'd look fucking yourself on my cock while i'm all tied up like this... ❞ if he had more to add, it was forgotten the moment k kissed him again ( though he couldn't help but notice the slight purr k seemed to make after adrian described his little fantasy ).

they part for a moment while k tosses his shirt to the side & on his return they instantly readjust to k straddling adrian this time. & there was no helping the way his hips grind up against the weight of k on him. making no effort to muffle the noise that resulted, he's happy to kiss k the second he comes near enough again. ❝ besides, it's been too long since i topped... ❞ he stops to look k in the eye again, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, soon giving way to an expression entirely consumed by desire — a fact easily supported by the noticeable hard on pressed against k. ❝ i can't have you forgetting how good it feels when i'm fucking you, now can i... ❞

#cxldblxxded #usfw // #asks — you have a question & i have an answer #adrian tag tba. #adrian & k — all i ever wanted was love‚ until you loved me & then i wished for nothing else

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Vows (Chapter 3)

In which Agi and Estinien visit their sixth child Celestine---a fashion designer in Radz-at-Han for some renewal outfits.

Celestine Varlineau admired her latest designs in her own little boutique in Radz-at-Han. Having apprenticed and traveled, she decided to return home to stay close to her parents but not living there, choosing instead to live above her boutique.

She was not shocked to see her parents wander in one warm, sunny afternoon. “Mummy! Bapa!”

“Hello, sweetie! How are you?” Agnes asked, hugging her second daughter tightly. Estinien followed close behind. His limp isn’t so bad today. Excellent!

“Good! Just had an order for a bridal party, so that’s exciting! How are you two? Keeping out of trouble, Bapa?” She winked. Her father retuned the wink and tapped his cane on the floor.

“Heh, you know it. Me and Mummy want to commission you to make our outfits for our anniversary celebration in Ishgard. Now, now,” he held up a hand when Celestine opened her mouth. WHAT?! “we are paying you full price. Just think of us as regular clients, not your parents.”

Uhhhhhhhhhhh. “I appreciate that very much, but—”

“No buts! Except your Mummy’s.” He pinched his wife’s ass, and Celestine groaned. You two…you two are worse than horny teenagers.

“Alright Bapa, enough. Since you’re both insisting then…let’s have a seat and discuss what you want.” She showed them to a small table with a decorated Hannish tablecloth and a few chairs. “Let’s start with Mummy.”

Agnes thought for a moment. “Oooooh, I’d love a flowy off-white dress that’s long---Ishgard is cold after all---and a low neckline.”

Estinien chuckled.

Mummy always said if you’re proud of yourself then show yourself off. She really loves her tits! Celestine started sketching. “What else Mummy?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure what else. Maybe some new flats?”

Sparkly flats. Mummy loves sparkles. Celestine nodded and made a few notes before turning to another page. “Alright Bapa, your turn.”

“Well,” Estinien scratched his chin. “Nothing too fancy. A nice pair of trousers…white shirt…mayhap a waistcoat or something? I’ve got boots.”

No, you don’t have boots that are appropriate for a vow renewal. “Any pattern or silk on the waistcoat?”

“Ooooooh, what about a nice blue silk on the back that matches your eyes, love?” Agnes was practically giddy with excitement. “That would look so handsome on you.” Mummy, as always, is absolutely right!

Estinien took her hand and squeezed it. “If you think so, my love, then let’s do that.”

Celestine looked over her notes and preliminary sketches and grinned. “Perfect. I’ll get started on these as soon as I’m able…but first I need accurate measurements for both of you.”

“Ladies first.” Estinien murmured, pinching his wife’s ass as she approached Celestine.

“Bapa, can you…be normal for five minutes?” Celestine groaned, charming the measuring tape and taking her mother’s measurements.

“Hmph, you should know, little one, that this is normal. I can’t resist your Mummy.” Estinien harrumphed, much to the chagrin of his second daughter. GET A ROOM!!!! “Mummy is—”

“Mummy is very happy to have so much attention, but love please, we’re in Celestine’s shop as paying customers not her parents.” Agnes giggled and winked at Celestine. THANK. YOU. MUMMY. You two can be embarrassing as fuck at home in my company, not in my shop! WHAT IF SOMEONE WALKS IN AND SEES THEM BEING…THEM?!?!

“Fine, fine.”

The rest of visit went without any more incidents, except when Bapa told me to leave some room in his trousers for his belly. Gods, he’s such…he’s the best father in the world but so embarrassing!

I hope they like what I make. I mean, they always do! Always! My biggest supporters are them, but this is important. I need to make the best garments ever for them.

“You didn’t have to embarrass her so much, love.” Agnes giggled as they walked to the nearest aetheryte. “I thought she was going to tell you off!”

Estinien laughed heartily and squeezed his wife’s hand. “Heh, I was hoping she would. She’s always so funny when she does that. Yet another thing our second daughter has in common with you.” As they approached the aetheryte, Estinien stopped and turned to look at Agnes. “Do you mind sitting with me a while when we get home? Tis such a nice day, not too warm—”

He was interrupted by her taking his face in her hands and kissing him soundly. When she broke the kiss, she was smiling. “My darling grumpy dragon, as if I would ever say ‘no’ to that.”

Then she pinched his ass as she teleported away.

“AGI, YOU NAUGHTY LITTLE SAUSAGE ROLL!”

#agnes currai #agnes varlineau #estinien x wol #estinien wyrmblood #estinien varlineau #wolstinien #celestine varlineau #the varlineau kids #the tables HAVE TURNED #celestine is the one that growled as a baby lol