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bby-deerling · 11 days

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hello august moon (law x reader)

law can't figure out why he's been feeling so off lately, though he suspects you have something to do with it

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i've been having brainrot after reading the law light novel and have been thinking about law falling in love for the first time <3 in my head both him and reader are pretty young (~18-ish)

tagging: @willowbelle @fanaticsnail @indydonuts @eelnoise @zorolux @mirillua @atanukileaf @kaizokuniichan @queenmimi2817 @sanjisjuul

For the past few months, Trafalgar Law has been thoroughly distracted and completely out of sorts. Stomach tied in knots, he feels a pervasive sense of anxiety after dinner each evening that only quells when you slip into his office to spend time reading alongside him for a while, an unconscious ritual you’ve developed over the past few months. He chalks his swirling emotions up to general teenage moodiness and angst and doesn’t read too much into the cluster of complicated feelings that have settled in his gut, until they up and refuse to dissipate, causing him to be forced to examine them more closely. Following leads and frayed strings every which way leads to a tangled mess of disjointed introspection, but both ends of the thread always seem to lead back to one place—you. For some reason, you soothe the strange uneasiness in his gut, but treating the symptoms doesn’t address the root cause, and naturally, he becomes fixated on finding out why you calm him down, and deciphering what has him so bothered in the first place.

Law had never paid too much mind to the snickers and giggles from your friends that seemed to always follow behind the two of you. Penguin likens the way you trail behind your captain to the reverent waddling of a lost duckling, while Shachi bluntly says you simper over him like a lost puppy. But to Law, the way you two are attached at the hip is no different to the way Bepo sometimes clings to his side; though you are a bright asset to the crew—clever, resourceful and analytical—your insides were equal parts mangled, broken and not used to being shown kindness, so it only seemed natural that you’d want to stick close to your captain’s side until you were comfortable enough to open up to the rest of your crewmates. Law was used to this song and dance, of picking up strays on a whim and tucking them close under his wing until they got the courage to venture out—but now that you’ve began spending a portion of your evenings letting Shachi twist your hair into intricate braids or playing cards with Hakugan, it somehow feels like a knife in the gut, a loss too deep to put into words as he feels himself dipping lower on your priority list.

He's aware enough to know his thoughts aren’t rational—you still spend a sizable chunk of your evening curled up on his office sofa with a book in your hand and his head in your lap—but, drowning too deeply in his emotions to care, he steeps in his discontent, wondering why it affects him so very much to miss out on an extra hour or so of time unwinding with you each day. He should be proud of your growth, and truly, he is, but he misses having full command of your attention for reasons he can’t quite sort out yet. However, things suddenly begin to make more sense when you lean your back against his shoulder one evening, legs draped across the length of his office couch and pharmacology book in hand.

As he turns his head and watches you hastily scribble down notes, biting your cheeks as you focus, something clicks; he suddenly gets it. Taking in the determined flurry of your motions, the soft pout on your face, and the loose strands of hair haphazardly falling into your line of sight, Trafalgar Law realizes that he has feelings for you—feelings that are somehow more profound than the care and love he has for the rest of his crew, ones that he’s never felt before, and never envisioned himself experiencing. The sensation washes over him all at once like a bucket of warm water dumped over his head, and the complicated mix of emotions that have been plaguing him amplify tenfold. Cheeks tinting pink, he suddenly understands why he feels like he’s going to throw up while catching a glimpse of you giggling and laughing while Shachi does your hair, or why he grumbles under his breath when he sees you cuddling with Bepo—he was jealous. He feels so silly now for not realizing it sooner; in retrospect it seems quite obvious that he’s enamored with you, but his ignorance had simply associated the twisting feelings in his chest and swells of admiration with the deep friendship you two shared—and to an extent the emotions and your platonic connection were intertwined—but there was something special and intangible about the way he feels when he’s with you. He finds himself wanting to hold you, kiss you, be close to you and not let go; Law loves you.

With an epiphany reached, a more complicated issue now lies in front of him—how to address it. His mind tells him to bide his time, to carefully observe you until he’s certain you feel the same way, but an urge deep in his bones screams at him to abandon his usual controlled, collected approach to difficult situations and act on impulse, to show you how he feels and deal with the rest later. Obeying his instincts, he tests the waters, taking a shaky inhale as he leans his head down and presses his lips to the top of your head; rattled by his nerves, the kiss is hesitant and gentle, a mere brush against your hair, but he feels you melt all the same. Laying back and placing your head in his lap, you gaze up at him, doe eyes full of reverence. Though he was certain you enjoyed his company independent of any secret admiration tucked away in your chest, he realizes that though he had been brushing Shachi and Penguin’s words off, their teasing was more than accurate—you adore him—that much was clear from the spark in your eyes as you gingerly take his hand and place a kiss to his knuckles.

Holding the side of your face, he gives you a crooked smile as he absentmindedly runs his thumb back and forth across your cheek. Face turning warm to the touch, you lean into the affectionate motions contently, humming with satisfaction as you soak in each graze of his skin against yours, engraving the sensation into your memory.

Law isn’t quite ready to kiss you properly, but the tingling thrill of his lips pressing against your forehead is more than enough for the both of you right now; the storm in his chest fades away for good this time, warded off by the affection present in the soft upward curl of your lips.

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pedroschka · 1 year

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Hi! May I request Joe proposing?

It's quite vague but I trust you how you'll write it. Your writing is amazing!

The marriage proposal(s)

Joseph Quinn x reader

words: 1,1k

A/n: MORE FLUFF

big thanks to @icallhimjoey for helping out, again <3

"so I brought a wig " your muffled voice informs him, Joe furrowed his brows as he leaned against the wall beside the closed bedroom door, waiting

"ok?" He answered

"And then I brought a complete outfit to match the vibe of it "

"of course you did " he chuckles and drags his hand over his face

"so I don't know where to wear this so you have to be the judge for it, are you ready ?"

"don't know if I'm the best choice to judge your clothes babe when you criticize nearly all of mine, but I'll try my best "

It was nearly ten in the evening and Joe just came back from filming and was greeted with a locked bedroom door and your off-key singing behind it before you told him to wait there because you have something to show him.

The lock of the door clicked and you slowly opened the door before going into a dramatic model pose, leaning with one hand against the doorframe and the other placed on your hip, legs crossed

"wow" he breathed, it was a lot. His eyes trailed over your body, trying to take it all in, from the big fluffy wig on top of your head, the deep red lipstick to the floor length nearly shear dress, high slit showing off your leg, and your feet clad in high heels.

You watched in satisfaction as his eyes grew bigger and his lip parted, tongue poking out before dragging his hand over his mouth again and muttering a" bloody hell " before taking your hand and dragging you to the front door " I have to take you out to dinner now"

" we're not going out now you just came home from work " you giggled and slapped him jokingly on his shoulder

" I can't have you looking like this and not do something special for you! " he exclaimed and gestured with his arms at your outfit to get his point across

"well...I could still eat" you shrugged at him

A few minutes later you and Joe sat opposite to each other at the dinner table, candlelight flickering in the middle, illuminating both of your plates with the leftovers from lunch, spaghetti with simple tomato sauce and beside it, on Joe's insistence, fresh garlic bread

Except for the wig, which Joe snatched right off your head again saying he liked your own hair better, you still wore your 'blame insomnia, 2am online shopping spree' dress, now covered with napkins so you still had the opportunity to return it again.

to match your fancy appearance Joe insisted on changing too and now wore his most expensive suit, the only thing that busted the whole play-along were the fluffy slippers dangling from both of your feet.

Joe watches as you picked up a chunk of bread before covering it with the spaghetti and taking a huge bite, ending with one sticking on your chin and tomato sauce covering your cheek and he's suddenly overflowed with a wave of adoration and love for you and the absurdity of your appearance mixed with your questionable eating habits, like a toddler in disguise.

"Please marry me "

You furrow your brows at him, looking at him like he's crazy and if he needs his glasses again. Taking it as a joke you answered him mid-chew

"Can I eat first?"

—

The next time, he sits beside you on the sofa, giving you a side eye when you keep snickering collectively with the fake laughing on the sitcom, which is currently playing on the tv after he lost the battle of which show you're gonna watch today

You on the other hand realized after a few minutes that it just wasn't as funny when you don't have someone to share it with and the fake laughing every two minutes started to become annoying, you looked over at Joe who looked equally bored so you paused the show and turned fully to him " let`s watch your show instead "

he looked at you surprised but then lit up and an exciting smile spread across his lips as he quickly searched for his show of choice

you cuddled up into his side and his arm wrapped around you, hand stroking your back, both of your attention on the screen in front of you, laughing together.

"We should get married" you looked up at Joe, not the answer you expected after you made a comment about the acting in one scene

"Let me think about it" you joked again

"How long?"

"Maybe two years" you laughed as he pushed a pillow in your face, annoyed with your sassiness

—

It quickly turned into an inside joke between you two, him fake proposing after the most mundane things you did and you jokingly rejecting him, confusing your friends and family when he asked you at a family celebration after you were able to bring the whole table in roaring laughter over a funny story you told and answered on his "I really think we should get married" with a " no thank you" or when you were cooking with a friend together and the jar of sauce went around and you were the only one able to open it with a bang on the kitchen counter, impressing both your friend and Joe

"Please marry me" and you looked at him with a glimmer in your eyes "what's in it for me?"

The downside of it was that you didn't take the question seriously anymore, doesn't matter how serious he meant it, so he has to make it extra special for you to believe him.

—

You sit with a frown beside Joe in the car after he talked you into it for a surprise, refusing to give you any hint with a cheeky smile

"you know I hate surprises, I like to be prepared" you whined after another failed attempt to get some information out of him

"I do know you and I know you're gonna love this one" you huffed but trusted him for now, closing your eyes and slowly drifting off

the bumpy and sudden halt jolted you out of your nap and your sleep-clouded mind needed a minute to recognize your location before jumping out of the car and running up the sand dunes, perfect view of the sea

Joe took your hand and led you to the beach before spreading out a picnic blanket and laying out fairy lights around it and you watch him in horror

" shit did I miss our anniversary again? "

he snorted and shook his head in amusement "Nope, not this time" before padding the space beside him "come on, sit"

you plopped down, eyes on the sea again " should've told me to bring my bathing suit, now I have to flash every-" you turned to Joe again and stopped abruptly as he kneels beside you, holding a ring between his shaking fingers

"Do you want to marry me?"

you blinked at him, face blank before leaning forward and examining the ring

"I think we should stay friends"

Joe looked at you annoyed and you started to cackle

"just kidding! of course!" and hold out your hand excited

"I hate you so much" he chuckled relieved before sliding the ring on your finger and kissing you so hard that you both fall over, laughing

"so about the skinny dipping?"

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn fanfic #fanfiction #joseph quinn fluff #marriage proposal #joe quinn fluff

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 7 months

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The Giant Magellan Telescope’s final mirror fabrication begins

The Giant Magellan Telescope begins the four-year process to fabricate and polish its seventh and final primary mirror, the last required to complete the telescope’s 368 square meter light collecting surface, the world’s largest and most challenging optics ever produced. Together, the mirrors will collect more light than any other telescope in existence, allowing humanity to unlock the secrets of the Universe by providing detailed chemical analyses of celestial objects and their origin.

Last week, the University of Arizona Richard F. Caris Mirror Lab closed the lid on nearly 20 tons of the purest optical glass inside a one-of-a-kind oven housed beneath the stands of the Arizona Wildcats Football Stadium. The spinning oven will heat the glass to 1,165°C so as it melts, it is forced outward to form the mirror’s curved paraboloid surface. Measuring 8.4-meters in diameter—about two stories tall when standing on edge—the mirror will cool over the next three months before moving into the polishing stage.

At 50 million times more powerful than the human eye, “the telescope will make history through its future discoveries,” shares Buell Jannuzi, Principal Investigator for the fabrication of the Giant Magellan Telescope primary mirror segments, Director of Steward Observatory, and Head of the Department of Astronomy at the University of Arizona. “We are thrilled to be closing in on another milestone in the fabrication of the Giant Magellan Telescope.”

The most recently completed primary mirror is ready for integration into a giant support system prototype early next year for final optical performance testing. This testing will serve as the dress rehearsal for all seven primary mirrors. Once assembled, all seven mirrors will work in concert as one monolithic 25.4-meter mirror—a diameter equal to the length of a full-grown blue whale—resulting in up to 200 times the sensitivity and four times the image resolution of today’s most advanced space telescopes.

The Giant Magellan Telescope will be the first extremely large telescope to complete its primary mirror array. With strong operational infrastructure completed at the telescope site in Chile, focused manufacturing is taking place on the telescope’s critical subsystem before starting on the enclosure.

“We are in an important stage of fabrication, with much of the manufacturing happening in the United States,” shares Robert Shelton, President of the Giant Magellan Telescope.

The 39-meter-tall telescope structure is being manufactured with 2,100 tons of American steel at a newly-built manufacturing facility in Rockford, Illinois, and fabrication of the telescope’s first of seven adaptive secondary mirrors—a one for one pair with each of the seven primary mirrors—is underway.

“The combination of light-gathering power, efficiency, and image resolution will enable us to make new discoveries across all fields of astronomy,” shares Rebecca Bernstein, Chief Scientist for the Giant Magellan Telescope. “We will have a unique combination of capabilities for studying planets at high spatial and spectral resolution, both of which are key to determining if a planet has a rocky composition like our Earth, if it contains liquid water, and if its atmosphere contains the right combination of molecules to indicate the presence of life.”

The telescope is expected to see first light by the end of the decade, and will work to answer some of humanity’s most pressing questions: Where did we come from? Are we alone in the Universe?

TOP IMAGE....University of Arizona Richard F. Caris Mirror Lab staff members placing nearly 20 tons of Ohara E6 low expansion glass into a mold for casting the Giant Magellan Telescope's seventh primary mirror segment, September 2023. CREDIT Damien Jemison, Giant Magellan Telescope – GMTO Corporation

LOWER IMAGE....University of Arizona Richard F. Caris Mirror Lab staff members placing chunks of Ohara E6 low expansion glass into a mold for casting the Giant Magellan Telescope's seventh primary mirror segment, September 2023. CREDIT Damien Jemison, Giant Magellan Telescope – GMTO Corporation

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darsynia · 1 year

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Goodnight, Farewell, and Amen | Oneshot

(Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Angst)

TBH I'm too wrung out by this to make a graphic. Yes, the title is referencing the finale of M*A*S*H*.

Summary: In a world where your Soulmate's final words spoken to you are written on your body, Tony Stark's aren't the typical goodbye. When he finally understands what they mean, he and his soulmate are out of time.

Notes: This is for my @avengersbingo square, Soulmate AU

I first saw the concept of Soulmate words being the last words your soulmate says to you in a story by JazzJo for the West Wing fandom, all the madness in my soul, which is achingly beautiful. This story uses the trope a completely different way, but please read hers.

Warnings: Canonical character death, Angst

Length: 1,719

Tags (guessing!): @starryeyes2000 @deepbatched @cabinofcontentment @chickensarentcheap @themaradaniels @starksbf

Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen

If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen.

Tony has read those words on his skin over and over so often that he feels like they are indeed etched on his soul, not just his upper thigh. They’re the last words his soulmate will ever speak to him, and sure, he’s grateful they’re not the typical goodbye that seventy percent of the world bears on their bodies somewhere. The problem is, he can’t tell if there’s a hint in there, some kind of prophecy he could follow.

There’s a whole branch of psychology devoted to that, the deciphering of fate, the question of whether you’ve already lost the battle to prevent your death or your soulmate’s (or perhaps equally painfully, your separation, never to talk to each other again) once the words are spoken. Tony’s been haunted since his parents’ deaths by their final words to each other, confused call-outs during a traumatic moment. They’d expected those phrases would be spoken at the end of a long life, perhaps in hospice care-- but no, it was on the side of a road in misery, with no help and no hope.

After their deaths, Tony had wasted some of his inheritance on private investigators, trying to find the person he’d met when visiting his dad at an office building he no longer remembers. That person (oddly dressed, accent unplaceable) had told an eight year old Tony Stark that he would only know his soulmate for less than twenty-four hours. He’d loved that, something unique and different-- but when he’d excitedly told his mother, she’d gotten so angry that he was never allowed to go to that building ever again.

Now decades later, he’s got the arc reactor, Pepper, a host of superheroic friends, and the knowledge of life on other planets. Tony has figured out that the place he’d been banished from was SHIELD, and he imagines his mother was angry about the idea that her son would grow up a womanizer like his father. She’d probably thought that the prophecy was a jibe towards her, rather than a real prediction, but at seventeen, nineteen, all the way up to twenty-one when he’d taken over the company, Tony had wanted to find that person and know the answer for himself.

He’d never found them, but the strangeness of his soulmate’s last words has sat with him for years. Tony had done just as his mother had feared, pretending he was searching for his soulmate by spending night-long chunks of time with countless women. Plenty of them had tried to play it up during their morning farewell, so often that he’d learned to leave them satiated and sleeping, with no chance to speak those words as some sort of lasting incantation.

Pepper’s own words are mysterious enough, in a way the two of them don’t address (‘It’s been a wonderful second life, Darling’ is… nothing he can imagine ever saying). It seems possible that they are each other’s hearts but not souls. After a life as exciting as theirs, that’s okay.

They plan their wedding as they watch friends and loved ones make choices about their future in no small part weighed down by the lettering on their bodies. Then a man walks out of a golden, sparking circle and changes Tony’s life forever.

Stephen Strange’s interruption is actually a ‘saved by the bell’ moment, as Tony had been in the middle of trying to remove his foot from halfway down his throat, regarding Pepper, his arc reactor, and pregnancy. Strange clearly takes an instant dislike to him, probably on reputation, and Tony leans in. He’s heard enough comparisons made between the two of them (intellect, snark-ability, goatee style) that he’d be offended if there wasn’t at least a slight feeling of rivalry there.

That doesn’t mean they aren’t on the same side, though, and when the chips are down and Strange is in peril, Tony follows behind to save him. It’s the right thing for that moment, even if it’s not the right thing for Pepper or Peter. After almost fifty years on this Earth, Tony’s learned that there’s almost never an action that’s unequivocally good for everyone involved.

Tony’s reminded of that as he’s forced to watch Strange bargain the Time Stone for his life-- the exact thing he’d said he wouldn’t do. The reasoning is clear, but as Tony feels the magic reversing his deathblow, it’s confusing, maddening, even heartbreaking.

Their fight is over, both the physical one and the ongoing argument that’s sparked between himself and Strange since they’d met barely hours before. Strange retreats into a mental world of his own as the rest of them stand stunned and silent-- and then… dust.

The words that haunt the next five years of Tony’s life belong to Peter and Stephen.

I don’t want to go.

There was no other way.

One represents a failure of Tony’s past, the other a potential failure in the future-- because he knows Strange had firmly believed his promise about sacrificing their lives for the greater good. If there had been another way, he wouldn’t have given up the Time Stone. Stephen Strange had seen a need for Tony’s life to continue instead of his own, but he’d offered no blueprint, no contingency plan.

That kind of trust is staggering, and Tony’s not sure he’s worthy of it.

He builds a life. In Peter and Stephen’s honor, Tony keeps his eye on two roles in particular: father figure and friend. He’s pretty sure he’s shitty at both, but the next years give him practice at being a father and a partner, at least, and he does okay without the requisite explosions in his wake.

What’s always there is the desire to make something of Stephen Strange’s sacrifice. That’s what draws him to the Avengers compound after sending Steve, Natasha, and Scott away. It’s what throws him back in time, what forces him to think on his feet-- because he can do it. He can bring the infuriating sorcerer back, along with everyone else. That’s the reason he’s alive, and consequently the reason everyone else isn’t. Because Tony’s read up on the man. He’s gone and spoken to people. Stephen Strange had been a lot like him: an arrogant man glorying in his niche until a devastating injury forced him into a new life. He had been a doctor, and over and over again, Tony’s heard the same thing from the people who knew him:

Stephen Strange was all about preserving life. He wouldn’t let half of the universe die just to save one man. Not unless it was the path to saving everyone.

It’s maybe a lot to live up to, now that Tony’s standing next to a compound in ruins, staring down another fight with Thanos.

Tony’s riding high, after seeing so many people brought back to life. He’s hugged Peter and fought next to Pepper, watched everyone work together to keep Thanos at bay as they work to send the Stones out of his reach. He sees Strange and lands nearby; there are years of Things To Say crowding his throat, but the most important one comes first.

“You said one out of fourteen million we win, yeah?” Strange’s expression is full of dread, and Tony almost falters, but he can’t. He can’t. “Tell me this is it.”

“If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen,” Stephen says.

Tony’s bluster drops away. There’s no mistaking those words. Strange isn’t acting like anything momentous occurred, but something deep inside Tony is screaming that there’s one more thing to say. Probably the last thing. He wishes there was time to make it mean more, maybe even make it absurd, or at least make it memorable, but there isn’t.

He’s not that much of a dick anyway, Tony decides. “You better be right,” he says-- and there it is. Stephen freezes, recognition and understanding flushing his face.

The following moment is short, but somehow it’s still a decent percentage of the time they’ve gotten to spend together. As Tony takes off to continue fighting, seven words reverberate in his head.

One of us is going to die. One of us is going to die.

The weight of that knowledge is almost enough to negate his repulsors, and the longer Tony battles with it dragging him down, the more he understands the shape it’s going to take.

The fact is, Stephen Strange has already died for him.

He’d died without knowing what Tony has feared since he was eight, that the soothsayer was right. Tony has already spent less than a day with his soulmate. If Howard Stark hadn’t interrupted the conversation right after that revelation, would he have learned a second, more triumphant secret? Would Tony have known since he was a child that he’d bring his soulmate back to life? What that would have done to his confidence, over the years?

He’s forced to compartmentalize all of this as he keeps fighting, and whether finding his soulmate has anything to do with it or not, Tony’s on his face in the dirt when the worst happens: Thanos is wearing the gauntlet again. Morgan’s face swims in front of his eyes, and Tony looks around to see who’s left to make a last great stand with him. That’s when he catches Stephen’s eye.

There’s a whole unlived lifetime in that look, in the seconds it takes for Strange to give Tony a single, miserable, hopeful signal.

This is the one.

‘I know what to do,’ Tony can’t say. ‘I owe you one,’ goes unsaid, too. When the time comes, when he’s picking what to say before the snap that saves his wife, his daughter, his soulmate, and the rest of the universe, Tony hopes they each understand what he says in their own context.

For Pepper, it’s an apology. He never could stop.

For Morgan, it’s an attempt to be her hero, one last time.

For Stephen, it’s about inevitability. He was the guardian of the Time Stone, and that’s the one thing the two of them never had: time. Without those roles, they never would have met. Without their deaths, the world would be a different place entirely.

He hopes they’ll remember him.

“I’m sorry, Pep.”

#avengersbingo #ironstrange #tony stark x stephen strange #ironstrange angst #tony stark fanfiction #stephen strange fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #angst #endgame feels #soulmate au

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prpfs · 25 days

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♥ Hello hello! My name is Spots (20 and she/her) and I’m currently looking for a One Piece (specifically the anime/manga) writing partner.

Specifically, I was hoping to do an OC x Canon roleplay with doubling because I’m a silly indulgent dumpster gremlin. That said, there are certain rules and facts to keep in mind:

• I currently am on Ennies Lobby (I’m an anime watcher but tempted to pick up the manga. I’m just terrible at reading) and while I am aware of spoilers, I would prefer to only play characters that appear before or during the arc. Yes I am aware that is at the beginning and it does lead to some characters like Law and Doflamingo being excluded so if this is a turn off for you I completely understand. If, not epic! That said, I am doing my best to get through the show quickly and know too many spoilers (… I spoiled a good chunk of WCI for myself cause I am a sucker for Sanji content) so you don’t have to worry about completely tiptoeing around spoilers with me.

•If you can’t tell by my icon and the talk about spoilers, I would love to play against Sanji. I’m just a sucker for this silly little guy man. That said, if you’re willing to play him for me, I would be down to play just about anyone for you in return as long as like I said, I’ve been able to see them on the screen.

•That said, this is not a requirement but I would love to have our OCs involved in the same plot rather then being in two separate stories because I am a sucker for OC interactions and the stories feeling connected. So I would be especially be down to play another Strawhat for you (especially Zoro since I feel like that could allow for some very funny interactions but I’m down for anything).

•While my pairing is MxF, I am lgbtq+ friendly so feel free to hit me with any pairing on your side

• I prefer to rp on Discord but am down to try other formats just inform me.

•I am a literate-novella roleplayer and often tend to write 2-3 paragraphs at the very least and have written some pretty long winded posts. That said, I never expect the same length. Just quality replies I can work with.

•I love OOC and headcanons. Please please hit me with all your ideas, memes, rambles. I beg. I will eat all that stuff up. All I ask is that we both show equal interest in each other’s stuff and it doesn’t feel like one’s OC is more important than the other. If you ever feel like that is the case with me, tell me and I, in return, will tell you.

•That said, you don’t need an OC prepared to respond. If anything, feel free to message me if you don’t have an OC at all because I would adore to bounce ideas off of each other and see what we can make together. If you do have one ready though, feel free to hit me with them and I shall gush over them

•I try to be fast with replies but with school, reply times can be a bit shaky. That said, I usually am a fast replier with ooc and if anything, ooc helps motivate my responses so please feel free to chat with me even before I respond.

•That said, I usually send check ins if you’re gone for 2-3 days. If this is irritating, let me know. That said, if you have to disappear for awhile please inform me.

•I usually prefer canon over AUs at least when I first rp with people but I am willing to do AUs if convinced. But with a world like One Piece, I do sort of wanna explore canonverse

•Like the way I am craving a canon divergent rp where we rp through plot events and such but with our OCs and change whatever we wish to fit them or have things go how we prefer. PLSSSSS! I’d love that. But I’m down for other plots too!!

•I am fine with NSFW just don’t want the plot to focus solely on that. No explicit DD stuff please. It really makes me uncomfortable

•I would be so down to explore a small group rp where everyone doubles if anyone is down (just please state if you’d like to do that)! I think it would be fun

That said, if you’re interested, feel free to either reach out to me in DMs or interact with this post via likes or replies or reblogs and I shall reach out as soon as I can ^^

Hope to sail with ya!

give a like and anon will get back to you

#fandom rp #fandom roleplay #one piece roleplay #one piece rp #oc roleplay #oc rp

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findroleplay · 4 months

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Hello hello! My name is Spots (20 and she/her) and I’m currently looking for a One Piece (specifically the anime/manga) writing partner.

Specifically, I was hoping to do an OC x Canon roleplay with doubling because I’m a silly indulgent dumpster gremlin. That said, there are certain rules and facts to keep in mind:

• I currently am on Water Seven (I’m an anime watcher but tempted to pick up the manga. I’m just terrible at reading) and while I am aware of spoilers, I would prefer to only play characters that appear before or during the arc. Yes I am aware that is at the beginning and it does lead to some characters like Law and Doflamingo being excluded so if this is a turn off for you I completely understand. If, not epic! That said, I am doing my best to get through the show quickly and know too many spoilers (… I spoiled a good chunk of WCI for myself cause I am a sucker for Sanji content) so you don’t have to worry about completely tiptoeing around spoilers with me.

• I prefer to rp on Discord but am down to try other formats just inform me.

•That said, you don’t need an OC prepared to respond. I don’t have a bio myself. If anything, feel free to message me if you don’t have an OC at all because I would adore to bounce ideas off of each other and see what we can make together. If you do have one ready though, feel free to hit me with them and I shall gush over them

•That said, I usually send check ins if you’re gone for 2-3 days. If this is irritating, let me know. That said, if you have to disappear for awhile please inform me.

•I usually prefer canon over AUs at least when I first rp with people but I am willing to do AUs if convinced. But with a world like One Piece, I do sort of wanna explore canonverse

•I am fine with NSFW just don’t want the plot to focus solely on that. No explicit DD stuff please. It really makes me uncomfortable

That said, if you’re interested, feel free to either reach out to me in DMs or interact with this post via likes or replies or reblogs and I shall reach out as soon as I can ^^

Hope to sail with ya!

#roleplay #rp #oc rp #one piece rp

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roleplayfinder · 4 months

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Hello hello! My name is Spots (20 and she/her) and I’m currently looking for a One Piece (specifically the anime/manga) writing partner.

Specifically, I was hoping to do an OC x Canon roleplay with doubling because I’m a silly indulgent dumpster gremlin. That said, there are certain rules and facts to keep in mind:

• I prefer to rp on Discord but am down to try other formats just inform me.

•That said, I usually send check ins if you’re gone for 2-3 days. If this is irritating, let me know. That said, if you have to disappear for awhile please inform me.

•I usually prefer canon over AUs at least when I first rp with people but I am willing to do AUs if convinced. But with a world like One Piece, I do sort of wanna explore canonverse

•I am fine with NSFW just don’t want the plot to focus solely on that. No explicit DD stuff please. It really makes me uncomfortable

That said, if you’re interested, feel free to either reach out to me in DMs or interact with this post via likes or replies or reblogs and I shall reach out as soon as I can ^^

Hope to sail with ya!

#eighteen and over #one piece #one piece roleplay #one piece rp

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sam12340s · 8 months

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Summarized a CaryKH video!

HOW TO GET THE SHORTEST A-PALINDROMIC SEQUENCE (ex. Using the words little and big).

KEY OBSERVATIONS:

A group of the same letters next to each other is a chunk. Thus, you don’t need to reverse a WHOLE sequence, just the order of the chunks! Like, shorten Little to L and Big to B. “LLBBLLLB” is a sequence where ‘LL’ is first, then ‘BB’ then ‘LLL’ and then ‘B’, then you reverse THE ORDER, and get “BLLLBBLL!”

ALL SEQUENCES ARE MADE OF CHUNCKS. Even a single letter is a chunk of length 1. The amount of chunks a sequence has, is therefore just the amount of similarly lettered consecutive regions +1/the number of times a letter alternates +1; But hold on! We’ve been treating these like they have an start and end, but a sequence and start in the middle! Need proof? I was born on a Wednesday! So, if a chunk like “LLLBBLL” is infinite then ‘LLL’ and ‘LL’ are actually in the same chunk! Pretty cool, right?

Now, think you’re in the cycle and you go around once. You’ll see the alternate a certain number of times; But since you always get back to the beginning, that number must be EVEN! Which leads me to the next observation!

Every sequence has an EVEN number of chunks! Like, “BBLBBB” has 2, while “BBBBLLBBLLL” has 4, and “BBLLLBLLLBLL” has 6. There’s one exception. A sequence of just 1 letter, like “LLLLLLLLLLLLL” or “BBBBBBBBBB” which I exclude, since I’d argue they have 0 chunks, since it’s just a chunk spread infinitely, and 1 over infinity is 0, and it’s always palindromic.

I’ll remind you that we’re finding the smallest sequence which isn’t the same (palindromic) beginning to end. Instead of sorting sequences by a letter length, let's sort them by chunk length. As I said before, 0 and 1 are out of the picture, so we should check chunks with length 2.

Let’s substitute the first chuck with a X, and the next with a Y, as the chunk length is irrelevant. So, every 2 chunk sequence can be written as: XYXYX. But what is XYXYX reversed? Yup, still XYXYX. Thus, 2 chunk sequences FAIL.

Let’s move to 4 chunks. We can use the labels “X1, X2, Y1, Y2.” Or if any X’s or Y’s are the same, like, “LLBBBLLBB” we can use just X or Y, thus splitting this into 3 categories. Ones where both X1 and X2, and Y1 and Y2’s are the same, AKA XYXY; then there’s one where one pair of chunks are equal and the other’s different (X1YX2Y/XY1XY2); and one where both pairs of chunks are different, AKA X1Y1X2Y1.

The one using “XYXY” is just an obvious version where a 2 chunker is doubled, so these fail.

Not as obvious, but lets use the following example, LLLBBLLBB. This is X1,Y,X2,Y. So, it’d be Y,X2,Y,X1. And as per the example below:

X1 Y X2 Y

Y X2 Y X1, using the Y’s as anchor points, then..

X1 Y X2 Y

X1 Y X2 Y They’re the same, just offset by 1.

Thus, every sequence like this fails. The problem is that the Y’s just serve as delimiters, they don’t give new information, yet keep the sequence together, like glue!

These get interesting. This is when we use all labels. Thus, “X1,Y1,X2,Y1”.

We’ll use another example.

X1 Y1 X2 Y2 is

Y2 X2 Y1 X1 reversed. Using the X1’s as anchors…

X1 Y1 X2 Y2

X1 Y2 X2 Y1 It’s different! Sure, the X labels are aligned, but the Y1 and Y2 labels aren’t! Thus, this is in theory, a success!

To get the minimum total length, we need one ‘B’ chunk, one ‘L’ chunk, one ‘BB’ chunk, and one ‘LL’ chunk! Thus, we get “BLBBLL” as our final answer.

#carykh

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writinglittlebeasts · 11 months

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this or that tag game

i was tagged by @liv-is 🐈‍⬛

so historically i'm really bad at making decisions and equally bad at explaining myself, so we're gonna see what happens when i'm forced to make several in a row. i hope it's funny.

|| HISTORICAL or FUTURISTIC ||

neither. honestly. i've, like, brainstormed things in a futuristic setting, but i'm not nearly science-minded enough to do anything concrete with it in a way that'll be convincing. and as interested as i am in learning about specific facets of life in the past, i don't find any of those things interesting enough to want to write about them at length, or, like, as a backdrop. like i don't like those restrictions. i stick to a modern-ish timeline or i just throw the entire blueprint away. however, we live in a society, and any decision that i make is predicated on information that i already have and understand, so there is no Real throwing out of the blueprint, so i guess it's historical by default. grumble grumble, etc.

|| OPENING or CLOSING CHAPTER ||

i'm so, so good at having ideas and establishing a mood and a tone that could carry that idea, and i like to think i'm good at establishing information without dumping, and i'm also objectively better at writing things beginning than i am at writing endings (though i do have several under my belt now and i'm okay at that, too-- i often know how something will start AND how something will end, but the trouble of shaking out what happens to get us from point a to point b keeps me from actually writing a real, finished ending, because as we all know that middle chunk of the story provides important context for whatever happens at! the! end!) so. the opening!

|| LIGHT+FLUFFY or DARK+GRITTY ||

this 1, it's actually unfair of you to ask me to choose. so, obvious, i'm a horror writer. i really like to write the dark and gritty, things like uncomfortable aspects of mental health, or monstrous transformations, or gore, etc. etc... but i ALSO like to write fluff! like, a lot! my favorite things to write are body horror and characters holding each-other, and, like, pleasantly drifting off to sleep. my werewolves Literally sleep in a big pile together, like, as a condition of their biology (YES i am willing to explain, please ask me ANYTHING about werewolves at ANY time). and, like, on some level i feel like you need to have both. not necessarily in a 1:1 split, or anything, but i like to have that lightness to make the grit seem, if not impactful than worth it? like, i love the dark shit, but i also like when it ends. and if the suffering is really unending, i want there to be something good in the middle, or little spots of relief, to sort of convey the tragedy of it??? if that makes sense. ergo. hell and woe.

|| ANIMAL COMPANION or FOUND FAMILY ||

the question i need to ask myself in this case is.... Can The Animal Talk? because, like, i can love a found family and i can hate an animal companion, but if there is an animal companion, i'm going to be so invested in them ONLY if they can communicate intelligently in some way with their person or people. i don't care if it's psychically through some kind of bond or if they can actually form understandable language with their mouth, but that's the dealbreaker. if they can't talk, i don't want it. intelligent animal companion or bust. found family can also really work for me, but this also Really depends. i don't consider most of the characters that i write a 'found family' because they either already know each-other or just don't share that 'family' dynamic at all, and a lot of the time when i read something with a 'found family' in it, the author's definition of a found family is, like, different from my own lmao. like it's not just a close group of friends, it's the Shared Trauma. it's the Circumstances forcing them together like, hammering nails, and then they just can't conceive of a word without that person. like it's about hating someone until they start crying and then realizing you don't like that shit at all. like i want to SEEEEEEEEE the care, the devotion, the desperation, i want to see it with my human eyes. i am pushing 'found family in a fluffy bakery setting' to the side and i am pointing directly at the cobweb-covered, sun-bleached 'found family on a doomed voyage'. NOT to bring up the magicians AGAIN so i'm not married to either idea. but i have a tabletop character who's a magic user who turned their arm into a cat, so i'm going with animal companion.

|| HORROR or ROMANCE ||

i put romance in everything, always, because i'm soft as hell, but horror is, like, The thing. my beautiful wife with her decaying fingers and multiple rows of teeth. horror/romance is really fun! romance is fun, but i like when there are high stakes in a story when i'm writing OR reading, so i don't read a lot of straight romance and i don't really write it, either (unless i'm doing it Specifically so they fuck, which i can also do in my nightmare books, so).

|| HARD MAGIC SYSTEM or SOFT MAGIC SYSTEM ||

i love to READ a hard magic system, i think they're so so cool and i'm SO jealous of people who can pull it off, but i'm more inclined to soft magic systems myself. i just like to play it fast and loose. and, like, conceptually, i like when magic isn't entirely explainable and maybe people take it for granted so they don't really try? it makes actual research into the source and function of magic done by specific characters more interesting in comparison, and lends more into that magic-as-spiritual system i like (that i mention again later; i'm sort of bouncing around).

|| STANDALONE or SERIES ||

i like to read a series but i like to write stand-alones. even if my ability plan ahead wasn't, like, abysmal, when i start writing a story i typically have an end in mind, and it's typically something i can reach in the space of one book, even if that single book is a bit on the longer side-- there just isn't a good place to split them up while maintaining a satisfying arc for each.

|| ONE PROJECT AT A TIME or ALWAYS JUGGLING 2+ ||

i don't even know how many wips i have, between my original projects and fanfiction. like, a fuckload. many of these are not active wips, but at least, like, four are at any given time. it offsets the writers block i might be having for x project if i can hop off of it and work on y instead, so unless i have one project i'm desperate to work on and just can't bring myself to, i'm not really upset by this.

|| ONE AWARD WINNER or ONE BESTSELLER ||

i will take just being published, honestly. so while a bestseller would rock, i think that awards are slightly more personalized. like, somebody had to suggest your book be nominated for an award, and then other people had to agree to win an award, and i think that would, to me, imply that my story affected somebody in a memorable way.

|| FANTASY OR SCI-FI ||

despite DEVOURING fantasy series as a kid there was a while there where i was Convinced i didn't like fantasy full stop because i just got so tired of mass-market lotr-style war-focused high fantasy in, like, jr high, so for a while there i was convinced i was a sci-fi girlie. like, for years, i was like this. (paranormal as a sub-genre falls into either sci-fi or fantasy depending on my mood, so i was free to watch my monster shows without guilt) but i was WRONG i love magic i love dragons i love, like, made-up animals and monsters and shit. i love wizards. i'm all about swords. and tbh i think guns are boring. they're boring in, like, almost all cases. i'm like, taking pains to avoid utilizing guns in my modern werewolf fantasy books because i think they're boring. they're too quick and super dumb and i'm tired of them. space guns can be cool circumstantially (i like crazy shooty video games and when characters build their firearms out of, like, toothpicks, bubblegum, and this stapler i found) but i'm sick of it. im SICK. i know that scifi authors can also write interesting science-based magic systems or monsters and fake animals, but i'm obsessed w/ the concept of magic-as-spiritual, and fantasy just has more of that for me than scifi does. (tbh the delineation between these genres blurs in a lot of areas, so i'm gonna post-answer declare this an UNFAIR QUESTION as well)

|| CHARACTER DESCRIPTION or SETTING DESCRIPTION ||

this is a fear-based answer; i remember that period of my life where everyone who was reading popular fiction was making fun of books which and authors who take the time to describe the appearances of their characters in any detail. i'm like terrified of creating the next ebony da'arkness dementia raven way. on the other hand i really need people to know what my characters look like because i have such clear pictures of them in my head and have been drawing them for years and years. on the OTHER other hand i distinctly remember cornelia funke telling me under no uncertain terms that dustfingers' hair was red (inkheart kids RISE UP) but picturing him with black hair regardless for three entire books, so up to a certain point character descriptions don't even matter. descriptions of settings, however, are the love of my life. it can be hard to balance describing key elements of a room-- or, like, to be a gamer again on my writing blog, interactable objects that Will be mentioned later in the scene --with chugging along with the plot. like striking that balance between giving readers all of the information but not just dumping a boring paragraph about the layout of a room that i have painstakingly detailed down to the table lamps on a map of the house i have open on my laptop. i think this can be important to establish atmosphere, but also the character of whoever occupies the space. lovise's house in wolf's tooth, for instance, is full of heavy, leather-upholstered furniture because while all werewolves are dense and heavy and often running through her home, she's also a classy bitch (as long as your definition of classy comes from, like, the 70s).

|| FIRST DRAFT or FINAL DRAFT ||

this one is EZ. first draft because i get to go completely insane. like spaghetti-meet-wall-level writing. if i get too into it and start doing something that doesn't work it doesn't even matter, i can cut it out and revisit it for another project and it's totally cool. i'm not gonna say i'm not stressed as fuck about wording or whatever at this stage, because i don't think i've ever been able to write anything without thinking it through To The Cadence Of The Sentences (not since i was , like, 11 and writing novels on loose-leaf paper during classes) but i feel like it's definitely Less stressful than the mad dash of revisions. but who's to say-- i've never gotten that far before.

|| LOVE TRIANGLE IN EVERYTHING or NO ROMANTIC ARCS ||

you're gonna make the polyamorous guy choose the love triangle option? really? i could cry. love triangles make me want to cry, but i'm also a stupid romantic asshole. a book with no romantic arcs can give me a lot to work with regardless, romantically, but i do love explicit romance so, so much. when there's a love triangle, at least there are endless jokes to make about how everyone has three hands or the guys arguing over the woman (i haven't read anything in another arrangement, but would be interested in any suggestions-- i trust you all to have my back on this and treat my gay person kindly) are redirecting their own attraction to each-other, etc. i love romance. have i said that?

|| CONSTANT SANDSTORM or RAINSTORM ||

<3 the rain. EZ . +ive been out in torrential rain so i can describe that sooooo good if i need to

AND NOW THAT WE'RE DONE MAKING CASPER ANSWER A CREATIVE MULTIPLE-CHOICE QUESTIONNAIRE:

i will tag (no pressure): @bingsoo-jung @hyuccubus @illusionofwriting @nvjackwrites @withlovelunette (and whoever else; i am curious)

#or #this or that tag game #this thing kicked my ass. i am disclaim everything so you best behavior

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erstwhilesparrow · 1 year

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bsd! i used to be so into bsd. i would love to hear your thoughts (about skk or otherwise!)

oh!! yes!! (taking this opportunity to say: i have read some of your bsd fic! it's so good. have actively recommended it to several people.)

i... feel like i should clarify up front that i've only seen the first three seasons of the anime? so. no idea what's up in the manga, in the latest season, etc. possibly this means i'm missing a bunch of important context! i dunno.

under a cut for length:

but! soukoku! they're weird for me because i have a really hard time reading them as straightforwardly liking / caring about each other? dazai, especially, doesn't strike me as someone who cares about chuuya in the ~obvious / tender way that he is often written in fanworks. (it consistently surprises me that there's so much fic about them and so little of it scratches the specific itch i want skk to scratch for me.) it's more like... ah, i'll just quote from when i talked about it once on discord:

there's definitely something to the dynamic of "i've known you since we were both teenagers and in some ways this means i trust you in the sense of i know we can work well as partners but in other ways i trust you in the sense that you are predictable to me and therefore ~safe"

it's like. the trust of "you are my partner, we work together, we know (more or less) how awful the other person can be" is maybe what other soukoku people are latching onto that i'm not getting completely, but there's also the trust of "you are a very smart, reliable pawn to me and i appreciate that" -- in both cases there is A Reason For Dazai To Rely On Chuuya but it's only when i consider both of them together that soukoku as a ship starts to be More Interesting to me, i think

and i don't want to fall into the thing of ~believing dazai's own propaganda--he's still a person, you can see the ways he's grown since leaving the port mafia--but i can't see dazai as having an easy time reconciling who he is with the ADA with who he is / was with chuuya. so. it's easier if chuuya is a pawn. i don't know if he's ever thought about chuuya past that point enough to form any other concept of him.

and re: chuuya's side of things:

i dunno if trauma-bonding is the right word here but it's like, "oh, you're like me in some key ways, and we've been through hellish stuff together, so now it feels like you're an integral part of my identity"?

possibly the fundamental thing is chuuya i can more easily read as being obsessed with dazai in a way that dazai is not with chuuya? which is both a really fun breakdown of the typical "homoerotic rivals obsession" that does some fun stuff to the power dynamic b/w them, and totally makes sense! when you repeatedly place your literal life in another person's hands over and over, that's gotta ~rewire your brain in some way so that they ~take up a significant chunk of your internal life

i like when they're bad for each other? when they each are most comfortable thinking of the other person as a weapon? and it's cool if they're openly, visibly, constantly obsessed with each other, but i'm equally if not more interested in an angle on them where they both have their separate lives but there is on some level an unresolved longing for the relief of the perfect, temporary cohesion they used to have with each other. they can't and won't ever resolve that and it's always going to sit there between them and ask questions neither of them can answer. it's not good, or tender, or kind, but. it was the thing it was.

i think of it as not dissimilar to the period of my life where i realized that i would have to put effort into being nice to people, and that was usually fine, but sometimes, fuck, i couldn't stop thinking about how good it would feel to be a bitch again. i know how to be cruel still. i know how to do this still. you know?

#chattering sparrow #'you know' i say. as if i have ever made a coherent tumblr post #anyway. now i'm curious about YOUR bsd thoughts #if you have any you would like to share

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toon-rp-finder · 1 month

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🌟Hello hello! My name is Spots (20 and she/her) and I’m currently looking for a One Piece (specifically the anime/manga) writing partner.

Specifically, I was hoping to do an OC x Canon roleplay with doubling because I’m a silly indulgent dumpster gremlin. That said, there are certain rules and facts to keep in mind:

•While my pairing is MxF, I am lgbtq+ friendly so feel free to hit me with any pairing on your side

• I prefer to rp on Discord but am down to try other formats just inform me.

•That said, I usually send check ins if you’re gone for 2-3 days. If this is irritating, let me know. That said, if you have to disappear for awhile please inform me.

•I usually prefer canon over AUs at least when I first rp with people but I am willing to do AUs if convinced. But with a world like One Piece, I do sort of wanna explore canonverse

•I am fine with NSFW just don’t want the plot to focus solely on that. No explicit DD stuff please. It really makes me uncomfortable

That said, if you’re interested, feel free to either reach out to me in DMs or interact with this post via likes or replies or reblogs and I shall reach out as soon as I can ^^

Hope to sail with ya!

You forgot to add an age range to your request if there's going to be NSFW in the RP, but otherwise it's all good 😉👍

#discord rp #anime rp #one piece rp #lgbtq+ friendly #canon x oc #male x female #canon rp #au rp

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lonita · 5 years

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Fill Watercolour Pans With Derwent Inktense Blocks, ArtBars, Watercolour Tube Paint, Watercolour/Pigment Stick, Other Wet Media that can be reactivated, Etcetera

If you decide that you're only going to use your various types of paint sticks as paint with a brush, rather than freehand to draw with, then here's some notes on how you can cut them down and put them into watercolour pans. This allows you to create multiple sets from one package of Derwent Inktense Blocks, for example, so that you can have a set for home and one for travel. How you cut and fill, though, is up to you.

Please note that all of the instructions are based on using full pans, not half pans - but the instructions can be tailored for the use of half-pans as well.

You will need:

empty full-size watercolour pans - which can be bought in various sizes of bulk packs (up to 100) from various sellers.

you can also use ice cube trays.

make sure to get opaque pans, as the clear ones are much harder to read text on.

a measuring tape - preferrably one you won't care about getting damaged or dirtied with pigment.

a Sharpie, or other permanent marker/pen.

an X-Acto, or other fine cutting knife.

paper towels, or other foldable paper/thin surface to cut on - a smooth surface is best, because it'll be easier to knock the smaller pieces onto a palette for later use. No sense in wasting!

shallow containers to put your filled pans in.

double-sided tape/velcro dots/thin magnets to affix your pants into the above.

toothpicks - for stirring wet media.

your Inktense blocks, ArtBars, or other water-soluble pigment/paint sticks/crayons, or paints.

Now, to work:

You can cut the blocks into any length you want, but if you're using full pans with your Inktense Blocks, you will cut the block into three lengths of 7/8 of an inch, and there'll be a small chunk left over; or cut them in four equally quartered parts..

Label the pan clearly using the Sharpie, with the name and/or number of the colour, and which set/collection it came from. Make sure to do this before filling the pans, so that nothing falls out as you're labelling them.

Labelling on the sides is best - colour name/number on one side, and the set name on the other.

Use whatever label coding works for you. But to save yourself some work, keep it simple. I used codes like DI for Derwent Inktense, DA for Derwent ArtBars (a discontinued product), DS for Daniel Smith, VG for Van Gogh, and so on. You can write the names out in full if you like, but there may not be enough space for that.

Note that, across brands, names might be the same but the colours no. It's important to label your pans with the brand or line so you know what to refill it with later, and so you know whose product you're using.

Make sure you do your cutting over a piece of paper, paper towel, or other movable surface, so that you can put all the shavings created when you cut the blocks into one of your pans, along with any chunks that may break off while you're putting the larger chunks into the pans.

Put two of the big chunks in each pan, and shake the leftover bits into one of the pans.

You can choose to only cut off enough to fill one pan at a time, and just replenish from your leftovers when you run out of the pan contents. If you do it this way, make sure you leave till last the end of the stick that has the colour number on it so you can keep track of what colour it is.

I did it two pans at a time, just to get the messy parts out of the way all at once, and it does also allow me to create two sets: one for home and one to carry with me or to gift.

As Derwent ArtBars (discontinued) are longer than Inktense blocks, you can fill just one pan at a time, cutting off two chunks from the ArtBar to fill a pan, and leaving the rest in its wrapper - leaving the end of the label with the colour name/number - to replenish from later. You can flll about three full pans with one ArtBar.

You can use the tip of your cutting knife to lift the edge of the labels off the ArtBars (and other similarly wrapped sticks), as it's not the easiest thing to get the labels off with a fingernail without ending up with paint under your nails. I suggest peeling the whole bar before you cut it, so you only have to do the peeling once, instead of multiple times. The ArtBars can get very sticky, and that makes it hard to get the wrappers off.

Make sure to clean your knife, hands, and cutting surface (if necessary) frequently, to avoid mixing colours together in the pans.

If you do mix two colours together by accident, mix them together well and label the pan appropriately. You've just created a new colour!

This is especially important to think about when mixing tube watercolour paint. I stirred a yellow with a toothpick that had a little green on it, because I'm daft, and ended up with a paint I hadn't intended. It was a nice ochre though!

Affix one side of double-sided tape to bottom of container, and stick your pans to it.

Alternately, one row of velcro dots or thin magnets to the bottom of the container, and another to the bottom of each of your pans to affix them. I'd go with the double-sided tape since it's the cheapest option, and easy to replace later on. (1) (2) (3)

If you're filling your pans with watercolour paints out of a tube, make sure to also label before filling. Fill the pan to almost the top, then stir gently for a bit to ensure the pigment and binder (which sometimes separate in the tube) are re-mixed.

This stirring also helps make sure that the paint spreads out to utilise the entire inside of the pan. Not doing the stirring to spread the paint out will mean that gaps will be left in the pan between the paint and the pan sides, as well as around the globs of paint itself, and you might need to squeeze more paint from the tube to fill the spaces.

Let this paint dry, and, if necessary, repeat the process until the pans are filled to a level that you're satisfied with.

Since sometimes even the smallest watercolour tubes might not fully empty into a full pan, you could - if you really felt like doing it - use ice cube trays instead - especially for larger tubes of paint.

You can also cut your other blocks and put them into ice cube trays, but that takes up a larger footprint.

Remember not to do this with anything but watercolour or gouache when it comes to tube paint, because acrylics and oils are not rewettable.

Whatever type of container you empty wet media into, make sure you cover them until they've dried into the container, to make sure no dust or other items end up in the paint. Watercolour paints, for example, can take a few days to dry; or, in the case of some honey-based paints, never fully dry at all. I put my pans into a closable plastic container that still allows some airflow but does cover them well and keeps them protected from contaminants while they dry. Covering them with a bowl on a countertop also works.

I used full pans because it's easier to load a long bristle brush with paint. With half pans you can only load a small portion of the bristles. (I do wish I could get empty gansai pans.) This may or may not be important to you.

As far as containters go, you can use either plastic or metal. A cookie sheet with a lid works, and you can also buy shallow lidded tins (as large as a sheet of printer paper) that can hold quite a large number of full pans.

You can fit 106 full pans into the original Derwent Inktense Blocks 72 set tin.

You can use traditional watercolour field palettes to put the pans in - that's what they're for. But the largest I've seen so far allows only up to 48 half pans or 24 full pans unless you remove the metal part that holds the pans. If you do, you can fit a much larger number of pans into the palette.

If you have the colours to warrant it, and the money, you could separate the colour groups each into their own field palette.

You can then create a swatch sheet that you can tape into the lid of the container.

When you've used up the contents of a pan, you can remove the permanent marker easily using a cloth and some rubbing alcohol. Make sure to do this in a well-ventilated area.

This process could be used on Caran d'Ache Neocolor IIs or other water-soluble crayons/pastels, with the wholes or the shavings thereof, and even with your water-soluble pencils if you're willing to shave 'em up.

There's also a couple of videos on YouTube that give you tips on how to make your own PanPastel style pastels out of regular soft pastels (like the Gallery by Mungyo) and rubbing alcohol. Watercolour pans would work a treat for the storage of such.

Brands I used include:

Sennelier (watercolour)

Derwent (Artbars, Inktense blocks, Inktense paint pans)

Daniel Smith (tube watercolours, watercolour sticks)

Holbein (watercolour)

Turner (watercolour, gouache)

Van Gogh (watercolour)

Rembrandt (watercolour)

Jack Richeson (gouache)

Winsor & Newton (gouache)

QOR (watercolour)

From left to right: Derwent ArtBar, Derwent Inktense Block, Rembrandt Watercolour (tube), and Daniel Smith Watercolor Stick.

UPDATE: 2018 11 04

Things I’ve learned so far.

Jack Richeson gouache in pots separates like a mad bastard, and the balance of binder to pigment was not consistent across all colours. The pots were so poorly balanced that some were like stirring through water and others were like trying to stir through chunky pudding. It was not even possible, with some of the pots, to stir them to a consistant viscosity. I might have had a bad batch and all, but I will not be purchasing these ever again.

Using two-sided glue dots to secure the pans to the cookie sheet can be hit and miss, and not terribly secure. However, they are good enough to keep the pans in place when moving them from storage to use. I would not suggest waving your pans in the air like you just don'tcare. That way lies a disaster. The more you touch/dirty them, the less clingy they are.

If you use large cookie sheets as I did, plan for a large work surface to lay them on when using, or use smaller cookie sheets or something stackable. The large ones are not light enough to use as a palette you can hold while working. Yes you can buy snap on plastic covers, but they cost more than the pans do. Plastic wrap works a treat, or wax paper or tin foil. Use whatever keeps the dust off. The cookie sheets make a nice catch-all for dripped paint, so function as a palette that way.

Honey-based watercolours do indeed take much longer to dry in a pan, if they ever do, which they mostly don’t. I will be sticking with non-honey paints for the forseeable future because of that. It’s got nothing to do with quality, I just don’t want to deal with it.

I suck at filling pans, despite knowing full well how it’s done.

I am in no way bothered by that.

On the right are gouache, watercolours, and watercolour sticks. On the left are ArtBars, Inktense blocks, Inktense paint pans.

UPDATE: 2019 02 20

Behold - all of my watercolours and gouache.

I have finally solved the space-saving storage problem in a completely satisfactory manner - with a plastic document holder.

There seems to be enough gap to allow air flow, so no mold/mustiness as you can get with some airtight cases.

You can prop it open with the locking clips to allow paints to dry faster between sessions.

When closed, the lid is plenty far from the tops of full pans - but don’t overfill them. And, do not be witless and put your cellphone down on the closed lid, causing it to sag, or you will most assuredly end up with a dollop of M. Graham Turquoise on the inside of the lid. It’s a good thing it’s plastic. It’ll work as a palette too, that lid. Just don’t close it over until it’s dry.

All pans snug with glue dots.

It will hold 112 full pans.

And yes, I do have a need-to-have-all-the-colours problem, which is not a problem. Some folks think it's not the habit of a "real" artist, but I choose to ignore that limitation and press on with my bad 'abit. UPDATE: 2020 01 22 One could do this with Caran d'Ache Neocolor IIs or other water-soluble crayons/pastels, with the wholes or the shavings thereof, and even with your water-soluble pencils if you're willing to shave ‘em up. There's also a couple of videos on YouTube that give you tips on how to make your own PanPastel style pastels out of regular soft pastels (like the Gallery by Mungyo) and rubbing alcohol. Watercolour pans would work a treat for the storage of such.

Notes:

Using two-sided glue dots to secure the pans to the cookie sheet can be hit and miss, and not terribly secure. However, they are good enough to keep the pans in place when moving them from storage to use. I would not suggest waving your pans in the air like you just don't care. That way lies a disaster. The more you touch/dirty them, the less clingy they are.

If you use large cookie sheets as I did, plan for a large work surface to lay them on when using, or use smaller cookie sheets or something stackable. The large ones are not light enough to use as a palette you can hold while working. Yes you can buy snap-on plastic covers, but they can be quite pricey. Plastic wrap works a treat, or wax paper or tin foil. Use whatever keeps the dust off. The cookie sheets make a nice catch-all for dripped paint, so function as a palette that way.

I went with a plastic document holder to store the pans in, as they took up a much smaller footprint and were considerably lighter. There's enough air flow to allow things to dry, but also to prevent mold/mustiness as you can get with some airtight cases. You can prop it open with the locking clips to allow paints to dry faster between sessions. When closed, the lid is plenty far from the tops of full pans - but don't overfill them. And, do not be witless and put your cellphone down on the closed lid, causing it to sag, or you will most assuredly end up with a dollop of M. Graham Turquoise on the inside of the lid. It's a good thing it's plastic. It'll work as a palette too, that lid. Just don't close it over until it's dry. The average document holder will hold 112 full pans.

Don't forget to work on some swatches so that you can see how all your supplies look in use.

#art #watercolour #journal #art info

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theo is such a refreshing bl protagonist for me. i’m very used to the classic oblivious/shy protagonists in bl (and there’s nothing wrong that! many of my faves fit that description i adore them) but seeing theo who knows what he wants from the very beginning, who doesn’t really shy away and is assertive (also unbelievably Horny)? delightful. his character is so fascinating!!! it’s about the layers!! it’s about assuming he’s a certain type of character at the start and then slowly discovering that he’s very different from first impressions!! And i’ve consumed so much one-sided pining that akktheo’s mutual pining grabbed me by the throat and has not let go 😭 i’m in love with the way they’re equally insane over each other. sorry for the long rant!! i love your blog and reading your tags about theo made me happy :))

oh, anon!!! this is so sweet!! don't apologize for the length, this was wonderful to read and made my morning completely

i super agree with you on all of this! theo is SUCH a great bl protag and refreshing is a great word to use for him bc he is. it's so clear to us as the audience that, from day one, theo likes akk. we see him in his interactions with akk. we see him in his interactions with others. we know that this is a boy who is very specific about what he allows others to see from him and that's pretty much established in the first two episodes.

i think about the circles of intimacy, right? just who is allowed near a person within the certain degrees they're given. theo is so specifically careful about the people he allows within his circles and just how much they're allowed before their permissions are revoked, clearly and concisely. i've never seen a bl protag be THIS direct about how boundaries and what he will accept and not accept.

it's crazy to me! bc sometimes this sort of behavior only comes from the more... cold and distant characters? not so much the protagonists usually bc like you said, they're usually oblivious and shy and imo, adorably dopey. but the love interests who are like "this is who is allowed near me / this is who is not allowed near me" and that starts a conflict with the protag who is like "well clearly I'M not allowed in that space" and that's a big chunk of the conflict of the show. not a bad thing! i love it, usually! (heck, one of my favorite dudes, sarawat, is this type completely.)

but theo is so different bc he is BOTH the protagonist AND allowed to set really firm boundaries. AND on top of that, he is not cold or distant either. he is a sweet boy who is actually quite friendly and sensitive and optimistic, even if he's a little guarded bc of his wealth/background.

in fact, i would argue that akk is closer to the traditional bl protag. here we have an insecure guy, from a poor background, who is in love with his rich childhood friend. who doesn't think he deserves to be in love with him because of it. who would rather place himself in a sidekick type role out of insecurity in order to help his friend find people who are "worthy" of him (bc clearly he is not). how many times have we seen that from a bl protag?

i would also argue that's why people misread theo so much in the finale and got defensive over akk bc we are used to the scenario where the insecure poor character is swept away by the more assertive rich character. when really, the only way for akk to find his agency in his love for theo was to do it himself.

so yeah, this got a bit away from me but tl;dr i love theo so much too bc he really does break a lot of the conventions of your typical bl protag and what you expect out of them. we are in full agreement there.

#enchante #akk x theo #theo asawa ekanan #squee chats #anon #god i love theo!!!!!!!!!! what the hell!!!!!!!

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Sensate Focus

A bitch takes one Human Sexuality class and gets stuck on the fucking Sensate Focus bullshit then has to write a fic about it. Its me. I’m the bitch. 😂

Warnings: Geralt is self depriciating-whats new, insecure jask, insecure geralt, overwhelmed by touch, big vulnerability, they’re in couple’s therapy, so like, its a rocky relationship, we got some connection building and cuteness in the end too, its not all bad, mentions of sex, nudity but like not in a smutty way, for once I dont think i used a single swear word? I had big feels while writing it i really hope they translated lmao.

I am but a humble psych major, not an actual therapist, so plz don’t come at me if shit isn’t accurate. I tried my best.

Also this is under a cut for a reason, not just length. If you are easily triggered by touch starved type fics this is not for you. It gets emotionally heavy plz read with caution.

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“You want us to what?”

“Come on, Geralt. You said you’d try.”

“I- no. Just- why? What’s the point?”

Both Geralt and Jaskier turned to their therapist, each equally confused and a little scared.

The tiny woman kept her face completely impassive and answered his question, “The exercise helps people get out of their heads and reacquaint themselves with, not only being open with their partner, but also slowing down and enjoying touch for touch sake. Without being so focused on the end goal of sex or pleasing a partner, people can begin to refocus on the connection attachment theorists claim is the underlying motivation for sex without reproduction in the first place.”

Geralt swallowed hard. This was for him and he knew it. He’d said it himself, he was fucking terrified of failure and rejection and that absolutely extended to Jaskier. His husband. Of five years. Who’d been with him for ten. Logically it made no fucking sense, but the woman with the PhD had told him this was rather normal for a child of divorce as if he’d said he didn’t like horseradish sauce. He didn’t see how being scared of your spouse secretly hating you was normal in the slightest.

He glanced over at Jaskier who sat at the other end of the black leather sofa picking at his nails. When they’d gotten married they’d laze around all day just holding each other and talking. It was safe and sweet and Geralt couldn’t for the life of him remember how it was tainted.

“Alright,” he grunted, “What’re the rules again?”

The next afternoon they’d carved out an hour and a half with no distractions, no phones, not even any music to Jaskier’s dismay. Apparently that was against the ‘guidelines - not rules’.

They stood in their bedroom, lights dimmed and curtains drawn, as much for the ambiance as for the privacy. Geralt felt his stomach flip flop as he stepped out of his clothes, feeling a bit ridiculous. It’s not as if this was the first time they’d seen each other naked, but it was the first time they were to spend ‘as much time as necessary’ -whatever that meant- touching each other, one at a time.

Jaskier dropped his clothes in the laundry bin and stood with his arms crossed, almost like he was hiding, “Right. So… Do you want to go first? Maybe go over things again?”

“Do you want to go first?” Geralt asked, immediately drawing his bottom lip between his teeth to gnaw at the peeling skin.

“I just want to know why you look so scared, to be honest,” Jaskier breathed.

Geralt took a deep breath, reminding himself that he wasn’t the only one being vulnerable here, “Not scared. Just nervous.”

“Rules then?”

Geralt nodded, “No talking. No, uh, erogenous zones. No sex. No kissing. If you don’t like something or it’s a big turn on or it tickles, move the other person’s hand.” the weight in his chest lessened a little bit, this really was simple. Just touching Jask. Something he’d done a million times. Hell he might not even get anything out of it. He didn’t need to be so damned worried about things going wrong.

“If you get overwhelmed think about temperature and texture and how it feels. Don’t think about what the other person is thinking or feeling. The only bit that matters is moving their hand,” Jaskier added, his posture relaxing ever so slightly as he rocked up on his toes and back down.

Geralt stepped a little closer, holding out his pinky finger, “We don’t stay still if we don’t like something.” He said it more to reassure Jaskier than anything.

Jask hooked his pinky around Geralt’s and smiled, “No barreling through,” he agreed.

“Can I, uhm… go first?” Geralt kept their pinkies hooked together as he let their hands hang between them.

Jaskier looked surprised, but nodded fervently, “Of course!”

“Okay,” Geralt pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair before stepping a bit closer, hovering both of his hands over jaskier’s shoulders, “So I just-?”

Jaskier nodded and whispered, “No talking, love.”

Geralt let out an amused huff, the irony of the words bringing a soft smile to his face. He took a deep breath in and slowly let it out as he placed his hands over Jaskier’s arms.

Sensations. He could do this. He was doing this.

Jaskier’s arms were soft, both in texture and in feel, giving way to Geralt’s fingers ever so slightly when he squeezed. He trailed his hands down over Jaskier’s elbows, noting the patches of dry skin over the joints that Jask had been scandalized by in college. His forearms had more hair, but it was softer than Geralt’s, silky even, and nice to touch. Geralt trailed his fingers down Jaskier’s wrist and back up, watching as the little hairs stood on end but seemed to stick to the pads of his fingers as he moved past them. When he noticed the goosebumps he glanced up to Jaskier with mild panic in his eyes, worried he’d already fucked it up and made him uncomfortable. But his husband just nodded, a light smile on his lips.

Temperature. Back to task.

Geralt picked up Jaskier’s hand, holding it in one of his as he skimmed his fingers over his knuckles and calluses. His palms were warmer than the back of his hand and it seemed every spot where his skin had built up from use was just a tad colder than the thinner skin next to it.

He gently guided Jaskier’s hand back down and trailed his hand up his arm, ghosting his fingers over his collar bone. He thought about how much softer this skin was, and how it made the butterflies in his stomach go wild as he moved back and forth over the spot a few times. He liked the pleasant little pitfall of his stomach, not arousal but not unlike it, just a little higher in his abdomen and lighter. He moved his other hand to mirror his movement’s on Jaskier’s other shoulder, palms soon coming to rest over his chest almost on their own.

Geralt was so aware of his hands they almost felt numb. It made him think of one of those motor skills brain maps where it showed how much of your brain was devoted to moving which part of your body. Those huge chunks devoted to his hands must have been screaming.

Jaskier gasped as a bit of his chest hair got caught in Geralt’s ring as he swept his hands downward. Geralt gave him an apologetic look but just got a grin and slight shake of his head in return instead of the shock he expected.

Geralt continued, moving his hands in slow circles over Jaskier’s abdomen and hips and flanks, marveling at the warmth he felt not only under his hands but spreading through his chest. He let his hands rest above Jaskier’s hips, just at the bottom of his ribs and watched as his hands slowly moved apart and back together in time with Jaskier’s breath. It looked like such a small movement, but when he closed his eyes he felt like he was throwing his arms wide open. He tried matching his breathing to Jaskier’s, but that was close to overwhelming, so he moved on, refocusing on the texture and thickness of his chest hair as he moved up to his neck.

One of his hands stayed resting on Jaskier’s chest as his other brushed up the side of his neck with the backs of his fingers. Even with such light pressure he could feel the thick ropes of muscle and tendons under his skin. It was warmer over his pulse point and Geralt’s breath hitched when he felt the little thump of a heartbeat under his fingers. He closed his eyes for a moment, surprised to find himself taking a deep breath, not out of fear or frustration, but to sink into the feeling as much as he could. He counted the beats, making a note of how comforting the feeling was. The longer he held his fingers in place, the softer the beats became, until they leveled out to a soft and steady thrum.

When Geralt opened his eyes the beats picked up, matching the strange look on Jaskier’s face. Geralt moved his hand over his jaw and back a few times. He could almost hear the ridges of his fingerprints catching on Jaskier’s stubble as he traced over his upper lip.

He felt a soothing sense of familiarity when his fingers grazed along the outline of Jaskier’s lips. His body latched onto the feeling and he found himself starting to get watery eyes as he reacquainted himself with the thin pink skin. He remembered their first kiss and how much it scared him even though he craved it so completely. He remembered kissing Jaskier over and over and over when they’d finally said ‘i love you’ and dropped the casual pretense. He remembered their kiss at their wedding, soft, firm, and a little wet with happy tears.

An annoying voice that sounded an awful lot like their therapist sounded off in his head, “This is what I was trying to tell you, asshat. Focus on the positive.”

Geralt smiled despite the sharp tug behind his eyes that told him he might cry, and brushed his fingers up over the thin skin beneath Jaskier’s eyes, careful not to press hard enough to catch and pull at the blueish skin. He traced his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones and hollows, his chin, and his cupid’s bow, all with that same surprisingly pleasant near-tears feeling in his chest. He watched Jaskier’s eyes watching him as he carded one hand through his hair.

That was what did it, what made the tears start to dribble down his cheeks as his hands continued to gently comb through his husband’s hair. The look of wonder and relief he was met with was overwhelming. He felt a bit of guilt, sure. Guilt for letting things get as bad as they’d been, but he was overwhelmed by how much love he felt. It permeated his whole body and the air around him. He hadn’t even felt this in the beginning; this was a settled and sure feeling, not the frantic need he’d felt before.

Geralt pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes, sending a fresh wave of tears over his cheeks as he brushed his hands over Jaskier’s back. He traced his spine, counted every rib, and outlined his shoulder blades with the tips of his fingers.

Their fronts were pressed together, but technically it wasn’t against any rule, so neither of them moved back. Geralt’s hands moved to the dip in Jaskier’s hips, his thumbs brushing over the place where his skin creased when he sat and Jaskier wrapped his hands around his wrists. A warm puff of air washed over Geralt’s face as Jaskier breathed a small laugh and moved his hands up. Surprisingly enough, Geralt was only amused by being moved, filing the information away for later as he settled for measuring Jaskier’s breaths again, now leaning into the full body tingle he felt when they both exhaled.

He wanted to stay right there for hours, but he suddenly wanted Jaskier to touch him. More than that, he wanted Jaskier to feel like him. He gave his sides a gentle squeeze as he straightened up and rocked back a bit, making the smallest bit of space between them.

“Switch,” he whispered, the soft sound coming out like crunching gravel in the charged silence.

He let his hands fall to his sides as he opened his eyes, a little relieved to see he wasn’t the only one crying.

Jaskier immediately reached up to cup Geralt’s cheeks and brush the tears away. It was odd, having to stay still when Jask was right there, when he could still feel the echoes of the sensations in his hands. But he stayed put, if for nothing else than the look of cautious excitement Jaskier was wearing.

He wanted to tell him there was no need, that he would gladly spend the rest of the day standing in the dim light of their bedroom, silently taking turns softly caressing each other. But rules were rules.

Jaskier drew his hands a little closer together over his cheeks, making sure all the tears were smudged away with his thumbs as Geralt’s eyes fluttered shut. The warmth of his hands was soothing, especially when Jaskier slowly brushed his thumbs over Geralt’s eyelids. As Jaskier dragged his fingers over Geralt’s chin and brushed the backs of his fingers back up and over his cheeks, Geralt almost started to feel dizzy. He forced his eyes open and focused on watching Jaskier’s face.

His tongue stuck out between his lips as his hands fluttered down his nose and to his lips. A wistful smile graced his features as he brushed over the chapped skin, pulling his bottom lip down just enough so when he let go it popped when it jumped back up to meet his top lip. Geralt tried not to smile, wanting him to do it again, but raised an eyebrow. Jaskier openly grinned and popped his lip a few more times before smoothing his thumb over it. He tucked some hair behind Geralt’s ear and cupped his hands around the base of his neck, gently pressing his thumbs into the tense muscles.

A shiver ran down Geralt’s back as Jaskier brushed his hands out and over his shoulders, thumbing circles over the points where muscle just barely covered bone. Geralt watched his eyes, watched the little crows feet get deeper when he smiled and watched his brows lift up and together.

It occurred to him then that Jaskier might have been just as lonely as he was, that the exuberant extrovert he’d married wanted this as badly as he did. It truly never crossed his mind until he saw it written plain as day on Jaskier’s face; he wasn’t the only one with insecurities in their relationship.

Every bone in his body wanted to pick Jaskier up and crush him to his chest. The trails of goosebumps his fingers left over his skin made it even harder not to, but Jask was enjoying this. He’d even go so far as to say he was lost in it. Rules be damned, Geralt couldn’t take this away from him if he’d wanted to.

When Jaskier’s hands ghosted over his navel he shivered and let his eyes flutter closed. If he wasn’t going to break and move he should at least lean into it.

However, being held without expectations, without needing, or even being allowed, to do or say anything in return was beginning to seem overwhelming. How had Jaskier just stood there and watched him? How could anyone just stand and constantly be told with the light brush of someone else’s knuckles over their cheek that they were desired and cherished? When the hands pressed to his chest told him over and over that he was loved, what kind of escape was there?

One of Jaskier’s hands once again brushed his tears away and he leaned into it, lip trembling as he looked up at the ceiling trying to compose himself. Jaskier would have none of it, gently tilting his head down until their noses brushed and he was forced to look into his watery blue eyes.

He needed this. Geralt was terrified but Jaskier’s expression spoke of a yearning that ran so deep even he probably couldn’t put a name to it. Geralt licked his lips and offered a watery smile, feeling warm relief when Jaskier smiled back and ran his hands down his arms to rest behind his elbows. He squeezed the meat behind his arms, the tops of his forearms, the tendons in his wrist, making his fingers involuntarily curl. Geralt didn’t move, he barely breathed, as Jaskier watched his own hands roam over Geralt’s like he’d never seen anything like it.

When he stopped trying to run the sensation faded to a dull roar. Jaskier’s hands were warm and his breath across his skin was gentle. Geralt might even admit he felt a little bit worthy of the adoration in his husband’s eyes after a few minutes.

Jaskier’s touches were light in some places, firm and grounding in others. Like when he circled his arms around Geralt and pressed his palms into the small of his back, resting his forehead where his collar bones met. Geralt had no idea how something so simple could make him feel so weak. He knew it wasn’t entirely true, but it felt like the only thing holding him up was Jaskier’s touch. When he rocked back, even if it was only an inch or so, Geralt had to fight not to follow him.

Jaskier rested his hands over his ribs, just above his elbows, and stared into his eyes.

They’d agreed to say ‘end’ with their therapist. That’s what Geralt was waiting for. So when Jaskier whispered ‘enough’ and gave him a gentle squeeze it was all he could do to bite down on his lip and keep quiet. Of course he would say enough. The one word Geralt had struggled with from day one. Being enough always felt impossible, but he could begin to think of it as a bit more attainable standing in their dim bedroom without a sound in the world other than their breathing.

He nodded and they both picked up their notepads and scribbled down the notes they were supposed to. Geralt’s was just a list of words but he didn’t care, he filled most of the page and chucked it on the bedside table before tugging on his sweats.

When he looked up for Jaskier he found him staring at him, worry on his brow and pen hovering over what looked like a second nearly full page.

“Do you, maybe want some tea while you write?”

He licked his lips and nodded, adjusting the blanket wrapped around his shoulders before going back to frantically scratching words onto his page.

Geralt gently closed the door after him and took a deep shaky breath as he padded into their bright kitchen, running his hands through his hair. The kettle seemed to take forever with how fast his mind was racing, replaying every bit he could to lodge it in his memory.

Jaskier was just closing his notebook and setting it on top of his laptop when he opened the door with his foot, careful not to spill any hot liquid on the carpet.

“Thank you,” Jaskier whispered, taking his cup and sitting at the foot of the bed.

Geralt joined him and draped an arm over his blanket wrapped shoulders, “Of course.”

They slurped at their mugs in silence until Geralt was able to take a full sip without scalding the roof of his mouth.

Jaskier’s voice was soft as he spoke, the air from his words interrupting the steam drifting up from his mug, “Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm,” Geralt leaned in just a hair.

“Why did you look up?” Jaskier rested his head on Geralt’s shoulder as he asked and it took Geralt a moment to remember he was supposed to answer.

“I…” he took a deep breath to pull his words together before he mis-stepped, “You stood still and watched me, and looked happy… and I wanted to do that for you… but I started crying again and I-hm. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t want to be there-here. Wherever.”

One of Jaskier’s hands drifted from his mug to Geralt’s thigh, “I was just worried.”

“Didn’t translate, huh?” Geralt asked, giving him a light squeeze.

“Not quite,” Jaskier chirped, almost giggling.

Geralt hummed and pressed a kiss to the top of Jaskier’s head, “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. Now I know.”

There were a few more moments of silence before Geralt chuckled, “I didn’t realize your hips were so ticklish.”

Jaskier snorted, an attempt at sipping his tea absolutely aborted to save a spill, “I’ve never been ticklish, Geralt.”

Geralt set his tea on his knee and tilted Jaskier’s chin up to look at him, suddenly concerned, “What didn’t you like about me touching your hips?”

Jaskier’s goofy smile turned a little sly, “Absolutely nothing. In fact,” he started, taking both their half finished teas and setting them on the window sill before turning to envelop Geralt in the blanket with him, pulling him down onto the bed, “I liked it a bit too much.”

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godofsexdrugsandrocknroll · 3 years

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Kali took Blake's hentai out of her room and is now openly watching it in the living room, with Blake and other people still in the house.

The point where Kali should feel ashamed of what she’d done? Come and past - probably right around the time that the animated wolf faunus with the light gray hair, gray wolf ears and large, equally light gray eyes tried to speak around the length of cock pistoning in her mouth with little regard to the fact that this was the woman’s mouth and not, in fact, the pussy, that the human male was pounding relentlessly with spit flying everywhere.

“Iff shfo glurff muffar!” Indeed.

But truly, who could blame her? After years of dealing with her daughters absence, suddenly having Blake willing to live with them was a new experience and one she probably wasn’t dealing the best with. After all, most mothers wouldn’t dream of snooping the way she did. But for all that Blake Belladonna, one of the eight 24 year old “Heroes of Remnant”, inspired awe and hope in the people of Remnant and even more in the faunus community, well...Kali remembered the little girl who’d once seen a package of fruit snacks with red gummy fish, promptly ripped it open and devoured the bag before rolling on the floor, spitting chunks of the fruity treat while disgustedly proclaiming “cherry flavored!” over and over again.

Charismatic, impassioned leader of the Faunus Civil Rights Coalition or not, there was a distance between mother and daughter created by the latter’s 12 year absence in her mothers life.

They tried of course, but Blake was used to her freedom and Kali was a creature of habit, perpetually uncaring of what many called “the line” but still desperately trying to reconnect with her daughter.

So the fact that Kali scoped out the usual spots for teenage contraband when she cleaned her daughters room really shouldn’t come as a surprise. Ghira certainly hadn’t been when Kali had, giggly as she approached, revealed the contents of a lock box Blake hid under piles of increasingly tiny and intricate undergarments. Granted it was just old photos of them together, a cheap plastic ring with a cartoonish lion heard stretching down to the knuckle and pieces of fabric that smelled of the two of them rather than anything else, but it was the thought that mattered.

She of course neglected to mention to Ghira where she had found it, amidst of a sea of panties, thongs and even a g-string or two. Where she was curious, Ghira would have been ill.

So she’d kept snooping, impressed not just at the collection of underthings her daughter owned (and very amused that her own predilection for the sexier, the better had been passed onto Blake), but at the false bottom that had been discovered and...well, novelty might be the right word for things like the crotchless panties she found there.

Then she’d found other things. A collection of muscle magazines hidden carefully behind a dresser that had seen use judging by the crinkled paper, but not recently given the finger shaped spots on the otherwise dusty covers. Lube carefully stacked behind her books.

A chest full of devices, from dildos to wands to toys and more than a few strap ons. And while Kali was surprised at the amount, she was less so when she remembered that her daughter was in a relationship with a rather...well, the polite term would be ‘generously well endowed’ blonde who was openly vulgar about what the two of them got up to behind doors; when it was just Yang (said blonde) and Blake, in what they thought was the privacy of an empty room.

The collection of nearly three dozen cases advertising Mistralian hentai hidden in a crawl space however had thrown Kali for a loop. And, well, you know what they say about curiosity and cats.

And so Kali stared wide eyed at the covers depicting cutesy anime girls, most of them faunus, in various poses and stages of undress. There was Faunus Fuck Frenzy, vol. 32 - where apparently three faunus best friends were captured in a jungle and fucked into full blown ahegao faces by tribal looking, human natives if the cover was anything to go by.

Watashi no kōkō no tōnamentoāku - a dog faunus with short brown hair, floppy bloodhound ears and breasts the size of beach balls in nothing but a pair of spandex shorts and biceps, abs that were intimidating in their intensity...but was covered forehead to navel in semen, the bodies of unconscious teenage boys and their cocks of varying size left defeated on the ground in the cover’s background.

Others, too. One where the blue haired bluebird faunus was a loli and surrounded by leering men. Another where a golden haired, golden eyed snake faunus had her faunus feature, her exceptionally long forked tongue, wrapped around a penis that was closer to the size of arm and was bulging with veins with her curvaceous body on all fours. A bushy tailed squirrel faunus bound, gagged in a contortionist’s nightmare with the shadow of a grinning man behind her.

By the time Kali saw it - it being what she was watching now, a lonely single faunus mother checking out a sex club while her children were being babysat - it was too late. Blake had arrived with her girlfriend Yang, Kali’s personal assistant, the ex-terrorist Ilia, Yang’s sister Ruby and her not-a-boyfriend Oscar Pine and the blonde, suit clad boyfriend of the Schnee heiress, Jaune Arc.

So Kali had used the kind of speed that made her a popular choice for stealth missions back when she was in the White Fang and put every single case back in the crawlspace and had all but teleported into the living room, smiling and nodding as Blake mentioned that the group was going to go discuss something-something-faunus-something-something-SDC-something-something-if-you’d-make-us-some-dinner-that-would-be-lovely-thank-you-love-you-bye.

Kali’s breathing had returned to normal even if her heart still pounded and she’d pulled Amongst Sheep from behind her back and stared at the lonely MILF, stunned at her daughter’s kinkiness. There’d been exactly 41 films in the crawlspace and aside from the muscular bloodhound faunus who’d apparently fucked her way through at least 11 different teenage boys to claim some sort of victory, each and every cover seemed to depict faunus getting dicked down by human males. Or the occasional female, sometimes simply female and other times with a dick dangling between their thighs. The faunus in question seemed to love it and almost seemed subservient to the ones doing the fucking.

While Kali was amused at her daughters apparent kink especially in light of her place as a faunus rights spokeswoman of great fame, there was a much larger problem. Staring at them all had made her unquestionably horny to the point of wetness. But Blake, her girlfriend and her friends were home. Ghira was in the kitchen just two rooms away, making a large meal for their guests happily after she asked him to do so. There were workers in the back of the house, rebuilding their back wall after Ghira had hip tossed an assassin of the rapidly dwindling White Fang remnants through it last week.

A reasonable, sane woman would have hid it and enjoyed it in the privacy of her own room later that night. Maybe give Ghira a ride while she watched it after convincing him she rented it over the scrollnet for added fun. But the idea of watching it in her living room, a living room that was open to all of the house with no doors, her husband far enough away to know she was watching something but not what and her daughter, her friends only a single floor up? With her room right above the living room?

The disc was in, Kali’s legs were spread after removing her hakama and her modest breasts were exposed to the warm air, her fingers immediately tracing her slick folds.

The plot had gone from 0 to 60 in what seemed like record time (but was probably only 20 minutes or so), the mother surrounded by horny human men while her fellow faunus were in various poses of submission. The mother partaking in the orgy and rapidly spiraling from a stereotypically sweet woman with the kind of body only art could give, to a sex crazed lunatic thanking her “master” for fucking her mouth even as her makeup ran, her dump truck of a rear was being molested by a faceless human behind her and her gargantuan tits bounced from the force of the careless facefucking all while she squealed, even as the humans made crude and rather disparaging remarks about faunus women.

Ghira: [From the kitchen] Enjoying yourself, dear?

Kali’s breath hitched as her fingers pushed in deep and she grinned, curling them as a jolt ran up her spine as the wolf faunus - Lupa, she remembered - squealed once more, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunks at the deluge of jizz firing impossibly from the human.

Kali: Oh of course, darling! There’s a program about human-faunus interactions that’s just fascinating!

She heard no response but could practically hear her husbands indulgent chuckle. As Lupa now hoarsely begged for the man who’d been fucking her mouth to “shut his stupid dog right back up!” the floor creaked and someone moved around a bit. Kali bit her lip, eyes catching the closed window and the worker carrying tools by. Her left hand had since been massaging her right tit for some time now and she tweaked the brownish nipple on her olive skinned titty, moaning harshly as Lupa suddenly screeched! The man who’d been squeezing her cheeks had pushed her face down into a puddle of spit and spunk and forced himself in an ass that not even she could compete with! She watched as the warbling moans of the anime MILF grew in intensity.

Kali: [Sputtering] And now we’re even getting to see a faunus tribe and how they survived in the Grimmlands!

Ghira: [From the kitchen] That’s nice dear.

Kali: So nice! Really Ghira, you would not believe some of their customs!

Or her own, at this point throwing any concern of being caught out of her mind. The floor had creaked as if someone had tossed themselves on Blake’s bed, likely Blake herself after hashing out a particularly tough point. The thought of Ghira finding her was exciting, of her husband’s disbelief that she’d be so bold. One of the workers? Well, Ghira would likely punish her for giving them such a show but the idea of teasing them so cruelly, knowing that they would remember this for quite some time but never be able to do more than furiously jack their cocks off to the memory of it and just how hard Ghira would give it to her, pushing her face in a pillow as he flattened her exceptional cheeks with his angry downstrokes. Blake and her friends? As a third finger entered her lightly squelching pussy - as Lupa followed an order and lapped up at the puddle as her nearly yoga ball sized cheeks rippled in constant motion - and her palm started slapping against her clit, she squealed at the sudden increase in pleasure.

Blake would be beyond humiliated. At her shameless mother, at her own filthy little secret being discovered by anyone other than perhaps Yang. Not to mention that both Oscar and Jaune would commit this site to their memory banks, perhaps even as their flush faced friends lambasted them for their obvious erections!

The floor creaked more, as if they were moving and Kali twisted her nipple, watching as the MILF on screen started wailing from the anal assault, the man having both hands in her grey hair and pulling her head back. As the animation gave way to the light grey eyes rolling towards her nose as her tongue flopped out, Lupa’s face got steadily redder. In return Kali gasped at the mixture of pleasure and pain coming from her right tit, using her left hand to awkwardly do the same to her left and moaning as a shadow passed the window behind their television.

Ghira: [From the kitchen] Dear? Is something wrong?

Kali couldn’t help it. The thought of being caught was too good, the knowledge that this was what her daughter liked - something so disrespectful, base and diametrically opposed to her own beliefs - and the way she was handling her own body made her let out a louder groan.

Lupa: [Television] “...myself that day, lost the woman who put her children first... to big. Fat. Yummy. Human. COCK!!!! AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”

Kali: Oh no, Ghira! Just a quote from another bigot!

Kali’s fingers were now a blur, an eye on the window where no worker stood and an ear on her husbands response, the sound of a load of cum being pumped into an animated faunus whose face showed no signs of intellgence as a faceless human filled her anus with his release, squeezing each asscheek so aggressively he was clearly holding booty fat between his hands.

Ghira: [From the kitchen] You know how it is, freedom of speech. Is it at least handled...

She knew what he meant. Is the documentary at least attacking the negative opinion, showing how wrong it is?

Lupa: [Television] “--aaauuuuuwwwwsho good~” [giggling drunkenly]

She was close. Her heels clunked lightly against the table in front of her couch as she adjusted her legs, opening them wider as she now alternated between full thrusts and thumbing the clit, beneath her thick patch of black pubic hair. The scene changed several times, to Lupa’s ankles and wrists bound as a man pumped her full of cum. Another where a group of university aged humans were busily raining down an amount of cum only possible in hentai as Lupa serviced two cocks, one with her mouth and the other with her hand. A married couple sandwiching Lupa between them with Lupa’s cheeks being squished by the human taking her in doggy, excess ass fat bunching up as Lupa screamed into the man’s wife, her hairy human cunt. Another where Lupa sat on the counter of a sandwhich shop as an older, balding man stood between her legs as her eyes fluttered and the slick sound of her sex, of unexpected squirting. One final scene showing Lupa lying upon her shoulders, legs spread in a perfect split as a muscled man fucked down into her as she screamed “Master!” over and over.

To a final scene where a school bus pulled away and Lupa, in a white turtleneck and nothing more, leaned around a corner and had a warm, motherly smile on her face.

Kali: [Strained] Absolutely, Ghira!

Her palm made heavy clopping noises as she fingerblasted herself to that warm motherly smile staying in place...but only because it had frozen there, drool leaking from the corners of Lupa’s mouth as her eyes were all but rolled back in her skull as a random human steadily slammed into her from behind, the only sounds being the wolf’s cheeks clapping and the wet plap! of semen pouring from her currently-being-fucked pussy.

Human: [Television] Take it all, Ms. Lupa!

And then the abnornal sound of jizz being pumped into the drooling faunus and her dripping pussy, Lupa’s eyes gone pure white as they rolled back into her skull and an overlay of the action inside her happening; a sea of thick white swirling inside her and then a flash of light from an egg indicating pregnancy.

Between the two workers clearly arguing over tools outside their window but clearly not seeing her, being in conversation with Ghira and the threat of being found out, Kali felt it build.

Several things happened at once. Lupa showed up on the screen staring down at a human baby with brown hair and her eyes, before turning away smiling softly. She entered a room where an unfamiliar human sat on her bed, a member that nearly reached his own chest pointing towards the ceiling. Lupa dropped to all fours and fastened a chain to a black leather collar she was wearing, muttering “master” over and over again as she crawled forth.

Kali scraped three fingers against her g-spot and ground her palm against her clit and exploded in release.

Kali: No doubt, it’s marvelously done!

Her pitch considerably higher as she lost her fingers to the repeatedly clenching hole, knees shaking as her orgasm crashed through her like waves upon the beach.

Blake: [Shocked] Mo-ther! [Strangled] No Yang, don’t look!

Ruby: [Stammering] Y-y-y-you either, O-oscar!

Ilia: Why must the world be so cruel!?

Jaune: Mad that another hot cat faunus is taken?

Blake: [Squeals] Jaune!

Ilia: Yes!

Blake: [Squeaks] Ilia!

Yang: I mean, can you blame ‘em? I can see where you got it from, babe.

Blake: [Squeaks, chokes, growls] Stopitstopitstopit!

Jaune: [To Ilia] Same.

Blake: Butwhatno--NO! You have Weiss!

Jaune: Appreciating the view is not cheating.

Ruby: Yes it is!

Jaune: I am happy in my relationship with my fiancée. I will never cheat on my fiancée but I have no control over Blake’s mom fingerbanging herself to...whoa.

Yang: [To Blake] Heh, told you it was a bad idea to keep those here! Ooh, is that Amongst Sheep!? [Respectfully] She’s got good taste.

Oscar: Blake watches hentai?

Ruby: A-ack! Y-y-you saw!? Dammit Oscar!

Ilia: [Fumbling]

Blake: Wha-no-it’snot--

Kali breathed heavily, removing her digits from her pussy and feeling much better and with a glance at her sticky fingers, cleaned them with a quick schlup! of a noise.

Blake: AAAHH! Mother, no!

Kali: [Exhausted] Sorry sweetheart. But that collection of yours, oh my.

Jaune: [To Ruby] Okay, now I’m feeling a little guilty.

Ruby: You should!

Ilia: [Stops fumbling] Collection? She has more?

Blake: Moth--

Kali: Over forty.

Ilia: And they’re all... [gestures]

Kali: Except for one with a female dog faunus.

Yang: That’s mine. [Blake screeches in horror] Blake wanted me to ‘expand my horizons’ or something. I think Blakey just wanted me to be a perv too.

Oscar: Wait. Dog faunus? Watashi no kōkō no tōnamentoāku with Tawni Bumpus as Rei-chan’s seiyuu?

Yang: Heh. Yeah, you’ve seen it?

Ruby: Wha--

Oscar: Have you seen Tawni Bumpus?

Jaune: And now I’m uncomfortable.

Yang: Chow-Chow faunus, right?

Oscar: Yup. She’s -- a-ah... [trails off in embarassment and fear for his life at Ruby’s glare]

Yang: [Snorts] Has an ass that makes the Bellabooty look like Weiss in comparison?

Jaune: [Eyes narrow] I’m letting her know you said that, top heavy.

Yang: [Flinches, irritated] I’m sending you a picture of her. She’s got cake for days, Arc.

Oscar: Well, a-ah, the point is Tawni is very p-pretty [panics] b-b-but not as pretty as Ruby and she really does have a captivating voice.

Jaune: [Staring squintily at Yang, speaks at Oscar] Riii~iight.

Blake: Alright, stop! No more talking about my porn!

Ruby: Ah, so the degenerate admits it!

Ilia: Huh. I mean I can see Yang, maybe. But Blake?

Yang: One, rude. Two, it’s a power dynamic thing. She doesn’t really want to be treated like an animal and collared by humans all the time, but sometimes she’s in the mood and I’ll put on the strap and the things that’llmmmphh!!!

Blake: [Hands on Yang’s mouth, panting, red faced] No. More.

Kali: [Covering her chest back up, crosses legs] Dear, it’s perfectly understandable. You’re a powerful young woman with not just skill unmatched in the sword but your Shadow Clones were key in your final battle with Salem! It’s perfectly understandable wanting to surrender yourself to a strong girl like Yang! You trust her and really, Lupa’s descent into a plaything was as masterfully done as it was--

Blake then ran away screaming, hands over her face and seconds later a door slammed. Yang winces.

Kali: Perhaps that was a bit too much for her.

Ruby: [Eyes narrowed] She just discovered her mom’s a superfreak.

Kali opened her mouth, saw that despite the time passed that both Oscar and Jaune were not looking directly at her and were both at full mast. Ilia was quietly cursing at her scroll phone, which the chameleon had been aiming in her direction prior to making herself decent. Clearly cursing her poor reaction time and missing a photo op.

Kali: Hmm. I suppose that might be a fair assessment.

Ruby: [Angles her body to hide Oscar’s boner] You got problems, lady.

Kali gave a nonchalant shrug, still feeling too good to give 100% to caring.

Jaune: [Claps hands] Well, not that this hasn’t been just a blast, but I think I should go tell Weiss exactly what happened here before somebody [glares at Ruby who glares back] texts her.

Yang: [Scratching her head, staring at the stairs] Heh, you just want Weiss to “punish” you. Never met a guy so ready for a girl standing five foot nothing to take him to poundtown in the Amazon position.

Jaune: [Reddens] Then clearly you have no idea how hot Weiss is when she’s mad.

Yang: [Blinks] Huh. All that time spent around Nora and me’s doing you good, Jaune.

Jaune said nothing and turned away. Oscar was trying to engage a depressed Ilia in conversation while avoiding Ruby’s death glare, the reaper herself irritated at her “not-a-boyfriend” being a pervert. Yang stood contemplating how to handle Blake and Kali just sighed, uncrossing her legs and wincing at the stickiness and the slight sound of it as she stood. As she clapped her hands lightly, intending to try and make this better, it happened. A platter of spaghetti and meatballs hit the floor.

Ghira: What in the garlic-oregano-noodley fuck is going on here!?

The room froze. Kali gave her husband a sheepish little smile, standing with her kimono top done up poorly and missing her hakama pants, shapely legs on display. Ilia had reaimed her phone at Kali’s legs even as Oscar had a hand up to block the view, his other over his stiffy. Yang’s mouth hung open in shock and Jaune had frozen, his own hands dropping to hide evidence of his own hard on. His daughter was conspicuously absent.

The most damning thing was the menu screen on the teleivsion, showing clips of Mistralian hentai that wasn’t exactly kind to faunus. Jaune spoke first.

Jaune: [Urgently] Yeet me out the house Xiao Long and I won’t tell Weiss about the crack you made on her ass!

A flash of white aura protecting the Arc occurred and Yang grabbed him by the arm and threw him through the wall. Ruby grabbed Oscar’s hand at the same time and the two disappeared into a swirl of roses out the same hole, a distant “ouch” being heard as they likely collided with Jaune. Yang was halfway up the stairs and Ilia stood frozen, scroll aimed at Kali’s legs. Ghira glared and Ilia eeped. She glanced at Kali who gave a smirk that was unapologetic and much to Ilia’s dismay, sexy.

Kali: It’s exactly what it looks like, darling. [Purrs] Is my big strong husband going to spank his naughty wife?

Ilia’s scream of terror was muffled as Ghira’s hand clasped around her face and then faded into the distance as she was chucked from the Belladonna household.

Jaune: [Barely audible] Dammit, stop running into me! Respect the healer!

Ilia: [Barely audible groaning]

Ghira: You will explain yourself, wife.

Kali: [Flutters eyelashes, purposely ignores him] Will you promise to spank me if I don’t?

Ghira growled, angry at the situation but knowing he’d get nothing out of her now and with a grunt, threw his laughing wife over his shoulder and stomped grumpily to his room. Really, he loved this woman to pieces but why did she find it so enjoyable to test his every last nerve!? He ignored the frantic sound of what sounded like his daughter opening her secound floor window and muttering something about “not again” and threw his smirking wife on the bed, growling as he ripped his armor, his clothing off.

On the ground floor, a rhino faunus and his crocodile faunus friend gaped at the hole in the front of the house.

Rhino Faunus: Oh, what in the actual shit is this!?

Crocodile Faunus: Rich people, man. Rich people.

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