#this says nothing about the characters and plenty about yourselves

[klausbens]

boh posso solo essere felice del fatto che qui su tumblr di cose opinabili ne ho lette veramente poche, perché quello che sta succedendo su twitter ha molto poco a che fare con mimmone o simuel che siano, e con mimmo o manuel che siano, e molto invece con il fatto che le persone non si sanno comportare e non hanno la minima idea di quale sia il limite massimo da non superare assolutamente. mi pare veramente assurdo il modo in cui devo sempre finire con il disgusto nel corpo perché qualcuno si sveglia al mattino e decide di esagerare. spero che a domenico e damiano giunga poco o niente di tutta questa storia e correlati, e spero che le persone che vogliono godersi le cose in santa pace riescano a continuare a creare e consumare per il piacere di farlo e non per perpetrare ideologie marce

#mimmone #simuel #un professore #this says nothing about the characters and plenty about yourselves

[cozage]

The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 26: Thereafter

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1k AN: This is more of an epilogue of sorts. There's not a lot of dialogue, but it does kind of wrap everything up. I really have enjoyed writing this, and I hope you have enjoyed it as well :) thanks for a fun time and a great ride. I could say 5,000 more things about this fic and how much I love you for supporting it, but let's finish this up :)

It had taken Ace a few days to make the house liveable, but plenty of people had opened their homes for you to stay in while you all finished the essential repairs. They never made you feel like a burden, and even though you tried to keep to yourselves, they were eager to get to know you.

You had expected to pay for all the tools you needed, but the townsfolk on this island were kind and generous. Several families had lent Ace tools, and some had even come by to offer their help. Even though you were on a hill outside of town, people dropped in throughout the day, bringing baked goods or hand-sewn linens as welcoming gifts. 

So much for privacy. You had more of it in your shared bunkhouse on the Moby Dick. 

But you didn’t find yourself irritated by the townspeople’s check-ins. While most of them asked basic questions about your past and eyed Ace’s scarred back, they never pried. And even better, they always seemed to know when it was time to leave. 

After a few weeks, you had fallen into a strange pattern of familiarity. Even as your belly grew bigger, you tried your best to help Ace as much as you could every day. In the morning, you would get up and make him coffee. He would always scold you, claiming that you were the one who was supposed to be pampered right now, but he continued to allow you to do it for now. 

You all would eat a quick breakfast, and then begin to work on house improvements. The morning was the best time to work, since it was still cool out. The two of you patched up holes in the walls and began to decorate the inside of your little two-bedroom cabin. The projects never seemed to end.

And every morning while you worked, Mr. Cheddle would deliver a newspaper, and you would invite him in for breakfast. If he declined, you would send him some kind of snack to thank him for bringing the paper up the hill. You knew he didn’t mind, but you still felt obligated to send him away with something. 

You’d leave Ace to go make lunch, and usually find some variety of baked goods on the counter from someone welcoming you to the town. You often found yourself wondering if people would ever stop sending you things, or if you would become someone who baked for your neighbors just for the hell of it. 

At lunch, you would read the paper and update Ace on anything interesting. Afterwards, the two of you would typically walk to town together to find something to do. Some days you would shop, others you would go your separate ways. Whether it was tea with Arabelle, or a walk in the park with Crilly and her three dogs, or even sitting at Sellie-Tien’s shop and catching up on gossip, you always found something to do. 

And as the sun set, you and Ace would walk back up the hill, talking of your time spent apart, and even stopping to chat with others along the road. 

What a strange life you were living. How mundane it all was. And yet…perfect. 

On one particular day it had been too hot for you to work, even in the morning. And with nothing to do, you decided to read the News Coo early. You kept your eyes peeled for any words of Luffy, but there had been no news of him since his stunt at Marineford. 

However, today there was far more interesting news on the front page. One you had been waiting for. 

One about Portgas D. Ace.

“You’re dead!” You cheered, holding up the News Coo to show Ace. 

Ace dropped his tools and ran over to you, reading it over quickly. 

“They made a grave for me and everything,” he said. “Impressive.” 

“It helps that they took your hat,” you mentioned. He pouted at the thought. 

“I’m gonna miss that hat.” He handed the paper back to you. “What about you?”

“Still nothing.” You read through the article once again just to make sure you hadn’t skipped anything. “I doubt they’ll officially say I’m dead.”

“Really?” Ace asked. “Why’s that?”

“Because they reported it wrong once,” you admitted, setting the paper down. “They can’t do that again. Can you imagine the embarrassment?”

“But they won’t bother us here.” Ace looked out over the ocean. “They don’t have jurisdiction.”

“That’s why Marco chose it for us,” you said. “It’s quiet. Out of the way. Nobody will bother us. It’s perfect.”

“Seems like a more than fair trade off,” Ace said, and you nodded in agreement. 

“We finally get to have our happily ever after.”

Ace smiled at you, kissing your cheek. “And I can’t wait to spend it with you. Our perfect little family.”

---

Sengoku stared long and hard at a small piece of paper with little hearts doodled all over. Against everything that he knew and had been told, the card sat between his fingers in perfect condition. 

Garp walked into the room, full of drive and purpose. “Listen Sengoku, I need to tell you something. I-“

“I know,” he said. “You’re going to retire. But before you turn in that resignation letter, I want to give you something.”

Sengoku handed off the piece of paper covered with hearts. “Do with this what you will. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never seen it.”

Garp examined it, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw the name written across it in perfect cursive. Ace. 

“Where did you get this?”

“We took it off Portgas D. Ace when he arrived at Impel Down.  We thought it belonged to him, but that must not be the case, since he’s dead now.”

Garp held the card in his hand carefully. The paper slowly inched away from him. “So who’s it belong to then?”

“Probably nobody,” Sengoku shrugged. “I’m about to retire myself, and that little scrap of paper seems like a lot of paperwork and a lot of personal investigation. I just don’t have it in me. Especially for some pirate who we all saw die. Take it off my hands for me. Do something with it, just don’t tell me what. As a favor.”

“Yes sir,” Garp said, tears in his eyes. “Thank you.”

“No Garp,” Sengoku said. “Thank you.”

--

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[genericpuff]

On this week's episode of "Webtoon Controversies That Could Have Been Avoided If Only They Had Some Damn Quality Control"-

Oh boy, prepare yourselves, there's some TEA on this one.

Quantum Entanglement, a new Webtoon Originals series from creator Arts Angel (aka Sarah Ellerton) is uh... a teeny weeny painfully obvious that it was made with AI.

AI is getting better, but when it comes to comics, there are still a lot of "tells" you can pick up on once you know where to look. Hands are certainly one of them.

Not knowing how to draw hands efficiently and consistently is definitely an Artist Problem(tm) but it becomes a lot more obvious it was made by AI when you get weird little off-putting mistakes like a fingernail being just a little too long or missing joints (hot dog fingers, eyo) or the distinction between fingers not being clear.

But there's also hair and other detailed parts that are often lost in the translation process between prompt to final piece. Jewelry, text on a screen, phones, that sort of thing. The insinuation of a 'thing' is there, but it's like looking at it through a fishbowl.

And ultimately, a lot of AI art tends to just be a little too 'perfect'. Everything is just a little too smooth for it to look like it was naturally made by a person. Faces end up veering into the uncanny valley territory and there are inconsistencies between the eyes and the rest of the body. Backgrounds become lost in what I like to call "AI goop", becoming nothing more than weird blurred/filtered out insinuations of what's supposed to be behind the character.

Basically, at this point, it's undeniably clear that AI is being used to create this comic. While there are also plenty of signs in the handiwork that show a human was involved in some parts, there are other places that are undeniably filled in with the use of AI. So it's not necessarily a 100% made-by-AI comic, but it's absolutely AI assisted.

But what's REALLY absurd about this whole situation? The creator denies it. To the point of including a disclaimer in the first episode trying to "get ahead" of people who are assuming it's AI by saying, "No, it's not made with AI, here's the proof! Don't look at the blood on my hands or the body in the trunk of my car!"

Now, first off, the absolute absurdity of making yourself look guiltier by trying to prove your innocence before people have even started to suspect you... I'd like to think that this was edited into the first episode after the initial accusations started rolling in but considering it's an Originals series, it's hard to know if it was, as creators typically don't get as much control over just editing their episodes on the fly like Canvas creators do. Typically it's their editors who do that sort of thing for them. And even if it was edited in afterwards, it's still there for people who have no idea going into the comic blind and might not automatically assume it was made with AI, so it just looks like you're bringing up the potential of AI being used completely unprovoked. By planting the idea in your audience's brain that AI is even a question, you're making them suspect everything.

It's kind of like when Dream was suspected of cheating in a way-too-lucky-to-be-real speedrun of Minecraft a couple years back, so he went to all these painstaking efforts of hiring a quantum physicist to "prove" his innocence with a straight up THESIS documenting all of the reasons he couldn't have cheated through math and figures and jargon. Ironically, this just made Dream look guiltier, and sure enough, he eventually admitted he had cheated.

That said, did you notice something in that "art process" pic?

That finished panel isn't even what showed up in the final comic.

So the absurdity of this all, again, just makes Arts Angel look a lot more guilty of actually using AI, especially when it's basically undeniable in so many of those panels above. People don't paint like that.

But that brings us to talking about Sarah Ellerton, aka "Arts Angel", the creator. Many long-time readers of her work are defending this, claiming that she has, in fact, "always drawn like this".

What's insane? She actually is who she says she is. This isn't like some kid who came out of the woodwork with AI and claiming that they had 20 years of experience, Sarah Ellerton's main site, The Seraph-Inn, has been live and crawled by Wayback Machine as far back as 2005.

And you can see the art evolution over the years, starting with Inverloch-

-into Phoenix-

-and all the way to Immaterial-

But here's the thing about that last comic. The main protagonist is, apparently, the same girl from Quantum Entanglement, the newest installment in this series where it becomes abundantly clear the creator has started using AI.

You can see the effects of this being parsed through AI, because she's gone from being a unique character with two-toned hair and darker skin, to being turned into a generic Instagram anime girl. And lemme tell you, AI used in comics has NOT gotten better at depicting darker-skinned characters (I actually tested an AI-coloring tool WT was planning on putting out a year or two ago, it was uh... not great.)

But the most damning thing about Sarah?

She works in IT.

That on its own wouldn't be so telling if it weren't for the 20 years she clearly spent actually honing her craft, only to suddenly switch to using AI as a crutch.

Quantum Entanglement was picked up for Originals in July 2023. It launched two days ago, with four free to read episodes and 6 more under the FastPass paywall. Three months after it got picked up. That turnaround speed is insane for an Originals series. Now, I'm more inclined to believe that maybe she's using the exact same pages she used in the Canvas version (there's unfortunately no way of checking through Wayback, it never crawled the Canvas version, so unless someone has backups of the Canvas pages they're willing to share, we'll never know) but that short turnaround time is insane for a comic that's this insanely detailed. It likely means they didn't need much pre-production time to get a strong buffer going, and that it doesn't take them as long to produce these episodes on a weekly basis so they could be under way less crunch than creators who do this by hand.

By comparison, the winners of the Call to Action contest from last year are STILL working on their pre-production. Many other greenlit Canvas series are known for getting picked up and stuck in pre-production for several months and even a year or more simply due to how the company operates with when it chooses to launch these series and how much pre-production is necessary. Some creators have literally said that their pre-production was done, but WT still kept them waiting to launch. So three months for a freshly greenlit Canvas series to launch is NOT the norm.

All that said, I feel for the people who are trying to defend her. But it's so undeniably AI with the creator herself providing fake proof that it makes it really sad to think that this person was honing their craft for 20 years just to wind up utilizing AI. Being a good artist does not make you immune to the temptation of using cheap methods or developing bad habits. Going through "the struggle" does not make you immune to taking shortcuts that wind up cheapening your work or taking advantage of the work of others.

Now, maybe Sarah trained AI around her art. If this didn't play out the way it did, I'd be willing to give her benefit of the doubt and assume that. Training AI off your own work, while still up for debate as to how ethical that is, at least doesn't hurt other artists, because it's your own work the AI is "stealing". There are definitely ways AI could be used to make life easier for artists without replacing the art process entirely, the same way artists have learned to use 3D assets and digital art filters to make their process more efficient and boost the quality of their art up to the next level.

But the fact that she's being so cagey over it, claiming she's not using AI period when she very clearly is, providing "proof" that actually proves she definitely used AI, while operating under a penname that's strangely similar to a name Grimes - former tech wife of Elon Musk and staunch supporter of AI - used for one of her studio albums-

- that's what makes it a lot more clear she's using it maliciously.

The AI is very likely trained off another artist's work. Maybe someone whose art style is similar enough to hers that she could integrate it into her own and pass it off as legitimate. Someone whose art style is cartoonish but still modern, like if Disney made anime. Someone who's so prolific and consistent in their stylization that training an AI off it would seem like a no brainer to those who want to replicate that style quickly and easily.

Damn. What a disappointment. Do better, Sarah.

And for god's sakes, Webtoons, pay more fucking attention. I've been steadily picking away at moving the entirety of my comics over to other platforms on a weekly schedule, but at this point I kinda just wanna dump the last 30 or so chapters onto ComicFury all at once so I can ditch this platform for good, especially if it turns out AI comics getting greenlit is a feature, not a bug. The ratings for Quantum Entanglement have dropped significantly overnight, now sitting around 5.09 and still dropping, but is Webtoons going to do anything about it? That remains to be seen.

#webtoon critical #anti AI #quantum entanglement #quantum entanglement webtoon #webtoon controversy

[ariundercovers]

The Bridge (When Paths Cross Pt. IX, Javier Peña x Reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Afab!Reader (No use of y/n!)

Length: ~3.6k words

Series Summary: Chucho's been like a father figure to you since he helped you out of a sticky situation on your second day in Laredo. What happens when you finally meet his son, the former-DEA agent, who just happens to ignite you in a way that you haven't felt before?

Chapter Summary: The next morning. A surprise meeting and a long-anticipated conversation.

Chapter Warnings: no porn only plot, angsty fluff, spanish nicknames, idiots in love, references to suicide, death/references to death (external character).

A/N: If you're so inclined, please drop a like and a reply/reblog! I live for your feedback, and it keeps me going and keeps me writing. Did you like it? love it? hate it? I want to hear all of your thoughts! And of course, just lmk if you'd like to be added to the taglist, too!

PREVIOUS PART (VIII) HERE

It’s a very sleepy, stress free morning that starts perfectly - with you waking up in Javi’s arms. You don’t think either of you moved, hardly an inch, over the course of the evening. Chucho is up early to take care of the cattle, which leaves you two with an empty house and… well, virtually nothing to do to fill the time. You can only hope that he’ll be willing to talk to you, to have a real conversation about all of this mess you’ve been stewing in over the course of the week.

You’re in the kitchen with Javier, moving around him as you set out to make a pot of coffee. It’s a well-rehearsed dance at this point - you make the coffee, Javi makes the pancakes, one of few actual meals he knows how to put together. You move wordlessly around one another for a long while, and its Javi is the one who breaks the silence partway through the morning meal you’ve been preparing together. 

“Care to go for a ride with me?”

“A ride?” You question.

“Yeah. Take the horses, go for the day. There’s somewhere I want to take you.”

You look over at him eagerly and you agree, of course. How could you ever say no? You’re still not sure where the two of you stand in all of this, and a conversation still hasn’t happened yet, but you figure this might be the best opportunity you have available to get him talking. 

After you have your pancakes and coffee, you set out to gather up what supplies you’ll need for the day. You haven’t been on a ride this long before, so you pester Javi about what it is exactly that you need to bring. You pack yourselves a couple of sandwiches and a few drinks, stash them in a bag on Javi’s horse’s saddle, and head out to your destination which is… you’re not even sure where it is. The ranch is too big to be able to easily navigate on your own, so you just trust Javi and trot along behind him. 

It’s peaceful, silent even, as you ride along one of the cow paths that laces through the massive property. When you come to a large clearing, one you’re not quite sure you’ve seen before, he slows, coming up next to you as your horses continue along. 

He turns to you with an easy smile and announces, “I wanna take you to visit my mama.”

You’re shocked, to say the least. Shocked, confused, surprised, and, admittedly, a little bit concerned. Javi has never once spoken about his mother. You never asked, never pushed, because you figured it would’ve come up by now if he wanted to talk about it. You also figured he’d tell you the story of why she wasn’t around eventually, so you didn’t want to push or overstep. There were plenty of other things to talk about in the meantime.

But now, staring back at his timid but eager expression, you’re lost thinking about it. Who is she? What is she like? Will she even like you? You can feel a pit of nervousness boiling in your stomach, starting to worry already about how this might go. 

But more importantly, you’re stuck on the why. Why now, of all moments, would he introduce you to his mother? After the biggest fight you’ve ever had, after literally walking out on him the other night, after Javi virtually admitted to you that you didn’t have a future together.

”Your mother?” 

It’s all you can manage to say in response, taken aback so sharply by the suggestion. He nods back at you and his smile turns somber as he looks back into the seemingly empty distance in front of you.

“Not too much longer, cariño. We’ll be there soon.” He takes off on a trot again, back into the lead between the two of you. Following diligently, you watch as different gated pastures and trees and orchards pass by - some in better repair than others. You’ve only been out this far once, when Chucho gave you the official tour so long ago, now. You realize it must be a lot for Chucho to have been managing all of this on his own for so long, impossible to keep up with even the daily maintenance it would’ve required. You’re glad Javi is home to help. Chucho needs it.

You continue for some time, past the boundaries of what felt to have at least a modicum of familiarity to you. You didn’t realize how far the property went, sprawling in either direction along the river’s edge. Eventually, Javi slows once again, and you pull up next to him, watching as he dismounts with a graceful ease that you know you can’t replicate. You jump off as well, and he leads the horses over to a tree where they can graze freely while you’re here. 

Looking around, you’re confused. There’s no house, or building anywhere around you. You can’t imagine where someone would live all the way out here, so you wonder if perhaps you’re making a pitstop somewhere else first. Javi breaks you out of your reverie when he reaches over, hesitantly, and laces his fingers between yours, ending with a heavy squeeze of your palm. Javi’s fingers tap lightly against the back of your hand as he leads you into the field just up ahead, and that’s when you finally see it. A few hundred yards in front of you, a large billowing tree filled with beautiful full green leaves overshadows a few small stones - they’re headstones, you realize. 

Suddenly everything clicks into place. Why you’ve never been out here before, why there was no building around, why this seemed like such an odd place to meet Javi’s mother. 

Javi’s brought you to his family cemetery.

Your chest tightens immediately and a lump gets stuck in your throat as you piece it all together. The only thing you can think to do is squeeze his hand with your own, pulling it into your chest so that you can hold it with both of yours for a moment. He turns, glancing over at you with a look of gentle concern, and he can see the tears welling in your eyes that threaten to spill over.

“I’m sorry if I’ve never talked about her before. It’s… hard to talk about.” You nod back at him and offer him another light squeeze before releasing his hand back into the grasp of only one of yours.

“Don’t apologize for that. You don’t need to.” He nods back at you and you fall into an easy silence as you walk the remaining distance to the headstones, just three of them placed around the tree. Two, toward the back, look older - you figure they must be a set of grandparents or similar - and another one, newer, but still well worn, sits in front. He leads you to it and stares down at the stone. You read it once, then twice, and another five or six times until it finally sinks in. She was 43, and Javi was only 19 when he lost her. You can’t begin to imagine how traumatic that must have been.

He releases your hand, then, and takes a moment to smooth out his pants first, then his shirt, pushing his hands into the pockets, like he’s trying to make sure he looks presentable enough. The tears that were brimming at your water lines slip past the barrier and roll down your cheeks when he finally speaks up.

“Hey, mami. I know it’s been a while.” Your gaze flicks from the headstone to the side of Javi’s face, another few stray tears falling from your lashes. “Just wanted you to meet this one over here.” He reaches for your hand again, clasping it tightly with his own, bringing it up to his lips to kiss for a moment before he tells her your name, and introduces you as ‘his girl.’

You smile at that. There wasn’t another word for it that worked better. Girlfriend didn’t feel right. Too juvenile, not serious enough. But you weren’t anything more than that either, not yet. It warms your heart to know that he still thinks of you that way, even after everything. Especially after the way that you walked out on him the last time you were here.

Javi starts to speak, then, like he’s talking to someone right in front of him. “I miss you. Bad. All the time. I’m sorry I don’t visit like I used to. It’s been too painful. Easier to just run away, I think. But I wanted you to meet her. Needed you to, I think.” You blink back some more tears and just let him speak, watching as he gets down onto his knees and sits back on his heels. “I hope you’re proud of me. I know I’m not so proud of me most days anymore, but I hope you are. I only ever wanted to make you happy. I miss you.”

Raising his fingers to his mouth, Javi presses a kiss to them before placing his hand gently on the earth in front of him. “I love you, mami,” he adds before standing. He pulls you in front of him, then, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he buries his face into the side of your neck. You can feel his heavy breathing and the way his breath breaks, like he’s holding back his own tears. There’s nothing you can do but hold tightly to him and let him ride it out however he needs to, so you do exactly that.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, staring, with Javi’s strong arms wrapped tightly around you, when he finally releases his crushing grip and stands at your side once more. Reaching for your hand again, he turns and leads you back toward the horses in silence before you take a seat together beneath the tree he had them lashed to. It’s a long ways away now, but your eyes keep darting to the headstones at the base of that tree as you sit in silence. You can’t help but wonder so many things about it, how it happened, why, why here, why now. 

Javi scoots in close to you and leans his head against yours, turning to press a kiss to your forehead briefly before he finally speaks up.

“I’m sorry to surprise you with this.” You sigh softly and turn so that you can look him properly in the eyes.

“No, Javi… don’t. Don’t apologize. Not for this.” He nods back at you and closes his eyes, pinching at the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb for a moment.

“I just… this is really hard for me. Trying to force myself to open up about it. But I want you to know. I need you to, I think.” You try to offer him the easiest smile you can manage, eyes softening as you reach out to place a palm gently on the side of his cheek. You can't help it but to use your thumb to smooth out a few stray mustache hairs, while you’re at it.

“Okay. Then I’m listening,” you finally respond. Javi takes a long, slow breath, looking up at the sky as he exhales before looking back down to you. He starts, slowly, like he’s thinking about each and every word as he speaks.

“My mom was the love of my life. She was… everything. My whole world. But she, um…” He clears his throat, shaking his head as he looks over toward you. “Sorry. Didn’t think this would be as hard to talk about after all these years.” He pauses for a moment longer as he blinks a few times, shaking his head softly. “My parents loved each other more than I’ve ever seen anyone love another person. Ever. It was so clear to everyone who came around them.  And when she…”

His eyes flutter closed and he drops his head, taking another deep breath, almost like it pains him to do so. You can see the agony on his face, in his body posture. It’s everywhere. “When she left us, everything shattered. And I… well, I promised myself I’d do anything in my power not to feel that kind of pain again. Even if it meant pushing people away, running away. All of these things you’ve seen me do now… that Pops has had to watch me do time and time again. Everything that happened in Colombia. I thought it would be easier.” 

Inching closer to him, you reach out timidly for his hand, lacing your fingers together as you offer him whatever gentle affections you can without breaking his train of thought.

“But then you showed up, and you rocked my entire world. Everything I had demanded, decided for myself, suddenly felt wrong, and I was afraid. I was afraid and so I pushed you away, trying not to let myself fall into it. But I did, anyway. You made it impossible not to.” You just smile back at him, thumb rubbing along the back of his palm.

“I’m scared, muñeca. Absolutely fucking terrified of feeling all of this all over again. Whether it's now, or ten years from now, I know it’s coming. And I don’t know if I can take it.” He shakes his head more viscerally this time, looking at you then, pleading silently. “No. I know I can’t. 

“Baby…” You can’t help but answer him, try to offer him some amount of reassurance. “You’re putting on the brakes for something that you can’t even see. Something that might not even happen.” His eyes close again and he drops his head, squeezing your hand softly once.

“I know. Logically, I know that. But I can’t make that fear go away. It’s just always… there.” You sigh and cock your head to the side, hoping to get a look at his face, but you can’t manage it.

“Can you look at me, Javi?” His head lifts, eyes watery as he looks at you with the softest, most somber expression you’ve ever seen on this so often so cocky and sure of himself kind of man. You have a million things to say, but you want him to have the chance to talk through things first, before you start. So you try to open with an easy question, or so you think. “Can I… Can I ask what happened to her?”

He stares at you for a long moment before he lets out a deep breath and his lips part like he’s going to speak. There’s a tense silence between you before he begins. “She… took her own life. She never left a note, or anything. Just… did it. Left me and Pops alone to fend for ourselves.” Your eyes widen and your heart absolutely shatters for him, reaching for his other hand so you have both in your own, now.

“Javi… oh God, I’m so sorry. I can’t… I can’t even imagine.” He nods and offers you an uneasy smile as a tear slips down his cheek.

“I know. It's okay.” He reaches out with a gentle hand to wipe away the tears from your face, and you do the same for him, both of you smiling sadly at each other for the moment. “I don’t mean to be such a sap,” he adds.

“That kind of hurt doesn’t just go away, Javi. It’s okay to be a sap about it, to still feel it so viscerally.” He takes a second to think about it before he answers.

“I know. That’s kind of my point. I feel it every single day. Every time I think about her, I feel it over and over again. It’s less than it used to be, that pain has faded a little bit, but it's still there. And I can’t… I just can’t imagine going through it again. So I thought if I made these rules for myself, if I didn’t let myself get into the kind of situation where I’d have to feel that kind of pain again, that things would be easier. No strings, no attachments, just me and my own sanity, you know?” You nod, starting to understand why he’s built these walls around himself so thickly, with such tough and seemingly unbreakable materials. It’s all starting to finally make sense to you.

“Yeah, I get it. It’s a coping mechanism. Just… a really long-term one, right?” He nods affirmatively and gives your hands a little squeeze.

“Yeah. Exactly that.”

“And you’re telling me this to… explain why you won’t think about the things I asked you? Or- are you…” You can’t manage to get yourself to speak the words. Luckily, Javi swoops in and speaks them for you.

“Yes and no. Yes, because that’s why I said the things that I did. That’s the reason. No, because I… well… fuck. You, uh… you managed to burrow yourself in there pretty deep already. And the thought of losing you right now is killing me. It’s killing me. It feels almost as bad as when I lost my mom, it’s just different. And I can’t do it. I can’t lose you, not now.” His eyes are still watery as he speaks, and all you want to do is lean in and kiss the tears away, but you know better than to do that. You have to have this conversation, first.

“I understand. At least I think I do. And I’m sorry, Javi, for storming out like I did. That wasn’t right of me.” You know he’s not the only one at fault here, your reaction not being the best, either, however warranted it may have felt at the time.

“No, no… I wasn’t treating you right. You had every right to walk out on me, cariño. I shouldn’t have been acting like that.” You nod and sigh, one hand reaching out to card softly through his hair, behind his ear, before it comes to rest in your lap once again.

“You can’t just dictate things at me like that again, though. It’s not okay. This is a partnership, right? Between the two of us? We need to talk about things, talk about our wants and desires and make choices that let us both compromise a little. Make each other happy, you know?” He nods, face falling slightly.

“I know, I know. I do. I didn’t do a good job of that. I shouldn’t have ever just blurted that all out at you and then not been willing to talk about it. That was fucked up.” You smile, sitting up a little taller before you continue.

“I was wrong, too, though. Storming out when things get tough doesn’t work, either. We’ll never get anywhere if that’s my response. It was a bad reaction on my part.” He chuckles lightly and offers you a half-smile.

“Kind of warranted though, wasn’t it?” You laugh nervously for a moment and then shake your head vigorously.

“No, not to that degree. I totally lost it.” He nods, understanding what you mean, luckily.

“Alright. How about we start this over? Can I ask that of you?”

“Of course, you can. We can do this - we can figure this out. I know it.” Your face is hopeful as you look at him, wishing for him to be willing to level with you, for you both to be able to move on and keep growing from this.

“Yeah. I like that plan.” A heavy breath releases that you weren’t aware you were holding back, and it feels like the world has left your shoulders. You’re not sure how you expected this conversation to go. Likely, badly, if you’re just being honest with yourself. And the truth of the matter is that it’s gone a lot better than you expected it to. You feel lucky. Not everyone would be willing to open up to you in the way Javi just has. And you feel honored - honored to know, honored to be a part of his and of Chucho’s lives. You didn’t realize before just how much you want that. 

“I’m sorry, cariño. I’m so sorry,” Javi adds.

“I’m sorry, too,” you counter.

There’s an easy silence between the two of you as you sit and just look at each other for a long while. His fingertips roam the backs of your palms and your thumbs brush softly across the backs of his.  You let yourselves just bather in the long moment of silence before you continue. There’s one more hint on your mind that you have to know, have to get off of your chest. 

“So can we… can we talk about that stuff? It doesn’t need to be now. Just… sometime.” He nods, reaching for the sides of your face to pull you in for a kiss. It’s the lightest, most gentle kiss you think you’ve ever had - lips barely grazing over one another’s, just enough to know that you’re both there, together.

“Yes. Te prometo, muñeca. Juntos. We’ll make those decisions as a couple, I swear it.” You smile back at him and sit up slightly, your hands overlapping his on your face. “Together, this time. No unilateral decisions from either of us, okay? I promise.”

“Okay, Javi. I promise, too. Together.”

~~~

A/N: So I know this was an intense one. I took a LOT of inspiration from some of the things Pedro has talked about regarding his own mother in this, so I'm curious if anyone picked up on that. This is the last fluff/angst chapter for now - back to our regularly scheduled smutting and fluffing soon, I promise!

xoxoxo

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.49 What in the world

I texted Chi Chi and asked about dinner. Luckily, it was at proper dinnertime, not in the middle of the afternoon like we used to do it. That left plenty of time for a good rest and getting my head straight. I fell asleep immediately and woke up still troubled. Dating multiple women was harder than I imagined it would be. How did other dudes keep it straight? I wasn't cut out for it. Truthfully, I preferred meaningful relationships, despite still delaying one. Regardless of how I felt about everything, I had an engagement to keep, so I took one last deep breath and went downstairs to see if Dad was ready.

As we walked down the street, I saw him glancing at me out of the corner of my eye.

"What is it, Dad?"

"Ummm...I know I said I would never pry, but... Is she the one..."

"Chi Chi? No. We haven't even gone out yet."

I could tell he was relieved, though I wasn't sure why. Did he like Eleanor? Wouldn't it be crazy if both of us ended up with Chi Chi and Eleanor and lived together in their house? Ugh. I didn't get the opportunity to be grossed out by my parents' love life and I certainly didn't want to start now.

The younger ladies met us at the door with smiles and holiday cheer.

"Hey guys," Chi Chi shouted. "Happy Harvestfest! Come in, come in! Make yourselves at home!"

Karmine wasted no time stealing my attention.

"Luca! My birthday is in a few days are you gonna get me a present???"

Again, I was a deer in headlights. I barely understood what she said because she spoke so fast. And I didn't realize she was that old. Thankfully, Chi Chi saved me.

"No, he is not!" She turned her attention back to me. "Please don't get her anything. She'll have to sleep in the yard if we cram yet another thing in that room! Oh! Mr. Ali, have you met my daughter? This is Karmine! Karmy, say hi to Luca's daddy, Mr. Ali."

Instead of greeting Dad, she burst into laughter.

"Allie?? That's a girl's name!"

Chi Chi gasped.

"Karmine!! That is not nice!"

She tickled herself pretty good and was doubled over in laughter. It almost made me laugh too.

"It's alright," Dad said. "It's nothing I've never heard before."

"Well, I'm sorry," Chi Chi said. "Let's eat, shall we? I can't wait to see what you made, Luca!"

"It's just tofurkey with veggies inside."

"Oh! Well, I've definitely never had that before."

Karmine dashed through all of us, yelling, "I WANNA SIT NEXT TO LUCA!"

Seeing as I had no choice, I sat next to her. Dad sat next to me at the head of the table, and Chi Chi sat across from me. Eleanor came from wherever she was and sat at the opposite end of the table next to Karmine. What a lucky girl to still have her grandmother. I wished mine would have lived long enough for me to get to know her. My other grandparents were like fictional characters in stories I occasionally heard.

"Sorry I wasn't there to greet you," Eleanor said. "Thank you for cooking, Luca. This is a real treat!"

"I was glad to. I want to get better at cooking."

"You all can talk if you want to," Chi Chi said, "but I'm gonna dig in!"

It was funny how different families were at the holidays. Some were more formal and sang songs before eating while others went around the table saying what each one was grateful for. Others took great care to appease those pesky gnomes. Chi Chi and her crew were super casual and did none of the above. I didn't mind it, but it begged the question: What was the point of Harvestfest without observing its traditions?

My tofurkey came out good, if I may say so. Even if I doubted, all the moaning from across the table confirmed it. And then there was the cat. He jumped on the table as soon as I placed down the platter. Dad's eyes flicked toward me larger than I'd ever seen, and I echoed his sentiment. Good thing we had already served ourselves by the time he started walking all over the food. I saw the unease on Dad's face as he attempted to keep smiling while silently yelling out for help. Chi Chi and Eleanor said nothing and went on eating as if this was a regular occurrence. How were they okay with that thing shedding its hairs all over our food?? And to top it off, Chi Chi kept kissing it in the mouth! I was no stranger to fur baby kisses, but I never let Tofu kiss me in the mouth. Not even Mama, who loved dogs more than sims, kissed them on the mouth. The mouth! Really, Chi Chi?!

Apart from the cat fiasco, dinner went pretty well. I even caught Dad and Eleanor sneaking glances at each other a few times. Karmine held me hostage, and my brain hurt, trying to keep up with everything that came out of her mouth.

After dinner, Karmine got bored with me, I guess, and followed Eleanor and Dad into the living room. I wanted to give them space to talk, but wasn't sure where to go. Sitting alone in the dining room was lame, and I didn't see where Chi Chi went. I felt weird about snooping around their house to find her, so I just stood in the doorway, acting like part of the conversation but also trying to stay unattached. She found me, eventually, and pulled me into the hallway.

"You good?" she asked.

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm good. Thanks again for inviting us."

She nodded toward the bedroom we stood in front of.

"Let's talk."

I stifled a laugh as I wondered how many women's bedrooms I'd enter that day. The room was a good size and had a distinct sleeping area like mine and another space she used as a gym. I always thought I knew the least about Yasmine, but looking around Chi Chi's room, what did I really know about her? I mean, true, she told us her whole life story on the first day we met, but that didn't tell me anything about who she was currently. She was a professional athlete, but I didn't even know what sport she played.

"So like," she began, as she sat next to me on the bed, "what's your deal?"

"My...deal?"

"Yeah! Like, you're cute, you have a nice body, and you seem like a really nice guy... Why are you single?"

It had been a while since I'd been able to mess with someone, so I threw on a cheeky grin.

"How do you know I'm single?"

"I never see you with anyone, and you accept all my invitations!"

So much for being playful.

"Okay...you got me. I am single... It's complicated, but...well, the short answer is it's because I choose to be."

Seriously, Luca? You sound like some temple monk or something!

"Well, what I mean is I'm dating, but not looking for anything serious yet," I added.

She nodded.

"That doesn't sound so complicated."

If I told her the long version, maybe she wouldn't think so.

"What about you?" I asked. "What's your deal?"

"I'm kinda the same, I guess. I'm in my fun era right now. Ha ha! My husband was my first love and I'll always miss him, but we met and got married really young and Karmine came soon after. I loved our little family, of course, and I regret nothing, but I never really got a chance to live and discover myself, you know? So...yeah! For now, I just want to meet and mingle with as many sims as I can so when I'm ready to settle down again I don't have any shoulda coulda wouldas. I want more kids, so a serious relationship is definitely in my future. Just not yet."

It amazed me how many words could come out of her and Karmine in mere seconds. They never breathed!

"Now that we got that out of the way, you still owe me a date," she said, waggling her eyebrows.

I laughed.

"I do owe you a date."

I wasn't sure if I could ever get the image of her making out with the cat out of my head, but hopefully we'd still have fun...without kissing.

🤣

In Chi Chi and Eleanor's defense...

Let me tell you about this cat lol. (mini EA rant incoming!) This cat REALLY had to poop. Like, he had to go so bad, he risked everything and walked all over our dinner constantly! Luca would shoo him but he would not budge! He meowed and meowed and meowed...the poor thing was probably in pain he had to poop so much. So I finally investigated the house to see why this cat wouldn't leave us alone. The house has no litter box!! Why would EA create a household with a pet and place them in a house with no facilities? Like...really?? I'm so tired of them doing stuff like this.

Kitty kisses are brought to you in part by overlapping animations lol.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #ali murillo #xochitl luna #karmine luna #eleanor sullivan

[yr-obedt-cicero]

You know, for a community that continually exhorts against glorifying historical figures because it shadows the realism that these were just people and not characters in a fairy tale—we don't really hold these ideals against our peers or ourselves. Idolizing big blogs that seem intimidating because they have more knowledge on a subject than you, or even because they're older, is similarly as false as idolizing historical figures. In fact, it's arguably a bit more flawed because it should be easier to acknowledge that those around you are just the same as you, contrary to the perception of historical figures that have been heroized for centuries. I get it, there is this form of alienation when behind the mask of your internet persona. But the reality is still perceptible that behind every blog is just a person. And even more so, they're not professionals or historians (Some are, but most aren't), they're not Big Important people with authority over you. Most of the time, they're just people sitting in their bedrooms with a laptop or phone. And they suck and make mistakes, just like you and I.

And I'm talking about my own blog too. As much as all the compliments and praise are sweet and good-natured, I realize how much people put me on this pedestal simply because I am knowledgeable about a topic. Anons have even frankly admitted they wished to interact with me but were too shy to, and I don't want to be intimidating, I've feared others before but have realized how ridiculous of a notion that is. I want people to see me as equal to anyone else with a passionate hobby. Because that's all this is. Don't get me wrong, the sweet compliments and gratitude toward my work make my day! But you can do that without thinking unreasonably highly of someone. And I mean this for yourselves as well. You run a blog where you've put your hard work, soul, sweat, and tears into it? Good for you, but that doesn't make you special, of course, you may know a lot but that doesn't mean you're worth or deserving more or less than anyone else.

There is a level of trust one can have with these blogs, I'm not saying the work means absolutely nothing. I know that if a blogger is more knowledgeable on a topic than another, I should probably go to the former for an answer. And that's understandable, but that isn't equated with respect or importance. Another issue with this is that it bars people from being more open-minded, it makes it harder for people to recognize and accept when someone they adulate is wrong. People make errors or can be wrong. And again, most of them aren't experts, so there is still a considerable chance they're going to be wrong. I've been wrong plenty of times, and it makes me feel lousy when I see my old inaccurate posts and many who are easily influenced just willingly take my word. So, another thing, do your own research too. Don't rely solely on someone's word, fact check things! You should do this with the biographies you read, you should do this with the posts you read. By this deification, so many just eat up whatever someone - they perceive as being higher in the respect hierarchy of the fandom - says as fact.

So, look, you can admire people. I'm not saying you can't, hell I admire plenty of blogs. But don't instill this superiority complex in your or their head that this person is holier-than-thou simply because they know more. A majority of these people aren't scholars or professionals. They might be more proficient or knowledgeable in a subject, but none of that is analogous to eminence or respect. Stop with this celeb treatment, you shouldn't adulate the people in front of you just as you shouldn't towards people who died two hundred years ago.

#Wanted to get this off my chest because I've witnessed it firsthand with all the new people to Amrev #Yeah sum this up as; Tumblr blogs aren't source material or historians! #txt #not history

[sleepingdeath-light]

adopting hunter with his s/o hcs ; darius deamonne

requested by ; okamii79 (14/07/22)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; darius deamonne, hunter wittebane (platonic)

outline ; “Hi! I was reading your hcs of The Owl House and I was wondering if u could write hcs of Darius x Reader when they adopt Hunter and how would be their daily life? Obviously if u want to! <3”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

the two of you had been discussing potentially fostering an older child or teenager for a long time, and when darius became aware of the extent of hunter’s home life he was the one to start floating his name in conversation with you — the boy needs a stable home, he could do with some healthy parental figures in his life, we have a spare room that he could easily take over, etc., etc.

and when you met him for the first time at the catts headquarters, you were inclined to agree with your husband — the kid needed a home and he had a good head on his shoulders, you wouldn’t mind taking him in (and you found yourselves thinking about how to start that conversation with the ex golden guard between meetings about beating the emperor… it was… complicated to say the least)

but then the day of unity happened, and hunter and his friends went missing, the idea was dropped entirely for a long long time (darius was taken, you went into hiding and there was nothing to talk about anymore)

…

…

…

after everything is said and done (the collector neutralised, the isles mostly recovered, belos killed, darius turned flesh once more, the kids returned from the human realm) and everyone is reunited, you and darius reunite and share a wordless look and then he goes to get hunter — offering him a home and a stage as he asks about his shirt

then when he starts talking about these things called ‘wolves’ you share a smile and hug (earning a joking look of disgust from eberwolf) as you lean into your new future — and you can’t wait to see how it unfolds

and whilst i can’t describe everything, here are a few highlights of this new life for you and your husband (and occasional fun uncle eber):

hunter was extremely excited — downright thrilled, even — to finally have a space of his own to decorate (even hesitating and hedging when you told him it was his — no really you promise!), and he spent a while picking out paint colours and furniture sets and posters and nicknacks to fill his space

there are lots of wolf and carving themed objects, and a dozen sketches of a cardinal covering his walls — it’s eclectic and chaotic and very different to the rest of the house, but it’s very him and you loved helping him out it all together (even if the intentional mismatching colours nearly have darius some grey hairs — grey smears? — when you were painting everything)

he doesn’t use any specific titles with you, calling you by your first names more often than not, but you’ve definitely overheard hunter calling you both ‘his parents’ and ‘his family’ when he’s on call with his friends before (and darius definitely teared up a bit when he heard it, even if you both pretended afterwards that you didn’t)

you and darius were the first people he told when he was accepted by del as an apprentice carver — and, despite being busy working on rebuilding bonesborough, you still took the day off to celebrate with him and help him get the necessary equipment together in advance of his first lesson

your palismen were both destroyed by belos in your youths, so hunter’s first independent pieces were new palismen for you and darius — the whole day is incredibly emotional and hunter is a complete ball of nerves, but it all goes wonderfully (and there are, naturally, plenty of tears)

#sleepingdeath #fluff #fluff hcs #gender neutral reader #toh fluff #the owl house fluff #darius deamonne fluff #darius deamonne x reader #the owl house x reader #toh x reader

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Stream Start!

Day 839

The cousins walked into Romani's office, both holding folders, intended for the good doctor. He was at his computer, watching something on there with extreme interest. It even seemed like he hadn't noticed the cousins walk in. They went up right next to his desk, Nota starting to talk first.

"We have the reports on the last singularity you wanted, Doctor." She said, holding up the folder. The doctor didn't respond. "Doctor?" Nota said. Still nothing. "HEY! Earth to Romani!" Nota exclaimed, before slamming her hand on the desk.

The doctor finally did notice that, and yelled out in surprise. "Wah-hey! What's with the yelling?" He asked.

"The reports, doctor." Rex said to him. "We have them finished."

"What the hell were you watching so damn intently?" Nota questioned him.

The doctor then got a bit of a smug face before grabbing his computer monitor. "Only the greatest Idol on servant-tube, Magi Mari!" The doctor exclaimed as he turned the monitor towards the cousins to reveal who he was watching.

Rex and Nota took a closer look at what was on the screen, seeing the character that took Romani's attention so much. Rex then questioned "what's so interesting about this idol lady, anyways?"

Romani gasped, almost in shock.

"Oh don't be dramatic!" Rex responded.

"Yeah, it's not that big a deal." Nota added.

"You guys just don't understand. You need to watch her for yourselves." He stated, very matter of factly. "I really do recommend you give her a try."

"I mean, guess it doesn't hurt to try." Nota says. "But also, take the damn reports." She states, pushing the folders onto him.

Later, the cousins were in Nota's room, at her computer desk. "So what was her name again?" Nota asked Rex.

"Magi Mari, he said." Rex answered.

"Okay, 'Magi Mari'" Nota says as she types the name into the search bar. The results do turn up with plenty of her content. "So what do we even watch?" She questions.

"I guess her debut?" Rex says. "Makes sense to me."

"I mean maybe, but couldn't hurt to watch something else." Nota adds.

As they scroll through, they find something else recommended.

"Hey, what's that?" Rex says, as he points out something different.

"Oh?" Nota says, noticing the same thing. It was an upcoming stream, the debut of a different idol. "'Maisy Mosasaur, debut'" Nota said, reading the title.

"Now that sounds interesting." Rex says. "Wanna watch?" He asks.

"Kind of, but we did say we'd check out Magi Mari to the doc." She says

"Eh, we can check her out later." Rex says to Nota.

"You're right." Nota says. And without any hesitation she clicks the upcoming stream link.

She clicked it just in time, as the stream had just started. Seemingly with an introductory animation.

"There once was a magical watery land known as 'Tlalocan' a veritable paradise, and in this magical land lived a princess. Even tho she lived in such an amazing land, she had already done so much and had gotten bored with everything. Then one day, she discovered the peculiar world of internet idols and decided to take a try herself!"

Then after the introduction was over, a background of what looked to be part of the ocean, with a large city far in the background was shown, with a small box onto the side with the stream's chat visible. Then, a girl with blue hair, with what looked to be red highlights, wearing a big hoodie, seemed to swim into sight.

"Hello! Hola! Niltze! How are you all doing today? It is I! Maisy Mosasaur! A Chonpa chompa! The magical sea lizard from Tlalocan!" The girl states.

The cousins watched intently, not even commenting much as their attention was firmly placed onto Maisy.

"Now you maybe wondering 'sea lizard? Isn't the Mosasaur a dino?' But if not, then I congratulate you on your big brains! But let me explain for those who aren't aware!"

Then a screen pops up, showing a family tree of many reptiles. "Now, there are many reptiles, but for our sake we will be focusing on the family of Squamata. The squamates include the very well known lizards! Like geckos, and monitors. It also includes, snakes! Like vipers and cobras. And finally, it includes the family of giant aquatic reptiles, the Mosasaurs! Including the family's namesake, the Mosasaurus! Just like me!" Maisy finally finishes.

The cousins were definitely not expecting a biology lesson on this stream, and while they were already aware of this, they still loved the inclusion.

"But enough about biology! Let's get to know me!" Then the screen changed to another one to show basic info on Maisy.

"First off, there's my name, which I already said: Maisy Mosasaur. Next we have my height! I am 213 cm or 7 feet tall!" Then Maisy peaked at the chat and noticed a phrase being repeated. "MOMMY? Pfft! Damn, I'm just debuting and you guys are already so thirsty. I get I'm tall, but goodness."

The cousins were pretty shocked to hear her height, and weren't surprised at the chat's reaction.

"Hehehe, anyways. Next is my favorite color, which is obviously important. I kinda like various shades of red, nothing super specific cause they're all good! And of course my favorite food: kind of poultry in general! I dunno if you've seen, but sometimes Mosasaurs like to jump out of the water and snatch! Pterosaurs flying by! And poultry is sort of like that, but not really. Still tastes great!"

Maisy then started to change the screen to another of her full body, while doing so commenting "now I want a chicken sandwich."

The food commentary made Rex more hungry too. "Now I wish I had a chicken sandwich too."

Then as the cousins continued watching, someone came into the room. "Mas- I mean, amor? Are you here?" Asked Quetzalcoatl who came in.

Rex jumped a tiny bit when he heard Quetz say that. "Aaaaa. H-hola amor….. what ever do you need?" He said, very much still not used to her calling him that, at this point.

"I was just wondering where you were, since you weren't in your room. What are you two watching?" Quetz asked the pair.

"This new idol, called Maisy Mosasaur" Nota explained.

"Come sit with us! She's very fun!" Rex insisted.

"Oh sure. Sounds fun, si!" She says, as she grabs a chair to watch.

Back on the stream, Maisy started to show how her whole appearance looks. "So this here, is me. But especially my hoodie! It's a very special hoodie, a bit big but that's how I like it!" She explains.

The hoodie was large and a deep blue, either plenty of red as well. "If you look at the top, rather then a traditional hood, there's this pastiche of a Mosasaur head! You probably already noticed the bottom jaw right here" She says, pointing at the part right under her head and neck. "This can close up, to look like the head proper. But I only do so if I'm upset, so hopefully you won't see it often!" She continues.

"Course there's also my tail!" She mentions, while turning to show it off better. "Has the important tail fluke, to swim all speedy like!" Maisy pauses momentarily.

"You're looking at the tail, right? Absolutely noooothing else, riiiight?" She questions the chat. "Yeah, you better be."

She then turns back around. "Then there's one last thing to share! And I'll be back!" She says, before seeming to swim off.

"Huh, there's something familiar about her." Quetz comments.

"Oh really?" Rex questions. "Like how?"

"Can't quite put my finger on it, but there's definitely something there." She says.

Then on the screen, Maisy returns now brandishing a large spear. "This here is my spear! I'm very skilled with it!" As she says this, she performs various skilled moves with the weapon. "I've had this with me for such a long time, I can barely remember a time without it."

"Such a nice spear" Quetz comments.

"She's real good with it." Nota says.

"Ok, unfortunately it is about time I end the stream." Maisy says. "I can't keep going on forever, but don't worry I'll be back tomorrow with some fun content, so I hope you're looking forward to it!" Maisy finishes. "And until then, Bye! Adios! Anej! Chompa Chompa!"

And with that, her stream ends.

"Oh that was amazing!" Nota says

"Yeah! Definitely want to check her out more!" Rex adds.

"I still can't help but find her familiar, but I did enjoy it!" Quetz says.

And right outside the door, Romani was passing by and heard the praise being shared by the three. Fully thinking it was for Magi Mari. He then decided to enter the room, with a smug look on his face, thinking they were convinced to be fans of her.

"Well well well. Looks like there's a few more Magi Mari fans after all." He says, before smuggly sipping his coffee.

"Huh? Oh! Oh no, we forgot. We were watching someone else." Nota tells the Doc.

Romani nearly chokes on his coffee when he hears this. "WHAT?!"

"Sorry, we'll watch another time" Rex tells him.

And there's my new fic to introduce my new OC, Maisy Mosasaur! Hope you guys liked it! It was a bit different then what I'm used to, but I still liked it!

And of course, here's art of her! Drawn by my friend Meg on twt.

And finally tags to share!

@hasbbdoneanythingwrong @hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong @hasarjunadoneanythingwrong @haskamadoneanythingwrong @haskiaradoneanythingwrong @exmeowstic @chaldeamage-neo @kcciny @300iqprower @hikikomuridesuuu

#fate grand order #quetzalcoatl #wife #mastersona #daily update #rex #rexcoatl #nota #romani archaman #maisy mosasaur

[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 4/7/23

Title: A List Checked Twice

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Hannibal (TV)

Relationship: Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki

Characters: Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Adam Raki, Chiyoh (Hannibal), Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Additional Tags: Fluff, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, pure undiluted fluff guys, Marriage Proposal, cousin!Hannibal Lecter, Married Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Wedding Rings, Gift Giving

Summary: Long before he met Nigel, Adam made a list of things he wanted to experience with someone else, one day. As years spent single passed by, he forgot about the list... that is, until Nigel finds it. Plenty of fluffy surprises ensue.

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Today’s rec comes to us from the varied and interesting world of the HEU - the Hannibal Extended/Expanded Universe, lol. More specifically, this is the ship known as Spacedogs. Honestly I didn’t expect to love this ship as much as I did, but wow. They are amazing. Also, it’s nice to have a character that is explicitly, canonically, 100% unequivocally autistic. Not coded as such, but textually referred to as so. It’s one of the concepts of Adam as a movie. Which is great. Idk how well they represent it in the movie (haven’t seen it!) but hey. You know what they say about the thought and how it counts.

Now about the fic.

This is some sappy ass stuff, my dudes. So sweet and lovely. They just *clenches fist* love each other so much, it’s ridiculous. And one reason I think this pair is so nice together - for all their differences in personality, despite one being neurotypical and one not, they understand each other. And like in any good relationship, they bring out the best in each other. In 95% of all Spacedogs fics, my man Nigel is WHIPPED but good for his Star, and he’s especially so in this one. He’s determined to show Adam that he loves all of his little quirks and idiosyncrasies. Even the ones that others looked down on. Also, no spoilers, but this fic features one of my favorite ridiculously sappy and romantic tropes in any romance story ever. Like it’s silly, but I can’t help but melt any time I read it.

And that ending, man. Bringing in the Hannigram for a cameo? The final cherry on top?? *chef’s kiss* That’s one bit that comes up every now and then in Spacedogs stuff: having either Nigel or Adam (or both!) be related somehow to Hannibal or Will. It’s not always a guarantee, but I love it when it happens, lol.

Call your dentist after this one, guys.

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Next Week: *rubs hands together with evil glee* Oh man, time to get serious. It’s time for y’all to join me in rarepair hell. You might say that Spacedogs is rare, but here is their AO3 page:

And here is next week’s ship:

Yep. I’m bringing the pain. You may be wondering which ship it is? Your homework, if you want to prepare yourselves, is to watch the movie Welcome to the Punch and, after lamenting about what a terrible movie it is, please come join me in the abyss that is this pairing. This sailboat of a ship. That’s right, we getting Jacob/Max all up in this bitch.

Catch you on the flippy flop!

#fic rec friday #a list checked twice #writer: orphan account #spacedogs #nigel x adam #a beautiful fic #a beautiful ship #I adore them #and this story #but the true rarepair hell is coming #lol

[faireth-reed]

Let's face it, the favourite is Jeralt

Like we rarely get dilfs in FEH (specially a certain FE7 one), and I thought we'd have to wait for a Love Abounds banner. He's for free and might build him, depending on his weapon and stats. Speaking about the winners, tho:

Seliph: we feared him getting the main lord treatment. Would have been much better to be themed after Deirdre, Julia or other characters that have been mentioned. But IS must have seen everyone using L!Sigurd in Arena and gone the easy way. He joins the "honorary GBA lord" group tho xD.

Byleth: the most predictable choice of theme, but others would have been fine too. I think she'll be near Micaiah-Lysithea in terms of usefulness, but there are other mage options that can do that too. I'm okay with that, since variety should be maintained.

Tiki: okay, most of us expected something better than her young outfit. Some reference to either Naga or Marth, but it's clearly not PenekoR's fault. Have you seen which characters they tend to draw? Males that are (almost) villains and strong females. I don't imagine them saying "yeah, I'll make Tiki cute again".

Chrom: my most disliked lord. If you've played Awakening, you know that all the other characters' presence is none-existent in story, except perhaps Lucina and Say-ri. So there was no way he'd reference his sisters. I have a pair of merges on Eirika, so don't care much. With Kozaki's style he looks more like Alfonse but it's not bad, and we know they can draw a wide variety of characters.

So might summon a bit till the first celestial stone. Probably Tiki's the most useful one since there was an enormous amount of buffs. And Seliph might have an interesting gameplay style. Don't have Sigurd so might be a good option. I'll check the other opinions.

Also, poor choices of outfit have nothing to do with the artists who obeyed orders. Why would people be so childish to DM them about characters that have plenty of alts? Also, the drawings themselves are good, better than other brave units. Pull yourselves together, it's easy to skip a banner.

#fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #feh #seliph #byleth eisner #tiki #chrom #feh artists #jeralt eisner

[t3kandson]

Christmas Song

Wordcount; 3,775

Fandom; ACE

Pairing; Reader and O5

Characters; Park Junhee, Lee Donghun, Kim Sehyoon, Kim Byeongkwan, Kang Yuchan, and features AQA especially Lee Jaehwan.

Warning; Sex Pacts, Fluffy, Slight Angst, full & Anal Sex, And Anal Sexy Toys.

Notes; Chapter 2/8 of Release That Stress

Happy Xmas Eve Choice ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You knocked on the door of the dorm to find Byeongkwan’s smiley face as he pulls you straight into him. Lips clashing with yours straight away, he pulls you into the apartment. “Really, people are going to click on if you keep ravishing her the second she arrives,” Donghun moans as Byeongkwan’s lips fall from yours to huff at his hyung. “Donghun’s right, I’m sure you could wait till the doors shut before you get all horny on me,” you tease as he smirks your way. “Well I got so much stress I really need some release,” he growls as he bites at your bottom lip. “Hey your not the only one who needs attention,” Chan moans as he makes his way towards you, battling his hyung. “Can you not let the poor girl at least breathe before you unleash yourselves on her,” Donghun scolds them both as he grabs your hands, dragging you to the sofa with him. “Right sit, you two,” he pauses to point at them both, “go have a wank or something, let her rest for a while,” he finishes lecturing them both as he walked to the fridge. Pulling out some sparkling cold apple juice, he brings it to you as you thank him before enjoying the taste.

It had been over a year since you had become what they joked was there sexy stress ball. Byeongkwan being the one who took advantage of your pact the most. Chan would slip between friendship and horny sex with benefit’s the second he needed attention. Sometimes he could go between chatting about something and then drag you to his room with the next breath. Junhee would often fight sensibility with his desire. You had soon learnt when he was horny, you would have to coax him to accept he needed some time with you. Sehyoon was very private unless Byeongkwan was there sometimes. You would often look just as friends, but when he was in need, his lust filled eyes would glaze over. Donghun however, was the one that still wasn’t too comfortable, often worrying and lecturing any of you that looked like your emotions was getting lost. He would take advantage the least, yet when he took you to his room he made the whole apartment know.

“So how was your day at work?” Junhee said throwing himself on the space next to you on the sofa. “Hard but I continued with good spirit,” you smiled swigging your apple juice. “Bet you can’t wait for the Christmas holidays,” Sehyoon said as he sat on the chair opposite. His thighs apart as you melted at the muscular texture that he knew you was soft for. Raising his eyebrow subtly smirking that told you he witnessed your meltdown moment, he cleared his throat that had the guys look at him. “So Y/N what are you doing over Christmas?” He asked. “Nothing my family are away till New Years,” you said frowning. “Oh if only we didn’t have our individual schedules we could have spent it with you,” Chan said sitting on the space on your other side. “Who says we can’t,” Byeongkwan added as you all looked at him while he perched at the side of the sofa Sehyoon was sitting on. “Well there’s not a day that we aren’t all together so, I’m sure we could all have a day to ourselves with Y/N,” Byeongkwan’s said with his eyes bright.

“You mean like we each have our own Christmas with her?” Junhee asked as he nodded. “No I don’t like this idea it kind of sounds like a date. Are we not crossing the lines from the pact here?” Donghun scoffed as you saw the guys all look to the floor. “No, not if we don’t let it Hyung,” Chan said as there eyes threw to the younger. “We’ve been shagging over a year now and not one of us have had emotions, we’ve had plenty alone time as well,” Chan explained. “He’s right hyung, what harm is there with each of us spending a day with Y/N. It be good for us but also a way to thank her by spoiling her,” Byeongkwan added with puppy eyes at his hyung. “Unless your struggling under your emotions yourself,” Junhee said raising a eyebrow Donghun’s way. “Don’t be dumb Junhee,” he shot out. “Then why the hesitance?” Junhee asks with a little excitement. “Sehni help me out here,” Donghun shot out as Sehyoon sat further into his chair. “Right is there any one here who thinks they can’t handle it?” Sehyoon asked as he looked round the room as you all shook your head. “And your up for this idea Y/N?” He asked as you nodded. “Words Y/N,” he barked out with the familiar glaze across his eyes. “Yes Sehni I think it’s a brilliant idea,” you said getting excited watching the lust fall over him. “Right then if you have no emotions, then you need to snap out of it, do it for Y/N to give her a good Xmas,” he shot out at Donghun. “I’m sure I can leave you to fit the rota,” he added as he looked up at Byeongkwan, who look too excited to contain it all. “And you,” he paused looking at you with desire in his eyes. “My room now,” he growled at you wasting no time getting you to his bed, to await his need to release himself into you.

It was the day before Christmas Eve and you woke to the door banging. Upon the door matt was a red card, recognising Byeongkwan’s writing immediately you picked it up. Sitting on your Kitchen table you opened it to find the most beautiful card. You could easily tell that Sehyoon had made it as your fingers followed the Christmas painted cardboard.

‘To our little Stress Reliever

Our Christmas present to you, check in tonight at 6pm at Park Hyatt hotel. Your first companion will arrive 10am tomorrow morning. Donghun, Sehyoon, Junhee, Byeongkwan & Yuchan xx.’

You smiled into the card, fingers following each individual swirl of names they each wrote. Excitement tingled through you, as you rushed to your room to pack. These Guys was so special to you to treat you to such an amazing hotel.

Walking into your room, you found a basket of fruit on the glass table with a bucket of Champagne. On the bed was a swan made of towels as you giggled to yourself. By it’s side was a bag, you opened with impatience running through you at being spoiled.

‘Because we know you forgot yours, please pamper yourself, eat well and sleep plenty, your need it for when we’re finished with you.’

You chuckled at the note as you placed it gently on your bed, before pulling at the colourful tissue paper. You pulled out the orange bathers, though they was revealing they was perfect. You squeezed it to your chest looking at the room and your gifts and squealed like a teenager.

You enjoyed swimming in the pool looking over Gangnam-gu from inside the pool, your only wish was to have one of them with you. They had really spoiled you, especially when you had room service bring you up your favourite pork Jajangmyeon, with a Beef Jjinppang. You fell asleep with a happy tum, loving thoughts and excitement for your first date tomorrow.

You could have laughed when Junhee tumbled into your room looking like he had put on so many layers that he was going to the artic. “Why all that?” you chuckled at him as he lowered his hood to remove his winter hat. “Clothes it’s so cold, there saying we could even have snow,” Junhee said as he unzipped his winter coat.

“So your Santa then?” you smiled as he looked at you puzzled. “Your my Christmas Eve date so your Santa,” you chuckled as he finally understood and laughed. “Funny Y/N, you won’t be saying that later, your be wishing Santa will be coming to save you,” he threatened with a wink. “If you say so,” you teased throwing yourself back on your bed patting for him to join. Crawling over you he sinks his lips to yours as he kisses with inpatient needs, his member digging into your heat. “Are we here to fuck or date,” you said panting as you broke the kiss.

“Ok can I be cheeky,” he grits his teeth worrying. “What is it,” you reply as he moved off. “I haven’t got any Christmas shopping done, would you mind if we did some before our date,” he said looking worried for your reply. “You want to take me shopping and your worried about my response,” you teased as he nodded unsure. “Junhee I would love to accompany you, I haven’t done any shopping neither,” you smiled. “First though let me buy lunch,” you said hearing his stomach rumble.

“Hey I would say I’d pay,” you scoffed as Junhee smirked getting his card to pay for your lunch. “Snooze you lose,” he smirked standing up to hold your hands. “Should we be doing this in public?” You asked worried about being caught being intimate. “Not really but hold my hand to the door at least,” he smiles as his hands grip tighter till the cold air forces you to separate.

“Do you think this will suit him?” Junhee asked shoving a cat jumper in to your face. Taking the hanger you placed it under his chin to stand back and look. “I presume this is Donghun’s?” You asked as he nodded, “I’m sure he’ll love it’” you said as Junhee’s eyes lit up. “Plus this will really keep him warm this winter, I’m almost jealous,” you smiled. “Well I can buy you one too,” he teased as you shook your head lightly laughing as you searched for something for Donghun yourself. “Your ok it’s not really my thing,” you said lightly as you gave up your search.

He took you to the clothes shop next door, looking for his mums Christmas gift. While he was rooting through the racks you found a really pretty red sequinned sparkly dress. Though it looked beautiful your money was needed on gifts. So you continued looking through the other racks till Junhee’s hand rested on your shoulder to leave.

You made your way to a jewellery shop for a gift, Junhee was buying some friendship rings for the guys when he was swamped with fans. While you left him slightly to avoid questions you wandered around the shop. You found some cufflinks with red swirls, and remembered Junhee’s conversation earlier about not owning any. Still in need of his gift, and not having much hope for another chance to buy, while he was distracted by choice you purchased it. Sliding the small box into your pocket you turned to Junhee who was leant over signing autographs.

“Is he your boyfriend?” The young fan who appeared at your side asked. “No I’m just staff,” you lied smiling, she seemed happy with her response and ran back to the girls crowding him all giddy. What ever was said had Junhee turn to face you, eyebrows raised as you shrugged his way.

“So your my manager are you?” He teased after sending his cluster of fans off. “I said staff, not manager, what did you want me to say. Hey I’m your bias’s sex buddy,” you chuckled. “Stress reliever,” he recorrected you looking at the male rings. “Plus how do you know I was there bias?” He scoffed as he’s eyes roamed the jewellery. “Oh Park Junhee trust me when I say I can recognise that bias look,” you chuckled. “Excuse me can I have five of these,” he smiled at the woman who served you earlier. She bowed at him and went to the back room. “Is that because you look the same at me?” He teased, like the others trying to push who your favourite was. “Junhee I’m a all five bias girl, your all talented and beautiful,” you said gently swatting his chest. “One day your admit there’s one you like the most,” he chuckled as he flicked his hair. “Never,” you smiled leaning on the counter. “Can you do me a favour?” He asked as you nodded. “Can you hold the fort while I find the restroom?” He said looking a little in need as you nodded smiling.

You had barely put the bags down when Junhee pulled you in kissing you deeply, pushing you against the wall. “Y/N, I need you so badly,” he choked between kisses. “But I still have our date tonight,” he winked, “so it will have to wait,” he added as your hands rested over his hardening bulge. “Right I need a shower, give you time to wrap that lot up,” he smirked as you look at all your gifts. You have one for all the guys but Donghun, you really needed to find something quick. Thankfully you knew he wasn’t with you tomorrow as that was the day of his sole schedule.

You was resting on the bed napping when you felt a body lean into your kisses upon your neck. “Bathroom free babe,” he says in to your ear waking you. “Did you have to wake me?” You moaned as he pushed his arms under your breast and waist and lifted you. “Come on, your eating in to my date time,” he chuckled as he placed you weary on the floor.

“I got your Xmas present,” he said kissing your jaw line. “Oooh what have you got?” You said excitedly as he gave you a large box with a bow on. Sitting back down you opened it to find the dress you was looking at earlier In the shop. Next to it was a pair of leather boots and a fluffy white cardigan. “I saw you looking at the dress earlier,” he smiled at you as you wiped a happy tear flinging your arms around his shoulder. “Thank you I love this,” you said peppering kisses on any inch of his face you could reach.

“Look at you, your just, yeah there’s no words,” Junhee said as you left the bathroom. His mouth was still Open agape as you pressed your lips to his momentarily.

“I got you something too,” you said passing him your gift. He looked at you suspicious as he opened the wrapper to the small box. “Ahh is this a proposal,” he teased as you held back a snigger. His eyes lit up the second he saw the cufflinks, his fingers following the swirls like you did earlier. “Y/N, you didn’t need to do this?” He choked. “I did because your worth it, your worth every inch,” you said placing your hand on his shoulder. “You’ve all got me this,” you paused to look around the hotel room, “and you got me this,” you said looking down at your dress. “So if you can so can i,” you add smiling. His lips come to yours crashing against you, his hands pulling on your ass as he gets lost in your kiss. “We really need to go before I start on you now,” he whispers panting in your ear.

You walked down the crowded streets of the Christmas market, your hands occasionally brushing against each other. “I’m so desperate to hold your hand,” he whined as you turn to him patting him on the shoulder. “You know the rules no touching the manager,” you teased. “So you did say manager then,” he sniggered. “No I really did say staff but now choice has upgraded me, I prefer it,” you said laughing as you watched the mist from your mouth form from the cold air.

You find a table by the ice rink behind the stage as Junhee goes off in search for food. You offered to go with him, but the seats are filling and he wants to enjoy the Christmas Eve performance the local street artists was performing. He doesn’t take long before he comes back, Mulled Wine & Christmas inspired Ramen that your sure is a turkey and Stuffing. The concert starts just as you use your chop sticks to take a mouthful. “This is heaven,” you moan as he smiles at you doe eyed.

The music, setting, food and Junhee’s contentment brings you to peace as you make a memory snap in your mind. You knew who ever dated Park Junhee would truly be lucky.

You almost choke on your drink when you hear Junhee’s pleasant voice hitting the air. He gained the notice of AQA the group performing. The one your sure introduced himself as Hwan rushes to him with excitement to help with the audience. You can’t help but be wowed watching him perform with them, despite watching him a thousand times before. Junhee looks alive more then you’ve ever seen working and fitting in with the new group that he’d been thrown in to.

After a couple more songs he sits out the rest, coming to sit back down as you smile like a proud girlfriend at him. “You was amazing,” you mouth over the music. “You worked that out only now, I’m offended,” he says playfully. Swathes of fans dashed over in a desperate frenzy to meet him. However, this time he wanted his favourite choice. Making excuses and politely bowing he grabbed your hand to make a dash. “Hands really?” You grumbled as you jogged towards the hotel. “If people ask I’m protecting my manager from being injured,” he chuckles.

He wastes no time throwing you to the door the second you’ve entered, he’s reached his quota. “I need you, and I need you now,” he warns between kisses as he hitched one of your legs behind him. “I’ve wanted to fuck you all night, bend you over the table, without a care who saw,” he says whispering into your ear. “I’m all yours now,” you pant feeling your core tighten. “I want to fuck you in this,” he growls as his lips find there way to your neck. “I’m yours to use as you wish,” you say before hissing as he suckles his mark on your collarbone. Scrunching your dress he pulls them up your thighs. You bring your pelvis to meet him before his fingers skip under the material. Pulling your knickers aside, he rolls his thumb against your clit as his mouth returns to yours to suckle down your whimpers. Fingers sliding up your core, your nails dig into his arms as he rubs them along your wall. Following a few heavenly minutes of his finger attack he releases them covered in your slick. Placing them to his mouth he then slides them in yours to taste.

Fingers attacking his Jean buttons he frees himself, pumping and moaning like he’s needed this all night. Returning to your core he moves your pants aside and rubs his member around your clit bringing a excited moan to himself.

“I need this, I need you,” he pants again before he slams himself into you, hastily kissing you to suckle down your cry’s. He picks his pace as your walls tighten around him picking pretty moans to fall from his lips. “Feels so good,” he cry’s as he fastens his speed. Core springing you chase your high as much as you know he’s avoiding his. Bringing your other leg around him you let him help lean you fully against the wall. Core slamming down on him as his hands dig into the flesh of your ass, you feel him losing himself. “Fuck Y/N,” he cry’s as your wall tightens as his fingers find your nub making your head hit the wall. “Baby be careful,” he pants as you continue to work with him building your orgasm while challenging his. But you fail, your inner core snapping as he hits your cervix shaking heavily around him, cry’s filling the air.

He releases you, spinning you to the wall as you struggle on your jelly legs. The zip is pulled down as your dress falls to the floor while he attacks the remaining of your clothes. “I so want this ass,” he growls into your ear as he nips your ear lobe. “Then do as you wish,” you pant against the wall knowing he had a thing for fucking you anally. “It’s a good thing I have my toys,” he purs against your skin.

Dragging you to the bed onto all fours you hear him rummaging in his bag. You hear the lube bottle as you feel a finger intrude on your rim, pushing in as you close your eyes relaxing. After a couple pumps he leaves you empty, returning to fill you with a cold metal sensation by your ass. Pushing what you soon realise is the anal plug in, you winch as he fits it in. Fingers falling to your sensitive clit has your back arch. “Your ass looks so beautiful with this here,” he says before kissing your cheeks. Speeding his rhythm before he then replaces his finger with his shaft. Positioning himself that his cock is rubbing against the thin wall shared by the plug that feels heavenly. Panting you feel him closing in, as your walls clench around him. His thighs shaking before he relaxes himself, “fuck I need this ass,” he growls pulling the plug out with a loud plop.

Pressing the head against you, he slowly pushes in, small whines leaving your lips never being use to being this stretched. Hands pulling on your hip, he starts his pace, slow to start with. “Y/N you take me so well,” he growls as he speeds his rhythm. “This is perfect, your perfect,” he cry’s as he becomes sluggish.

High moans fall from his lips as his orgasm tethers. “Baby cum deep in my ass,” you cry, which spurs him on. Obeying your command he does just that as you hear your name while feeling your ass filled with his warm cum. He continues to slowly fuck your cum back in as he falls on you panting. “We need to clean up,” he says kissing your arched back.

Finishing from your second session he pulls you in counting the last minute down to Christmas Day. “Happy Christmas baby,” he says pulling you in as you hear your phone pinging in what your sure is the guys wishing you happy Christmas too. “Happy Christmas Junhee,” you say pressing your lips to his.

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[evanhuang14777]

&lt;Cantar del Mío Cid>

My Cid Rodrigo Díaz you will hear what he said to him: Eat, count, of this bread; drink, count, of this wine, / for if you do what I say, you will no longer be a captive.

&lt;El Lazarillo de Tormes> by Lázaro de Tormes

[The blind man] washed the breaks he had made with the pieces of the jar with wine, and, smiling, said: / –What do you think of Lazarus? What made you sick heals you and gives you health – and other gifts that were not to my taste.

&lt;La Galatea> by Cervantes

Who is that powerful one who is known and famous from the East to the West ? Sometimes strong and brave, Other times weak and fearful; He removes and restores health, Shows and covers virtue in many, more than once, He is stronger in old age Than in joyful youth. [...] without weapons he defeats the armed one and it is inevitable that he defeats him and the one who has treated him the most, showing shame, is the most shameless. and it is a thing of wonder That, in the field and in the town, A captain of such a test, Any man dares Even if he loses in the fight.

<warning by Juan Ruiz>

«You can smell the fire, which is a very bad smell,

your mouth smells very bad, there is nothing that is worth it,

it burns the assaduras, the leg burns;

If you want to love, owner, the wine does not bother you.

«The drunken monkeys grow old, they

do not walk in their color, they dry out and turn gray,

they do many vile things, everyone hates them;

They miss God a lot and they fail the world.

«When wine is stronger than brains,

the drunks are gnawed like pigs and rooks;

therefore come deaths, strife and shuffles;

Much wine is good in vats and jars.

«Wine is very good in its very nature,

it has many benefits if taken in moderation;

He who drinks too much of it, take away his sanity,

all the evil in the world becomes all madness.

&lt;Tragicomedy of Calisto and Melibea>

“Settle down, my children, there is plenty of room for everyone, thank God. They gave us so much of paradise when we go there. Put yourselves in order, each one has his own place; I, who am alone, will fit this jug and cup, which is no more my life than what I speak of.

After I got older, I don't know a better job at the table than pouring, because whoever tries honey always gets stuck with it. Well, at night, in winter, there is no such bed heater. With two jugs of these that I drink, when I want to go to bed, I don't feel cold all night. I cover all my clothes with this when Christmas comes; This warms my blood; This sustains me continuously in a being; This makes me always happy; This keeps me cool; I see plenty of this at home, that I will never fear the bad year, that a crust of mousy bread is enough for three days. This removes sadness from the heart more than gold or coral; This gives effort to the young man and strength to the old man; puts color to the colorless; courage to the coward; to the lazy diligence; comforts the brains; takes the cold out of the stomach; removes the stench of longing; it makes the cold powerful; makes one suffer the toils of farming; He makes the tired reapers sweat all bad water; heals the redness and the molars; sustains without stink in the sea, which water does not do.

I would tell you more properties about it that you all have hair. So I don't know who doesn't enjoy mentioning it. It has only one blemish, that what is good is worth a lot and what is bad is harmful. So, what heals the liver, makes the stock market sick. But even with my fatigue I look for the best for the little I drink, only a dozen times at each meal. "They won't let me go from there unless I'm invited like now."

&lt;Don Quixote>Cervantes

Wine is mentioned up to 43 times in Don Quixote (1615), the most universal work of our literature. There are few characters more enthusiastic about wine in all of universal literature than the famous squire Sancho Panza, whom Miguel de Cervantes profiled not only as a great fan of wine but also as the possessor of a complete gift in the knowledge of it. “Won't it be good, Mr. Squire, if I have such a great and natural instinct when it comes to knowing wines that, when I try to smell any of them, I guess the country, the lineage, the flavor, and the hardness and twists it has to take.” , with all the circumstances that affect the wine”, Sancho comes to consider.

Another example, when Don Quixote charges against the windmills while Sancho walked "very slowly on his donkey, and from time to time he raised his boot with such pleasure that the most gifted still life artist in Malaga could envy him."

<coplero Alonso de Toro>

In Villalar and Pedrosa,

Bozales and San Román,

wine is no longer worth anything,

they give it almost for nothing;

Well, in Toro, where you were born,

I found, in the buns of the milestone,

a blessed red wine,

which in your life you dress like this.

In the city of Zamora,

on Valvorraz Street,

Blessed Our Lady,

there are so many taverns!

In Casaseca de Chanas

and Casaseca de Campián,

they give us so much wine

that we sing more than frogs.

In Corrales and Perdigón,

and in Fuen del Carnero,

even if the poor man carries a hide,

he will fill it without delay;

In Venialbo and at Fuente

Cantalapiedra and Cantalpino,

the people are very happy

because they drank a lot of wine.

Villarino and La Ribera

and the town of Fermosel,

a lot of wine, in a great way,

and softer than honey.

&lt;'Anna Karenina'> by Leo Tolstoy

Kitty, observes Anna Karenina's first meeting with the man who would later become her lover. Tolstoy relates what the Russian princess Kitty saw at that meeting: He could see that Anna was intoxicated with the wine of ecstasy that she inspired. She knew that feeling, she knew its signs, and she saw them all in Anna—she saw the trembling, bright light in her eyes, the smile of happiness and excitement that involuntarily forms her lips, and the unmistakable elegance, security, and softness of her movements— .

&lt;'Paris was a Party'> by Ernest Hemingway

The novel includes several memoirs by the author of the time he spent in Paris with other well-known American writers who lived there, where they met in cafes and bars to chat. At that time in Europe we considered wine something as normal and healthy as food, as well as a drink capable of bringing you happiness, well-being and pleasure. Drinking wine was not snobbery or a sign of sophistication or culture; It was something as natural as feeding and, for me, as necessary as that. It wouldn't have occurred to me to sit down to eat something without drinking, be it wine, cider or beer. I loved all wines, except sweet wines or those that were very heavy.

#poem and literature #literature #bar in movie and literature #presentation #index0

[zumpietoo]

Now....

Onto Racist....who, per usual, is also being a hypocrite about FT....who, I actively dislike, always have. She’s not only an asshole, she has no talent. Again, haaattteee defending her, but...I hate hypocrisy (and stupid fake arguments, way, way, WAY moar:

Actually, weird thing.....I dislike both actors (and find them both largely talent-free)....but, honestly? Minkle/Tolars at least tracks and makes sense....and, since they’re IRL fuckbuddies, they DO have chemistry. Waaayyyy less cringey than Pinkle and/or Gholars...

AND....it doesn’t fucking matter if they’re popular or not----they’re tier 4 (on a good day) characters/actors who have almost minimal story line impact. And I say this knowing, yeah, Ghloars and Pinkle will probably be “endgame”.....it still doesn’t matter. 

Minkle are fine, why do you think the entire planet is an endless popularity contest? And if you DO??? Why is fuckin’ tumblr your proof of this?

Plus, again, I don’t ship Barfie, I do ship Jabi, plenty of us who do.....and I have no issue with Minkle.....I get telling yourselves these easily debunked little urban legends make you feel better/are perfect for gaslighting....but maybe? Stop fucking lying....

Okay, duuuddeee....yes, you absolutely are pretending this...and, while I actually do agree, she’s an asshole and a REALLY stupid one at that....have you taken a peek at your kween recently? 

She pimps a cult, sticks her foot in her mouth non-stop, posts herself looking wasted, trashes/body shames other wimmin, etc....

Ummm....I’m not especially a fan of Meggers, let alone “H”, but I’m not seeing what’s so terrible about FT supporting her? I mean, yeah, FT will use shit opportunistically in attempts to further her own, very self agenda.....but she’s done this all along. And really not seeing the issue here? 

Why wouldn’t you trash the time she used an innocent black woman’s death to try and further her career/guilt&shame RAS into moar screentime? That was waaayyyyy grosser....

That she thinks Markle gets bullied by the press? She isn’t event entirely wrong. And racism and sexism still exist? Can you need read?

I had nothing to do with Dutchess Meg

Ummm.....I’m sure dudes a jerk.....but how are these evvoolllll???? Am I missing something????

Errr...again, see above.....cuz have you checked out your faves???

No you would absolutely not, you lying hypocrite....which is my express and entire issue here. Your kween is endlessly wasted, gets injections/crash diets while professing body positivity, is “MH advocate” who no longer goes to therapy takes medication, but instead is in a cult (which she shills to HER young fans), where she brags about talking to ghosts thru the ether.....

KokeJ just admitted he’s a broke addict, he DUI’d, fucked children, was supremely anti mask/vaxx (including making such a film) and advocated malaria medicine as treatment. As well as being Mr. Sooooperrr Spreader. 

And you said nothing....

I will admit, you’d trash Cole, because you hate him....so false equivalency. 

Plus you weren’t even able to coherently present your argument.....

There’s no question FT is a stupid bitch. I’ve said as much all along. The difference is, I’ve also pointed out so are almost all the other peeps in the cast

Ummm.....again, there’s plenty to drag her over.....this isn’t amongst it. 

And, once again, have you checked out your kween???? Cuz she does all of the above, as well. If anything, I’d peg PP and FT as festive pals cuz they’re a LOT alike.....

And, actually, I did....all along....and received hate for it. Ditto KokeJ, ditto Crotchi, ditto the Peepster.....

Again, if you drag one, you drag all....

[eorzeacafe]

Eorzea Cafe: The Layout

And the last thing before I start posting about the food--we need to make notes on the cafe layout. Because as cool as the food is, its really true what they say--location location location.

From the outside, the Pasela resort the Eorzea cafe is in isn’t much differen than the buildings around it, but after only a short walk kitty corner from the Electric Town Train Exit (you’ll be going ti a four way crossing, if you go under any bridges ur going the wrong way), you’ll be able to find a tall glass building playing an adorable themesong at its entrance (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, hachimitsu!) and a large floor sign advertising the Eorzea Cafe up on floor 2. 

Whether you take the stairwell up or the elevator, you are brought out into the lobby area where you’ll be waiting and potentially browsing goods until you get your chance to check in at the front desk, select a job coaster of your choice (assuming you reserved), and get taken into your seat.

Here’s a basic floor map for you.

(YEs, I made it in Paint. Yes, it’s rough. Yes, there’s a Granblu Fantasy cafe just down the hall. Please work with me.)

As a solo queuer myself, I tend to find myself brought in and placed directly at the Job roles counter--this is a bar-style counter that separates the space, the relative difficulty of getting into the seat made up for by the lovely theming. Each section of space is divided up into a job role theme, signified by the stone job-tiles displayed at each section. Above is a shot of the melee dps section, as taken from the Tank section.

Just behind the Job Counter and closer to the door is the bar. The bar is for servers to get their drinks and food from, but its still doing plenty of thematic heavy lifting. Even the bottles on display show posters from the different seasonal events in game, while character acrylics are lit up in the bar’s display case. If you get a chance to go, take a look at see for yourself what characters you can spot!

While the left-hand wall is all decently boring tvs playing commercials on loop, the right hand wall and even some parts of that left wall display full replicas of the weapons used. One of the most impressive is a to-scale recreation of an astrolobe, as well as a white mage cane and an entire bard’s bow.

“Kugane Corner” Is actually a bit of a misnomer--while one wall is a shoji-style wall dedicated to Kugane, this whole section appears to be a love letter to the city states. On one of the walls is a full map of the world, while on an opposite pillar there are illustrations of the three city states. As the rest of the store is so devoted to Gridania, it’s really nice to see the others represented here.

Which brings us to the statement piece--just past the Moogles separating the Job side of the counter from the Primals side of the counter, lay three impressive windows clearly styled after the Carline Canopy in Gridania. These green and gold stained glass windows were always awe inspiring in game, and are done justice even in the smaller scale at the cafe (though a double-layering effect of the windows adds depth but makes the lines kind of--weird and hard to look at, even in real life. Pretty, but not easy on the eyes.)

The space is small but well utilized, teaming with even more detail than I was able to get into this post. Someday, I hope some of you will be able to see it for yourselves--and try some of Eorzea’s little secrets too.

EDIT: Since this post, the “specialty cafe” has become an extra seating area for the cafe! Nothing new to note on decor for now, but you can now be seated in either area.

#eorzea cafe #ff14 #info #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14

[beestypos]

JJK - Valentines Day Drabble

Content: fluff, husband Nanami

Character(s): probably the most suitable husband in the JJK universe - Nanami Kento

Notes: I ran out of ideas for the third gift, so just use your imagination :)

Today was a great day. Today was a blessing. Today was a day full of love. Today was a day that you would not trade for the World, simply because you already had the world. And your world was in the form of Nanami Kento.

The Sun woke you up - apparently, you had forgotten to close the curtains before going to bed, probably because both you and Nanami had come home late at night the evening before. You weren't annoyed by this, instead you think that this is the perfect occasion to make some breakfast in bed for you and your husband. You were about to get out of bed when you found yourself stuck. Only then did you realise that your waist was surrounded by the two strong arms of your lover. You hear him groan as he slowly wakes up.

"What time is it?" he whispers hoarsely, his voice full of sleep.

"Too early for you to wake up," you answer with a soft smile, "I'm going to go make breakfast for us."

"Screw that," he answers, before pulling you closer to him. You twist yourself around to face him fully. His tired eyes look at you with plenty of love.

"Happy Valentine's Day, babe," He kisses your forehead - the spot right in between your eyebrows - a place he has kissed every morning since you have started to live together and a place you hope that he will kiss every morning until the very end.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kento," you say with a soft smile before leaving a soft peck on his lips.

You spend some time in the bed together, sometimes in complete silence, just admiring and loving each other, other times talking softly about treasured memories. After a while, you both finally get out of bed and make yourselves some breakfast before leaving for work.

You get home before him, like very other day, and started making Nanami's favourite dessert. You are surprised by the sound of a door slamming shut behind you. You turn around to find him in front of you, holding a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers.

"They're beautiful!" You gasp as you take them delicately and smell them before thanking your smiling husband with a kiss.

"I hope you're not preparing dinner right now," his brows furrowed, noticing the bowl on the countertop.

"Just dessert, why?" You ask curiously - you had both agreed that you would celebrate Valentine's Day on a date the night before as you would both be less tired and because Nanami's job was slightly unpredictable.

"We've got a reservation at that restaurant you like," he answered with a cheeky smile, "and before you say that we agreed on not doing anything special, I got you this dress for the occasion and I cannot return it anymore - I seem to have lost the receipt" He winked before pulling out a beautiful dress that you could already tell was exactly your size.

You stare in slight disbelief, but thank him, slightly in shock, and take the dress to go get ready for the dinner.

The evening seems to go by too quickly and when you return home, you both eat the dessert you had prepared beforehand. You leave your dear husband in the kitchen to go and grab the gifts you had bought him - a new watch as you had noticed his old one of the links was broken and it was covered in scratches, some funny ties which were part of an inside joke and finally, a gift that you knew he would love more than anything. He immediately put on the new watch, laughed at the ties you had bought, and was left speechless when he opened the last gift.

"Thank you, y/n" his answer shocked you with its sincerity and love. You answered with a soft chuckle, "It's nothing." But his words had had their effect and you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"My turn," he said, pulling out a box from nowhere. You unwrapped the gift delicately to reveal a beautiful necklace.

"Do you like it?" he asked, and if you did not know any better, it was almost as though he was shy. You sit closer to him and kiss him passionately, leaving you both breathless and blushing.

"I'll take that as a yes" escaped his lips before they kiss yours again.

#jjk #kento nanami #nanami drabble #husband nanami #nanami fluff #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #valentines day

[nocturnalazura]

Reassured You're Worth It

Todoroki Shoto x Virgin Fem!Reader

Minors do not interact.

Warnings| 18+, Loss of Virginity, multiple orgasms, Oral (fem receiving), fingering, minor over stimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie

All characters are aged up

Summary: You've always been a little unsure and nervous about finally losing your virginity, you're boyfriend always said that it was fine but sometimes you over think. So when you get into your own head he helps reassure you and you finally make a decision that you've thought about a few times before. (I suck at summaries)

Just a quick thank you to the anon that requested a first time with Todoroki! This was super fun to right and ended up being way longer than I meant it to be.

It’s a rare occurrence for you and Shoto to have a full night to yourselves. Normally one of you has something to do, you with piles of homework for school, or Shoto has to go off and save the city. So for the first time in what feels like and probably is months you two find solace in laying back on the couch together. Shoto rests on his back half watching whatever movie the two of you had previously chosen while he traces soft circles on your back while you rest on his chest not even attempting to act interested in the movie playing. You lost interest long ago as the couple on screen breaks up for some stupid reason that won’t matter in the end anyway. You already know that the movie will end with them getting back together and of course there will be the obligatory overly dramatic sex scene. You cringe inwardly at the thought of sitting through something that would set expectations to high.

Realistically you know that sex would never be like it was in the movies, but seeing little glimpses of it being so perfect always kind of got your hopes up that that’s what it would really be like. At twenty years old you know that the world doesn’t work the same way as the movies, and people always bitched about how sex scenes and porn were so over rated but you couldn’t help but wonder if they really were. Maybe your first time would be like the movies and everyone was just full of shit and didn’t want to tell you the truth. Or maybe people didn’t want to tell you because you were still a virgin in college and some people found that weird. Which honestly you still don’t get, who cares if you’re still a virgin, not everyone needs to have sex at a young age to have fun plus you wanted to do it with someone you trusted.

Shoto knew you were a virgin and simply stated that he didn’t mind not having sex he just wanted to be with you, but sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if he would get tired of waiting. Other boyfriends were usually sick of waiting by now and tried pushing for more a few times before you finally broke it off. Shoto’s never brought it up or made any attempt to push you out of your comfort zone, he’s always been pretty respectful when your make out sessions get a little too hot for your liking. The thought of him being your first had crossed your mind more than once, you trust him, and feel comfortable with him. Would he want to? He’s never brought it up maybe because he’s not interested? Suddenly the fingers on your lower back turn ice cold.

“Shoto! What the hell oh my god stop!” You shriek and giggle as you attempt to wiggle away from the frozen fingers. Sitting up on his lap you look down at him only to see him softly smiling up at you.

“Sorry love, but I’ve been saying your name for about 5 minutes now. I could practically hear you thinking. What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid don’t worry about it.”

“Nothing you think is stupid love now tell me or you won’t be able to stop thinking about it.” He whispers, pushing himself to sit up against the arm of the couch. Biting your lip softly he offers you his hand so you can play with his fingers as you work up the nerve to voice your problem.

“God it’s so stupid, but I just, are you tired of waiting?”

“Tired of waiting?”

“For me.” You whisper softly. When he raises a quizzical eyebrow at you, you swallow awkwardly and continue. “For uhm for sex.”

“Am I tired of waiting for sex?” He parrots back to you. When you nod he frowns slightly and pulls his hand away from yours and pushes himself to sit up fully. “Why do you think I’d be tired? I told you I don’t mind waiting, have I been pushing you? I didn’t mean to. We go at your pace. I'm sorry if I gave off anything but that.”

“Oh, oh Sho no that’s not what I meant at all. You’ve never pushed me to far, I just, god see I told you it was stupid.”

“It’s not. I want you to feel comfortable at all times. I told you, I really don’t mind waiting, I just want to be with you, so what brought this up?” He questions tilting his head and opening his arms for you to collapse into him.

“I don’t know, I see these stupid scenes and I over think, and just I don’t want you to be unhappy. Are you sure you don’t mind waiting?”

“Of course not my love. I want you to be comfortable. If you want to take that step with me one day then I’ll happily take the chance but if you don’t want to that’s fine as well. It’s about you, I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

Nodding you snuggle into his chest and let him resume rubbing soft circles into your skin with one hand while he mindlessly let you play with the finger on his other hand. Resting his head on top of yours as he goes back to half watching the movie. His reassurance in you and your decisions fills you with a sense of comfort and undying trust that you didn’t know you needed. Your body automatically relaxes into him as he turns slightly to press a soft kiss to your forehead before smiling softly against you.

The two of you continue to enjoy the rest of the night, switching to another movie later on. Filled with soft kisses and plenty of cuddles. When the movie ends Shoto turns so you’re tucked into his side and listens as you tell him how school has been going for you lately. He tells you about some of the less graphic and violent missions and villains he’s taken part in over the past couple weeks. The soft discussion of you finally moving into his apartment with him when your lease ends in a few months makes you both smile. As it gets later the two of you finally pop your comfortable bubble of happiness and finally head to bed. Getting washed up quickly you get into bed together.

“Good night.” Shoto softly whispers into your hair.

“Night Sho, love you.”

“Love you too.”

With that he pulls you just a little closer so his chest is completely pressed to your back. You let the feeling of his chest rising and falling against your back mixed with the soft little puffs of air that escape him relax you. You smile as his breathing evens out as he falls asleep. Your earlier conversation plays over and over in your mind, his instant concern for you and what you want fills your heart with nothing but love. Swallowing down the fear you have you slowly wiggle around in his arms to turn around and face him. His face is perfectly peaceful as he sleeps, you know you’d be making the right choice with him being your first.

However the last few times you’ve thought of finally taking that leap your own nerves got in the way. He’s proven to you over and over again that you can trust him with everything and his words from earlier prove to you once again that you can trust him. Taking a deep breath you finally make your decision. He’ll be staying the night with you again tomorrow and you’ll tell him you want him to be your first. Your body fills with nothing but excitement and nerves at the thought but you do your best to tame the thoughts and sleep.

Unfortunately sleep doesn’t take you right away and by the time you wake up Shoto is long gone. A small note on your bedside table lets you know that he should be home early as he only has some paperwork and meetings to attend to today. Smiling at the thought of him coming home before dark for once. Pulling yourself out of bed you get ready for the day before heading out to the living room to clean up the little mess the two you left behind the previous night.

Turning on some music you lose yourself to your cleaning as you dance around picking up and wiping everything clean. Before you know it the entire living room, kitchen and bathroom are spotless. Moving on to the bedroom you work on changing the bedding and throwing the other set in a basket to be put away later. Looking around you eye the chair settled in the corner of your room piled high with clean clothes. Sighing you decide to finally tackle the dreaded mountain. After what feels like years of putting away laundry you unceremoniously drop onto the bed to rest and scroll through your phone.

A shrill ding rings out as a message from Shoto pops up letting you know he’s done for the day and has picked up food on his way. Smiling, you hop up and head over to the dresser and pull out one of the shirts you’ve stolen from Shoto and a pair of shorts. Changing quickly you head out to the living room just as Shoto unlocks the door with a bag of take out in hand.

“Oh. I didn’t think you’d be here that quick.” You say happily surprised.

“Didn’t want to leave you waiting long so I waited to text you.” He says, smiling softly as you pad over to him taking the bag. Grabbing you before you have a chance to get away he gives you a soft kiss before heading to your room to change into comfortable clothing. “You did a lot while I was gone.”

“Hmm? Oh yeah. I kinda just got into it and kept going.”

“I would have helped you when I got back.” He says settling on the floor in front of the coffee table.

“I know but this gave me something to do while you were gone.” You mumble as you hand him his food.

He rolls his eyes at you with a small smile before grabbing the remote to pick something to watch. He settles on something neither one of you really cares about as you both dig into your food. You only half watch whatever plays as you pick at one another’s food and discuss what happened at his meetings. When the food is finished you two slowly begin to pay more attention to the show. You sit there on the floor together for quite awhile before finally deciding to head to bed. Before you can grab anything to put it away Shoto is pushing you onto the couch and doing it himself ignoring your protests.

“You cleaned all day. I can put away leftovers and take out the trash.” He says pressing a kiss to your forehead before going to take the trash out.

Sighing you settle on the couch and wait for him to come back. Taking a deep breath you decide that once he comes back you’ll finally tell him you’re ready. A small amount of nerves build up again at the thought of finally going that far. Shaking your head you get up and head to the bedroom and wait for him there. Jumping onto the bed you toss your phone onto the side table and settle face down on the bed. The sound of the front door opening and closing again alerts you to Shotos return but doesn’t prepare you for his weight to suddenly drop onto your body.

“Aghkh Sho!” You wheeze out as he lets himself rest on you. “Get off me you ass! You’re heavy!”

“Well now that’s rather rude of you to say. I don’t feel like moving for someone who insults me.”

“You’re literally all muscle! You’re gonna kill me!!” You squeal as he lets more of his weight drop. Laughing slightly he wraps an arm under you and flips the two of you over. Wiggling out from under his arm you sit up to flip yourself over to look down at him. “Rude.”

“You’re cute.”

“I know I am.” You smirk as you lean down to kiss him.

Shoto happily sighs as your lips slot perfectly against his. His hands carefully roam the tops of your thighs before creeping up the back of your shirt slowly.

“You look good in my clothes.”

“Mmm that’s why I wear them.”

Shaking his head he tangled a hand in your hair pulling you back down to him. It’s a familiar thing for the two of you, long drawn out make out sessions with a small mix of groping and grinding against one another until you finally reach the edge of your comfort zone. His hands roam over your body easily, memorizing every little detail they touch. Shoto grabs greedy handfuls of your ass as your mouths work together. His hands knead at the fat of your ass as he uses it as leverage to move you against him.

You both groan into the other's mouth as he pulls you to softly grind against him. You moan sweetly against him as you feel his cock stir beneath you. He lets out a soft grunt as you grind down a little harder on him. Pulling away from the kiss he lets his head rest against the pillows as he looks up at you with half lidded, his thumbs rub soft circles onto your hips as he watches you move against him. You keep your movement at a steady pace as you watch his face twitch and contort softly with every little grunt and groan he lets out. The feeling of his hardened cock pressing against you as you move against him has your already slightly dampened panties soaking uncomfortably quick as you think of what could possibly happen.

“Y/n, love tell me what you want.” He whispers up at you softly.

“I want you.”

“Want me to help get you off love?” He mutters leaning up to kiss your neck as he lets one of the hands on your hip slide down to the waistband of your shorts.

“Shoto, I um, I want want you.” Swallowing your nerves you continue “I’ve been thinking about it and I want it to be you.” You whisper softly leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I want you to be my first.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you finally sit up to look at him fully. A bright blush rests over his cheeks as he stares up at you with wide bi colored eyes. You watch as he swallows hard before finally nodding, seeming to have finally processed everything. Letting go of you he pushes himself up to rest against the headboard before bringing a hand up to your cheek and pulling you close again.

“You’ll tell me if you want to stop right?”

“Of course, I trust you Sho. You’ll um take the lead right?”

“If that’s what you’re more comfortable with of course.”

“Yes please.”

Giving you a quick nod he pulls you into a soft kiss before letting him slide back down the headboard to rest amongst the pillows with you on top of him. He lets his hands drift down to your ass again to coax you back into grinding against him. The two of you continue that way for a little while, simply kissing and nipping at one another. Groaning against you he wraps an arm around you tightly to quickly flip the two of you over. Sitting up on his knees he quickly pulls his shirt over his head smirking at the way your eyes rake over his toned torso. He fiddles with the hem of the shirt you're wearing waiting for your nod of approval before pulling it off to admire your naked torso. You fidget slightly under his gaze fighting off the temptation of covering your bare chest.

“God you’re beautiful.” He whispers leaning down to pepper soft kisses across your face before diving down to press harsher ones against your neck. His hands cautiously creep up your body to softly grope at your breasts. “You’re so soft and perfect love.”

You relax again at his words letting him touch you the way he pleases. A small moan escapes you as his thumbs toy with your nipples softly, fingers kneading into the plushness. Shoto lets out quiet hums of happiness at the feeling of finally being able to hold and touch you in all ways. He carefully begins to work his way down from your neck, pressing little kisses against your skin. He nips softly at the soft skin of your breast peeking up at you through his hair before moving slightly to allow his teeth to graze your already sensitive nipple before carefully letting his lips wrap around it. He softly laps and sucks at it, switching to the other when you arch your back pressing him further into your chest.

“Sho, keep going please.” You whine tugging at his hair.”

Humming against you he starts moving again, leaving little kisses against the soft skin of your belly until he reaches the waistband of your shorts. He kisses along the edge before lifting his head to look up at you as if asking permission to continue. When you give him a small nod he wraps his fingers around it gently before tugging your shorts and panties down in one go leaving you completely bare to him. You can’t help the nerves that suddenly swell up inside of you as you clench your legs together in a small attempt to hide.

“Please don’t hide from me love, you’re perfect.” Whispers Shoto running his hands along your sides in an attempt to ease your nerves. “We can stop if you’re not ready.”

“Sorry, just a little nervous.” You whisper, taking in a deep breath you let your legs relax. “Keep going, I trust you.”

Smiling at you sweetly he moves to spread your legs and settles himself in between them. He’s touched you before but having him this close to your soaked center is oddly nerve wracking. Soft hands rub against the tops of your thighs before pushing your legs just a little further apart. Once settled he uses his thumbs to gently spread your lips apart to look at your clenching little hole. Shifting slightly you throw an arm over your eyes to avoid looking down at him until you feel it.

You let out a surprised moan as Shoto licks a strip up your soaked little pussy. He eagerly groans into your core as he continues to let his tongue explore as you moan and tug at his hair. His nose softly bumps and rubs against your clit as he eagerly licks into you, letting his tongue explore you and happily letting your taste coat his mouth. Moving up he sucks softly on your clit as he slowly circles a finger around your entrance coating it in your slick. Moving your arm you finally look down only to be met with Shoto’s hazy lust filled gaze as he sucks at your clit and carefully works a singular finger into you.

“Oooh Shoto!” You moan out tugging at his hair as he groans heavily against your clit.

His eyes gaze up to your through a lust filled haze as he slowly pumps his finger in you as he lets his tongue lap at your clit. Popping off your clit he speeds up the pace of his finger and changes his position to lean over you as he watches your face for any kind of discomfort. Twisting his wrist ever so slightly he finally hits the little spot inside of that leaves you moaning freely. Carefully he eases in a second finger slowing the pace down and letting you get used to the stretch. When your mouth drops open with a low moan of his name he picks the pace back up, letting the pads of his fingers press against that spongy spot inside of you.

“You’re so good for me my love. Look how perfect you are.” He groans out as he feels your walls clamp around him sporadically. “Your pussy is so pretty baby, look how cute it looks wrapped around my fingers.”

You rock your hips up into his hand, looking up at him with little tears dotting the corners of your eyes. Licking at his bottom lip he drops back down between your thighs letting his tongue play with your sensitive little clit. Your hips shift around relentlessly at the stimulation until he throws his free arm over you to hold you in place as he pressed his fingers into you faster.

“Shoto! M’gonna cum.” You squeal as he licks and sucks at your clit harder pulling you closer to your end. FInally he presses a third finger in officially pushing you over the edge at the added stretch and pressure.

“That’s it love, cum for me.” He grunts out as he eases you through your orgasm. He carefully pulls his finger free of your spasming walls before leaning down to lick a long strip up your slit. Shoto eagerly licks at slick the drips from you, softly pushing your legs open as they threaten to close around him.

He lets you whine and tug at his hair as he digs his tongue into your now drenched and stretched little hole. He shoves his face into your center letting his nose rub against your now sensitive clit as he licks into you groaning as he ruts against the bed as the taste of you spreads throughout his mouth. Grunting into he switches between licking at your clit and pressing his tongue as far into your spasming walls as he can. The feeling quickly begins to overstimulate you as he smothers himself in your pussy. Your hands scramble to push him away as he goes back to focusing on your clit again as the feeling of another orgasm quickly creeps up on you.

“Sho! Too much!” You cry out as he sends you crashing over the edge again. Finally you manage to push him off of you as your legs shake around him with tears running down your face from the over stimulation.

“Fuck, sorry love.” He says breathing heavily. He quickly wipes your juices from the bottom half of his face with the back of his hand before moving up to lean down and kiss you softly. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long. You okay?”

“Uh huh” you mumble through a head filled with a lovely pleasure haze.

“Do you wanna stop here?” He questions pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“No, I really want to keep going please. I wanna know what it feels like to have you in me please.” You whisper blinking the haze away.

“Yeah? Ok, fuck we can do that.” Swallowing thickly he gives you another quick kiss before pushing the rest of his clothes off quickly. You watch with wide eyes as his hard cock slaps up against his lower abs. “You can say no still at any point ok?”

“I know.” You whisper as you pull him back down to you for a long drawn out kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He mumbles against your lips. He settles himself over you, one arm holding himself up while the other reaches down to tease the blunt head of his cock against your soaked entrance. “Ready?”

“Mmhmm” You hum out quietly leaning up to kiss him softly again.

Licking his lips Shoto watches you closely as he slowly works on pushing into you. He offers a small chorus of praises as your face scrunches up at the slight stinging the unfamiliar stretch causes. The arm not holding him up quickly comes up to tangle your fingers together as he finally bottoms out within you. He leans down bringing you into a soft kiss as he stills, letting you adjust to the new feeling.

“You’re doing so good love. Feel so good already.” he mutters against your cheek, squeezing your hand tightly. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

Nodding softly you let your face relax as you take in a deep breath. Suddenly you're very thankful for his earlier prep and over stimulation as the small sting still rings throughout your body lightly. Peeling your eyes open you look up at Shoto, admiring the way his hair falls around his face. When he takes note of you looking up at you he smiles softly and kisses you. He rests his forehead against yours.

“Move Shoto.” You whisper softly, squeezing his hand.

Sucking in a harsh breath he slowly eases his hips back only leaving the tip in before pushing back in just as slowly still giving you plenty of time to adjust. When given no indications of unease, he builds a slow pace letting you feel every inch of him as he pushes into you. Slowly he feels your body relax against him as he rolls his hips into yours. His own body relaxes slightly when your mouth falls open and softly little moans finally begin to spill from it.

“Mmm Shoto, feels good.”

“Yeah? Fuck, you feel amazing love.” Shoto says grunting softly into your neck. He lets out a low moan when you shift your hips to wrap your legs around his waist successfully pulling him deeper into you. “Shit, it’s like you were made for me.”

“Faster Sho. Please.”

Biting into your neck softly he works his hips faster into yours groaning when you begin to roll your hips to match his pace.

“That’s it, good job baby. So good for me baby girl”

The two of you build a comfortable rhythm as the soft rhythmic sound of skin slapping together mixed with your soft moans and his grunts fills the room. With every thrust his cock kisses at your cervix filling you to the brim. The veins that litter his cock rub at all of the little sensitive spots within that up until this point had never been touched. Letting go of your hand he pushes his free hand underneath you pulling you closer to him.

Your eyes roll back as the angle is slightly changed and his tip rubs effortless against that little spongy spot with every single thrust. You bring your arms up to wrap around Shoto’s shoulders to claw at his back. You feel your cheeks flush as you look up to see Shoto watching every little move you make, from the fucked out little faces to the way your breasts bounce as he fucks you. His pupils are blown as his face is drowned in lust from watching you. He grunts heavily when your walls eagerly clench around his cock.

“Love you so much baby, so fuckin’ perfect and tight around my cock.” He states with a particularly hard thrust.

“Love you too Sho, feels good.” you moan eagerly pulling him down and into a sloppy open mouthed kiss. “Shoto! Wanna cum.” you moan into his mouth.

Nodding with a quiet grunt he pulls his arm out from underneath you to push it between the two of you. He fumbles around for a second as you clench around him again before regaining his composure and rubbing tight circles against your clit. As the added stimulation courses through your body your mouth drops open allowing soft pants and moans of his name to fall freely from your mouth. Finally he pushes you closer and closer to the edge of your third orgasm as he slowly speeds his thrusts up just a little more. Your legs tighten around his waist pulling him even closer as your walls spasm around him helplessly.

You look up at him, letting a warbled chorus of his name fall from your parted lips as you push your hips harder into his. Nails bite into his shoulders as a final hard thrust pushes you over the edge.

“S-s-shoto.” You whimper out pathetically as you come crashing over the edge. Your head tipped back into the pillows as your pussy creamed around him, walls spasming in attempt to milk him. “ Sho! F-fuck Sho.”

“Shit, shit that’s it baby, fuck good girl.” He groans above you rolling his hips a little slower to help work you through your orgasm. The feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him forces him closer to his own end. “Fuck ok baby, ‘m gonna cum, shit where should I?”

“In! Please Sho wanna feel it in me.”

“Fuck. Y/N fuck, shit.” He grunts into your neck as a shudder rocks through his body just as he pushes all the way to the hilt and begins to fill you. The tip of his cock presses snuggly up against your cervix as hot spurts of cum fill you. His hips give a few half assed thrusts as he finally stills above you, breathing heavily he lowers himself to rest on top of you still holding up the majority of his weight in an attempt to not crush you. “Baby, you okay?”

“Uh huh, I’m I’m ok.” you whisper, eyes closed as you attempt to regulate your breathing.

Pushing himself up just high enough to look down at you, carefully he brings a hand up to push a few stray strands of hair out of your face. Your eyes flutter open slowly only to be met with Shoto’s slightly concerned face.

“Are you sure you’re ok love?” he questions caressing your cheek softly.

“Yeah I’m sure, I feel good.” You say offering him a small pleased smile before turning your head to kiss his palm softly.

“Good.” He whispers leaning down to kiss you softly. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, it was perfect. I made the right decision.” You whisper pulling him back into a kiss. When you drop back to the bed you look up at him with slightly tired eyes.

“C’mon lets get you cleaned up so we can go to bed.”

He slowly pulls his now softened cock out of you watching as his cum slowly drips out of your abused little hole. You whimper quietly at the now empty feeling. Shoto presses a soft kiss to your forehead and a mumbled “sorry”. Getting off the bed he quickly pulls on his previously discarded sweats and heads to the bathroom. He comes back with warm wet cloth, climbing back on the bed he carefully works on cleaning up the mess between your legs and tossing the cloth into the nearby laundry basket. Grabbing the shirt he was wearing earlier he helps you sit up and slips it over your head.

“Need anything?”

“Cuddles?”

“Of course.” He says laughing softly. He quickly switches off the lights before laying down and opening his arms for you to curl into his chest. Once you settle he wraps an arm around you and presses a kiss to your forehead and offers you a hand so you can play with his fingers. “So worth the wait?”

“Oh yeah definitely. What do you think, was I worth the wait?”

“You are beyond perfect my love. I’d wait a thousand years to be with you.”

“Mmm that was so cheesy Sho.”

“I know, but it’s true. I love you Y/n”

“Love you too Shoto.” You mumble out.

The soft rhythmic beating of his heart lulls you to sleep. As your breathing evens out Shoto can’t help but smile down at you passed out against his chest. Everything around the two of you just feels right at this moment. Even when you would wake up the next morning with a soft ache between your legs you’d kiss him happily and say it was worth it.

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