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odusseus-xvi · 8 months

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hi!! this is kinda a weird question but ur post about characterization for french ccs is rlly helpful for writing, so i was wondering if u had any like . tips or advice about speaking patterns or like. common terms or phrases they use and stuff like that. i have a lot of issues with auditory processing and other hearing stuff that makes it like . hard for me to always understand speech patterns or just like . what people are actually saying so if u have any like . advice or info about like How They Talk that u could put in text or like specific that would be cool. no worries if u dont/cant btw i completely get it i just remembered that u were the one w the previous helpful post ::D

Yeah, no problem I could try ! :D Now keep in mind again I'm not necessarily an expert, and I'm just doing this because it's fun. I still might make some mistakes, and miss some important details, but 'Ill do my best. SO

Let's go for HOW DO THE FRENCH (and swiss) CCS TALK :

Let's start with

ETOILES : So I feel like it might be the easiest because he's the clearest to me. He tends to speak at a normal space and in english with a noticeable slighly french accent, but not an extreme one. He likes to crack jokes constantly when he speaks with other people (most of the time hyping up others, and self deprecating, you know the "You are a legend, I am dumb".) . He can drop pearls of wisdom randomly through ridiculous metaphors ("You don't need to worry, My name means stars, that means that when you look I'm here." "It's like crossing the road, you have to, and there is cars, you need to be careful, but it can't be all you focus on. Wait I'm not sure about that one...") and sometimes actually genuine and inspiring, but more often that not in the tone of discussion, it doesn't sound like he's dispensing "wisdom of the elders", he's just a humble guy talking with you and giving a random advice. He often says in french "Wow a flop" when something doesn't work. Or "c.s.c." (Contre Con Camp, a football term meaning scoring against your own team) when he comments on someone being a tryhard for example ("WOW such a tryhard (csc)"). He'll often makes the joke that nobody likes him when they don't answer in chat to himself, (or chat) and will directly tell them "You want me to die irl don't you?" ensues a myriad of "holy shit you want me to die for real" answered by the "NOO" of the other one. Two last details that came to me, he rarely actually answers by "no" or "yes", he often use "Yeh yeh yeh", or "no no no". He also uses a lot of "euuuuh..." when looking for his words when speaking.

AYPIERRE : He is fairly simple too. He has a very relaxed tone, speaks slightly slower than most people, and has slightly noticeable french accent but less so than others. His tone differenciate between three states : Focused (while building or infiltrating a base), relaxed, and humourous. Note that he's never fully serious, he has that constant gremlin energy and smile that makes him want to make jokes that will make everybody cringe (his favorite pastime.) The only time he's been serious and slightly upset was when he earned gegg died or when he learned that the federation was trying to replicate his wine (there you can see his priorities). Most of the time people are assuming the worst when it's his countless time he starts a conversation with "So, I did something..." and is the type of guy to say "*known illegal act* is a strong word, let's say it's more like *not necessarily better*". I don't follow him as much, so I currently have no other mannerism in mind.

BAGHERA : I feel like she is a bit harder to pin down. When speaking in english she has a very noticeable accent, especially when she is tired. And talks a bit fast, especially in french. Though she doesn't crack jokes constantly, she has a constant chaotic energy that makes her say random things at times. She often say "Oh Yeaaaah" when she is happy or hyped about something, mostly when she is with other people to show them she is happy too. When she is ashamed or not understanding something she likes to take a voice we call the "Antoine Croute" voice (a character she played in a Rp series on GTA V), it's high pitched and really shy. (imagine a little "wut... ?"). She can be really serious, especially when investigating. She almost nver express vocally, in tone at least, her anger. Instead she sounds incredibly cold, like she was with ElQuackity. Her voice when serious drops a bit, and she speaks a bit faster. There is probably plenty more but I'm starting to get tired.

ANTOINE : He is the hardest to me because it is even hard to pin down in french. He has most of the time a very serious tone, while he ironically constantly making either dark jokes based on irony and cynism OR a pun. Because of this, it's sometimes hard to pin what's a joke and what's serious. His accent alternates between horrible french accent OR almost ProPeR eNgliSH. Even when discussing absolutely batshit insane things he sounds serious (he is not in reality, but it's a form of humor in itself). OCCASIONALLY he'll break and cracks a smile, and sometimes, even the heartiest laugh you've ever heard, a very vocal and deep "AHAHAHAHA" that you can hear a mile away (but it happens rarely.) Though I didn't specify, most people, including the french, stutter at least a little bit, and search their words, (like I said for Etoiles' "euh".) but Antoine tends to have a very clear speech, only occasionally looking for a translation. In the same vein, he also has a very quick reaction and can answer with a pun almost instantly (very impressive, especially when it's not his native language.)

That's pretty much all I can think of right now, and I'm tired. Maybe it's not exactly what you asked, but it's what I can muster. Hopes that helped :D

#qsmp #qsmp baghera jones #qsmp etoiles #qsmp aypierre #qsmp antoine daniel #qsmp antoine #qsmp baghera

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ribbonprincess · 20 hours

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HIHIHI the same girlie who requested the sanrio moodboard, just a thought, imagine if rafe comes home and sees all the plushies just on the bed, staring at him, he'll for sure say something like "baby get-- get those things off the bed." and then stand over readers head demanding it. because yeah, the man can be mean like that, don't be that delusional, he's still rafe. 😭🎀

note:OMG,HI BABY! you need to become an emoji anon,for sure🤭🤭 hope you like it,angel🫶🏻

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"they're staring at me,get them off the bed or something. They're creepy as shit" Rafe stands in front of the bed,his arms crossed over his chest as he glares at the army of plushies on your bed with a scowl "don't even get the point of having so many anyway..." you're stopping him before he can get his hands on them "hey! don't be mean...they're my babies and they're cute. I'm not taking them away from their post"

Your glossy lips are pulled into a pout,glaring at your boyfriend as you stand between him and the plushies almost as a barrier. "you think you're tough doll,think you can act like some sort of bodyguard and for what-- plushies?" You're Trying to push him away from the bed as much as possible,not trusting him that close to the fluffy animals and characters that are sitting on your plush bed. "I don't get it,you paid for so many of them! why don't you like them?" "cause..they're creepy and they're taking up space,they don't need to sit on the bed all the time it's not like they have emotions anyway"

One of your hands is splayed over your chest as you gasp,your expression full of hurt "why did you say that...they need to stay on the bed,they can't sit on the floor! it's cold and uncomfortable" "well guess what,they're fake and I'm human. So you either put them somewhere else or I'm taking them from you and throwing them out of the window" "okay okay! I'll put them somewhere else..Jesus" you huff as your boyfriend seems proud of himself,standing with a smirk in the corner of the room as he watches you put your plushies away. You don't even notice him flipping them off as you close the door of the closet "wasn't so hard babydoll,was it" "no...but still,that was mean rafey" "yeah yeh.. whatever" his lips press a sloppy kiss against the side of your head as he brings you into his chest "let me make it up to you,okay?"

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theredneckerchief · 8 months

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In which Melrin and the Knights are sitting around the campfire and Sir Percival is in charge of the story telling...

Percival: They call him...Emrys

Lancelot: *glances at Merlin*

Merin: *chokes on his soup*

Arthur: It's alright Merlin no need to be scared, Emrys doesn't actually exists

Percival: The Druids say, he was born from mortals in the time of the great purge, from a dragonlord who saught shelter and from a woman with a heart of gold. A child born from a love that could never be. The tripple goddess took pity on her peoples and gathered the lost magic of the dead felled by the Butcher King -sorry Arthur.

Arthur: *waves his hand for him to continue*

Merlin: *trying to catch Lancelot's eye and get him to change topics*

Lancelot: *looks at Merlin and nods* What happened next Perc?

Merlin: *mouths* traitor

Percival: Well, the babe was born with the lost magic of Albion coursing through his veins. A God in his own right. He can level any kingdom with a thought, create or destroy armies with the snap of his fingers.

Arthur: See Merlin? If he existed, I doubt "The Butcher King's" kingdom would still exist. *satisfied smirk at Merlin's pale face*

Percival: Ah you see Emrys was not born without purpose Arthur. He is the guardian of the Once and Future King. A King destined to usher a golden age of prosperity and unite the land of Albion under a banner of peace.

Gwaine: Sooo how would we know who this Emrys is? What if Arthur is that King?

Arthur: Whilst I appreciate the praise Gwaine, it's a children's story meant to scare people like Merlin. It can't possibly be true.

Percival: Well there is a way to test it... it is said that Emrys will respond to any prayer spoken sincerely by the Once and Future King.

Gwaine: Go on Arthur, try it *winks*

Merlin: I really don't think this is a good idea.

Leon: I agree with Merlin here, summoning a dangerous sorcerer is a bad idea...

Gwaine: We're not summoning him, just pray for something harmless, he can't refuse it right? So why not try? Or are you worried you're not this great King? *wiggles eyebrows*

Arthur: *growls* Fine. *closes eyes* As I sit here now I pray to Emrys to...uh...give Gwaine an apple.

Merlin: *Magics an apple infront of gwaine*

Arthur: *opens eyes* What? Why's everyone looking at me like that? *sees apple*...oh

Leon: Merlin...?

Merlin: *high pitched squeek* yeh?

Percival: I saw it too.

Gwaine: And me.

Arthur: What? What is it? I command you as the King of Camelot to tell me what the bloody hell is going on.

Leon: It's Merlin sire. His eyes... They blazed gold at your prayer...

Arthur: *laughing hysterically* Good one Leon.

*silence*

Arthur: You're serious? Yo- you mean Mer- *turns to Merlin, eyes fixed on his* As I sit here today, I pray to Emrys to sharpen my sword.

Merlin: *Eyes blaze gold*

*Arthur's sword unsheathes itself and starts sharpening itself mid-air*

Merlin: Um...tada? *jazz hands*

Elyan: *comes back from gathering firewood* So what was Percy's story about today?

(Inspired by this tumblr post:

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#arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #merlin #incorrect merlin quotes #god merlin #incorrect quotes #sir percival #sir leon #sir lancelot #sir gwaine #sir elyan

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watermelonsugacry · 1 year

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So yk how h has been posting accidentally to his public ig story instead of his close friends? One day he post some really cute picture of wifey and he adds all the cute stickers he uses and he erases it like rq. it’s like omg he posted her accidentally BUTTT the kicker is that he also captioned it something like cute and dumb like “happy wife, happy life” and exposed tf out of them lolllll bcs he is sooooo the type to say that anyway loves u

Oh my gosh I like this better than my original idea

So this is the post he makes on his Instagram story that’s supposed to go on his close friends story but then quickly deletes it.

And every social media platform is going crazy over what was only up for 18 seconds.

GUYS DID THAT JUST SAY WHAT I THINK IT SAID???

THE RING!!!!

WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN??

GUYS I DONT THINK THIS WAS A JOKE

THEY'RE FINALLY MARRIED?!!

HOW LONG AGO DID THEY DO THIS?

Aside from the obvious downside of Harry's fuck up, they actually had a plan on officially announcing their new marital status after their one-month anniversary... which was the next day.

(Here's their wedding chapter: Forevermore)

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yourinstagram 12/26 happy one month anniversary 💍❤

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gemmastyles my sister!! ❤

annetwist my beautiful daughter-in-law

lizzobeeating A-YO!! so beautiful MRS STYLES

pillowpersonpp you looked so beautiful that day! ❤❤now mitch and I can call you hubby and wifey for real now

ynfan3 NOO WAY

ynfan2 I CANNOT HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW

ynrryfan7 we finally got their anniversary date!

harryfan1 the way that twitter is blowing up right now

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harrystyles 12/26 finally married my best friend 💍❤

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yourinstagram took you long enough

↳harrystyles I was waiting on YOU...but it was well worth the wait

↳jefezoff hey h, what happened to 'happy wife, happy life?' 😂

ynfan3 their bickering is so cute!

ynfan2 GUYS THIS IS REAL!!!

harryfan1 i've been manifesting this day for so long!

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gemmastyles you guys were made for each other ❤

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ynfan3 they're so IN LOVE 🥹

ynfan2 I NEED SOMEONE TO LOOK AT ME THE WAY HARRY IS LOOKING AT YN

harryfan6 it's rumored that they did a backyard wedding!

ynrryfan8 small wedding choice is so them

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louis91 welcome to the family @harrystyles

(for all the times I've caught your asses kissing in the hallways)

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yourinstagram mind yeh business lou

ynfan3 WAIT TELL US ABOUT THESE TIMES

ynfan2 literally half of 1d are now family

harryfan1 her and harry standing next to each other i can’t

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niallhoran congrats to you both. love you guys 🥂

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↳yourinstagram we love you more Nialler ❤

↳harrystyles thank you for being with us on our special day 🤍

harryfan1 NIALL WAS AT THEIR WEDDING AWWW

ynfan3 DID WE GET A 1D REUNION?? AND WE MISSED IT?

ynrryfan6 supposedly it was only Niall and Louis

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zayn it was only a matter of time

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yourinstagram ❤❤

harryfan1 look at them!! so baby 😍

ynfan3 after 12 years they're finally married!!

ynrryfan6 they don't even know what lies ahead of them

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lottietomlinson @louis91 & @yourinstagram the second they saw each other

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ynfan4 I LOVE THEM

ynfan3 they're such siblings oh my gosh

harryfan1 they're five years old and i love it

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harryflorals more of Niall and Louis at YN and Harry's wedding!

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harrfan6 i still can't wrap my head around what's going on

ynfan3 NOUIS!!

ynfan2 their brothers were there for their special day!!!!

harryfan2 i bet they both cried

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ynupdates Liam just posted this on his Instagram story!

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harryfan1 THEY WERE SO LITTLE

ynfan3 fetus ynrry!!

ynfan2 wait was he not at their wedding?

↳harryfan4 why do i get the feeling that that was on him 🤔

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ynrry_updates YN's stepmum posted the first pic and then she reposted Mitch & Sarah's post on her Instagram story!!

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ynfan6 stop this is so cute

harryfan4 harry's a lucky guy

ynfan3 the MR & MRS STYLES?!!

harryfan5 she looks so beautiful!!

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dollya-robinprotector · 11 days

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Giggling because I love making post with multiple character tags and then wait for the wrong face to be featured on all the tags ksksksks

This sydney looks soooo sillyyyy

Anw I just thought about my past so story time under the cut.

When I was in secondary school, I once knew a friend who was bullied.

For the context, it was a decent school, with 4 grades, each had 4 classes: A for lower-perform and naughty students, B for normal, C for better than average, and D for the Elites who will most definitely have bright future ahead. We are Asian children, study means EVERYTHING for us. Our worth are defined by how well we perform in school, how many awards we have and how good our grades are.

That friend was in class C. I was in class B. Normally we don't make friends outside of the class, but I once saw him being poured water on in the hallway, defended him and we became friends. Or something like that. Let's call him Z because I forgor his name now.

My parents didn't do well with the fact that I failed my entrance test and was stuck in normal class. They didn't have money to upgrade me to class C either, so they made me study extra hard. Back since I started going to school, I was being teased and harassed a lot too cuz I love to draw (what's the problem of kids being mean to artistic kids btw???). But since I was one of the best performers in study, I soon gained some respect and the soft bully subside. (I was terrible in math, but everything else were straight A okay??)

Z wasn't so lucky. I learned that his grades were terrible eventhough he was in class C. He stuttered a lot, always looks down when talking to people, never dare to engage in any conversation, etc... His appearance did not help, and he had some funny smell when I stood close to him. One thing though, he loved drawing too (urgh artistic kids again) and really admired my skill. The only times he would smile are when we talked about our fav anime. Looking back, I think maybe he had something to do with autism? I can't be sure though, but I know his parents spent a LOT to keep him in that better-than-average-class.

The bully was not too terrible, at least from what I saw and heard. He often got splashed by water, threw dirty rag or left-over food at, made fun of, laughed at, his belongings often went missing and be found somewhere dirty, etc... I used to went through all that too, so I helped him to somehow deal with them. Those sort of soft-physical bully were nothing scary once you got used to them. Just a little annoying. He got used to it too, I think, and we didn't mention those when we talk. I admit I might had some savior complex, and that friendship is not entirely friendly. It was more like I thought he would be helpless without me so I can't leave him alone.

And then one day when I was going home from school, Z approached me and asked if I want to go to his house. He said he has a very big greenhouse, and there were some pretty blooming flowers he wanted to show me. I never saw a greenhouse before and I love flowers, of course I said yes!

We rode our bicycles to his house. I've never been to his house before nor meet his parents. I didn't even ask my mom for permission to go but well, I was excited.

We went for a long time, and I started to realize he was leading me into the forest. I still went with him for maybe half an hour more, before I said I was tired and you didn't tell me your house would be this far. Then I look around and truly there was nothing bu trees surrounded the two of us. He looked back at me, clearly exhausted too, and said nothing. I started to realize the situation I was in: a 12 years old, in a forest, with no directions and a strange friend who I didn't really know. Yeh atm I was pretty scared.

I asked Z again where exactly is his house. He stuttered and said I don't need to worry, we would get there very soon. He said if I was too tired I can hop on his bike and he would get me there. Then he attempted to take my hand but that creeped me out so I stepped away from him. I turned my bike, ignored his calls, and just went as fast as I can toward the direction I thought would lead me out of the woods. He called out to me and began to chase after me too, but gave up after some times.

I then just rode my bike with full speed, somehow got out of the woods into a strange road I didn't know, asked around for direction and got home safe. My mom scolded me for being so damn late and I apologized. I never tell anybody, and never talk to Z ever again. He didn't bother me either. And that's the end of the story.

#well that still creeped me out till now #hope nothing bad happened to him tho

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lovelynim · 1 year

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Celebrations

Vtubers - Shxtou x Reader

A/N: MY BABY BOYYYYY- It took me a while to come up with something, but I feel like I did a good job even if i struggled to write this heheh

I'm a little late on the celebrations posts, bUT HERE I AM

Anyway, I doubt this will ever reach him, but congrats on your new milestone, Shxtou! Us, the guildies, are more than happy to see you growing like this!

Summary: You decide to do something to celebrate Shoto's new milestone!

Word count: 1116 words

Sitting on your couch, you scrolled through your social media feed, ignoring one post after the other. In the meantime, you could hear Shoto working on something in the other room. Every once in a while some different noise would catch your attention, making you take your eyes away from your cell phone and pay some extra attention to the sounds, wondering what he could be doing.

But, apart from that, the only plan for the rest of the day was to mind your own business. Or, at least you thought so, until that happened. As you jumped from one post to the other, one in particular caught your attention.

A short, but well animated, video posted by no one else other than Shoto himself. The description didn’t say much, but the message at the end of that video was pretty clear. Your eyes sparked up with excitement, feeling how your heart was beating faster than before.

You jumped from the couch, almost tripping over something on your way, running across the house before you could even recover your balance. You rushed through the hallway, almost missing your destination when your socks made you slide on the wood floor once you stopped running.

Sliding his bedroom’s door, making a stupidly loud sound, you squealed out of pure hype when you saw him. Shoto jumped in his place, getting startled at the sudden slam, turning his head to your direction and calming down when he noticed it was you.

“1 million subs?!”

“Y-yeh, hahah,” he shyly smiled, “we had a countdown live yesterday and I thought it would be nice to post something today as well.”

“Oh, I remember seeing something like that. Sorry, I couldn’t watch it live-”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I know you’ve been busy too, heh,” his smile grew a little when you walked in his direction. He knew what you were going to do and stood up.

Without saying another word, you wrapped your arms around him, feeling how he pulled you into his embrace as well. You could hear his heartbeats when you pressed your head into his chest.

“I’m so proud of you, Shoto… It’s so good to see you growing like this.”

“Thank you,” he whispered back, holding you close.

For a few seconds, it was like the world around you two stopped moving. Silence would’ve filled the room if it wasn’t for Shoto’s breath suddenly hinching before he let out what could only be described as a quiet chuckle.

You lifted your head and stared at him, your curiosity. “Shoto?”

“Y-yeah?” He said, a slight nervous smile forming on his face as a giggle seemed to be stuck on his throat. It didn’t take you long to do the math and notice what was going on. You didn’t say anything else - and there was no need to.

He widened his eyes, realizing what was about to happen, and opened his mouth to protest, but it was already too late. To be fair, it wasn’t like anything he said would change your mind. You grinned at him, tightening your hug around him before starting to nuzzle your face against his neck.

“W-wahahit!” He laughed, trying to scrunch up his shoulders, “y-yohohour hair! Ahahah, i-it tihihickles!” Shoto cried out, trying to lean his head to the side to cover the small space being tickled.

But it was far from enough to stop you. With him trapped in your hug, the demon slayer couldn’t do much but fill the bedroom with his adorable squeals and giggles. Shoto tried turning around to twist away from your tickles, but you refused to let go of him so easily.

“I’m so, sooo proud of you, Shoto,” you cooed, covering the back of his neck with ticklish kisses, making him whine through his laughter.

“AHAhaha, o-ohohok!! I gehehet it- ahAHAha, stop ihihit!” He chuckled, trying to reach for your head with one of his hands and pry you off his skin. His plan, however, backfired in a matter of seconds as you loosen up your hug and moved your hands down, tickling his sides and stomach.

That, alone, was enough to make his laughter rise an octave. “Ehh… but I don’t want to, Shoto ~ I’m really happy about your milestone, you know ~” you continued to talk into his ear while squeezing his waist.

He was slowly losing control over his own balance, trying to bend over and curl up to protect himself against the tickling on his middle and move his head away from the tickly kisses on his neck. Yet, there was no risk of him falling on the floor, after all, you made sure to hold him tightly, granting he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“PleheEHEhease!!” He laughed, his voice cracking as a renewed stream of giggles poured down from his lips when you tickled the spot below his navel. “No mohohore!! ~”

“You are so cute, Shoto ~” you teased him, giving his neck a break only to blow some air into his ear, earning a high pitched squeal as it seemed he was going to melt into your arms at any given moment.

“I cahAHahan’t!! AHAhahah, t-too muhuhuch!” He cackled in mirth when pinched his sides, sending waves of ticklishness all over his body. You smiled at his pleas, the mischievous facade slowly faded away along with your tickling, slowing down bit by bit until what was left was a blushing demon slayer leaning into your arms while trying to catch his breath.

“Alright alright…” you muttered into his ear, smiling as you moved your hands up and wrapped your arms around his chest, pulling him back into an actual hug. “But we still need to do something to celebrate your milestone, Shoto ~”

“A-aha… yeah, w-we should…” He wheezed, managing to get back into his own feet, but still not moving away from your arms. Shoto looked over his shoulder, trying to give you a glance. “Why don’t… we go out for dinner, then?"

“Oh, that sounds good! We could go t-”

“Your treat.” He interrupted you, grinning. Once he saw the change in your expression, he braced himself and tried to prepare for a new ticklish assault, but… it didn’t happen.

“Fine, just this time,” you said, letting go of him so you could look at him face to face. You pinched his cheek, smiling, “you deserve it, Shoto.”

“Heheh,” he nodded, “I’ll get changed, wait for me outside.”

“Alright, let me know when you are ready,” you said, leaving his bedroom and going back to yours to change your clothes as well. That was just the start of your celebrations, after all, you don’t get to a new milestone everyday, right? ~

#shxtou #artoftherouge #shonlyfans #vtuber #vtuber tickling #lee!shxtou #ticklish!shxtou #ler!reader #shxtou x reader

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 4 months

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Kinktober Day 17: Threesome- Harley Quinn and Clark Kent

A/N: I’m just gonna keep on posting Kinktober until I finish all of them, I don’t care how long past October it is 😂😂

Summary: You and your girlfriend Harley go out for a night of looking for fun

Word count: 1, 528

“You look so hot, baby.” Harley flirts, coming up behind you as you apply your lipstick in the bathroom mirror.

Smirking at your girlfriend you turn around in her arms.

“Not lookin too bad yourself, gorgeous.” You flirt back as you gently kiss her lips.

“We should get going. Might take us a while to find the right one.” You smirk at her, biting your lip and grabbing her ass as you walk out the bathroom.

“Yeh it might. Yah know if we were back in Gotham would could have just gone to one of Wayne’s many soirées and snatched up him.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled back at your girlfriend, knowing Harley had quite the thing for the billionaire.

“Yes, I know, darling, but we’re in Metropolis now. Maybe we’ll visit Gotham and give Wayne a go another time, honey.” You tell her, kissing her lips once more before you both left your shared apartment.

******

This was the second club you and Harley had been to tonight and still no one suited for the evening you both had planned.

“Hey. What about him?” The blonde spoke loudly in your ear as you danced with one another.

Turning your head to see who she was talking about you saw non other than Clark Kent. You’d told Harley about him before and how you thought he was hot but she’d just never seen him.

“Baby, that’s Clark, the guy from work.” You speak into her ear, grabbing onto her ass.

“Oooohhh. You were right when you said he was cute!”

“Usually he’s in awkward work clothes but damn, he looks extra fine tonight!”

“Come on then, let’s go!” Harley excitedly grabs you by the hand, dragging you off the dance floor.

“Harley I work with him, I don’t know.” You holt her movements, worry evident in your face.

Harley turned to you and her face became soft as she held your cheeks.

“Baby we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I just know we both find him very attractive and you’ve had a little crush for a little while. I’ll be there with you so it’s not like it’s something you’re doing just the two of you.” She told you reassuringly.

“Okay, you’re right, baby. Alright, let’s do it.” You tell her, pumping yourself up as you made your way over to the handsome man at the end of the bar.

Making eye contact with you as he looked around, a smile began to grow on his face. As you and Harley approached, he began to stand.

“Hi, Y/N. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” Clark spoke as you both stood before him, charming smile gracing his face.

“Yeh, my girlfriend Harley and I thought it’d be nice to get dolled up and have a dance. Maybe find some cute guy or something.” You casually spoke as you began to run your hands up his chest, Harleys hands now on his bicep.

“Wow, Clark, you’re really strong.” Harley complimented the now flustered man.

“Oh- th-thank you.” Clark awkwardly blurted out.

“Wha-what do you mean find a cute guy? Yo-you two? Uummm.” Clark’s brain didn’t seem to be able to function at this new revelation.

You knew Clark had a bit of a thing for you. You’d caught him staring every now and then and found he stutter a lot more talking to you than any other woman.

“Oh come on, Clark. Don’t you want to show us girls a good time?” You cheekily grin up at him.

Reaching up you place a gentle kiss to his neck, pushing yourself further onto his chest as you lean into his ear.

“I see the way you look at me, Clark, especially when I bend over. You can bend me over if you like, show Harley and I just how strong you really are.” You flirted, hand now clutching his other bicep as his breath seemed to become more laboured.

Seeing that Clark probably needed more action than just words, Harley reached up and kissed him passionately. Clark froze at first, but it didn’t take him long before he was happily kissing back.

His strong arm found its way around your waist, squeezing your hip. Breaking the kiss with Harley, he leans down and begins to kiss you. Clark didn’t bother with starting slow, his tongue straight away making its way into your mouth.

His other arm was now wrapped around Harley as she began to kiss and bite at his neck. After Harley whispered something into Clark’s ear that was too soft for you to hear, he was dragging you both out of the club and into the street.

*****

Stumbling through your apartment, you are all reduced to a pack of fondling arms and heated kisses.

“Mmmh a-aah, be-bedroom.” You managed to get out, between Clark biting at your neck and Harley beginning to take your clothes off.

Harley is quick to grab your hand, giggling as she leads you and Clark to the bedroom. Harleys dress is thrown at you and Clark as she lays on the bed and begins to play with herself.

Not being able to resist your gorgeous girlfriend, you quickly strip yourself of your own dress and begin to crawl up the bed to her wet pussy. As you lick a strip up the gorgeous blondes dripping pussy, you make sure to push your ass out a little, hoping Clark gets the message.

“Come on, Clark, I think y/n wants you to take care of her.” Harley pants out, winking at Clark as you continue to eat her out like a woman starved.

Realising that Clark might need a little guidance, you retract from your girlfriend and take Clark’s face in your hands, kissing him passionately. You begin to unbuckle his belt as he starts to take off his own jacket and shirt. Harley was obviously loving the scene as you hear her moans increasing again and the sounds of her wet pussy.

“Come on, Clark, baby, show me how strong you are. Fuck me like I know you’ve always wanted to.” You teasingly whisper into his ear as you slowly begin rubbing his cock.

Making your way over to the dresser, you throw a condom at Clark and return your attention to the beautiful woman laid on your bed. As her gorgeous sounding moans and gasps return, you feel Clark taking your hips into his warm hands. You can’t help but moan at even that simple touch, the vibrations pulling a particularly high pitched moan from Harley.

“Are you ready.” He whispers hotly in your ear, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Please fuck me, Clark.” You whine desperately, as one of his hands leaves your hips and begins to rub your clit.

Over your shoulder, Clark and Harley smirk at each other as he begins to push inside you. You can’t hold your moans back as he stretches you out so perfectly.

Pushing your hips back, your face finds its place once again between Harley’s legs. Bringing your lips to her clit, you breathlessly begin to suck on it as Clark’s speed picks up.

With one hand by her hip for balance, you smirk up at Harley, a moan escaping your lips as Clark hits that perfect spot inside you. Finding your balance, you easily slide two fingers into Harleys dripping pussy, quickly finding that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.

As Clark’s speed increases on you, so does yours on Harley. With her moans getting louder you know she’s close. You’re not far behind her as you can feel that sweet coil inside you begin to tighten.

Pushing your hips back again you bring your head back down to her clit. Sucking and licking as your fingers thrust in and out of her, both yours and Clark’s speeds increasing.

The small bedroom is filled with moans, grunts and absolutely sinful sounds of skin slapping skin. Harley is the first to cum with a loud scream as she grabs onto your hair, thrusting her hips into your face as rides out her orgasm.

You follow just behind her as Clark finds your clit and behinds to gently rub it. The pleasure becoming too much as the coil snaps and you also cum with a scream, muffled by Harley’s kiss as she pulls you up by your hair.

Now trapped between Harley and Clark’s warm bodies. She’s on her knees holding your face and rubbing your clit, overstimulating your pleasure deliciously. Clark has one strong hand wrapped around your hips, while the other holds onto your breast.

“Come on, baby, you gonna cum again? Squeeze Clark’s cock and make him cum?” Harley sweetly encourages you as her speed on your clit increases.

Your overstimulated body can’t take much more as your second orgasm washes over you. Your pussy clenches around Clark’s cock deliciously, as he also cums with a loud grunt and a powerful grip on your hips, thrusting into you roughly a few more times.

All three of you collapse onto the bed in a heap together, panting and kissing one another.

#Harley Quinn #Harley Quinn x reader #Clark Kent #Clark Kent x reader #Harley Quinn imagine #Clark Kent imagine #Harley Quinn x Clark Kent #dc #dc imagine

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darushi-chan · 1 year

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MORE HOTD REPTILES AU 🤗 EDIT: After I took a nap I checked the post on my phone and the quality of the image looked like crap, dont know if it is my damn phone or what, but just to make sure I divided the strip in parts, now it looks fine in my phone, I like looking at Vhagar the komodo dragon in good definition ok xD? Also Arrax with his cute little crown. Im in pain, I commited myself and finished this in almost 3 days, never again lol. Headcanons time: -If you follow my other posts you know Aemond and Luceyrs are roommates, Aemond lied and said Vhagar “was friendly” so Luke will stay with them, he had been very careful and nothing happenned for like 3 weeks, but the one time he went jogging and didn’t make sure Vhagar’s enclosure was properly closed something happened. -His “Lucerys it’s in danger” sense tingled and he came back in time to prevent disaster, but Luke saw Vhagar in his room. -Lucerys knows Vhagar its not “friendly”, but he also wanted the roommates situation to work, so he feigned ignorance and trusted Aemond, after all Vhagar did listen to him, most of the time. -Vhagar did want to have snack time so bad 😞, but she also loves her almond, so no eathing the tiny dragon, Arrax its “her friend” now, and shes also a new member of Luke’s youtube videos! Plenty of new subscribers thanks to that 😂. -Yes, their silly costumes are a little bit of an hommage to their HOTD real characters, after all we do love to make Luke and Aemond queen and king (Or kings) in a lot of fics 😋. -Also also, yes Luke its wearing crocs with cute charms on them, I also love jogging pants, very comfortable 😌. -Vhagar its inded as tall as Luke when she stands, she’s a full grown Komodo, my doberman its as tall as me when he stands, so I think that makes it possible, I’m like 1.60 m, 5.25 feet, so yeh. -After this Vhagar and Arrax become really good friends indeed, they take walks together with Luke and Aemond, they sunbathe, Luke makes videos with both of them from time to time, they also play catch and chase together, this scares Luke a little, but Vhagar will not hurt Arrax, they are important to her know, Aemond likes them, so does she. -The costumes and videos are a little bit tedious, but Luke makes sure to never do something she hates, and Aemond always gives her special treats and cuddles after them, she also gets a fanbase that sends her gifts! Luke says she’s a star now 😘. -MOre lore that keeps me awake at night: Targ special pet companions Need to be a reptile or amphibian+ blood magic with a Targ blood family member sample, usually blood+ some other secret enchantments. Usually, the parent will bring their baby or child and be shown a wide variety of options, specifically eggs, and if there’s a connection with one or more, they are taken and can go through a series of trials and blood magic rituals, and the one that hatches at the end it’s the one that goes with the client. This process can take some time and specially lots of money from the client. Also, it can only work with people from Valyria, the only ones that can really afford this type of thing are the Targs and their blood family members. They may or may not also have a very restrictive contract with the dragon keepers for this kind of service too, hehe. Driftmark incident and bonding with Vhagar!: Alicent lets Viserys have his way with Aegon and Helaena, they got their pet companions since very young, she agreed since both were also relatively safe options, but then he started to get sick and wasn’t as able as before. She never liked this tradition the Targs had, just looking at Rhaenyra’s Syrax, or even worse, Laena’s Vhagar, the seven forbid one of her kids bonds with a monster like that, so with Aemond she gets more control of what her son get access to bond with, small geckos, frogs, turtles…safe and/or small companions, but none of those take, time passes and then Aemond decides he wants to have a big crocodile like his father, Alicent hates the idea, she wasn’t a Targaryen, so she really didn’t believe it was safe. But no matter what other small safe reptiles Aemond was shown none of them reacted. Aemond knew why, he didn’t want any of those “safe” companions, Aegon and Jace won’t stop bullying him with one of those, he needed something that commanded respect, not something “small and safe”. More time pases and Aemond still doesn’t have a pet companion, Alicent stops trying, and he gives up a little. The day of the funeral the kids dare Aemond to go into Vhagar’s enclosure. He accepts and goes into Vhagar’s room at Daemon and Laena’s house, there he finds this really big lizard he has never seen before. The dragon keepers haven’t shown him anything like it, and even if it’s not a croc, he knows this would definitely do, his excitement goes away when he kind of feels the creature’s sadness. He starts to sing her a Valyrian lullaby (The one Daemon sings to Vermithor), and this catches Vhagar’s attention, she goes out from her enclosure and Aemond touches her snout (Like in how to train your dragon, hehe) while he says Lykiri and Dohaeras (Like in the show!). Vhagar can sort of feel the connection, but we still need the blood for it to be completed. Cue the other children. Aegon and Jace can be a little bit mean and feel kind of “attacked” (Inferiority complex it’s that you?), that Aemond it’s getting a good reaction from Vhagar, they weren’t expecting that after all, and because children can be little shits they enter the room and try to make fun of Aemond for singing Vhagar a lullaby, Vhagar has never seen this other children before and doesn’t like all the noise so she goes back to her enclosure. Rhaena and Baela are not vibing that much with the bullying, neither does Luke, but then Aemond gets mad and lashes at everyone, telling them they have lame companions, how they wish they could have something as cool as Vhagar, especially the idiot Strong bastards. Luke and the girls are sad and crying and answering their own mean things to Aemond and then everyone its fighting. Aegon knows their parents are gonna kill him if something happens, so he runs away in search of the adults. There is some stuff used to feed Vhagar in the room (Gloves, scissors, thongs and stuff like that) and in the struggle those things end up in the floor with Aemond and Jace, Aemond grabs the scissors and slashes them around in desperation and ends up cutting Jace a little. Its then that Luke, that was comforting Laena and Baela after they got punched in the squabble, sees this and gets scared, and ends up pushing Aemond, he trips around the mess and pierces his eye with the scissors, by then the adults arrive and all hell breaks loose. While everyone screams, Vhagar gets close to Aemond and licks some of his blood from the floor, Laena its dead, and she likes this feisty hatchling, so the bonding gets completed. Still, the adults are fighthing, but the kids get to say the truth about the taunting and the mean words and Alicent, Rhaenyra and Viserys see the damage that has been done through the adults mean remarks and hatred. So yes, they are all very mad, and are not in the very best terms then, but they all decide to start going to family therapy, so not everything goes to shit in a couple of years, this way Lucemond and Jacegon can still be a little bit toxic, but nobody needs to die, ok? Also Alicent freaks out and almost passes out when she sees the monstruosity sitting at her son’s side, that makes everyone go back to their rooms, lol.

#lucemond #simple comic that almost makes me lose a hand #lol #Im going away on a trip this friday #so i really wanted to finish this before wednesday #its wednesday and 3 am now #but i finished before #so its fineeeeee #i have a lot more of ideas i want to draw!#but that will have to wait till next week when i come back #vhagar the komodo dragon #arrax the bearded dragon #hotd reptile AU #a little bit of #jacegon #i need sleep #but it wont come #halp

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geekwritersworld · 1 year

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Little Artist - Pt 3

Part 1 Part 2

warnings: mentions of violence, the frikin walking stick.

A/n: so this was quite short, however, the next ones gonna be where shit gets real. I spent some days trying to figure out what to make this part to be, but really this short one needs to be posted to move the other parts forward. Thanks for reading, feedback is appreciated :)

He had a walking stick.

Two days later and your voice continued to replay inside Tommy's head, even as he walked into Camden Town.

Usually Tommy always had a plan in mind. He knew how to strategically plan every single detail whilst anticipating all possible outcomes. Most times, it would take him perhaps half an hour to come up with a plan.

However this time was different. He had seen Campbells body, he had seen him dead. Yet, somehow his sister had seen on the contrary.

Tommy did realize it was possible that it was someone with a similar description, but Tommy knew to follow his gut, which told him it wasn't what he had subconsciously hoped.

That night, Tommy heard back from Finn, letting them know Grace was in America, married to a wealthy man.

It did put him at a little ease knowing the filthy barmaid wasn't in the same city as his family, that she was an ocean across.

It made you uneasy to have seen your normally stoic and expressionless brother loose composure and instead look caught off guard for a split passing second when you told him about the man you'd seen. Tommy, who normally wasn't shaken or phased by anything, did look fearful for a second that passed by quicker than you could blink.

If it was enough to make Tommy Shelby look a little fearful, you knew you were well and truly fucked.

Instead of responding to what you had told him, he simply looked at you and said "get some sleep- or more of it I suppose" he stood up.

When you woke the next morning, you felt off. Incredibly off. Something was very off, you weren't sure what it was, your head felt a bit fuzzy, but overall you just felt- wrong.

You wondered if you should still go to university or take an off day, but you truly didn't want to skip. You wanted to power through so that's what you did.

Putting on a fresh pair of clothes, downstairs Pol had made you a cup of tea, sipping on that eased your head and feeling better you headed out.

You quickly bid Polly goodbye and left for london. Again you were aware of Isaiah trailing you a few streets later, smiling to yourself you continued walking, not acknowledging him.

The more you pretended you had no idea your brother was having Isaiah trailing you, the more peaceful it would remain. Everything would turn chaotic if you spoke to him about it.

So you didn't.

Arthur grabbed the bottle off the counter and walked out of the Garrison, turning the corner of the building, he observed the people and the children running around.

Taking a swig of the drink and he looking ahead he spotted someone standing at the far end of the street, Arthur's eyes didn't work as well as they once did, but he was sure of who he had seen.

After the multiple times he'd been badgered and clobbered by his family for acting too impulsively, he decided it would be best if he spoke to his brothers and aunt first.

Barging into their home, Arthur looked into the kitchen where Ada, Pol and Tommy sat. Ada had just rolled her eyes at Tommy, who Arthur was surprised to see had returned from Camden Town so quickly, when she spotted Arthur.

"OH look, another fuckin one of us"

Arthur looked behind him wondering if his sister was slowly loosing her mind, not thinking of a single reason why she'd be pissy with him.

"Right.." he paused, shaking his head " uhm 4 out 7 of us aint so bad-" he muttered to himself.

Tommy raised a brow.

"Yeah guess who I've just spotted yeh" he rushed.

Sitting down, he slammed his hand on the table, making Pol and Ada snap their heads at him and look irritated while Tommy remained indifferent.

" I've just fookin seen Campbell, FOOKIN CAMPBELL!"

Tommy's eyes, Pol noticed, went still. They looked almost dead, his eyes looked empty but Pol, she could see that though his eyes were emotionless his shoulders were tense and his hands loosened around his cup.

Pol breathed heavy, she couldn't understand, she had just gotten Michael back, granted Michael was still away, but he came every now and then, for once things seemed stable and out of the nowhere, there was another rubbish hand they'd been dealt.

However, she remained composed.

"Where?" Tommy asked.

"Near the street- that goes towards the trains"

Tommy lurched up from his seat so quick his chair scraped and fell over, irritating Ada.

Arthur followed behind, not knowing where exactly his brother was headed, but he followed closely.

Squinting you tried to focus on the shabby red tube of paint in your hand but put down your brush and rubbed your head when the pain got worse and you were struggling to keep your eyes open.

You decided to drink some water, not having drank water in a while you assumed that perhaps the lack of water probably caused a headache.

So you kept rubbing your temple, but after twenty minutes when it didn't improve, deciding it was best to head home you excused yourself, grabbed your bags and notified you professor who let you go.

The hallway was rather empty except the occasional professor that walked past, but this time there wasn't anyone. Heading for the large door from where a little sunlight crept in, your head swayed, it felt almost far too heavy for you to hold up before you plunged into darkness.

Tommy needed a plan. A quick one. He noticed someone running towards him from the corner of his eye, turning he saw it was Isaiah's father.

"Tommy" he breathed "have you seen Isaiah?"

Tommy raised a brow " I suppose he's in london, with y/n"

"I'm not sure that's possible, i haven't seen 'im in two days, and my boy, he checks in every day, never misses a day" his eyes wide and hands shaking.

Tommy froze. Throwing the cigarette out of his mouth, he looked at the young boys father "we'll find 'im" he promised.

"Arthur" Tommy turned to his brother "need you send a letter"

The 2 hours to London had been excruciating- Tommy's hand had almost gone numb from gripping the steering wheel so hard.

If Isaiah hadn't been trailing you this whole time, then there was only one person that was. Tommy hadn't assigned anyone else to trail and look after you.

In the hustle and stress of all the work, Tommy completely overlooked checking in with Isaiah regarding you. Finn had been with Michael for the last few days which explained why no one other than Isaiah's father had noticed him missing.

With all his experiences Tommy knew there were unimaginably horrendous things that could happen in a less than a day.

The world was cruel, Tommy knew it better than anyone else, so he could imagine you never getting to show up to university again. He knew the possibility of his little artist's life being cut short was incredibly high in that moment.

He could only hope he as well as his brother were quick enough. If they lost a single second, they'd lose you.

Your arms felt heavy, and your head felt like it was tied down. But though your vision was black you could still hear some subtle noises. They sounded far off, just barely there. You struggled to open your eyes.

Your eyes still felt so heavy, almost like something was physically holding you back from opening your eyes.

After a few more tries, you decided to try in a bit again. Having fallen asleep, not aware of how much time had gone by, when you woke again- this time you felt lighter. Your head and arms remained heavy but after a few minutes you were able to peel your eyes open and look directly at the bright light that hung atop your head. Hissing slightly, you closed your eyes immediately.

"You might want to take it slow Ms. Shelby"

You could make out of course it was a man that had spoken, his irish accent thick.

Panicking, you jolted up, the sudden movement causing your head to hurt to the point where you scrunched your eyes in pain.

Looking up, you felt a little relieved knowing you were in a hospital. What unnerved you was the man who had been watching your house, now stood in front of you.

Your throat felt dry "who are you?"

"Inspector Campbell"

Tommy rushed onto your university grounds, ignoring the bewildered looks he got from professors. Immediately recognizing his peaky attire- the guard let him in without a word.

Asking a stunned young girl for where he could find students in Art, he slammed open the door to the room, making everyone jump. Some dropped their brushes on the floor as Tommy scanned the room for you, when he spotted the only empty chair he asked " where is y/n Shelby?"

His voice cold and calculating.

"Ah Mr. Shelby, were you not informed" the professor stood up and tried to usher Tommy outside, away from the students.

"Of what!" his patience wore thin.

"Y/N was taken to the hospital Mr. Shelby. She had lost consciousness in the hallway and when they were taking her away there was a man amongst them who said he was family" the professor paused " he had erm- the same hat as well your family, well actually he held the hat but he showed it to us regardless a-"

"What did this man look like?"

"Er- he was a rather a burly chap with a limp and uh, oh yes, he used a walking stick for that limp"

if you read this far, i gotta tell ya' we're bringing someone back in the next part ;)

#peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders x sister!reader #tommy shelby x sister!reader #ada shelby x sister!reader #arthur shelby x sister!reader #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x sister reader #tommy shelby x you

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snootlestheangel · 5 months

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Break For Your Heart Snippet

"🔫 for something Prison Break AU related " from Snootles's homebrew ask game @stuffireadandenjoy *this sat in my drafts way too long. I had an idea and then it went poof! But I like this one better*

[takes place post-prison break]

"What's it like?" Simon asked, breaking the awkward silence as they both struggled to fall asleep. Soap didn't move from his bed, kept his back to Simon, and for a brief moment, he tricked Simon into thinking he had managed to fall asleep.

"What's what like?" Soap finally grunted, as he had grown tired of the eyes burning into the back of his head.

"Taking someone's life." Simon whispered into the dark room, and this prompted Soap into lifting his head off the pillow long enough to glance at Simon over his shoulder.

"I felt powerful." Soap whispered back just as quietly, and the words lingered in the cold air longer than they should have.

"Granted, I don't consider the lives I took to be people. They were monsters." Something in the way Soap growled the word made a knot form in Simon's stomach. A knot of sympathy, a knowing and an understanding. It wasn't the first time Soap had hinted at taking the life of an abuser, but Simon still wasn't sure of the relationship between Soap and his apparent abuser.

"Remember me telling you about the guy that I burned alive? How I shoved a poker through his chest so he couldn't get up?" Soap asked, and the quiet, almost shameful way he spoke sent a chill down Simon's spine.

"Yeah."

"We were partners. We'd been together for about four years by then. He had started hitting me a year prior. He got worse." Soap paused long enough to swallow past the knot forming in his throat, but Simon didn't mind. He knew the pain of having to recount your trauma to someone else.

"I was burning papers that had personal information. They were outdated by several years, and I needed to get rid of 'em. He came home drunk again. We started arguing and it got heated pretty fast. I remember feeling so fed up with his bullshit that when he got physical, I just saw red. I pushed him harder and he lost his balance. I don't even really remember grabbing the poker, if I'm being honest." Soap trailed off towards the end, but Simon couldn't form anything to say. What could he say to such a confession?

"I was happy though. Watching him burn felt good. Same thing I told the cops, same thing I told the judge. I did it, and I don't regret it."

"I'm sorry, Johnny." Simon breathed out, finding nothing else to convey everything he was feeling in the moment.

"'S fine, I guess. Fucked up by extending my sentence but, I don't regret killing those guards either." Soap stated rather matter-of-factly as he tried to cover a yawn. Simon's eyes widened as he stared at Soap, the other oblivious to his panic.

"You killed guards?"

"Aye. They were right bastards though. Kept using their power to hurt some of the prisoners in other wings. They knew better than to mess with us, but one day they fucked up. They got arrogant and fell for my trap." Soap had gotten quiet again, but this time his voice was filled with the call of sleep, yet Simon couldn't be more awake.

"Is that why the guards were all afraid of you?"

"Aye. It's how I got the name Soap, too." Soap mumbled, and the additional information only made Simon frown.

"How exactly?"

"Tied 'em up with their belts. Dislocated their jaws and shoved a bar of soap down each their throats. Held their nose so they couldn't breathe." Soap murmured, shifting so he sank further into the pillows.

"Yeh sure are askin' a lot of questions, Si." Soap said, a light chuckle accompanying his words. A blush burned at his ears, and for once, Simon was grateful for the dark.

"Guess I'm morbid like the rest of them." Simon mumbled back, and Soap only snorted.

"I think it's cause yeh like me." Simon blamed Soap's words on the effects of sleep, as the Scot was quick to begin softly snoring after the teasing words.

"G'night Johnny."

#soap x ghost #soapghost #ghostsoap #prison break au #break for your heart #it's unhinged!soap time #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #snootles's homebrew ask game

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hollowed-theory-hall · 3 months

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Dumbledore is a Manipulative Piece of Shit: Part 4/?

(part 1, part 2, part 3)

He knew and allowed Harry's abuse

Well, this is a pleasant subject, isn't it? Harry's abuse at the Dursleys' hands. And the worst part about it is that no adult in his life really seems to care.

I'll talk about the Weasley parents in a different post. This one is dedicated to Dumbledore and how he always knew about Harry's abuse and allowed it to persist. For years. Not just once, Harry started Hogwarts. No, I think Dumbledore knew what was going on at Number 4 Privet Drive long before Harry stepped foot in Diagon Alley.

And more importantly, I can prove it.

So, I'll cover my evidence according to the order of the quotes that appear in the books since there is quite a bit to cover.

And yes, I know Dumbledore calls the Dursleys out in Half-Blood Prince:

“You did not do as I asked. You have never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you.”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 55)

But this scene is the definition of "too little, too late" considering how long this has been going on.

So, let's start:

“Nah. Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. ‘course, he shoulda sacked me instead — anyway, got yeh this.…” It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. Harry opened it curiously. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father. “Sent owls off ter all yer parents’ old school friends, askin’ fer photos… knew yeh didn’ have any…d’yeh like it?”

(Philosopher's Stone, page 218)

Hagrid can't keep a secret to save his life, we know that, and he isnt the brightest, with all his good intentions. Yet, even he noticed something's wrong with Harry's home. He knows Harry doesn't have photos of his parents, he knows he never got any gifts.

"But that's not Dumbledore,"

True, but Hagrid tells Dumbledore everything. So if Hagrid knows, Dumbledore knows.

“I told you, I didn’t — but it’ll take too long to explain now — look, can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won’t let me come back, and obviously I can’t magic myself out, because the Ministry’ll think that’s the second spell I’ve done in three days, so —” “Stop gibbering,” said Ron. “We’ve come to take you home with us.”

(Chamber of Secrets, page 31)

“It was cloudy, Mum!” said Fred. “You keep your mouth closed while you’re eating!” Mrs. Weasley snapped. “They were starving him, Mum!” said George. “And you!” said Mrs. Weasley, but it was with a slightly softened expression that she started cutting Harry bread and buttering it for him.

(Chamber of Secrets, page 39)

Both these quotes from Chamber of Secrets show Fred, George, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley clearly knew what was happening. That Harry was being locked up and starved.

Harry really, never kept his abuse a secret and is quite open about informing anyone who'd listen to him about it. He is just used to it being brushed off as something unfortunate that nothing can be done about. The Weasleys, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Remus, and the entire Order of the Phoenix treat it as such.

In OOP, Harry references needing to duck from Vernon's beatings as a joke to Ron and Hermione. He wasn't keeping it a secret.

On the same vane:

She had no idea that Harry was not following the diet at all. The moment he had got wind of the fact that he was expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks, Harry had sent Hedwig to his friends with pleas for help … Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry hadn’t touched these; he had had too much experience of Hagrid’s cooking.) Mrs. Weasley, however, had sent the family owl, Errol, with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re a Squib?” Harry asked Mrs. Figg, panting with the effort to keep walking. “All those times I came round your house — why didn’t you say anything?” “Dumbledore’s orders. I was to keep an eye on you but not say anything, you were too young. I’m sorry I gave you such a miserable time, but the Dursleys would never have let you come if they’d thought you enjoyed it. It wasn’t easy, you know. . . . But oh my word,”

(Goblet of Fire, page 28)

Harry wrote everyone he knew he was being starved. He wrote Hagrid and the Weasleys, and they all sent him food. The adults sent him food without bothering to ask him the important question: "Why aren't you being fed?"

(Order of the Pheonix, page 22)

This is the most damning evidence against Dumbledore.

He knew. He knew how Harry was treated his entire childhood because he had someone spy on him for years.

Mrs. Figg knew how Harry was treated by the Dursleys. She calls it: "miserable". She knew.

And she was sent there on Dumbledore's orders, meaning she was a spy. because let's be real, a squib, who can't do magic and doesn't own a gun can't do anything to protect Harry. She can only be there to spy. To report everything to Dumbledore.

This proves, more than any other quote here, how okay Dumbledore is with Harry suffering at the hands of the Dursleys.

Next moment he jumped as the lock gave a loud click and his door swung open. Harry stood motionless, staring through the open door at the dark upstairs landing, straining his ears for further sounds, but none came. He hesitated for a moment and then moved swiftly and silently out of his room to the head of the stairs. His heart shot upward into his throat. There were people standing in the shadowy hall below, silhouetted against the streetlight glowing through the glass door; eight or nine of them, all, as far as he could see, looking up at him.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 46)

The entire Order was there, at Number 4, Privet Drive. They've been following Harry since he got there. Tonks has seen Harry's bedroom. I don't think they missed something is definitely wrong. (I think this is why they tell the Dursleys off at the end of the fifth book and Dumbledore again in the sixth because someone else finally knew and Dumbledore had no choice but to address it)

And to make sure the Order is aware something's wrong between him and the Dursleys (that being an understatement), Harry outright tells Lupin:

“Excellent,” said Lupin, looking up as Tonks and Harry entered. “We’ve got about a minute, I think. We should probably get out into the garden so we’re ready. Harry, I’ve left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry —” “They won’t,” said Harry. “That you’re safe —” “That’ll just depress them.” “— and you’ll see them next summer.” “Do I have to?” Lupin smiled but made no answer.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 54)

Harry makes it very clear the Dursleys don't care for his safety and that he never wants to return to literally everyone he can.

Why then? Why would Dumbledore want Harry abused?

“She’s evil,” said Harry flatly. “Twisted.” “She’s horrible, yes, but . . . Harry, I think you ought to tell Dumbledore your scar hurt.” It was the second time in two days he had been advised to go to Dumbledore and his answer to Hermione was just the same as his answer to Ron. “I’m not bothering him with this. Like you just said, it’s not a big deal. It’s been hurting on and off all summer — it was just a bit worse tonight, that’s all —” “Harry, I’m sure Dumbledore would want to be bothered by this —” “Yeah,” said Harry, before he could stop himself, “that’s the only bit of me Dumbledore cares about, isn’t it, my scar?” “Don’t say that, it’s not true!”

(Order of the Pheonix, page 277)

Harry said it best here: "for his scar"

In the previous posts, I covered how desperate Dumbledore was at the end of the war for a win, so much so, he might've forged a prophecy. And I explained he needed Sirius Black out of the picture for the same reason he wanted Harry at the Dursleys and wanted him mistreated — confident boys with a good support network and emotional regulation don't make very good martyrs.

In part 2, I mentioned how Dumbledore knew since the night the Potters died that Harry is likely a Horcrux. He has been manipulating Harry's life since then to achieve his grand plan of killing Voldemort. Even if it comes at the price of Harry having anything resembling a childhood and a life.

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It's Showtime Darlin'

Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

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I could not for the life of me figure out what to write for the summary so I just put a little blurb in from the story. I hope you find this to your liking. Smut is after the ********, the first part of this is just good ol' outlaw fun. As always, likes and comments are always appreciated. Also feel free to send me any ideas for more fics.

Cross posted on A03 @jellybeam1meup

Warnings/ tags: Fluff, smut, slight dom/sub elements, spanking, train robbing, Outlaw shenanigans, PiV sex, rough(ish) sex, reader is married to Arthur Morgan

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“What’s going on?” “Why have we stopped?”

Questions of confused passengers ring out as you look out the window, straining your neck to see if you can spot anything. A hush descends upon the train car when the sound of the door to the car can be heard opening. You don’t have to wait long for their questions to be answered.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

You watch as three masked men brandishing guns enter the train car. Gasps sound out from various passengers. The outlaws work their way down the aisle of the train demanding peoples’ valuables. Your heart begins to pound faster as the men draw closer to you.

It won’t be long now.

Before long you are looking up at a tall, blonde outlaw clad in a faded blue shirt. A black bandana hides most of his face except for his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes almost look as if they could see into your very soul. He sets down the bag he is carrying and it is obvious he is about to do something. The man reaches down and grabs you by the sleeve, tearing it a little as he lifts you up. Something is whispered in your ear as he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him.

“it’s showtime darlin’.”

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“You want me to do what?” You exclaim to Hosea as he tells you and Arthur the plan.

“I want you to pose as one of the passengers on the train,” Hosea explains,” then Arthur here will take you as a hostage as a way to escape.”

You throw a glance over to your husband who looks just as unconvinced as you are. After looking at each other for a brief moment Arthur finally asks the question that is on both of your minds.

“Do you think it’ll actually work?”

“Of course it will work,” Dutch booms as he throws open the tent flap before entering.

“I came up with the plan myself,” he continues.

“That’s what I was afraid of,” Arthur mutters under his breath.

“You say somethin’?” Dutch asks Arthur with his iconic scowl. Arthur ignores Dutch’s question and proceeds to ask one of his own.

“How do we know this is safe? What happens if somethin’ goes wrong and I can’t get her out of there?” Arthur scowls.

Every time you and he work a job together he insists that you are beside him the entire time, but more so now. Recently, on a job, the two of you had a close call. Dutch’s plans were based on bad information, and, when it went south, Micha all but abandoned you which almost led to you being caught. Ever since then Arthur has had a hard time trusting Dutch’s plans and Micha in general. While he knows that you are more than capable of handling yourself, there's just something about letting you out of his sight that makes him uneasy.

“Arthur, my boy,” Dutch grins as he swigs an arm around Arthur’s shoulder,” I have all the faith in the world that you’ll be able to pull this off.”

Arthur just lets out a huff in reply as he brushes Dutch’s arm off him.

“I’ll do it,” you sigh. You’d much rather be in on the action with the boys than be posing as some old biddy, but you know the gang needs the money.

“You sure?” Arthur questions as he moves to your side. The concern in his eyes melts your heart. Although he insists he isn’t a good man deep down Arthur has a heart of gold.

“Yeh, I’ll be fine, but I’d much rather be with you boys though,” you give a little pout to emphasize your disappointment. Arthur pulls you in close beside him before giving you a small hug.

“Don’t worry darlin’. I’ll try to make it exciting for ya,” Arthur replies with a smile.

“Try to make it convincing,” Hosea sighs as he watches the two of you embrace.

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So that’s how you ended up here in this ridiculously puffy dress Susan had stuck you in. You squirm a little to try and make it seem like you are uncomfortable in his grasp, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. You try to keep a straight face as an idea creeps into your head. Hosea did say to make it convincing, you think to yourself as you clutch your bag a little tighter.

“Unhand me you big galoot!” You cry out as you wack Arthur across the face with the handbag. Arthur’s eyes widen in surprise as the unexpected force of the bag causes him to stumble back a few steps. In all honesty you didn’t mean to hit him that hard, you got a little too caught up in your performance.

Arthur blinks a couple of times to reorientate himself before wrapping an arm around your chest, pulling you next to him so that your back is flush with his chest. The strength of his arms is almost crushing. His calloused fingers grip your jaw as he forces you to look forward at the passengers. With his pistol and presses the barrel to your head, he begins to speak. You shutter a little at the act. You’re not scared at all, actually quite the opposite you love how rough he is being with you.

“Like I said before, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Kindly hand over y’all’s valuables to these other gentlemen or I might just have to start getting rough. You don’t want me to have to hurt this sweet little thing right here.”

You hear the horrified gasps of the other passengers as they watch him gesture with the weapon. The people get the message and begin handing things over quicker. Once the others have made it all the way through the train car, they continue on to find where the luggage is being kept. By this point, the passengers have settled down some but their fear and nervousness is still palpable.

Arthur decides to stay true to his word about making it exciting for you when he sees an elderly passenger staring daggers at him, almost challenging him to make a move. Arthur releases your jaw from his grip and moves his hand down so that it gropes one of your breasts. The woman lets out a gasp and clutches her handkerchief tighter, quickly averts her eyes from the sight of this outlaw seemingly manhandling a lady. You hear Arthur let out a breathy chuckle and you have to admit that it is a little funny.

The two of you stay there in the passenger car until you hear Charles call out,” time to go, the law will be here soon.” You give Arthur a slight nod letting him know that you are ready to get the hell out of dodge.

“Thank ya folks for your kind hospitality,” Arthur announces as he reaches down and retrieves the bag of stolen items he set there earlier. He shoves the bag into your hands and quickly returns the gun to your temple. The last thing he wants is for everyone to know whose side you're on. He begins backing up, pulling you with him to the exit at the back of the car.

One of the men seated near the front of the car stands and calls out, “ What about the lady? You said you’d let her go if you got what you wanted!”

Arthur stops and looks at the man. A glint of mischief flashes in his eyes.

“Did I now?”

You can almost hear the smirk in his words. Arthur lowers his gun from your temple and holsters it.

“I think I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided that this one here is mine,” Arthur replies as he lifts you up into his arms. The train car once again fills with horrified gasps as the passengers watch Arthur carry you out of the car.

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“That was quite the performance sweetheart. But I coulda done without that handbag hitting me in the face,” Arthur chuckles as he helps you fight against your skirt to get onto the back of Boadicea. He jostles you around as your skirt makes the task much more difficult. Once he has you settled as best he can, Arthur mounts the horse.

“What else would you expect me to do when a big bad outlaw has his hands on me?” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his waist. Arthur can feel arousal pooling in his gut at the sound of your words, but shows no outward signs.

Arthur just huffs in reply as he spurs the Boadicea onward, however you know him better than that. You know he is smiling.

The two of you decide to stop at a hotel for the night to enjoy some of the fruits of your labor before riding on to the camp in the morning. As Arthur is helping you off his horse he whispers some wicked plans in your ear.

“Let me get you out of that dress and then I’ll really show you what an outlaw can really do with his hands.”

Arthur’s raspy voice sends a shiver down your spine; However you decide to tease the man a little more.

“Oh isn’t the big bad outlaw gonna treat a girl to dinner first? Let’s get something to eat,” you purr, you want to see how far you can push him. You want him to be rough with you just like he was on the train. It’s not that you don’t like the way Arthur fucks you, you love his gently touches and praises, but sometimes you crave something different. Something more carnal.

Arthur has to be in a certain mood for him to really get into being rough with you. You can count on one hand the number of times Arthur has taken you like that. All of them after a job.

In hindsight you probably would have gotten what you wanted if you had gone up to the hotel room at the moment since Arthur was already riled up and riding the highs of adrenaline. A quick flash of confusion flickers over Arthur’s face before he realizes what you are doing.

Arthur just grunts at your proposal and drags you to the nearest restaurant as he hopes the meal will be quick.

Dinner ends up being a silent affair, with Arthur being too horny to hold much of a conversation. All he wants to do is rip off your clothes and take you right here. Intentionally eating slowly, you just play it up even more. Arthur grits his teeth as he feels a bulge starting to form in his pants as the sight of you sitting there.

“That’s it,” Arthur growls as he slams money down on the table before dragging you out of the bar. This is it. This is the place you wanted Arthur to get to. You can hardly contain yourself as you watch him check in and get a room for the night. You feel a little devastated when Arthur tells you to go on up to the room to wait for him there while he gets another drink. He is making you pay for your sins.

You follow his instructions and go on to the room. It is small, containing only a bed, small dresser, and two bedside tables, but its location far away from the lobby of the hotel offers you the seclusion you had hoped for. After flopping your upper half down on the bed, you realize what a hassle your skirt is going to be. The crinoline in it prevents you from being able to lay down fully. Your core aches with the thought of your husband. What is he doing? When will he be back? You would have already taken your skirt off to be ready for Arthur’s return but you were definitely going to need his help for that.

You sit up when you hear a key turning to unlock the door. Arthur went ahead and just decided to follow you upstairs. Even though he wanted to punish you, he didn’t have it in him to wait. Arthur strides into the room before closing the door. He barely has the chance to finish locking the door before you are on him. Your hands desperately roam his chest as you try to unbutton his top.

You are only able to make it a quarter of the way down before Arthur stops you.

“Wooh there darlin’. I think we need to focus on getting you out of that monstrosity that Ms. Grimshaw calls a dress.”

You chuckle at his description of your outfit. That’s your Arthur, always the gentleman even when he does want to nail your ass to the bedsheets.

“Get that top off,” Arthur growls as he drops down to one knee to begin undoing the ties of your skirt. You obey and work as fast as you can to rid yourself of the clothes.

“This damned skirt!” Arthur huffs out as the two of you attempt to beat the fabric into submission. Arthur reaches into his pocket, pulling out a knife. As he goes to cut you out of the skirt you stop him.

“I’ve got to wear this back to camp tomorrow. Unless you want me looking like Lady Gadiva.”

Arthur grunts as he sets the knife to the side and goes back into battle with the intricate lacing.

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“If it weren’t for all this damn fabric, you’d of felt how hard I was for ya back there on the train,” Arthur growls as he finally begins to succeed in getting the skirt off your body.

“Oh really?” You hum back as you run your fingers through his hair and you decide to see if you can take this further.

“You like being the big bad outlaw?” You question. Your words cause a low groan to escape from his lips. He likes this and you know it.

“I had half the mind to bend you over in front of all those people and fuck you,” Arthur purrs as he finally manages to get the skirt loose. He pulls both your skirt and bloomers down to your ankles in one fell swoop. He offers you a hand as you step out of the pool of fabric before taking a moment to admire your nude form.

Arthur presses his lips against yours as he backs you up until your knees hit the bed causing you to sit down.

Arthur pulls back from the kiss before standing up to begin removing his trousers. Another bolt of arousal shoots down your spine when you hear the sound of his gun belt hitting the floor. Arthur watches as your eyes flick over to his bandana laying on the dresser and an idea pops into his head. He strolls over to the furniture and grabs the fabric.

You watch, wide eyed, as Arthur ties the bandana around his face, just like it was on the train. the sight made you drool. Arthur walks back over to the bed and grabs your jaw roughly.

“Alright, here’s what yer gonna do. Yer gonna just sit there, lookin’ all pretty like, and let me do whatever I want to ya. Got it?” Arthur growls as he lets up the pressure on your jaw just enough for you to respond. You give a little nod.

“Good girl,” Arthur praises before letting go of your face in favor of removing his trousers. He watches as a beaming smile spreads across your face at the praise. Arthur pulls his trousers down just enough so that his hard cock springs out. You reach out to take him in your hand, only to be stopped by Arthur grabbing your wrist.

“Just your mouth, no hands,” Arthur growls from above you. You just nod and shuffle your body closer to him. A low groan escapes him when he feels your lips close around him. Arthur places a hand in your hair to position you where he wants. He doesn’t thrust into your mouth, but instead uses the hand threaded in your hair to bob you up and down on him, letting your mouth do all the work.

He throws his head back and lets out a groan at the feeling. The sounds coming from his mouth only cause you to become more desperate. You reach a hand down and allow two of your fingers to slip inside your dripping core. You moan around Arthur as you do so. When you moan Arthur looks back down at you to figure out the cause. When he sees where your fingers are he smiles to himself. Arthur pulls your mouth off of his cock and quickly takes the hand once holding your hair and places it firmly on your jaw. His other hand reaches down to pull your fingers out of your core.

“Didn’t say you could do that, did I?” Arthur asks as he kneels down to eye level with you. A wicked grin is plaster on his face as you sheepishly shake your head ‘no’.

“Looks like I’ll just have to punish ya for it then,” Arthur coos in a sickly sweet voice. Arthur lets go of your jaw and wrist in favor of undressing. You feel your core clench around nothing as you watch him remove the rest of his clothes.

The sight of his broad chest never fails to make you ache. Your eyes trace over the various scars spattered on his torso. You never understood why Arthur would always call them ugly. You loved his scars. You love everything about this man.

Your eyes continue to roam over his body and you take in the sight of his toned chest, arms and thighs. How could this man degrade himself so much? Arthur jolts you out of your thoughts by sitting down beside you on the bed. The mattress sags under his weight. You sit up on your heels and wait for your next instructions.

“Come ‘ere,” Arthur chuckles at your eagerness. You quickly obey and move closer to the man.

“Lay down over my lap.”

Okay this is new. You had only brought up the idea of him spanking you once. And that idea was quickly shot down by Arthur. Arthur was terrified of accidentally hurting you or taking things too far. He knew the life the both of you led brought along with it pain. He didn’t want to add anymore to your life.

But now Arthur was in just the right mood to try it out. In all honesty, he didn’t truly want this to hurt you, just to sting a little so that you would listen to him. Butterflies filled your insides as you lay your bare stomach across his thighs. The way his cock twitches against your side indicates that he is just as eager as you are.

“Alright, tell me if it gets to be too much for ya darlin’,” Arthur instructs as he rubs gentle open palmed circles on your exposed rear.

“Okay,” you whisper as another shiver of arousal runs down your spine. His hand lands on you with a smack. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes in the room as you let out a whimper. The force was much greater than you were expecting but it felt oh so good. Arthur gives your rear a little soothing rub before landing another blow to the other cheek. With each spank you let out little pants and whimpers at the sting. You can feel yourself dripping onto his thigh as the punishment continues. You know your rear must be red at this point but that doesn’t matter now.

Arthur lands one particularly hard slap on the skin just below your cheek. This causes you to cry out at the unexpected pain.

“Too much? You want me to stop,” Arthur questions upon hearing your cry. There is obvious concern in his voice.

“Keep going,” you sob, your nails digging into the sheets. Arthur just nods and continues with a couple more swats before he decides to move on. You gasp as you feel a calloused finger prod your entrance.

“Arthur,” you whine out as you attempt to move back so that his finger enters you. However, Arthur pulls his hand farther away, causing you to huff in protest.

“Beg.”

“What?” You ask as you turn your head to look up at him.

“I said beg. Beg for my fingers,” Arthur replies with a straight face. By this time all of your dignity has all but flown out the window. You want him to touch you so bad and you are willing to do just about anything.

“Arthur please give me more,” you beg, wiggling your hips a little. A harsh slap lands on your sore rear in response.

“Gonna have to do better than that,” Arthur laughs. The frustration is so great that you feel as if you will pass out if he doesn’t touch you soon. Arousal has clouded your brain. It is almost as if the whole world has stopped spinning, making it seem as if it was just the two of you here in this moment in time.

“Arthur please! Please fuck me with your fingers! Do anything you want to me. I’ll be a good girl! I promise,” you plead out as a couple of frustrated tears roll down your face. In the back of your mind you know the other guests probably hear your pleas to your husband but you don’t care. Arthur smiles at your words and quickly pushes two fingers deep into your wet cunt.

His fingers are much bigger than yours and cause a delicious stretch. You gasp at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you. One hand remains fisted in the sheets while the other is clamped down over your mouth to keep you from screaming out. Arthur begins to scissor you open in preparation for him. A low rumble settles in his chest as he watches you squirm and writhe around in his lap, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest at the knowledge that he is the only one who gets to see you like this.

Another finger is shoved into you as Arthur stretches you even further. Arthur has stopped the quick paced pumping in and out of you in favor of searching for that spot that has your legs shaking. It only takes the man a couple of seconds to find it, and he knows he has found it when you let out a little sob of pleasure and clench around him. In a matter of mere minutes you can already feel the tell tale signs of your orgasm approaching. Arthur moves his thumb so that it is resting directly over your clit. Your breath quickens as you feel the knot inside you coil tighter. When he starts rubbing circles onto your clit, that wave of pleasure reaches its peak. You cum with Arthur’s name freely flowing from your lips. Your legs shake violently as the high continues to take over your body.

You expect Arthur to slow his movements but instead he just continues. You let out a whine when Arthur begins moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion in an attempt to make you orgasm a second time. The pleasure is borderline painful at this point. You know what he wants but you’re not sure you can give it to him.

You reach back in an attempt to grab his wrist to stop him, but his other hand just pins you down against the sheets.

“Too much! Too much,” you cry as you feel a strange sensation building in the pit of your stomach. Arthur slows down a little as he responds to your plea.

“Come on darlin’. Will ya just try for me? Please?,” Arthur questions, he fully intends on stopping if you want him to but he really hopes that’s not the case.

“I’ll try,” you whimper before you feel his fingers begin to speed up again.

“Good girl,” he coos. Arthur presses his thumb down against your clit once more. This is all it takes to have you gushing onto his fingers. You moan out as you feel your second orgasm grab hold of you. Arthur keeps a firm grasp on you as your body twitches and spasms in his lap. You hiss at the sensitivity as Arthur pulls his fingers out of you.

“You took your punishment so well,” Arthur coos as he flips you over onto the bed. He has you on your side with your back to him. Arthur positions himself up close to you with his chest against your back. You can feel his erection pressing against the small of your back. The way his large body covers you makes you feel so small.

Arthur takes your leg and pulls it back so that you can halfway wrap it around his thigh. Arthur keeps his hand on your thigh to help you remain in the position. You feel his cock nudge at your entrance. You shudder as you feel a drop of precum land on your inner thigh. Arthur then snakes an arm under your body so that he can place a hand on your neck. His grip is loose as he doesn’t want to actually choke you. He wants to let you know he’s there.

“You ready,” Arthur huffs in your ear.

“Yes,” you mumble as you relax into his touch. Arthur groans as he sinks into your tight heat. Even after taking him so many times, your husband always manages to stretch you out. Arthur starts off with a slow pace, allowing you to get used to the sensation. His blunt nails dig into the meat of your thigh as he increases the pace.

“Yer so fucking good to me,” Arthur pants in your ear. You only manage a pitiful whimper in response.

The room echoes with moans as Arthur thrusts into you. You can feel another orgasm approaching at an alarming speed.

“Arthur! I’m going to-“

“Let go for me darlin’,” Arthur purrs as he increases his pressure on your throat. The feeling triggers your third orgasm of the evening. He grits his teeth as a low growl escapes him when he feels you clench. Arthur slows his thrusts to long steady ones as he works you through your orgasm. You can tell he is getting close by the way his rhythm falters.

You give him one more clench to help him along before his cock is kicking inside of you. Your toes curl as you feel Arthur coat your insides with hot ropes of cum. Arthur continues to fuck his cum into you until he is totally spent.

“I love you,” Arthur pants into your ear before reaching up to pull the bandana down off of his face to place a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too,” you respond and you pull his arm around your chest, snuggling closer to him. The two of you lay together panting for a while before he pulls out of you.

His cum leaks out onto your thighs as you feel the mattress spring back into place as he gets up. You watch as the man you love walks around to your side of the bed, undoing the bandana from around his neck as he moves. He kneels down in front of you with a smile.

“You did great,” Arthur praises in a soothing voice as he takes the bandana and cleans up the mess between your thighs. You jolt a little at the feeling of it rubbing against your sore pussy.

“No you did,” you reply with a sleepy grin. Arthur just chuckles as he finishes cleaning you up before doing the same to himself. You let your eyes slip closed and you hear him make his way back around to the other side of the bed once more. The mattress dips back down as he joins you on the bed. He pulls you close and spoons you in his arms.

“Was that rough enough for ya?” Arthur questions as he places little kisses on your neck.

“Uh huh,” you hum back,” you know I always like to see your big bad outlaw side.”

Arthur lets out a quiet chuckle closing his eyes as well.

“I guess you whacking me with that handbag really got me goin’.” Arthur grins as he feels you relax into him.

“Hmm I guess I’ll just have to work jobs like this more often then.”

That’s the last thing you mutter before you drift off to sleep.

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The Freedom of Expression - Vol:21, Discussing Nouteikarano2.

(LONG POST* Starts with with Hanshin talk, but leads into very interesting talk about Kaoru's artistic process)

K: Ok, here we go, this is the Freedom of Expression. I'm Kaoru from Dir en grey.

J: And I'm Joe Yokomizo, not Miura Jun.

K: Haha

T: Im Tasai from Tokyo Sports.

J: Ok, so here we are again...Kaoru, you must be happy about that thing, right?

T: Oh, THAT, right?

J: Yeh, that!

K: You keep saying 'that'.

J: Say it yourself then!

K: That pineapple thing?

J: No, no.

T: Yes, yes, it is that!

J: Eh? Is it?? I dont even know the details!

T: Haha

J: Look, they know what 'THAT' is in the comments!

K: Its the pineapple thing.

T: Yep

J: Eh?! Whats the pineapple thing? Is that right??....Ok, yeahhh, the pineapple thing!!

K, T: Hahaha

J: Congratulations! *applause*

K: Yeah, congratulations.

J: The Hanshin Tigers won at last! They conquered the Central League! Is that the expression people use?

K: Yes, thats right.

J: Congratulations! *applause*

T: Its the first time in 18 years, right?

J: What were you doing at that moment?

K: I was watching it...Uh, we it got into the bottom of the ninth innings, I was thinking OMG! I was getting really excited, like OMGOMG!

J, T: Hahaha

K: But then Sakamoto got a home run, and I suddenly got really calm, like, 'oh wow'...and when they won, I was like, 'Okay, good job!'. Haha

J: You calmed yourself down for the actual moment?

K: Yeah

J: Someone asked, 'Did you cry?'

K: A little bit, a few tears of joy.

J: Well, you would shed a tear after 18 years.

T: Of course you would.

K: Yeah.

J: So what happens after this? I have no idea how it works.

K: Well, the Climax series starts soon, and if they get through that, they will go onto the Nihon series.

J: Ah, after 18 years..

K: Its true that they actually won the Central League, but I never thought they would, haha. Even up until the last minute, other teams' fans were certain Hanshin would win this, but it was only the Hanshin fans going, 'Ahh, still not sure' Haha. Something was bound to get in the way.

T: Haha

J: Haha, in the bottom of your heart, you really don't trust them, do you? You love them, but you can't trust them.

K: Haha, something could come along and knock them down at the last minute.

J: Well, I guess no-one knows when the team in second place will catch up. That could even be the Hanshin Tigers, right?

T: There was one point where they were about level with Hiroshima, but began taking the lead again after that.

K: Yeah, the same happened with DeNa too, but then they ran away with the lead.

T: They did.

K: September was incredible. They had 11 wins in a row.

J: It might be unlucky to say this? But will they be ok getting to the Nihon series? Haven‘t they used up all their success already?

K: Yeah, at the moment they are on a downward spiral...but they did actually win today's game.

J: But they are only throwaway matches now, right? So it doesn't matter.

K: Yeah, but there is still the players' individual stats to consider.

J: Oh, leader titles?

K: Yeah, and they really should try to keep up their form to suceed in the next stages.

J: I see, so they need to remain vigilant, but for now at least the fans can shed a few relieved tears at this 18 year in the waiting win.

K: Yes. So, as for next month....next month is the Climax series. I think it starts on the 18th, right? If it all goes as normal, Hanshin should have three games on the 18th, 19th, and 20th. If they win those, they will get to the Nihon series. BUT...if they end up with a 4th match on the 21st, we will watch it live here.

J, T: Ohh!

*applause*

J: Hang on though, what if they don't have a 4th match??

K: In that case we could just celebrate them getting to the Nihon series, or play baseball themed games or something. haha.

T: Well, yeah, it will be a celebration.

K: If there is no Hanshin game on that day, that means they already won the Climax series, so I'm honestly quite happy even if there is no game that day.

J: It has nothing to do with this show really, right? Haha

T: Thats right.

K: I just want them to win.

J: Yeah, thats your first priority. So that is the plan for the October broadcast anyway. Will they make it through the next series? Who knows? But everyone, keep your hopes up. Ok, so we are still requesting questions and comments from viewers. If you have any thoughts, requests, ideas, anything...please write them in the comments section. Twitter users can....Oh its not called twitter anymore, is it? X users can post with the hashtag TFOE. So, this show is free for everyone during the first half, but the second half is for members only. If you become a member, you can watch this in the archives for a year, and also enjoy a members only video in the coming days. You can become a member using the link which is at the top of your screens now, Leader point to it please. So please do join and enjoy the show to the end. Ok, so before we get onto the main talk, does everyone remember us going to Shimokitazawa last time? Did you all watch it? We are currently taking entries from channel members to win these viewer presents! Here they are! First is a Phalaris LP signed by Kaoru. And next is Björk's album Biophilia, which Kaoru selected at Disc Union.

K: Tasai, can you get Björk to sign this for us?

T: Eh?!! How?? Where even is she now??

K: Hahaha!

J: You could ask Hiranabe to do his gyōza signature on it?

T: Haha yeh.

J: There might be someone out there who wants Hiranabe's Björk gyōza signature! Anyway, we will give these away, so if you want either of these please go to the show's blog and place your entry. That's the Phalaris LP and also Biophila by Björk, as chosen by Kaoru. Ok, now for today's talk....Was it running until yesterday? Yes, thats right, today its a special broadcast to talk about Kaoru's art exhibition, Nouteikarano2! *applause* I think a lot of you probably went to see it. Thank you to everyone who did. There may be many people who couldn't make it due to their schedule though, so Leader, can you tell us what kind of exhibition it was? Give us the basics. Oh, someone commented, 'It was great!' Thank you! Oh, and 'I went!'

K: Thank you. Well, 4 years ago I put on an exhibition of representations of the dark dreams I had when I was a kid, and this time was a kind of imagining of the continuation of those dreams. Thats the idea I started with. But at the same time, these images are still just coming naturally out of my head, the same place they came from last time. So thats why I decided to use the same title, Nouteikarano.

J: So, you held the exhibition in Tokyo and Osaka this time?

K: Yes

J: How was that? Was there anything you were particularly conscious of by holding it in two locations?

K: Well, in Tokyo, as well as the art, there was a display of various items from my past, things I used when I was a kid etc. Those teru teru bōzus were there too. So I displayed these to show some of my personal things along with my art. The Osaka venue was really small, so I just displayed the art there, but it was a chance to see the art at much closer range than in Tokyo.

J: I see, so with the larger capacity in Tokyo, you were able to show some of those memories. And as Osaka was so small, you could get a close range view?

K: Yes.

J: Both myself and Tasai visited the Tokyo exhibition, didn't we? Tasai what did you think?

T: I couldn't believe how much Kaoru revealed. It wasn't Kaoru from that band, it was Kaoru the person. With those toys and things, I thought it was very revealing. It was exciting. Like, a strange kind of excitement. Joe, what did you think?

J: Well, we are gonna talk about which pieces we liked later, but...of course I went to see the first Noiteikarano too, and I saw the high quality of work then. But this time it seemed to be on a much deeper level. It felt overwhelmingly deep. We'll have a look soon, but I couldn't get the images out of my head, they had a big impact on me. If any of the viewers went, please write your thoughts and impressions in the comments too. Ok, so moving on, next myself and Tasai will be asking Kaoru a few questions about Nouteikarano2, but if viewers have questions, please send them too. That goes for both people who have seen the paintings and for people who haven't. We'll be happy to take your questions. Ok, Tasai! What do you want to ask first?

T: Hmm, should we take a look at the photos?

J: Ok, lets first look at photos of the venue.

T: This is Tokyo?

K, J: Yes.

T: People in Osaka may not have seen this yet.

K: Yeah, so this is what you saw as soon as you entered.

J: When choosing the venue, you have to think about how the art will appear in the place, right?

K: Yeah

J: Im sure you checked out a few different venues this time, but it was quite interesting entering this particular venue.

K: Well, it was underground, down that narrow staircase, haha.

J: Yes, its like it was hidden, or a secret den or something. Going down there was almost like a ritual to enter Kaoru's mind. Ah, someone commented, 'The lighting was cool'.

T: Someone is asking how you figured out the order in which to display them.

K: Well, I had a fixed order pretty much prepared in advance, but unless you actually put them in place, you can't know how well it will work. For example, with that painting on the right of the photo, I originally planned to hang paintings on either side of it too. But it didn't quite work out in reality, so I left it as one. You really have to test it out to know if it will work. I went there with an idea of the order, but I didn't know how it would go till I tried it.

J: It depends on the type of wall too probably.

K: As for deciding what to include in the space, this is what I came up with.

J: Ahh, can we look at another photo?

K: Ok, so this is if you turn left from the first photo.

J: Yeah, I think we'll take a look at individual paintings soon, but those two red and green paintings at the far left side, did you paint those while I was there?

K: No no, those were there from the start. Can you see that tiny one above those two? I painted that in the venue. All the others shown there were there from the start.

J: I see, only that small one at the top, between the red and green ones. It seems like the viewers understand.

K: Can you see those small squares under the red and green ones? The tshirt im wearing is from those.

J: Oh, I see....So that area on the left out of shot is where you were doing your live painting?

K: Yes

J: Were you there the whole time? No? Just sometimes?

K: Sometimes I went, sometimes I didn't.

J: You were painting there, right?

K: Wasn't I painting while you were there?

J: When I got there, you were in that area, but you came out to talk to me when you saw me. There was an unfinished painting on your desk, it looked like you were in the middle of painting. So, I thought 'Ahh, this is where he paints them'.

T: Someone commented 'The live painting was amazing!'

J: Ah, now we are getting these kind of comments. Ok, lets see the next photo.

T: Is this the entrance?

K: Well, after you get inside there was the merch corner, and this wall kinda lead to that. On the otherside of this wall was all my stuff.

J: Ah, your childhood things etc. Did you draw all this on the wall while you were there?

K: Yeah, we actually made this wall. So it was ok to draw on it. We've already torn this down.

J: No way!

K: Yeah, we were gonna discard it anyway, so it was ok to draw on it.

J: Someone commented, 'The drawings increased day by day'. Ah, that means it looked a lot different on the first and last days. Agh, you already discarded it?? People are saying they want it!

K: Isn't it too big?

J: Well, I mean, you could cut it up and make it into NFTs or something? Ah, a comment saying you should make it into a present. Hey, I want you to come to my home and draw art on the walls!

K: Really?? You'll let me draw anything, right?

J: No, not ANYTHING...

K: Hahaha

T: No no, you have to let the artists follow their inspiration!

J: Yeah thats true, but I know he would end up pranking me. Like, what if just he drew loads of dicks or something??

K: Haha, just let me draw anything I like!

J: No no, not ANYTHING. This is my home! Draw something that would impress any women I bring over, that kind of thing. Not just ANYTHING.

K: Haha

T: Hey, do those mouth/face characters have a name?

K: No, I just tried drawing one, and it turned out quite fun, so I drew a bunch of them.

J: Ahh, I see. Actually, how many paintings were there in total?

K: *counts in head* Hmm, maybe 15 or 16. It might be more, if you include the small ones.

J: Ah, someone said there were 18 in Osaka. We spoke about this before, but this time there were more bigger paintings compared to last time, right?

K: Yes

J: Also, how long did it take you to paint them?

K: Well, I first started painting the big pieces in February this year. And then I was finished them in June. So I finished them then, and worked on the smaller and medium sized ones around the same time.

T: How do you actually get a painting started? What goes through your head before you make the first brush stroke?

J: Ah, yeh! Cause we only see the finished product, right?

K: Well, nothing specific. If I'm using a white canvas, I will usually cover it all black first. And then I will apply white over that and do the actual painting on that. In that way, the black comes through in sections where I erase any parts, and gives it a kind of hazy effect. It makes it more atmospheric than just painting on the bare canvas. So yes, I usually start by covering it black.

J: Well, you did explain some of the pieces to me, but when you start, do you have a vision of what you want it to look like when its finished, or any kind of rough sketch?

K: No. If I did, I'd just end up following that, and it would get boring.

J: So, its not the case that having a rough sketch beforehand allows you to easily see when you've finished?

K: No, you'd just be following the sketch, it wouldn't be exciting at all.

J: I see, it would be more like completing a job, and less like a creative challenge.

T: Conversely, how do you know when you've finished a piece?

K: Like, 'This'll do'... haha

J: So you feel that moment? You don't feel like painting any more after that?

K: Wel, I can..but usually its just like, 'Hmm, this is about right'.

T: Are there any similarities to song writing?

K: Well, with songwriting the other members are there, I can check with them, and ask what they think. Here, its just me, so I just think to myself, 'Hm, I think its done'. I'm free to go in whichever direction I choose with this too.

J: Some of the pictures have titles too, right? Do the titles correlate (*J uses the word 相関性 for this*) with the images?...I mean, I guess they do, right?

K: What does 相関性 mean?

J: Like, do the titles have meaning in relation to the pictures?

K: Yes, they do. I wasn't intending to use titles at all at first...but then when I saw the finished art...Words create a lot of bias though, right? They pull you in their direction.

J: At what stage did you create the titles?

K: Right at the end, some of them only just in time.

T: Can we see another photo? Ah, this is the painting titled 'Doko made mo'. It really does seem difficult finding the words to describe this.

K: Yeah

J: Yeah, a name can pull you one way, and it can exclude other interpretations.

T: Next photo, how do you read this title?

K: This is 'Matsuretsu no yukue' (末列のゆくえ)

T: I like this one.

J: Its mainly monotone, but there is a splash of colour there too.

T: Kaoru, I wanted to ask if there is any meaning behind the way you use red and green in your art?

J: Yeah, in the eyes of Kaoru, what are colours?

K: Hm, there isn't really any meaning behind the colours. They just somehow...

T: They just appear from you?

K: Hmm, yeah. There is no special meaning behind different colours.

J: A comment asks 'Where does the last row begin from?' The left or right side? (*Im not sure of the translation of 末列/matsurestu, but Im goin with 'last row'. Open to corrections*)

K: It begins on the right side.

J: Ok, next photo, this is titled 'Inuka'. Is the intonation ok? Like, INuka?

K: Haha, yes, INuka.

J: Not inuKA, right?

K: Haha, no.

J: People seem to really like this one. This was on one of the tshirts too wasn't it?

K: Yes.

J: Yeah, someone said Inuka is their fave. Its mine too! (*Joe pronounces it 'inuKA' by mistake*)

K: Its 'INuka', haha.

J: Haha, sorry. By the way, what does this title mean?

K: Well, some of my friends and people who saw it asked, 'Is it a dog??' (これ犬か？？/kore inu ka??)

J: (speaking English) 'Is this dog?? Is this dog??' No?

K: Haha...no, it looks like its been shot through (射抜かれてる/inukareteiru) . So thats why I called it 'Inuka'.

J: Ahhh, I see. It kinda looks like the silhouette of a dog at the top though. Yes, this was my favorite. Can I ask a quick question about this? Is it ok? That white section in the middle, tell me how you created that part. That white line.

K: I used tape to create a clean line, then pulled the tape off.

J: So thats the result after pulling the tape off. It looks amost like a hole. As it happens, the day after I first saw this, I was working with the modern artist Gunji Pegio-Yukio who belongs to the Science and Engineering Department at Waseda University. I was asking him where creativity comes from, and for him it comes from connection to the outer realm. We humans live in the inner realm, but if you can somehow connect with that outer realm, then inspiration will fall down to you. According to him, humans can train themselves to reach that other realm, but as for art, an important element in any finished work is the existence of a hole-like area somewhere, so that things from the outer realm can fall into it. Its like a portal from this realm to the outer realm that you can pass through and back again. I mean, it doesn't have to be a hole, anything that looks like it could draw you in, or that the other realm could come through from, something that really impacts the image. I was just coincidentally talking about this with him. Anyway, so with this piece I feel like there is a connection to the other realm with that white hole. So I really did like this picture. I felt like I could reach the other realm through this. I mean, this is just my personal take. Yes, so this picture Inuka lined up perfectly with my talk with Gunji san. Can we see any more pictures?

K: Thats all for now.

T: Honestly, Im so impressed with your energy Kaoru, being in a band and creating all this art. Where does it come from?

K: Well, I just like making things.

J: Which was the most difficult piece to make this time?

K: Well, with the big paintings, you want them to be kind of intense, right? I didn't want them to be mediocre. I was trying to avoid that.

J: How do you avoid it?

K: Well, just going up close and working on each part in detail. I was looking closely at every part.

T: Its really interesting to me how you get the right balance of feelings in your work. You have that unique font that you created too. I always find that really interesting.

J: Someone asked, 'Any photos of Osaka?'. Unfortunately we only have photos of Tokyo today. But Kaoru, both the Tokyo and Osaka runs are over now, so tell us how you feel about how it went.

K: Well, I was slightly nervous about the whole thing before it started. Like, how would people take to it?...Cause I've never studied art or anything like that, I didn't think the pictures I did were all that great, I just like drawing. So I just wanted people to come and have a look they felt like it. When I had them finished, I lined them all up in the apartment I was renting, and I was really concerned that they weren't that good. But after I saw them all displayed in the exhibition, I actually felt that they do actually appear kind of interesting. So I was pleased about that.

J: Ok, so the first part of the show is gonna end soon.

T: That was quick! You wanna ask more questions, right everyone?

J: I'm sure they do, but time is limited unfortunately. We don't have Toshi-Low here to draw our time out forever.

K: Haha

J: Ok, so in the second part, we have a piece of art to show you especially. We talked earlier about how Kaoru was doing live painting at the exhibition, and this is one of the pieces he completed there, right?

K: Yes

J: Anyone who was at the last day in Tokyo might have seen it already, but those who went to Osaka will not have, neither will people who went to the earlier Tokyo days. So we will show this exclusively in the second part, please look forward to that. We will also hear a lot more talk from Kaoru, so please keep sending in your questions. Additionally, since the theme of the exhibition stemmed from Kaoru's dreams, we also have a dream themed activity planned, so please become a member to get a closer look into Kaoru's mind. Ok, I'll let you know how you can watch the second half. The second half is for channel members only, so if you want to watch it you will need to register. If you become a member, you will be able watch this broadcast in the archives for a year, and there will also be an extra members only video posted in the coming days. Thats right, there is the link at the top of the screen, Kaoru is pointing to it. Please use this blue link to become a channel member. When you click the link, you will get a page asking you to choose your payment method. Choose your prefered method, click proceed, then enter your details. Thats it. So if you haven't joined yet, please do so to see Kaoru's art in the second part. Also, as we said at the beginning, we are taking entries to win the prizes from Shimokitazawa last time. The prizes are for members only and two winners will be picked by lottery. The prizes are a Phalaris LP signed by Kaoru, and Björk's Biophilia as picked by Kaoru in Disc Union. Please go to this show's blog to enter. Kaoru, do you have any announcements?

K: I do! Well, its still the month after next, but the tour will start then.

J: So you're in the preparation stage? Just taking it slowly?

K: Well, there is still a lot to sort out. But we have the setlist already.

J: Ohhh, yeah, people are looking forward to that. Ok, so as per the tour things are moving!

K: Yes

T: When I think of it, the last year has gone by in a blink. Already the next tour on its way.

J: Your nostrils are really flared!

T: Haha, no, I just mean, I envy the fans having so much to look forward to.

J: But Tasai, you have loads of gyoza stuff to enjoy, right?

T: Well...

K: Isn't that fun?

T: Yeah, I suppose so.

J: Anyway, we will have a short break here, members just wait there. You still have time to become member! Ok, second part next, quick break! Bye bye, see you later.

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