#this was hard picking just 10 photos haha

[getodrools]

Just read every one of your Toji fics.. Mr Krabs I have an idea.. Size kink toji and reader that have been sexting and calling nonstop online finally meet up

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ thankuu thehe ! ! i am soo ready to indulge in this idea wink wonk 😼 but toji is old soo expect him to act it in the txts el oh el — i hope u enjoy ! <3 btw i did not proofread this whole thing sob ! !

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ᯓ★ warnings. mdni | f! reader | sws, sexting, [n]sfw twt links, size difference/kink, he's HUNG, belly bulge, cervix/womb fucking, overstimulation, he takes vids + pics of reader!, age gap ( reader: early 20s, toji: late 30s ), praising, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting ( x2 ), overstimulation, mindbreak, creampie. ᡣ 𐭩 | wc. 3.6k + |

THE YAWN STRETCHING YOUR mouth wide exhaled pure exhaustion out of you… Tapping at the cluttered papers on your desk with a pretty pink pen, bored out of your mind — until — your phone buzzed in your back pocket.

Fishing for it, your eyes light up brighter than the notification buzzing itself.

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It makes you gleam. Knowing that silly little name you picked out suited him all too well… Always reminding you how he's a rather older man, of course — an older man that was also packing a threat of three dicks in one in those grey sweats he'd always wear…

He was simply a big dick dilf you loved texting!

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Today 6:58 PM

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| Watching those videos of you playing with yourself right now :)

| Making my dick so hard pretty girl.

tojiiii |

im at worrrk rn dont do this to mee |

| Haha.

| Can't help it. You make me horny.

♡ hehe |

but gossh it takes sooo long to take him out |

…wish i wasnt working today :( |

| Too long sometimes haha.

| But I hope it goes easy today baby 😁

| Want to have some fun with me to pass time then ;) ? Send me some upskirt pics? Show me how hardworking you are.

yes baby but only if u cum to them :(( |

| I promise.

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enjoyy ;p |

| Hot! You look so fucking wet naughty girl.

| Thank you.

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| Got me cumming so hard.

yummy >< that was a lot toji! |

i get u that excited? :D |

| All the damn time.

| But don't get caught fingering yourself in the office for me now haha.

i cant stop so no promises 😽 |

| Fuck. I wish I was fucking that pretty pussy instead of those fingers.

| I'd fill you up so much more.

i wish u could fuck me too ♡ |

but aaah exactly!! ur so big!! |

idk if i could handle all that ;(( |

| Let me come over and grant that wish? Haha.

| I’ll take care of you. So don't you worry your pretty little head off, let me do that ;)

gosh toji who could say no >< |

| Why not? It's been long enough and I can't stop thinking about you and that perfect body.

true ☹️ |

every time u txt my pussy just gets so wett :(( |

idk how much longer i can take without u being in me!? :(( |

| Fuck. Making me hard again.

| Then let's do something about that ;) When do you get off tonight? 10 like usual?

mhm! |

u promise youll rlly come over? |

i dont wanna play with myself all alone tonight :( |

| Shit. You're so fucking bad.

| As much as I like those videos you send when you do… I promise you won't be lonely tonight.

yayy! omgg im so excited!! ♡ |

*SHARED LOCATION* |

| Me too 👍🏼

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No. You were nervous.

It was thirty minutes past ten, and he seemed to have left soon as you sent your address — Toji had mentioned living only just a few towns over from you, three or so hours away, so you thought it'd be a while ‘till then… but soon as you were done trying to recollect and prepare yourself, you were already hearing a hard knock bust at your front door…

You met him through Facebook.

He seemed like a family guy but distant from said family… The obvious sign he was an older man, no less than thirty by the looks of his awkward profile picture; a low angle as if he wasn't aware of the camera pointing at him, yet it caught the scruffy look aging at his chin and the low set of leafy eyes you adored — he was rather handsome.

That haggard look of a tired hunk of a man itched something in you.

Digging deeper, his social profile seemed old and rarely updated, but the little collection in weapons and fishing, random masculine quotes, and scenic views was fitted when he did… but that ‘not in a relationship’ status highlighted right at your own pretty eyes…

You reached out to him day of, curious and intrigued. A rise of fun risk chatting with an older man online coiled something in you — yearning for the attention and he damn sure delivered.

Approximately within 24 hours.

Toji greeted himself quick, and then conversations began to pick up more frequently, from daily pictures of just random things going on in your lives to full-on phone calls within weeks! Hearing him for the first time rumbled a deep pit in your core to erupt. His voice so smooth and husky, like auditory caramel that was pleasant to the ears, and even that slight rasp on some of his syllables he'd drawl out was scratching further into your brain to feen for more.

You didn't need to take anything further from your own hands. He seemed rather lonely yet mysterious, but made it very clear what he wanted.

Toji initiated the flirtatious comments once he figured out how to open your photo gallery on your profile, or once he figured out the FaceTime option to get a full live view of your pretty self some more… You remember it was on the second or so phone call when he started to chuckle out praises of how beautiful you are. Even admiring your intellect or your creativity when you'd show him your hobbies and such...

You were filing something in for him — vice versa too…

You also remember when you first sent a picture of your tits out of craven; fleshy mountains peaked hard at the tips, forcing them to jiggle once you found the courage to make videos for him after the overwhelming praise the first time.

He made you feel… special.

More or so, when you first saw his cock. That's when the button to malfunction clicked.

That day, you swore your jaw was sore the whole evening from how hard it dropped. You could not believe how hung he was — jackpot!

From what you could see through such a simple device, Toji’s dick dangled between his thick thighs like a damn church bell clanging with mighty vigor. When the meaty log slapped from side to side against naked flesh, it had weight—it was heavy and made an audible fleshy clap. In some of his videos, he'd lift his shirt up too — showing more of himself off as if that alone wasn't enough. He knew was sculpted like fine marble chiseled to perfection, he just had to make sure you saw what he worked so hard on…

When the older man first jerked himself off, moaning right into the speaker; lewd groans of your name spewing out, you couldn’t help but admire the way his fingers barely touched when he fucked up into his fist… Usually a collage of your naked self was on his laptop while he recorded himself getting off. It was cute. But fuck, the tan skin gliding over his bulbous tip always swepped that oozing, sappy pre he invariably seemed to drench himself with — practically lubing that nth-inch bitch breaker to full extent...

It was always so pretty even when it was sleeping. When he was really in a mood, he'd call you and let you watch it grow — let you talk filthy to make him twitch into the full hard pole it wakes up in…

His soft was as big as your ex’s hard.

Sighing heavily.

You had plenty of calls and videos shared with him, mostly getting off on each other with zoom-ins on your pretty bits… So, this couldn't be any different… Clearly, it wasn't enough anymore to only tease each other, you ached for the real thing — the real mammoth cock you watched like an addict to get lodged right up your bare pussy...

Damn, why were your hands so clammy.

Reminding yourself, your situation with him was always an annoyingly so close, yet so far annoyance. And this was the time to change that.

Marching up to the door with your head high, a throbbing pang shot right between your legs reminding you exactly what you craved for.

Another knock banged at your door before you could reach the golden knob.

Scratch that.

Feeble like sand falling, “Oh fuck…” Your stomach twists. She was thinking for you! Dammnint he was a monster, think clear! Not even the tip could nudge through.

Relax.

This was your first time ever meeting up with someone on the internet — let alone meeting with them to fuck. Or even just creating a full-blown sexual relationship in the digital world… A sexual relationship with a man twice your age too— twice your damn mass not to mention for the tenth time!

The third knock felt like a punch straight to your gut when the hinges rattled.

His presence was strong. You knew he was standing on the other side of that thin wall barring between you both ever so patiently. This is all that was between you now, not miles of distance or digital love, just a closed door.

You could hear heavy boots click off.

Shit!

Your phone goes off too.

Head spinning like a barrel at each noise that seemed rather louder than they actually were... you catch the notification banner with his name written all over it.

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Today 10:53 PM

| Hey baby

| I think I'm here. It's 201 right?

| The ice cream is melting 😱 Haha.

Read 10:53 pm

| Hey?

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Toji was holding a container of mixed ice cream, that is in fact melting… but spotting flowers with a small black bag hanging in his other hand, you puckered out your lips in awe, glossing them over with your tongue.

Though as stiff as your neck went as you looked him up and down, you savored that saliva drying up in your mouth. Feeling it run barren only catching half his robust body that seemed to wander off with his own head glued into his phone, seeming to check again for the address.

Attempting to swallow that dry pit clogged in your throat to muster up a pitiful, “Toji… Hi.” Idiot.

When he turned, his body's depth grew tenfold.

He was massive. Now catching sight of a clear view of his full sature, he could be described as one would with a walking goliath… A great abundance of stacked muscles kissed even through his grey sweater; pecs strong and full – round even with long limbs standing tall in a might of mass to settle around bones, and it only takes a few steps for him to reach you.

You audibly gulp.

Throat bobbing as his face drew closer, and as he did, Toji held a simple, small smile. Noticing that notable scar he'd usually lick over and shine the silvery mark lined down those thin, yet full lips. Lips that made your own quiver – aching to drag him in for a full mouth and tongue kiss to fix that, not caring if teeth collide—

“Wow. You look good—amazing…” Toji’s voice resonated a thick rumble as those naturally, pale green eyes hooded, adventuring all around you a few times before, “Really good... Ah, this melted — I hope you like flowers though.” And he presents you the small vase bundled up in a various color of blooming buds.

Clammy hands reach for them, “Hah, they're lovely. Thank you…”

Toji sucks in hot air through his teeth, still hanging right outside your door… “You all right?” He notices the small pearly beads trailing across your hairline.

“Yeah! Yeah, I'm just–– you look good… I knew you were big but, damn.” Saying that forced a clear connotation to spark up. If he's this big in real life — bigger than what you have already seen online, what you've prepared yourself for mentally, but now connecting the dots, all of those angles and views were shot from his eyes. Now in your personal POV, this was a clear difference… and you couldn't help but think about that monster stuffed between his legs that was appointed and waiting for you to be a lot more than you could fathom...

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At least, Toji knew you needed prep first. He could just tell…

So to speak, his tongue was steady lapping around in a winding circle against your slit. Already sappy against his mouth, but the wads of spit he bubbles against puffy lips, swoons you blissfully to a faucet…

He didn't mean to shove his tongue so deep, but the natural nectar your pussy gushes with was utterly mouthwatering, he couldn't stop slurping it up! And he didn't mean to cut you off when you finally invited him in, but his cock was also steering the engines – remembering one second your mouth was full with coherent words, telling him how your day was, small talk and giggles about the ice cream, but now, you could only babble out god knows what… Even — faintly, remembering how he pinched and squeezed at your sides when you finally invited him in your room to get things where they needed to be; letting him take a plop down only to get dragged with him closely, quickly enveloping you with his needs and mass…

Time moved quick, even motions and kisses. Hands too. He was not shy… Could say he had a damn set of paws on him.

Hands shaking, Toji laps “Make sure you get a good angle...” And you try hard to record your pussy being eaten raw.

Something Toji asked about, if he could get some real good photos of you both before he goes back to his place… It was fun at first, but shaky hands recording a video is not a good mix. But, you tried…

Toji delved to get to his destination and he made it clear what this was all for. He let you relax and talk for a bit, enjoying your voice now against his skin, now feeling you for the first time — skin to skin, so smooth and gentle, teasing almost for the entirety… but as soon as you hinted you were ready, he spayled out right between knobbly legs he coveted in with a sort of haste…

Whiffing up your aroma, he groans, “Fuck baby…” His mouth opened wide with an inviting seal – a suction, he rolls out his tongue like a dog in heat; shaking his head gently and sliding that slippery tongue back and forth, Toji keeps hooded eyes on yours. Watching how you looked up into the clouds as heat pressed between your legs.

“Taste so good. I knew you would,” Toji pops your puffy clit in his mouth, sucking with a hard pull ‘till it bobbled out — swollen now.

“Gotta open you up, pretty pussy is so tight.” Mark his words, a digit teases your entrance, handling your quiver; he toys at your little hole, circling and flicking ‘till he could nudge in tight walls.

Hooking soon as gummy walls expand— suck him in, “Greedy girl.” Toji prods against the puffy mounds of your cunt.

Hot mouth raking against the length that he spreads with working hands, he bumps and curls another finger in. Nuzzling deep, his nose suffocates against your pelvis when he plows in, hands doing just the same.

Feeling the older man press around to play at spongy walls, you couldn't help but knot a free hand through his shaggy hair as the other tightened around his phone… The nimble stretch kicked your feet up. Shivering, sheer incredulity warred across your features; your jaw was agape – totally agape. Nothing but strangled noises left your lustrous lips.

Suckling at pert folds and scissoring spongy walls, Toji worked with eager rolls with the tip of his tongue. Flicking across the pretty underside with deft movements that sent the flesh trembling. Trailing along the curving plumpness, his mouth maps your folds and bits that force your legs to tweeze around his shoulders.

He traces patterns into the lush flesh – no random movements, all meticulously and hard… Riding up your slit, never missing the rhythm that forced a kindled roll in your hips, along the ridges—the drawing, you felt a bold, T. O. J. I. trace out teasingly.

The distinguishing mark of the tittle from the “I” pressed right into your puffy hood. And he curled his tongue just right, the little nub puckered out into a spasm.

A sweet spasm too.

Engorged, your face grew tight. Twisting and turning, your tummy coiled ‘till it sprang up, feeling Toji slosh around in your cunt; bullying your walls to clench with a force until they fluttered open all while keeping a working mouth prodded against your thrumming needs.

“Toji!!” Your back lifts up off from the sheets. A perfect arch, he slides a hand beneath, holding you still while you mush shakey hips into his face, drawing out that high spiking through you and out like a geyser.

Fumbling over thoughts, Toji drowns between the sweet heat of your legs. Letting you glisten down the stubble on his chin. Groaning at the treat you spatter against his tongue, almost making his mouth a damn pool itself, he refreshes himself.

His throat bobs as he swallows you up.

A few languorous seconds, he pulls away sloppily. Saliva and messy juices still pearling in streams was sent pattering down his chin. With much of it staining his face – he didn't mind, he relished it, the nectar taste and how it sort of cooled him off was utterly pleasing…

He grabs the phone, smirking how it fumbled down with you.

Your mouth hangs loose. Limp and tingling all throughout.

Only for the tingles to spark into shots of raw lightning, barred hands travel of your sides, “So perfect baby… You think you're ready now? I think you are..?” Still trying to catch robbed breaths, weak eyes manage to flutter open and seize at the sight of the clamoring coming from below your bodies.

Pupils dilating and now snapped wide, you flinch at the presence of something so immense. Instinctively, the tips of your fingers press into the hard ‘v’ tracing down his pelvis in trepidation.

When the hell did he take that out?!

Like a church bell clanging, it swung low. His cock was heavy, the weight couldn't keep his hard pole up no matter how much blood flowed. When the rough-tough cock throbbed, it was the only time stiff dick meat lifted an inch…

“Heh, don’t get shy on me now.” Toji grabs your hand and swipes it away with a feathery kiss, “I told you not to worry that pretty little head off. That's my job.” And he was doing a damn good job!

“You're already so wet, so it'll slide in easy, m’kay?.. But I got this though. Just in case.” That black bag he brought in now answered your questions. The plastic crumbled as he reached for it – hucking it, a bottle of lube rolled in his palm and popped open.

Shaking it up, he dumps out half the bottle into his already soggy palm. Before shining his prize for you, he plops himself right on your rising tummy. Dammnit! He was teasing you out of your mind! Purely showing off how deep he was about to go…

Adorably nervous, the arousal from Toji tonguing you into oblivion excited those fuming hormones on how good he can work your pussy, but now? With a mammoth cock ready for you next, riled up your very engines…

Knobbily legs spread wide.

Biting at your lower lip, “Reach my guts, Toji.” Your hand dips between naked bodies and grabs a handful of thick cock meat. The oozing lube globbing at his base, you stroked it all the way up to his capped tip. Slathering the thin flesh with a twist.

Oh.

His silvery scar stretches, “Mmhm… Someone's worked up the courage.” He chuckles, carefully watching how you cutely try to wrap him whole into your palm.

Barely working out, but you tried.

… You were… ready — jittering with eager excitement, pussy still dribbling in muck, and a heart ready to throb out your chest again. You wanted— needed him in you, reminding yourself all the times you had to finger your pussy to just mere pictures, to a cock you drooled over digitally all alone with only tinkering thoughts. This was the time to finally fixate on fantasies, though Toji’s size still loomed at the back of your mind as he guided himself between sopping folds, prodding against your little entrance when you deemed his cock to be doused enough…

You suck in a deep breath.

Ready.

Yet, the audacity to whisper, “See, you're a big girl.” While half his body shrouded yours as he prepped himself above you; full mass shadowing over your frame with alluring sature, you toiled.

Blowing out a lust-laden breath. Toji soothes at your thighs, holding them in a firm grasp, and angled himself to mush the rubbery pink tip between the tightness of your quim. Any trepidation you had felt was clearly lost in the pressure of his crown plugging in, disappearing slow and methodically; penetrating you with a groan-inducing rush, a sensation of being gently, and nicely filled with the weight of something greater than you immediately expected.

“Oh fuck...” Almost in unison, his body curls forward while yours expands.

Toji felt hard and swollen inside. Having a well-ready, well-prepared cock that was itching for sexual relief, both of you wanted it. So, letting spongy walls stretch in rough accommodation for it; swelling around the girth of the thick slab of cock as he pushed down, sinking an inch, then two, then three, then… inside in a steady rhythm.

“Atta girl…” Aching. He didn't move fast. No hesitation, no waiting, but no real rush, either. But just a firm push that you could catch the first sight of his cock driving down into the tight, slick seal before knocking back, “Look at that.” As Toji pressed further in, a bump—a thick outline bubbled up at your tummy.

Your eyes almost cross. Trying hard to focus on the log settling in the pit of your softest parts — with fail, your head bobbles into sheets, and throat scars with an endless mewl.

Toji took this chance to sink the rest of his cock in. And as he shimmied his hips forward, he got closer, chest hovering over yours almost stroking gently. You take this chance to wrap your arms around his neck as a safe haven. Clawing red trails to sweep the sauntering man who prowled in inches for a kiss – a hot, fast smack of the mouths, far more forceful than earlier; simply locked into a lustful maw as his cock wormed fully in.

Without preamble. Both of you let the moments to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of you pass before sodden hurls could play out… It was a euphoric phenomenon that made the walls of your pussy flutter, a grinding touch and a friction-filled push that made nerve endings crackle like an active wire.

Walls flexing and expanding to the hilt, Toji felt much, much bigger inside of you than he did outside. Optics or not, the firm drop of the hips, your stomach muscles curled and promoted what was throbbing, deeply in you.

“So fucking tight.” So tight, Toji had to buck his hips with a little force. The pressure of your walls kept sliding him right out, but staying firm, he glides back in.

Sparking up a rhythm, catching how mewls turned into needy wants, and knitted brows softening up for more. He draws out his hips, slowly letting his dick flop out, but never unplugging you completely; quick with driving his pink head down to keep you filled. Utterly filled, to the hilt.

“Toji–fuck–yes, please… please, fuck me.”

That's all he needed to hear.

Truly ready now.

Toji’s lusty lips pop off from yours as he powered himself forward. The first few thrusts gutted you, practically molding a new shape in your insides. Drilling into you with slick, manipulation, he expands wet barriers with working hips. Mushing the mounds ‘till they snapped around him and sucked him right up.

“Yeah, this what I needed.” His words worked up of mostly groans as he rocked back and forth—even dragging the bed with him… “This is what I was dreaming for...”

Barreling now, each swing roughened up. And each time he shoved himself into your weeping pussy, the bulge followed along your pelvis.

Locking your ankles around his waist, Toji leans up, needing to bend his knees to reach balls deep. Lifting your butt from the sheets, he holds your lower half in the air. All that muscle working, half your body was in his vice — Well, your damn head was in the clouds too… Torso splayed flat, the view of your lifted bottom half was exotic; all you could see was his cock head jackhammering ‘till he couldn't get any further than your perk cervix.

He held you tightly, the pads of his fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your thighs. Knowing bruises were sure to blossom in the morning… Not only surface level, but each bump trudging through you hit at your sensitive womb.

Hard, fast, and brisk, each motion blending into the next rhythm—a forward swing and a backward pull like a damn pendulum. And he was focused on dragging all inches as he did, filling you out in endless repetitions, sending his cockhead through those clenching depths and right up against your perk cervix.

You didn't think you could breathe now, but as his hands glided to the extent of your legs, spreading them by your ankles. Toji was growling as he brought you further up with him; Holding your hips up, all human instincts replaced by feral needs. Positioning himself tall until he was fucking you like a construction worker drilling out cement, forcing your flimsy, fucked out body to be arranged at a downward angle, chin tucked with knobbly legs kept wide.

The camera was catching it all too! A genius, he thought, placing it right below your jiggling ass to catch all pounding movement… Even catching the flyaways of your sap milking out and slobbing down his length—Hard thigh too! The harder he barreled into you, a thicker shine dribbled between your bodies and blurred up the lens of the phone…

Heavy balls splat down against your ass at each hard plow. Balls deep, deeper than you could imagine—hard to, and your mind ogles and short circuits trying to comprehend this.

Gurgling, your tummy coils again… And this time Toji could feel your walls spasming all the more.

Deep, rolling strokes. Strong hips come in fleshy swings and he forcibly fucks out your high, “Yeah! Fuck baby, cum f’me. Cum all over this dick.” Dream dick to be fair.

That's all you could do, and as your pussy squeezed and clenched, leaking with a glisten, Toji drags your ankles towards your head. Pushing his twisting toes into the sheets, practically flattening his heavy orbs into doughy globes, and jamming all nth inches into you, your sappy cum gushes out all around him.

Electricity coursed along your limbs, waking them up again to wail like a damn fish out the sea and crowd around his chest. Squeezing and pulling taut receptively, and even as you cursed the sensations of bliss through a sloppy tongue, Toji followed.

“You feel so–fucck—!” Through an endless wave of pleasure, he pants.

Sending his cock thundering through your soaked channel. His pace was more pronounced ‘till weak. Mounting you; the tightening of his face, the swelling of his shaft, the throbbing of the balls pressed right against your perk ass, he was ready to explode.

Filling out your elastic folds with almost desperate movements, clearly right on the peak of popping. Toji topples into your mouth and shoves in a few more and final wet claps until he lets out a guttural moan.

“Tojii!—” In sync, you both watch each other, gazing so deeply with mouths agape as his cock hiccups and burps out a fresh load of white cum.

… Did you just fall in love?

Toji wiggles into you, “Take it all.” Carefully observing how you nod, breathless and dazed, he keeps you filled with baby batter—Filling you like a damn pastry!

Your body falls in the wreck as he plants his sweating skin across yours. Heaving heavily, the older, bigger man keeps you close. Keeping you beneath him as his cock pumps, moving like an inching worm through patted soil; and spurting out wads of thick ropes. Gooey warmness seeps in deep, filling up your pussy like a personal pool at each throb he pulsates with.

Though as he seemed to have dumped his whole load, balls now empty and less tightened from the flex of swimming cells. He huddles you close, keeping his dick lodged in you...

"I-wow.." Toji breathes, more of a shakey moan, "That was... you were..." He chuckles.

Swiping the sticking hair out of his face, he observes how you try to also recollect yourself too—a lot more of heavy breathing and gasps come from you... But assured, you pant out a bewildered giggle, "Yeah..."

"Yeah..." He repeats after you, agreeing.

… You feel a buzz on your ass..?

“Damn,” Toji easily lifts you to grab that damn phone he propped up thinking he was some cameraman in the making, “Damn again. Your pussy was leaking so much some got on the camera…” He inspects it, “It'd be hot to see when that happened… but hopefully, not for the majority of this perfect moment...”

You tease, “If then, we could just record another…” And Toji licks at his scar, feeling his cock hardening ‘till it stiffened up rock hard like a mighty pole…

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Today 4:33 AM

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| You're so fucking hot.

| Can't stop thinking of that pretty face moaning.

| When are you free again?

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[stilettomafiosas]

If you don't mind my asking; how did you develop your art style? I've been trying to work on developing my own style but I don't know where to even start. Your style seems so well developed, and I utterly adore it.

;w; its so kind of you to say so!! thank you!! I wish I could offer some insightful or exciting advice haha but I do have a short and a long answer!

the short answer: its the boring yet tried and true tip youll hear from everyone 😭😭 it all comes from a lot of practice over a lot of time!!

i kind of hate hearing that too because it seems dismissive BUT the practice isnt just drawing as much as possible, its also looking at art from other people, paying attention to the colors n shapes n composition around you, and at times just Thinking...

the long answer: style is ... hard to pinpoint! and in some ways, aiming to have your own very distinct style (and that being your main goal) can be restricting. focusing on that can keep you in a box of what's recognizable as Yours and hesitant to experiment or make changes. Ive seen some people who get hung up on making themselves a Brand draw no differently today than they did 10 years ago because they admit making changes or venturing into new subjects/styles "flop".... (and if your livelihood comes from selling art or merchandise and you rely on engagement to pay your bills thats another thing but as a hobby artist myself im talking more about a goal of just getting better at your craft in a way that makes you, personally, happy and satisfied and proud of it vs making what an audience wants to see and feeling rejected in pursuing other creative endeavors)

a lot of style development just progresses naturally over time as you absorb more art around you and train your mind to distinctly pick out what you like about other artwork and why. :] its all about the influence and how you incorporate that into your own work! so many of my artistic choices come from other artists, and the more you draw and the more you study other art, it becomes something thats a unique blend of You, even if not necessarily something immediately and strikingly unique that anyone could recognize as yours, its You cuz of the choices made in it and all the influences you enjoyed enough to pick up.

for me, it was pretty much doing studies + compiling an "inspiration/reference" folder (for doing studies) :3 ive been doing that since I was in elementary school and just drawing on loose leaf college ruled paper... I started out copying drawings in the funny papers we got on sundays, going to the library to get those "history of disney" kinda books that show a lot of cels or concept art, googling looney tunes screenshots to copy... it was So much copy, copy, copy. in my teen years it was shonen jump, i'd trace panels from naruto and one piece and shaman king, i'd freehand it, i'd redraw pages in my own way... and more recently ive kept it up with other interests (opening a catalog of model cars and filling sketchbook pages with car drawings... taking photos of cool scenery or bugs i see and blocking out the composition to figure out Why it looks appealing... going through an invertebrate zoology textbook and drawing creatures to understand their shapes/distinguishing features so i can anthropomorphize them in fun ways)

it might seem contradictory that spending a lot of time copying stuff leads to something thats your own but it does!! so much of art really does come from that internal library you build up, and building it up happens thru all that observation and exercising your hand to match up movements with the images in your head, and gaining experience + refining memory of how certain things are built or shaped or constructed. thats probably the number one tip i'd give to anyone who wants art advice... get a little sketchbook thats JUST for your eyes, and fill it totally up with stuff you copy. youll learn SO much and feel really refreshed for your own original works!

and if you feel discouraged, keep in mind that things tend to look better from an outside perspective! you see my art as having a developed style, and i very much appreciate that comment cuz to me, it's jumbled haha. i can draw the same character in very different ways in the same day... even the way i draw hands varies depending on what set of ocs I'm playing with. each of my stories presents some different artistic choices, and draws from a few different inspirations, so even if all the characters and the ways i draw them are recognizable as my art, they would still look a bit strange if they were all together because I have multiple "styles" ehehe

so in short, rock on with making art thats enjoyable for you and dont let an idealistic goal of a distinct style hinder you from having fun with the process & being proud of what you make. cuz honestly if you hold out waiting for the moment of realization that youve developed a style, you might never have that moment! not for lack of having anything distinct about your art, but just because its natural to be more critical and lost in the details of your own work than an audience would be. you likely already have aspects in your art that are recognizable as yours! consistency is good in some regards (like animation or comics) but dont be hesitant about trying things that are new or drastically different from your usual!

#asks

[moldy-mold]

Hey, long time no update! We’re almost halfway through the year and I’m only just recovering from February. :’)

I got into two car accidents (no one was hurt) back-to-back in February where I was not at fault for either, and sadly, one was a hit-and-run. Due to just… tons of issues with insurance, I am finally getting my car fixed. It was a struggle, but now we can have a happy ending!

We formed a hiking group in the spring when the weather was nice. I won’t lie, it was a really great decision. We’ve been trying to go to a new place each month to see the sights.

So random, but my mom back in FL found a pigeon chilling in the garage, so she picked him up and took care of him. His name is Jorge. Birds are my true love so I am very excited to meet him!

Work is fine and more stable now, compared to 2021 when the struggle was real. I have more freelance work on top of office work that I am kept busy 24-7. It’s been tough trying to draw fanart at home when you’re already drawing at work haha. Last month, I went a little too hard and injured my wrist and had to keep it in a brace for a few weeks. I still have to be careful, even now.

In other news, my roommate of 10 years is finally moving out to discover her life’s calling. It is a bittersweet feeling, kind of like a breakup haha. As a creature of habit, I had resisted the change. It took some time, but I’ve come to accept it. Money is still kind of an issue though (a single person apartment? in this economy?), so I’ve been trying to find a new roommate! With NO LUCK! :)

On a whim, I finally started Xenoblade 3 in April after my 31st birthday. My brother had gifted it to me for xmas, but I didn’t want to open the black hole (or “The Hole” as my friends lovingly call it) until I had drawn all that I wanted to draw for YGO. To be honest, I didn’t end up drawing all my ideas but I hit a road block in my creative drive. Well now I’m in the hole AND I have to find time to draw stuff! I have this dilemma every single day.

My friend and I booked tickets to see our friends in Mexico this October! I haven’t been abroad for 15 years, so I’ll have the pleasure of going to the beautiful city of Monterrey as my first international trip without my parents. I’m so ready…! Let me out…! *rattles the cage*

The Plant Saga

I took this photo a few months ago when the sun was finally coming out and my plants were in bloom again. I was afraid Lorenz (miniature rose) was going to die because he had spider mites… every single year. I managed to fend them off and now he’s doing quite well!

I’m most proud of my handling of MOMO (moth orchid) who is blooming again! I heard it was challenging to get orchids to rebloom, but I honestly didn’t have to do anything?

Other plants include: Zeon (taro) and Gimli (mint) and Shouyo (hens and chicks succulent) with the weird antennae.

The weather in GA has been really temperamental, and it hasn’t been as warm in May as it was last year, so some of my tubers haven’t regrown yet. Guess I’ll take more pictures in the late summer!

#diary

[jenyifer]

Crimes against Nick

I’m hopeful Boston won’t fuck up again. My ex says I just forgive Boston too easily but that’s not true.(I’ll probably do one for Nick on Boston crimes next just to spite her so haha)

So in honor of me rewatching all the BostonNick bits here are some of the worst mental damages Boston has inflicted on Nick in my opinion.

1. The worst one in my opinion is the phone isle confirmation. Name a worse love confession. Boston completely rejecting Nick awful psychic damage.

2. Controversial pick probably but next I’d put the Halloween party. Nick really thought he could talk to Boston again it’d been some time since their breakup (for convenience let’s call it that). But Boston questions why Nick would think he’d have any place in Boston’s life. Then Boston ignores him and goes off with Atom. Nick is so devastated he gives up on Boston coming back. He also seems to have lasting effects of this conversation in episode 9 10 and 11. It haunts him because Nick wonders what he could have done better Boston frames it like that and it effectively slices Nick up into a million pieces.

3. Boston sleeping with Top. Also something I often forget Nick got to hear about MewRay before this. He got the full car convo. So everything is super fucked. Yes the audio does Immense damage on Nick. BUT I don’t have it higher because Nick can still justify being with Boston. He isn’t delulu he knows their relationship wasn’t closed. It just hurts Nick he’s not the one Boston wants. Nick can’t be top. Also the depths Boston will go to get his goal.

4. Boston rejecting Nick’s comfort after Mews bday party. It’s a little thing but Nick could see his lies chasing him and Nick needed comfort as well. But he reached out to Boston and was denied. I feel like to Nick this cemented him back in a reality where he’s just a prop in Bostons life and not a person. (To be fair to Boston he didn’t mean to hurt Nick here He did want Nick at his side it was just he was so hurt upset with himself he couldn’t take nicks love and didn’t know Nick himself was tortured by the nights events)

5. Boston calling Gap disgusting for filming him. Does make Nick feel awful idk whether to put this one on or not. Because Boston does except Nick’s comfort which is good. BUT I THINK THIS SCENE HAUNTED NICK FOR THE REST OF THE SERIES SO MUCH FORESHADOWING. Might write about it might not it was ep6

Honorable mentions: Boston calling Nick his friend at Mews bday party. Nick seeing Boston and random guy at the bar when he’s on a date with Dan.

Questionable mentions: Boston denying taking a photo with nick (he did take a photo). Boston calling Nick his customer(Bostons first ever apology in the show is to Nick here). Boston not answering if Nick could have extra men too at the pool date(Boston dodged this by talking about how he kind of wants to be with just nick).

Non Boston related injuries:

1. Sand revealing the audio. If that was to rank in this list I’d put it above the actual recording of Top and Boston. Nick really loves Sand genuinely. I think this hurt him

2. Top making Nick feel less than during Nick’s stay away from Boston speech.

3. Mew saying Boston couldn’t love anyone and Nick was a victim after BosotnNick Breakup. I think the manipulation tactics would hurt Nick extra hard while he was still in the shock hurt stage of breakup. And once Nick calmed down I bet he regretted what he did.

4. Ray being a dick either time. I don’t think Nick takes what Ray says too seriously. Yes Nick knows Ray is Bostons best friend so from that POV it does hurt but Nick knows Ray was already hurt not because of Nick what Ray said may or may not be true. Nick barely knows him. I doubt either time stuck.

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #only friends nick #ofts nick #only friends Boston #ofts Boston #bostonnick #jenny’s rambling #only friends meta #ofts meta

[somasean]

One Day. - Cove Holden

content: fluff, indirect kissing if you squint, cove being cove

an: I've got cove brainrot and haven't felt this happy to have a character like this since i first watched howl's moving castle. also, this is inspired by my sappy drafts that i let my friend sam read over and then had google randomly pick a number for.

♤♤♤♤

'Ugh, it shouldn't be this hard. You've known other for years now. Just say it already.' Your erased your current message and stared down at your phone screen, harshly illuminating your face in the extremely dim room. The phone's cursor stared just as intensely back at you, waiting for you find a message that would be the perfect balance between a slight forcefulness and playful teasing. You didn't want to scare Cove away.

Not that he'd be scared off by your advances anyway. Sure, he was timid and shy when it came to his true - romantic, or as he called it, "friends but better" - feelings. You've come to enjoy seeing his face light ablaze whenever you would do something as simple as graze your hand down his back or domestic as call him "honey." You'd never dream of making him uncomfortable or rushing him, but boy did you want him to do something other than just holding your hand.

You've known each other for a decade now. A painfully short and blissful 10 years. And in all of those years the most you've done is kiss him when you were 13. The memory crawls its way back to the front of your mind sometimes and you can't help but let out a snicker at his reaction each time.

Man. He truly was the sweetest person you've known throughout your life but he was also the most annoying sometimes.

You chewed on your bottom lip and watched the time on your phone's notification bar tick away. You had to say something soon, otherwise it would become too "socially unacceptable" to send a message. Who even decided that messages needed to be replied to in a set amount of time anyway?

Yet another message was typed out and then quickly deleted. It shouldn't be this hard. Maybe you should just type out what you mean, send it, and then prepare plans to move away to the Appalachian mountains if he reacted too badly? You could learn to live with the cold, it wouldn't be anywhere near as bad as potentially sending one of the few people you really knew away.

You closed your eyes and typed out an approximate of your message, hoping autocorrect wouldn't turn its back against you. You scanned over his previous message a multitude of times - four? maybe five times, keeping track is tough - to ensure you said everything you needed to in one message. Who thought that double texting could be considered a social death sentence?

'Cove 🦈: haha, you put chapstick on so much i swear it's rubbed off onto me. not that i mind though, youve got a lot of good smelling ones

hey, wait!

you should let me borrow one sometime! i'll always carry it on me as well in case you ever forget yours.'

To Cove, this was probably didn't register as anything other than a friendly gesture. You had the half the mind to climb into his room instead, say something along the lines of "if you wanted to kiss that much, you could just ask" and watch him as he sputters trying to recover.

You'd spare the boy the embarrassment.

This time.

"Next time, Holden." One thumb hovered over the send button and the other was latched between your teeth, the nail far too short to bite down on now anyway.

"Fuck it." You don't know what happened first. Your finger finally pressing send or your hand covering your eyes as if you were the unwilling victim of a flash photo.

Was it too late to unsend it? Maybe you could sneak into his room and delete it if he were asleep. You could learn to knit warm sweaters from alpaca wool and scavenge the Appalachian forests if you needed to.

Can you say you lost your phone? Would he even believe that? Maybe say you left it at the beach and-

A quiet chime and quick buzzing brought all of your thoughts to a halt. Your hand flew away from your face and you struggled to input your passcode. There was only one reason your phone would go off this late. Your message stared back at you.

'i swear you are going to kill me that's literally just complicated kissing

it might not be today. it might not be tomorrow. but one day, cove james holden. one day im gonna kiss you and you wont be able to do anything about it >:-('

He had seen it. The double check marks were enough indication of that, yet there wasn't a reply. Your eyes darted around your screen looking for the source of the buzzing before you saw a small email symbol staring back at you, calling the notification bar its home.

You closed your eyes tightly and pulled your blanket to your chest. What else do you need to live in such harsh climates? You could become a local legend, a myth that's used to teach kids to behave and mind their manners. At least you wouldn't be left on read in fairytales.

You almost didn't hear the tapping at your window or the creak of someone inviting themself in. The feeling of someone sitting on the edge of your bed didn't register until their hand reached out towards yours and removed your phone from your grasp.

"Taking a vacation without me?"

Cove's all too familiar laugh filled your room and for a split second yout were going to tell him to keep it down, that you were too busy sulking, before the realization hit you.

Was your message really that bad that he'd come to laugh at you in person? He was going to help you pack your bags for sure. There was no other logical reason why he'd be here.

Maybe it was a stroke of luck that the moon broke through a cloud or maybe Cove just lit up the room that much, but you could make out the faint traces of a blush forming on his fsce. It slowly spread from the bridge of his nose to the tips of his ears.

"Uh." He cleared his thought and gave you a small smile thst signaled that he was trying. "Aha..." One of his hands tangled itself in his overly messy hair and the other crept ever close towards you. He was avoiding your gaze and you couldn't decipher if it was between him finding a way to end all contact with you or if he wanted something else with your sleep deprived mind.

As you were about to say something, anything to break the tension, Cove's hands pulled away from their current mindless task and he balled them into a small fist. To anyone else, this was sure of been terrifying, especially with the suddenly determined look etched onto his features.

Oh the duality of man. The duality of Cove Holden actually.

"I always like how the cherry chaptsticks smell when you use them. I'd like to use one. My lips are," His hands began to flex as if he were playing with a stress ball.

Opening. Stretching out. Closing. Repeat.

Maybe Cove wasn't gonna be the reason you became a local cryptid afterall. "Chapped. And it looks so much more useful when you're the one wearing it so..."

This man was going to be the death of you though.

Your hands found their ways towards Cove in the dim room and you pulled him close. Maybe it was the fact you two were in an actual realtionship that made it much more tense, two adults alone in a dark room, or the chance to finally kiss Cove but you were sure anyone passing by would mistake your heartbeats for a something as loud as plane rutters.

"It's a good thing I'm always stocked up then." You closed the gap between you two and let your hands rest in Cove's disaster of bedhead.

Maybe not today, but one day.

One day, you're going to kiss Cove Holden as much as you want and he'd have no choice but to enjoy your affection.

#our life: beginnings & always #fanfic #cove holden x you #cove holden x reader #fluff #indirect kissing #how do you tag things help #dicky writes #text post #one day

[coralinehecc]

Corals Monthly Update #3

HOHOHO!! FIRST BLOG POST OF 2023 AND I’M NEARLY 2 WEEKS LATE!!! Super sorry about the long wait! I’ve had tests recently and only got off of school like a few days ago haha! So! Welcome back to my monthly update on what I get up to in my life! Now, before we get into January, I, for the final time, have to tap back into the previous month. Curse past me for thinking the 21st was a good day to start doing these!!! ANYHOW! The rest of December and early January were a BLAST! But lemmie talk about what happened after I made the last update. CHRISTMAS!! I had a great time with my family and I got a bunch of fluffy things cuz that’s apparently the easiest thing to get me now. We also had dinner on Christmas day with my Grandparents like every year. Over-all that day was very fun! I even got drunk playing Minecraft which was funny for everyone in VC. The next few days weren’t anything exciting, however my brother Finn had a bunch of his friends over for his birthday which was chaotic. But the excitement picks back up on the 28th! BECAUSE SKYE AND VI CAME OVER FOR NEW YEARS!! We’ve been planning this since like, June, so it was awesome seeing them again! We did all kinds of stuff from shopping to playing some awesome games! (I am now chronically addicted to Ultra Kill thanks guys)

We even did some baking! Here is our glorious creation I dubbed, “The Jimothy”. 

Overall the rest of December was awesome! I’m glad I got to celebrate New Years with my besties! Overall, I’ll give it a 10/10! Best way to end 2022 >:D Here’s a few more misc photos hehehhehe

NOW! FOR JANUARY!! January started off still vibing with the guys. However they would then go home on the 4th which sucks. But before that, both Skye and I spent a lot of money on consoles that are almost as old as ourselves. They bought a fucking PS Vita and I got a motherfucking Wii. We both had fun with em and I even helped Skye homebrew their Vita since I wanted to put PebbleCD on it (I failed but shut uuup) But yea, sadly the guys had to go and it sucked! But I still had a great time. There’s a bit of a gap here right up until the 12th, where finally, the big event happened. CAREY IN THE HOUSE WENT LIVE!! I had finished it a few days prior but figured I’d build up hype by posting it on that Friday. AND IT SURE WORKED! The video blew up faster than any of my videos before it! I am so happy the response has been overwhelmingly positive. I also love how the only main complaint that was common amongst people was that Careys exaggerated accent was annoying which, yea can’t argue against. For anyone wishing for more CITH content, I did a behind the scenes mega thread over on my twitter if you wanna have a deeper look into the production! I’ll even link it here:  https://twitter.com/Carey_Black_/status/1619731723352444928 Now, to move onto why it took me forever to make an update. My mock exams.. BUT BEFORE THAT!! THERE’S ALSO THE FACT THAT MR WULF AND I WERE ABLE TO ARCHIVE THE ORIGINAL EDDSWORLD BANG BOOM SPLAT PROJECT FILE!!

This all started because Wulf wanted to edit the credits for his arcade BBS build since I was helping him out and since I said SWF modding is hard he just casually asked Psycosis and after seeing his WIP cabinet, gave Wulf the FLA! So a current “BBS arcade version” is in the works by yours truly thanks to both the generosity of Psycosis and the fact that Mr Wulf is a fucking mad man who could stop global warming in a month if he wanted to LOL! Here’s Wulfs finished Cabinet btw!:  https://twitter.com/MrWulfOfficial/status/1622295302685315073 But yea, for real. My mock exams were a pain! For those outside of Ireland or have a different name for em, Mock exams are, well, exams that act like a practice run for your finals. They’re always harder than the actual finals and are usually graded stricter too! Why? Who knows! The Irish education system is a joke. I feel like I did somewhat ok in them anyway? Some were definitely worse than others but overall it was more of an inconvenience. I did get this really cool art piece out of it however.

Exams would later spill over into February and like I said at the start, I finished and got off school a few days ago. Overall, this month was about a 7/10. It was pretty good, especially in the Eddsworld department, but mocks and other personal tid bits I didn’t mention here dragged it down for me. Since February seems to be mostly me being off school, I hope this month will be better haha! Only time will tell! Thank you for reading! And I hope to see you next month!! (Hopefully on time too haha!) 

[10dance]

Real 10 Dance 2022 Review!

The remote version of Real 10 Dance this year was streamed on 6/25 at 8pm JST and was available for playback for 72 hours. This was my first time attending the event, so you know I had to go back and take so many screenshots >:). Unfortunately most of them came out pretty blurry, but you can find much higher quality pictures from the Real 10 Dance twitter, Odori Biyori twitter, or Nishio Kouichi’s blogposts (first half | second half). (If you’d like to see, I also posted all of my pictures here on Imgur, some of which will be in this post.)

The stream is long gone now, but they sent a behind the scenes video for audience members who added tips to the staff, dancers, or Inoue. Here is the link (password: dancethanks) if you would like to see parts of their performances. I keep reliving the experience by rewatching this...

The first few sections were a lot of talking which I did not understand, but sailorspazz wrote up a very detailed report for that too :), please go read it for an accurate account of the event. As for me, I’ll skip right to the manga discussion and dance sequences under the cut lol.

Our panel of dance (and manga) experts come into frame and introduce themselves (left to right: Takashima Kiyomi, Motoike Jun, Shimoda Ai, Kajiya Takashi). I liked how Motoike-sensei hid his face behind the catalogue from the 2019 exhibition lol. He was my favorite part of the segment since he was sometimes just flipping through the pages while the others talked about something else haha. 

The first section was the dancers picking out a dance scene they liked from the manga and discussed the characters’ postures as well as the atmosphere of the dances that were portrayed (ex. the waltz from chapter 4, the God of Dance in chapter 25 etc.). The second section was almost entirely them breaking down all the things that make Suzuki’s face great (and praising Inoue’s art in general lol). Motoike-sensei even went as far as recreating a Suzuki panel on the whiteboard, which I imagine was very hard to do. They had to clarify that he definitely doesn’t draw under the Inouesatoh pen name lol. 

(This pictures cracks me up no matter how many times I’ve seen it)

Then comes the main dances! I’ll include 2-3 photos of every number (incl. links to the music) and give short comments for each. (Again, there are way nicer pictures in the links mentioned above but I’m partly writing this for me to recollect my thoughts so bear with me :P)

Masquerade (Khachaturian) - Viennese Waltz (Shimoda Ai, Murano Miri, Seuchi Hideyuki, Masuda Daisuke, Sekine Choma, Takagi Takashi, Motoike Jun, and Nishio Kouichi)

I loved that we got to see a female dance pair!! The way their dresses spun was so pretty, and when the rest of the group joined in, it really felt like a masquerade dance. This piece was very important in the 10 Dance plot, I’m glad that I could see people dancing to it (nothing came up on Youtube when I searched for it lmao).

Butter (BTS) - Cha Cha Cha (Kajiya Takashi and Katsube Kou)

This is probably the first time I listened to Butter in full, and now it’s kind of stuck in my head... The dance was really upbeat, I especially liked the part where they kept spinning, they just kept going..! The pair looked liked they were having a lot of fun lol.

Calmi Cuori Appassionati - Rumba and Samba (Sekine Choma and Takagi Takashi)

This was one of my favorite dances! It told such a dramatic love story and I kept rewatching it (and the BTS version) over and over again. As sailorspazz already mentioned, the shorter dancer (Sekine Choma) got to lead during the dance as well which is a bit uncommon even in same-sex dancing, so that was really cool. I had to add this third hilarious photo in as well, it’s so good that I’ve made a meme using it lmao (more HQ pictures from this dance).

All That Jazz (“Chicago” musical) - Slow Jive (Kamiwaki Yukiko, Saiki Tomoko, Shizumu Ai, Numata Manami, Takashima Kiyomi, and Tsukada Mami)

Ladies’ number B)! I saw the pictures soon after the in-person event was held in April; I quote retweeted it with “Women 👀” and got a like from one of the dancers... That wasn’t relevant, but anyway, I loved watching this dance!

Romeo and Juliet (Nino Rota) - Waltz (Nishio Kouichi and Motoike Jun)

Uh oh, time to bawl my eyes out again... This was obviously going to be my favorite dance of the event; it’s got the drama, the angst, and them wearing tuxedoes just makes the Honor Dance headcanon that much more real, how could I not cry?! Both dancers are similar in body type, so I’m really looking forward to using these pictures as reference for a certain fandom day coming up in a few months 👀...

Up All Night (Charlie Puth) - Rumba (Seuchi Hideyuki and Masuda Daisuke)

This is another song they managed to get stuck in my head lol. It’s such a sweet rumba (compared to the angsty one before) and it really felt like the dance moves and expressions matched the lyrics! The hand hold at the end is adorable too...

It’s Time To Dance (“The Prom” musical)

Allow me to indulge in spamming pictures from this finale, there were simply too many cute moments! I’m pretty sure Nishio-sensei and Motoike-sensei have paired up in past events as well, and they got to strike three different poses in this dance (not including them fixing each other’s collars because AWW THAT’S SO CUTE WTF). All in all, this was a great experience for those who couldn’t attend in-person, I hope they keep doing it every year for us overseas fans as well!

#10dance #10 dance #information #real 10 dance #ballroom dance

[btsmosphere]

tagged by @toikiii 💞

Rules: write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions

Lee Know (SKZ)

V (BTS)

Somin (KARD)

IN (SKZ)

Rosé (Blackpink)

Suga (BTS)

Aisha (Everglow)

J.seph (KARD)

Bang Chan (SKZ)

Jimin (BTS)

1. Between 1&4 who would you rather kiss?

Lee Know!!!!!!!!! I’m down so bad for this man

2. Between 2&7 who would be your best friend?

Probably V, idk if I would pass the vibe check but I would love to spend time with him talking about weird shit or watching movies. he’s so interesting, literally let me hang out with him one time!!

3. Between 5&10 who has the better voice?

FUCK

ROSÉ or JIMIN?????

no, how can you pick this. they are some of the most iconic kpop voices why why whyy did I ever number them like this..

on personal preference............. Jimin? because his voice is very unique and he does have great stylistic control. but this was so damn hard

4. Between 1&8 who is the funniest?

they’re both v funny, but for my sense of humour probably Lee Know. or maybe just because I will laugh at all his jokes anyway because I’m whipped. it doesn’t matter

anyway J.seph is very funny in a silly and sometimes slapstick kind of way, but Lino is more calculated, teasing one liners that I have no clue how he comes up with without blinking. it’s kind of impressive

5. Between 6&9 who would you date?

oooooooooooof

once again, these are both strong contenders and ultimate boyfriend material but I’m gonna pick Yoongi. him and Chan honestly both seem like such considerate partners and have a lot of the same things going for them, Yoongi just has the edge in my heart haha

6. Between 9&10 who would you do a collaboration with?

okay so, if I could sing I would love to duet with Jimin. BUT a) I can’t and b) Chan I feel is a bit more musically interesting to me, he’s been writing his own stuff for a lot longer and I would love to be part of that process. I think our taste probably overlaps a bit more too, as he loves making heavier stuff

7. Between 4&8 who is the better dancer?

Honestly these two aren’t the strongest dancers on my list, which still makes it difficult😅gotta pick J.seph, he’s got a few more years under his belt and carries off his moves with a style that can mask any technique things

8.Between 3&5 who would you most likely marry?

I think Somin, she’s just so cute I want to keep her in my pocket so this arrangement works perfectly

9. Between 1&7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

Lee Know!! he better get better so he can go back to the dance battle with god he apparently has going on. and I’m sure stray kids is in chaos without him. I’ll do my best as a completely untrained doctor!!😤😤

10. Between 2&3 who has the better smile?

how can you do this to me both of them are top tier visuals, when they aren’t smiling they’re just ungodly intimidating levels of hot, but when they smile... insert mushy music

GAHH help no help how do I pick?!? this may be too difficult

(I gave up)

11. Between 6&8 who would you vacation with?

why is this game so hard😭😭honestly my first thought was seph, since he would be a ball of energy and very fun. but Yoongi knows what’s up on a holiday, he has everything prepared for you and he’ll hold your bag while you force him to take photos of you.. can I take both?? that would be the ultimate team

my cop out answer is that it would depend what kind of holiday..

okayy let’s ignore how I got less decisive with every question, and I’ll tag:

#uhhhhhh I realised I started this ages ago when you tagged me #I am only now catching up I'm sorry #tag game #for fun

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In The Shadows

Miraculous Ladybug Fanfic (Lukanette Endgame)

Chapters

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Chapter Two: First Meetings (AO3 Link)

Chapter Snapshot

Luka found himself by a stand of Jagged Stone records, memorabilia, and photos. One thing he was glad of for living this long was being around in the same time period as Jagged's music career. Luka had lived to hear it all—the sounds they now called classical, bluegrass, black metal, psychedelic rock--even shoegaze and sludge. Still, not much hit him as hard as Jagged. He picked up the latest Rock Giant record with a sense of anticipation--he didn't own this one yet. Luka stared at the scratch and sniff sticker in the bottom left. There were some things he'd never get used to as long as he lived, and the constant ingenuity of the human mind was one of them.

"Wooow, c'est ma conception! À New York!" A voice squealed.

Luka turned slightly to his right to find a small bundle of energy that looked about to explode. Dark black hair in two buns on top of her head, big dreamy blue eyes, and pretty lips stretched in a wide smile--she was beautiful, but the way she was standing reminded him of a squirrel that was eyeing a giant nut high in a tree. The comparison made him suppress a laugh and he accidentally caught her attention—apparently, her one-track mind had erased him from existence while looking at the Jagged Stone records. Her face turned pink, and she began to babble in mixed French and English. "Uh, haha, sorry to er, vous interrompre--non, non, interrupt--" She smacked a hand over her face, leaving Luka utterly charmed.

The man in the corner waved almost jovially, like a father who had seen a family friend show up at a backyard barbeque. It did not fit the atmosphere. The rest of the occupants of the bar were hulking men with close-cropped hair, or lean and wiry foxes in ghastly, gaudy get-ups; there were heroic-suited men and women jovially swapping stories and daring young bloods in ripped jean jackets with piercings. Keith Richard’s fingers picked their way through a haunting guitar riff, sounding through the bar from the stereos, the noise settling just beneath all the conversation being shared back and forth by its patrons. Patrons, who for the moment, seemed to be ignoring the quiet, lean, and unassuming man practically hiding in the back. He was in business casual wear befitting an accountant, with slightly ruffled brown hair that was graying at the temples. Only a few non-committal eyes noticed when Luka began to wind through the tables and barstools to meet him in the corner of the bar.

The man across from him licked his lips as if he was nervous while he watched Luka sit. "You're here! Thank goodness. Don't quite fit in here, do I?" he chuckled. The grungy bar tucked in the New York alleyway was not meant for fatherly figures--it was meant for those with powers. People like Luka, whose black jacket and dark suit were accented with bright flashing teal on his back, splayed out in a warning pattern, lyre bumping against his thigh like a gun in a holster as he settled.

Luka leaned back, appraising the man across from him with a tilt of his head. "Not quite." That was all he would offer--the man almost looked disappointed, but he bounced back.

"I have a job, a request. I can pay, of course!"

Luka studied him for a moment longer, the man's fingers tightened reflexively around his glass of bourbon. The shine on the table reflected a warped set of his features as if Luka were looking at the man through a fun house mirror. He seemed harmless enough, with crinkles that appeared in the corners of his eyes when he smiled or grimaced, but there was a slyness in his eyes and something about the set of his jaw that Luka was not fond of.

"What's the job?"

The man made of show of looking relieved, as if he hadn't expected to get this far. "My nephew is coming to town, see, and well--they're rather well off. I um," he coughed slightly and sniffed. "I'm worried that something might happen to him because of--because I have some debts, you understand, and the people I'm indebted to don't, uh, they suggested that they might…"

Luka raised an eyebrow. "Sell your kidneys for cash?"

"Right, yes! Ah, but they found out about my sister-in-law, and I think they might…try something else instead." The neon bud lite sign attached to the wall next to them shined red light on the man's teeth while he spoke as if he had a mouth full of blood.

"And as a self-professed poor man with debt up to his ears, you think you can pay?" Luka watched a drop of sweat bead down from the man's forehead to his neck, disappearing beneath his light blue polo collar. Luka wasn't particularly fond of making other people nervous, but if you didn't act like you could give as good as you got, you were going to get run roughshod.  

"I got the cash," his eyes flicked to the rest of the patrons in the bar as he lowered his voice. "2,500, barely a drop in the bucket of what I owe so there's no point in--well, you get it. Wouldn't need you to fight anybody, just watch over him and make sure no one touches him when he's here for the day. Baby stuff for a guy like you."

Luka pondered that for a moment. There was no way in hell he'd ever have enough money to buy the potential cure for Mullo--he'd given up on that thought as soon as he had it. But he needed information on where he'd be able to find the stuff so he could…liberate some. Quietly. And information like that didn't sell cheap. Besides, something about this man was niggling at the back of Luka’s brain, like he warranted investigation.

The man wiggled uncomfortably in his chair. "I can pay you upfront, just--you gotta help me out, or--I don't want to think about it."

"When's he getting into town?"

He sagged. "Soon. Just a couple of weeks. I'm not sure of the time yet."

The man's desperation was real, although Luka could sense he was not telling him the truth. After a month in the city, he'd started feeling the occasional pinprick of someone watching him. It never lasted for long, but it was definitely there, and it was definitely not welcome. He needed to get out of New York with the cure as soon as he could. "Alright. But I will be taking the payment up front."

The man all but ran out once the dealings were done--they would meet up again on the 20th so Luka could collect the payment and find out when the boy would be arriving in New York, but that was still a few days away. Plenty of time to try and squeeze another job in, if he could find something. Luka stared hard at the forgotten drinking glass his ‘client’ left on the table, the spherical ice cube slowly melting to mix with the scrapings of bourbon left behind, shadowed in red.

"Need a get-rich-quick scheme, yeh?” Amber eyes flashed with inspiration behind a cloudy glass. “Right, here's what I'm thinking--bank heist! You, me, some magic whatsits and a duffel bag. Could take over the bloody world if we wanted to!" A wide smile stretched over a thin face and a pierced brown eyebrow quirked jovially before he frowned. "Just a suggestion s'all, lighten up mate. Wasn't serious…much."

Luka rubbed his eyes. Yeah. He needed to keep himself busy.

The day Marinette walked into Mood Fabrics; she knew she could die a happy woman. Roll her up in a bundle of sweater knit and she'd cheerfully sleep there the rest of her life, and probably haunt the place when she was dead. The whole garment district was like an explosion to the senses. Vast skyscrapers in gray, tan, and stainless steel hid away floors and floors of color and pattern and texture, and as diverse as the selection of fabrics was, so were the hands that pulled them from the shelves or out of barrels on end caps. There were people in all directions, and she was directly in the center but could hardly call herself adrift. Marinette was one of them--a creative in her element, her designer's brain inspecting each roll her eye caught, judging the weight and the stitching and the quality of each ream.

Less gainfully occupied were her friends, who had spent 30 minutes exploring the 3 floors before simply following Marinette as she sniffed out interesting fabric like a crazed bloodhound. At 45 minutes, Alya's hand lovingly clamped on Marinette's shoulder. "I know you could wander this store until closing, but it's 5 pm and we haven't eaten since brunch."

Marinette spun around with blood-red silk in her hands and a guilty look on her face. It was true, she had dragged them all around the block, in and out of stores for-- "Five! Five o’clock?!"

Alya's lips turned up in a smirk, one hand on her hip. "You didn't notice at all, did you?"

"I had no idea! How did that happen?" Marinette pulled her phone out of her purse, checking the time just to triple, quadruple check it really was five o'clock. And it was. Her eyes roved over her friends, a penitent giggle escaping her lips. "I'm sorry guys. I can--I'll just put this back." Although she had thought it would look incredible as the underlining to a long, dramatic coat, something with flair, something a little dangerous but elegant…

"It's alright, Marinette! We didn't get tired," Rose said, attempting very kindly to placate her. The yawn afterward and Juleka and Zoé's nervous glances didn't help sell it.

"How's this--we'll go wait for a table at the fusion place on the corner of 7th and 38th. When you're really ready you can text me what you want, and I'll order it for you." Marinette flushed a bit. Alya was compromising with her like she would her younger twin sisters, but she appreciated it.

“Thanks, guys. I won’t be too long, I promise.”

Rose grabbed her free hand lovingly. “It’s alright! If you walk away with inspiration for your portfolio, it’s all worth it.”

The portfolio project was a hellish one by design already—she’d spent a lot of long hours designing (although most of those had involved throwing discarded sketch paper at her walls). But if she was going to do it, she was going to do it right. The girls began walking to the door, but Alya pulled her aside for a moment. "Listen, I've got a lead on our snake friend," she whispered excitedly.

Marinette’s mouth gaped open. "You did?! Really?! Oh my god, you're amazing!"

Alya preened from the compliment. "Tonight at nine, you and I are going to talk to the owner of that blog, The Americans. I got in contact with her, and it sounds like she's got some deets she hasn't shared with the general public. So, wrap up your fabric frenzy and meet us for dinner so you'll be well-fed before then."

It had only taken Alya 2 days in New York to get a lead on her missing Miraculous. Now she would at least have some news to bring back with her to Paris--her kitty pager had yet to alert her to any issues going on at home, so at this point, she could already consider the trip a win. Marinette quickly finished up her purchases, moving from "Marinette: World Class Designer" in the fabric stores to "Marinette: Black Hole of a Stomach" at the fusion restaurant, followed up hopefully by "Marinette: Ultimate Detective".

At 8:50 Marinette and Alya were both excitedly buzzing, waiting for their ‘lead’ to show up, staring down at the front door from a second-story corner table. Arcade machines beeped and chirped all around them, colorful screens flashing like a siren's call to Marinette's fingers. After a suitable amount of time invested in her Guardian duties, Marinette resolved to celebrate with some light gaming as a celebration of a job well done. A group downstairs whooped and hollered around a Street Fighter II machine.

"I think we found Max's tribe," Alya said, stirring her cherry coke. If there was one regret she had about having her birthday in New York, it was that the drinking age in the States was 21. There would be no first appearances of drunk Marinette (although considering her luck it would probably have ended with her head in a toilet, spewing the colorful cocktails back out of her system). All in all, it was for the best, but she still felt a pinch of disappointment at watching the other patrons of One-Up drinking yummy-looking mixed drinks out of flashing LED bar glasses.

"I think you're right," Marinette laughed. "We should take pictures before we leave. Ooo, they have a picture booth down there--you know the one where you can add funny frames and hearts and stuff?" She loved those things, even if her phone could add the same effects to selfies, it totally wasn't the same.

"Oh, that would be fun! A good way to commemorate a momentous occasion," Alya sing-songed. She tapped Marinette's nose. "The day Marinette finally moves from one boy obsession to the next."

Marinette frowned and crossed her arms over each other on the table. “That’s being a little bit dramatic, don’t you think?” she asked, moodily stabbing at the ice in her drink with her straw. She wasn’t sure why Alya was so insistent on talking about this guy like he was the second coming of Christ for her love life. She'd held a flame for Adrien for so long that it seemed impossible for anyone to cool it, but was there some future out there where she did love someone else? Would they reject her just as kindly, each and every time? God, that was a hellish prospect. Alya and Nino were as serious as ever, Juleka and Rose were already moving in together, Ivan and Mylène were a match made in heaven…was she going to be the only one stuck alone for the rest of her life? Her brain couldn’t help but catastrophize, her heart starting to pound in her ears as fast as the pings of the cloying arcade machine behind her. Alya's big gray-gold eyes flickered in surprise, her hand almost coming to touch her shoulder.

"Hey." Both Alya and Marinette were startled out of the moment, turning instead to the girl who was sliding into a chair across from them. She was short and stout, with thick straight black hair and a nose ring, dressed in a frilly crop top, skinny jeans, and high-top converse. Her maroon-colored lips seemed to always be pulled up in an uneven smirk, giving her a ‘who really gives a shit’ air. "So, you want to know about American Supers," she said as if she were in an infomercial.

Alya blazed through introductions, a journalist in her element, adding afterward a professional, "Of course, I think we should both reiterate in person that anything said here tonight is off the record unless implicitly stated otherwise." That phrase got Marinette buzzing--it always sounded so thrilling in movies. Kind of dangerous (but like, the more harmless dangerous. Not Akuma rampaging through Paris dangerous).

The girl across from them, K'din, nodded sagely. "Agreed, doubly for me. No scoop stealing."

Alya waved a hand. "This is just professional curiosity, nothing more."

K'din lifted her glass and swirled the pink, fruity beverage for a moment. "I doubt it'll stay that way, once we're done. Let's get down to brass tacks." She gulped her beverage, set it down, and then grabbed a black bag with a white stenciled pentagram over the flap from where she'd left it on the ground. K'din started to pull something out before giving a skeptical glance at Marinette. "How much does she know about Supers?" she asked Alya.

Marinette jumped to her own defense. "I know stuff! I know all about Ladybug and Chat Noir." Understatement of the year, that one.

Now that Marinette had said something, K'din seemed more willing to address her. "Right--you know French Superheroes. Not exactly the same thing as getting it, though. No two Supers are the same. Like, Hayali ānibesa, the Mighty Lioness in Ethiopia? She has a totally different source of powers from heroes like Knightowl or Ladybug."

Okay, so maybe she didn't spend a lot of time looking into heroes from other countries. "Oh…right…then I guess I know a little bit?" Marinette amended, pinching her forefinger and thumb together.

"Ladybug is gaining notoriety for sure, but she's not a household name out of France. She's got some limited-edition merchandise, but it's pretty rare comparatively. Since you know her the best, let's start there. Ladybug’s powers are granted magically via an item, but aside from that, we can assume she's just a normal human under the mask. Now we can look at Nightowl, who has killer quad strength but mostly relies on gadgets to help them out in the Superhero biz. Majestia? Totally different beast. She's practically indestructible, and that's just how she was born. So, we kind of have to divide heroes into different categories."

K'din took a purple legal pad out of her bag and a pen from her pocket, writing down her points. "On this side, we have normal humans. On this side, we have mutants. Divide those two in half, and we have normal humans who use magical gear, normal humans who use purely scientific gear…then we might have, say, magic humans. They might use magic or regular tech to enhance their abilities, or not. Get me?"

And here she thought Alya could really go on tangents. Marinette nodded as K'din pushed the piece of paper towards her, picking it up to read the scrawling writing on it.

"A lot of my job comes down to this--figuring out what category a Super falls under and then cataloging their powers, their weaknesses, etcetera. I don't post all of it on account of certain…federal issues," K'din ground out, clearly indicating there was no love lost between her and those 'federal issues'. "But even so, it helps to have all of that categorized before I post anything on my blog so I can write an informed post. If what you're writing isn't informed, your credibility goes to shit, obviously."

Alya gripped her drink excitedly. "You know what kind of Super this guy is?"

K'din deflated at that, slouching back into her chair. "And therein lies the rub. No—what I’ve got amounts to jack shit."

Marinette could tell something clicked with Alya, although at this point she was just along for the ride for this conversation. "So that's why you agreed to this meeting--you're looking for someone to bounce ideas off of. I'd wondered why you were suddenly so willing," Alya said with a smirk. "That blog post was so sparse, you were trying to see if you could catch any leads by posting it, right?"

K'din shrugged unenthusiastically but returned the smirk with one of her own. "Yeah, you caught me. And there was nothing promising, either. I got one potential lead in the sixty or so comments, and they never responded back." Well, there was one of her questions answered. The comment thread Marinette had stared at for hours had apparently amounted to nothing.

Alya pinched her drinking straw between her forefinger and thumb and went into thinking mode. "Alright, so we've got one comment out of sixty saying they hired him for a job, but they never specified what kind of job…we've got one blurry photo of him, but no idea what his powers are? I mean, the picture looked like he was in the air, right?"

"Mmm--right," K'din set down her drink after taking a sip and pulled her bag up to her chest, digging back through it to pull out a purple folder, pulling one piece of paper out. She placed a large glossy photo on the table, the funky lights of the bar dancing over the Snake holder's face. "I was there when my friend took this," she said, her sharp manicured nail tapping the blurry smile. "He can definitely get air, and I doubt he's using Air Jordan's. His suit isn't all that special, no blinking lights or bulky pieces, so I can only assume magic. The lyre is also weird--I mean, I don't think of "Lyre" when I think "Snake", do you?"

Marinette had to bite her lip to not spill the beans on ‘Well, they don't always make sense, take it from me! He's using a Snake Miraculous, and I know because I'm Ladybug’. Yeah, that would go over well. Luckily, she didn't have to wait long for K'din to get to the point.

"Of course, I don’t think "yo-yo" when it comes to a Ladybug, either." She raised an eyebrow at Alya.

"You think he's one of mine?" Alya blinked in surprise before taking a closer look at the pictures.

"I don't want to jump to any conclusions or narrow my view of the situation--but it's a decent theory worth consulting an expert for."

Marinette was starting to feel a bit impatient--whatever other theories K'din had weren't exactly interesting to her when she had it on very good authority that he was a Miraculous holder. "Do you have anything else on him?" she asked, probably with more enthusiasm than what she should have let on for just a vaguely interested bystander.

K'din didn't seem to mind, launching straight into another monologue. "I have other theories and research, of course, but in regard to this? Yes. Based on the Ladyblog," she nodded her head at Alya, "these miraculous items have been here since Egyptian times, likely before then, too. In which case I figured there might be some kind of trace of a previous Snake hero. I found zilch. At least nothing on the internet. So, the idea of trying to trace who had the miraculous from point A to B? Basically useless."

"It's like that for the others," Alya sighed. "I tried, but it's spotty at most. There are hundred-year gaps everywhere I look for the Miraculouses we know about. But if all you've gotten is one blurry picture, it wouldn't surprise me that if it is a Snake holder, they specialize in stealth. Maybe that's where their power lies."

The conversation kept spinning around things they didn't know but Marinette did, and she had to play along to poke the conversation around to what she wanted to hear. "So, where did you see him when you took the picture? Have you been able to track him down since?"

K'din sighed, tapping the table with a long fingernail. "It was taken by Bryant Park. My friend and I were out that night and caught a glimpse of something weird, so we chased it down. He caught them taking the photo though--he threw his freakin' lyre at them like the stupid thing was a boomerang. Totally smashed their phone. They were pissed at me for weeks." She rolled her eyes as if the anger at her hadn't been justified in the slightest. " But no--haven't seen him since."

Alya patted her back when she visibly deflated. Marinette listened half-heartedly while K'din and Alya continued to swap theories and suggestions on if he was a Miraculous holder or not, what his powers might be, and everything in-between. She doubted they would ever get very far. With the Second Chance power, any Snake holder would be able to re-do events to not be seen if that's what they wanted, and no one would ever know the difference. All in all, she was back to square one--running around New York like a chicken with her head cut off.

Rough Trade was one of Luka's favorite record stores. He wanted to be careful when visiting this time because he wasn't sure if the same owner was still around, and he didn't feel like playing the game of "No, I'm not the guy who haunted this place in the 90s, I'm his son" or "No, we've never met before, do I know you?". Back in the '90s, his hair color had been a revolving door, but the new blue he'd settled on recently probably wasn't it--maybe that and time would help his case.

Modern clothes had much more flair than what he'd grown up with. As a boy, he hadn't relished the thought of high society wear, which hadn't mattered much considering he was broke as a bird back then. By the time he'd really learned to leverage all his skills and the sheer amount of time he had, men's fashion was a bit more fun. He had more or less settled on a certain style, dark blue and black hair, black painted nails, hoodies, skinny jeans and converse, a piercing, and the odd tattoo or two to round it off. He hoped the look kept staying around because he wasn't looking forward to changing it up. At the moment, he fit in with today's clientele of Rough Trade, and that pleased him.

The thing about record stores these days was that nothing here was older than he was; the records were like photo albums to him, snapshots in time recorded in song, sold wrapped in thin plastic. Luka pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and underneath the hood of his jacket so he could read the fine print on the back of the David Bowie record he was holding. It was more out of something to do than curiosity--he'd owned Low back in the day and could sing every song on it at a moment's notice if he needed to (not that he ever needed to, nor did the few people who ever heard him sing want an encore).

He’d been in West Berlin at the time. The city in the late 70s had been a mixture of punks, squatters, and foreigners those days, the oppressive air of fear and panic bred an outburst of sound and experimentation. It had been a haven for people like him, just as much as it had been for Bowie. Luka shoved the back on the shelf and meandered around the aisles, just enjoying the moment and listening to the music coming from the speakers (Sade, Smooth Operator from '84) and the chatter around him.

He found himself by a stand of Jagged Stone records, memorabilia, and photos. One thing he was glad of for living this long was being around in the same time period as Jagged's music career. Luka had lived to hear it all—the sounds they now called classical, bluegrass, black metal, psychedelic rock--even shoegaze and sludge. Still, not much hit him as hard as Jagged. He picked up the latest Rock Giant record with a sense of anticipation--he didn't own this one yet. Luka stared at the scratch and sniff sticker in the bottom left. There were some things he'd never get used to as long as he lived, and the constant ingenuity of the human mind was one of them.

"Wooow, c'est ma conception! À New York!" A voice squealed.

Luka turned slightly to his right to find a small bundle of energy that looked about to explode. Dark black hair in two buns on top of her head, big dreamy blue eyes, and pretty lips stretched in a wide smile--she was beautiful, but the way she was standing reminded him of a squirrel that was eyeing a giant nut high in a tree. The comparison made him suppress a laugh and he accidentally caught her attention—apparently, her one-track mind had erased him from existence while looking at the Jagged Stone records. Her face turned pink, and she began to babble in mixed French and English. "Uh, haha, sorry to er, vous interrompre--non, non, interrupt--" She smacked a hand over her face, leaving Luka utterly charmed.

"You're not interrupting," Luka replied in French. He couldn't get the idea of her as a squirrel out of his head, especially when her head snapped up and eyes grew wide out of surprise. In general, he didn't make a habit of flirting. It seemed to lead to dates, or to relationships, and having been down that road, faced with the decision of how to tell them about himself and the bracelet around his wrist wasn't something he wanted to get into again. Luka didn't like lying, anyway. If he was going to be with anyone, he'd want to tell them the truth. Most normal people probably wouldn't stick around if he said, Yeah, I'm over 140 years old and I have a bracelet that gives me the power to turn back time as much as I want to, want to date? Still, the girl was cute, it was a nice day out, and he had a Jagged Stone record in his hand that he hadn't owned before. What could go wrong? "I'm Luka."

"I'm Ma-Ma-Marinette," she stuttered, her hand loosely coming up to wave at him slightly. Luka never went out of his way to look attractive to other people, but it was flattering to know he at least had some effect on a pretty girl.

"Hi Ma-Ma-Marinette," he chuckled. Unfortunately, his flirting was rusty. Marinette turned her gaze from him to the Jagged Stone records, her imaginary squirrel tail twitching in embarrassment. She probably wouldn't be too happy with him comparing her to a squirrel, come to think of it. "You like Jagged Stone?" Luka asked, trying to re-break the ice.

"Oui! Er-yes, sorry. I'm practicing my English. Uh, but I do like Jagged's music! I designed the cover for it," her glance drew down to the record in his hands.

"Woah, really?" That was a tall brag. Not that he didn't believe her, but that would be pretty incredible--not something he expected from someone who looked so young. Not that 140-year-olds in 20-year-old bodies should throw stones in glass houses, but…

"Oui, oui! Look, see?" She flipped the record over in his hands, and he tried to ignore the way his heart stuttered when her fingers touched his. "There!" She pointed down to the fine print on the cover, where he could make out Graphic Designer: Marinette Dupain-Cheng in white lettering. Marinette must have decided this was not enough evidence, because she began to dig through the black and light pink bag she had slung across her body and flipped open her wallet, showing an ID with her face and name on it with a triumphant smile.

"Wow, that's really neat." He was genuinely impressed, and that seemed to please her. "Although you probably shouldn't go showing your ID around to everyone you meet."

"Oh, well, yeah, ah ha ha, I don’t go showing it to everybody of course." Marinette shoved her wallet back in her purse hastily. "I just showed it to you, because--uh…"

Did wanting to see her flustered make him a bad guy? He couldn't help it if it did. He smiled; an eyebrow raised. "Because…?"

Her mouth gaped open and closed, not sure how to follow that up with something that wasn't awkward. Just when he was thinking about giving her an out, Luka's eyes caught something in his peripheral. All the levity he had been experiencing drained out in an instant on seeing the girl with long black hair and dark clothes at an endcap, flipping through records with another girl next to her.

He’d never seen her in person before, but of course she would speak French, like Marinette. Did they maybe come here together? Marinette made a soft, disappointed, "Oh," sound upon following his line of sight. He tried not to stare, looking instead back down at the album in his hands. "Do you know her?" He asked, mouth bone dry.

"My friend, Juleka. …A-and her girlfriend!" Marinette tacked the last part on quickly as if feeling stupid saying it at all. He wasn't sure why--the world had certainly lifted its stigmas enough that romantic relationships like that weren't as taboo as they used to be. Then he felt stupid, realizing the real reason she looked so dejected and awkward.

"Oh, I wasn't--" Luka shook his head. "She looks so much like my sister used to; it threw me off. Sorry."

"Oh!" Marinette let out a deep breath. They both laughed, unexpected relief at salvaging the moment they had been experiencing rolled through. Luka gave himself one more glance at the girl--at Juleka. He probably didn't need to worry. She had no idea who he was, and there was no reason for her to. A part of him wanted her to recognize him, for her to feel like there was some deep blood connection that she couldn't quite shake, but she didn't. Instead, Juleka’s eyes met Marinette's and she smiled briefly before turning back to the girl in pink by her side.

"Well, I probably should get going," Luka said. It had been nice, and he was probably going to fixate on the past 5 minutes or so for a long time. Longer than he should for as innocent as it was. He didn't want to push his luck into getting tangled into something he really shouldn't. Still, he didn't want to forget this, and he didn't want to forget the disappointed look in her eyes that he was going. He bit the inside of his cheek nervously for a moment. "Can you wait here for one second?" He asked her.

She blinked several times before nodding. Luka left her by the stand and went up to the cashier in search of a sharpie.  The girl behind the counter gave him a weird look behind her thick-rimmed black glasses before handing one over, watching him run back to Marinette.

Luka held out the sharpie, prompting her to grab it. He unwrapped the record cover from its cellophane (trying to make sure he didn't rip the price sticker) and then held that out to her too. "Your autograph. Because obviously, you're going places."

Marinette's blush came back full force along with some mixed English and French babble, but she took the record cover and began to sign. She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes before hastily finishing it and handing it and the sharpie back, signature side down. "It was nice to meet you--!" Marinette said quickly, running off without looking back.

He frowned as she fled. How had he managed to fuck that up so fast? Luka didn't flirt because he didn't want to think about the consequences, and also because he was reminded once again that he was very bad at it. He walked back to the cashier, unable to hide the dejected slouch in his stance when he handed the sharpie back over.

"Struck out, huh?" She asked sympathetically, popping her bubble gum between her red lips. He put the record and the cellophane on the counter with a sigh.

"I feel for you man." She scanned the cellophane and read the total for him, grabbing the record so she could put it in a bag. Luka reached in his wallet for a twenty when he realized the cashier's formerly impassive face had a huge grin slapped on it. With a Vanna White game show flourish, she flipped the Rock Giant record around, exposing the signature and several numbers on the other side.

It took Luka a second to realize Marinette had added her phone number beneath her name, and the fact that he hadn't fucked up and that she had just been embarrassed crashed over him like a wave. He turned around to see if he could spot her--not that he knew what he'd do if he did.

"I think today is your lucky day," the girl at the counter said as she took his twenty and handed him the bag with his record.

He couldn't help the wide grin on his face as he accepted his change and new souvenir. "No kidding," he said back, flicking down his sunglasses.

"Invite me to the wedding!" The cashier waved as he walked out.

There would never be a wedding, obviously, and he doubted he would ever have the guts to use the number now emblazoned on his record. Still, it was nice out, he had the new Jagged Stone record in hand, and a cute girl out there might be thinking about him today. Maybe the cashier was right; it really could be shaping up to be his lucky day.

#in the shadows mlb #alternate universe #lukanette #some looooore expansion #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #oc's to flesh out some scenes #Nat's Monster In The Box

[archiveikemen]

Amamiya Henri Main Story — Chapter 10

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Henri and I returned to the dressing room, where everyone was waiting for us.

Kyoichiro: You’re back.

I bowed in response to Kyoichiro and realized that some people were absent.

(Oh? Has Makoto already left?)

(And… Koki doesn’t seem to be here.)

As I looked around the room, I saw Haruto leaning against a chair.

Haruto: Hey, I’m hungry.

Henri: Hahaha! Haruto, didn’t you also say that before the show started?

While Henri was joking around, Koki came in and called out to everyone in the room.

Koki: Let’s go home~

Everyone started getting ready to leave.

In the meantime, I went to Shuji and asked in a whisper.

MC: Hey, Shuji. What about Makoto?

Shuji: He said that he only came to say hello, then he left with Koki.

Shuji: He also said that he’ll come again another time, because he’s rather busy today.

Shuji: I wonder what’s up with that guy.

MC: I see…

(Own The Night is by-invite-only… so why was Makoto here?)

(But there’s something I’m more concerned about.)

I glanced over at Henri, but he was happily chatting with Kyoichiro and Kanade as usual.

== Flashback Start ==

Henri: Any normal person would think that it’s stupid for me to take this seriously.

Henri: No matter how hard I work, I’m never good enough.

Henri: As long as I’m standing on the same stage, I’ll never be the star of the show.

== Flashback End ==

(Why did Henri say that?)

I squeezed my hands together when I recalled how cold his hands felt just now.

In the end, several days had passed without me ever figuring out why Makoto was there, or what Henri's words meant…

That day, I returned to the Sakuragi after my piano classes and was greeted by an unexpected visitor.

Makoto: You’re back from work, MC.

MC: …! Makoto!?

Makoto was in the living room talking to Gaku.

The rhythmic sound of a knife on a chopping board could be heard coming from the kitchen, perhaps Koki was preparing dinner.

Makoto: You’re a piano teacher, right? How was work? Did you have fun?

MC: … Yes.

(I’m sure Makoto isn’t a bad person.)

I was nodding in response to him, but my body naturally stiffened as questions came flying at me one after another.

Makoto: Haha. Relax, I’m not going to eat you.

MC: Sigh…

I didn't know how to react to that, so I gave an ambiguous response and looked at the table Gaku was watching us from…

MC: Ah.

Makoto: MC, you want to look at it too? Here you go~

The table was lined with photos of HOUNDS and SilverVine at live performances.

MC: Awesome…! You all look so cool.

I sat down on the carpet and picked up the photos one at a time to have a closer look.

Makoto: Look at Gaku over here, doesn’t he look shiny?

MC: You’re right… he does look like he’s sparkling!

Gaku: … Are you referring to my sweat?

As I excitedly looked at Makoto’s photos, I realized something.

(I remember that photography and filming was prohibited at the live show.)

Perhaps he knew what I was thinking, Makoto laughed in amusement.

Makoto: I had Koki’s permission to collect information about the live show for journalism purposes.

Makoto: All these photos were taken that day.

MC: Collect information?

Makoto: That’s correct. It's called Own The Night … right.

The moment Makoto told me that while holding out a photo, the door to the living room slid open again…

Henri: I’m home—

Henri: … Um.

Henri had just returned home and was surprised to see Makoto.

Makoto: I’m starting to get used to that look of disapproval Henri has whenever he sees me.

Henri: Don’t be cringey. What are you here for, Makoto?

I hurriedly called out to Henri, who was approaching with a sour expression.

MC: Welcome home, Henri!

Henri: Thanks… oh, are these photos from that day? This is the first time I’m seeing something like this.

Just like I did, Henri crouched down and looked through the photos.

Henri: It’s been a while since I saw the front-view of Kanade and Kyoichiro performing, they're still as amazing as ever.

Henri: Wow, Haruto and the others look so cool too.

Henri was looking through a few photos he picked up, then he offered me two of them with a smile.

Henri: Which photo do you think looks better, MC?

MC: Well, let’s see…

(It’s a little embarrassing to say this in front of him, but…)

I answered while pointing to a photo that wasn't one of those he showed me.

MC: Is that you in the photo, Henri?

Henri: M-Me? Don’t Kanade and Kyoichiro look more handsome?

MC: Sure they looked cool, but you looked cool playing the bass guitar too.

Henri laughed.

Henri: Is that so? Mm… it makes me happy to hear that from you, MC.

Henri: Thanks!

(I’m glad I had the courage to say it.)

After looking at the photos for a while more, Henri looked up at Makoto and asked.

Henri: Kyoichiro told me that you were at Own The Night the other day to collect data.

Henri: What kind of article are you planning to write?

Henri: Own The Night is a secret live show, is it not?

Makoto: Hahaha exposing secrets is what we reporters do. However…

Makoto: No matter how attractive the keyword “secret” may seem, what I have now isn't enough to write an interesting story.

Henri’s gaze sharpened while Makoto grinned.

Makoto: Even though the live show was held in secret, you weren't breaking any regulatory rules, right?

Makoto: I’m not going to write an article on it until it develops into something sensational.

Henri: … What makes a story “sensational”?

Makoto: Um. For example…

Makoto reached for one of the dozens of photos on the table and lightly tapped his finger on one of them.

MC: Oh.

(It's a photo of HOUNDS.)

Makoto: A story about F has potential to be sensational… don’t you think?

Gaku: …

Gaku, who had been silent up till then, shot a glance at Makoto.

Makoto: The government-approved band F was seen performing at the live show, going against Rindou. How exciting.

Makoto: Such an article is sure to draw everyone's attention.

MC: What the heck…

(What will happen to Gaku, Haruto, and the others if such an article is published?)

As I stared at that photo, Makoto moved his finger away.

Makoto: However, Koki allowed me to collect data at the live show on the condition that I will not reveal any of their identities.

Makoto: Therefore, I’ll keep that information to myself and not write anything about it.

Makoto: Besides, there’s something I’m more interested in…

Makoto moved his finger again and this time, he pointed at a photo of SilverVine.

Makoto: This.

Henri: …

Makoto continued to speak while holding our gazes.

Makoto: SilverVine.

Makoto: I’ve interviewed several music liberation bands, but I’ve never seen such a high quality group before.

Makoto: I look forward to finding out things more interesting than F.

The entire room fell silent.

In the middle of that silence, Gaku muttered in a low voice.

Gaku: … You think that SilverVine will cause something similar to “that incident”?

(...!)

When I looked at Gaku in shock, Makoto’s laughter resonated in my ears.

Makoto: Ahaha I can’t say for certain because I’m a mere bystander.

Makoto: Depending on your actions, the world might undergo another big change… I think?

Makoto's words made me gulp.

(I don’t believe that SilverVine’s songs will cause another “that incident”...)

Makoto: But I don’t think that’s enough for me to write an entire article either.

MC: Not enough…?

Makoto nodded in an exaggerated manner before responding.

Makoto: There is one member of SilverVine who isn’t taking this seriously.

Makoto: Even if the band is high quality, as long as the members remain the same, their songs will never be powerful enough to change the world.

MC: A member who isn’t serious…?

Makoto narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze towards Henri.

Makoto: Right, Henri?

Henri: …

There was a quiet tension between them as they stared at each other.

The increasingly tense atmosphere made it feel difficult to breathe.

Henri: What do you mean, Makoto?

Makoto: But of course, although I played music once upon a time, I don’t know much about it. Everything I’ve said is just speculation…

Makoto: Perhaps I could tell because we’re so similar.

Makoto pointed a finger at Henri.

Makoto: You.

Makoto’s icey tone made my heart rate skyrocket.

Makoto: You feel empty, don't you? Over here.

Makoto tapped his chest, the spot where the heart is.

MC: M-Makoto!

When I raised my voice on impulse, Henri quietly stood up.

(Ah…!)

Henri: I’m going to go change my clothes.

MC: Henri…

I tried to stop him, but all he did was mutter something without even looking back.

Henri: Makoto is right.

I stared blankly at his back as he left the living room.

The door slammed shut, and the next moment…

(... I need to chase after him!)

I immediately stood up and left the living room to run after Henri.

MC: Henri, wait!

#ikemen live #ikelive main story #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #henri main story

[yourmoonmomma]

You should show us some of your favorite books, like pick three and show us and tell us about it

It's hard to only pick 3, haha!! But I think the 3 below would be my top 3 (excluding warrior cats). I am currently reading a book not featured in the photos though, and it is VERY good, and may quickly surpass almost all of these books in terms of being my fave 😅

In no specific order, I have Honeybee by Trista Mateer up first. This is a collection of poems detailing a young woman's first queer friendship breakup. If you grew up queer, there's a good chance you'll find relatable poems in here. The nickname Bee also holds significance to my own past relationships, which made this book hit on an extra level. There's one poem in here though that really drove it to my top three! It's a poem where Trista writes from the POV of this ex, calling her out for everything she's said/wrote. I believe the poem is titled "the muse bites back" or something along those lines?? I don't know what it is about that poem but it just really hit the whole "I know I'm blowing this way out of proportion but I can't help it, this is how i feel, but I'm sorry for making it so public" feelings that you get after a breakup.

Second is Songs With Our Eyes Closed! Another poetry book. This is one I found at chapters, shortly after John died. I was looking for a new poetry book, I picked it up, opened it and the first poem I read is the author grieving for his father (I believe) - who's name was John & had the same green eyes. It felt like destiny that I was supposed to have the book, so I bought it! All the poems in it are exceptional, and cover such a wide range of situations and emotions. The handful of poems on his own grief however hit the hardest, and to this day, I still cry while reading them.

Lastly, I picked The Book Thief! I was hesitant to read this when I was younger, because it was assigned in grade 10 English, and I assumed it must be a stupid silly book, if it's an assigned book. And man oh man was I wrong. Markus writes in a very similar way to how I perceive the world, and it always fascinates me when I find an author who can capture that. Even if you know how it will end (and there is extremely heavy foreshadowing through the book, so it's not necessarily supposed to be a surprise), you'll still cry. I've read this book numerous times, and I still find myself sobbing. I do think it's important though, when reading this book & others, to remember the reality to it. It's too easy to write it off as a beautiful piece of fiction, instead of remembering the real and horrific crimes that inspired it!

#abt me #books

[lesless]

Rambles~

Snow was beautiful and refreshing, felt cozy walking around in it yesterday, too. Really glad I had embarked on a mission to update warm weather clothes before I needed them! Today is my first day back at work (from home) in a week, COVID really kicked my ass but today I am feeling much better. I also tossed vapes today & am embarking on re-quitting nicotine. A week ago I confronted the lapse of my good habits & wrote "GAMEPLAN" on a bright pink sticky note on the back of my journal, it said:

Start walking NOW!

Add vitamins

Quit daily coffee after 10/20

Quit nicotine after period

& I did it exactly like that :) I think it is really helpful to have a plan vs a list of things you want to do... Specific dates were picked to make the goal easier, i.e., easier to quit daily coffee on a Saturday when I can sleep in or nap as much as needed. Easier to quit nicotine after my hormones chill tf out when my period ends (which was just a few days ago). Not feeling too bad so far bc I refused to get a new vape when mine started running out of juice 2 weeks ago, then of course I hardly touched it, if I touched it at all, when I was sick. My body will be glad to have my last bad habit out of its system, I'm sure. No more cheat days :( bc those lapse into weeks or months every so often & that is a pain in the ass.

Anyway, still chipping away at replacement items. This month I used my fun funds to buy high content wool leggings & a cotton corset. I really enjoy wearing corsets in winter but my 2 old ones were cheap, polyester, & not fitted correctly. They also weren't the style I have been wanting, a cincher, for historically-inspired getups. The wool tights will round off comfort in long wool skirts and sweaters this winter, a staple I needed to invest in even though it's not fun haha.

Next up on my list is more wool undies, as they have quickly become my favorite, & a leather duffel. I have two picked out but can't choose between them, & I don't really need them until December anyway. Since I get paid once per month I parse out purchases on a monthly basis. Maybe I can ask for wool undies for xmas since my next pay cycle lines up with December, anyway.

I think I have accepted that I do not want to snowboard, so I should probably work on listing/selling my board, boots, and overalls. I am just not a contact sports person. If that goes well I will purchase a 5 pass for yoga, & maybe the duffel. My bf had purchased me a cheap "personal item" -sized bag that I used the hell out of, it's the perfect size! It snapped while on loan to the Swiss guys and while I can & will repair it, I think the proven size in leather will be a good investment. It is the only one I use on trips, free on airlines, & plenty of room for all but deep winter packing.

This week I need to drop off the rent check, carve my pumpkin, post photos (long overdue), fix my car window now that the part arrived, & catch up on work. Feels manageable! Trying to look at my illness as a hard reset on life, now that I have rebooted it is time to knock some shit out. :) Hoping my energy levels stay up today so I can go on another walk.

#me

[longboxd]

2022 comics reading log

In the early days of last year, I was inspired by some twitter mutuals to post my comics reading in the new year and kept it up from Jan 1 2022 till just about the bitter end. Something about it really helped keep me invigorated by the medium even in some pretty bleak times, so I’m going to keep it going this year, but here at Longboxd instead of on twitter, which I’m trying to spend less time at. Before I can do that though, I want to archive the 2022 entries in a spot that’s more permanent/less twitter-iffic, so here we go—pretty much every comic I read in 2022! (As transcribed from here)

Part 4: 60-83 (of 387)  

(I can “only” post 30 images at a time here, so that’ll dictate the length of these catch-up posts)

60) Avengers Forever #2 

61) Avengers Forever #3 - Kangtown, USA

62) Moon Knight #7 - the way Moench writes the multiple personality stuff Is so camp

63) Moon Knight #8 - Frank Giacola on early Bill Sienkiewicz kinda feels like Ken Landgraf, I dig it.

64) The Silver Coin Vol. 1 - “Not since the days of Pat Moriarty’s BIG MOUTH have we seen…” 🤪 This was a fun inversion of the power dynamics of the “art showcase anthology” being driven by the artist-as-auteur rather than the other way around.

65) X-Men #7 - Duggan is really working hard to make a case for Cyclops and I’m starting to feel it just a bit.

66) Human Target #4 - What I was initially buying for the art has served me up a lot of nice JLI moments.

67) Grrrl Scouts Stone Ghost # 3 - probably the funniest thing I've seen in a while is some poor soul complaining that Mahfood's art doesn't look as good as it did in the Clerks Special.

68) She Hulk #1 - I would like more big 2 comics to realize that "some random person shows up" is not a good cliffhanger.

69) Monkey Prince #1 - haha, okay now THAT is a cliffhanger!

70) Super Sentai Himitsu Sentai Gorenger - I wish I could make comics this pure, brainless, and good.

71) Aposimz vol 7 - More oddly compelling, elliptical, atmospheric, sketchy wasteland and tunnel comics broken up by biopunk tokusatu battles 

72) Aposimz vol 8 - Interesting thing in this & the last volume is how the art has actually gotten more solid, maybe for speed, w/Nihei finding a new balance between his normal style and the super airy drawings of the first few volumes. (personally I like it better when it's less solid but 🤷🏽‍♂️)

73) Batman and Robin and Howard - A very fun, breezy bedtime read with my son. (He quickly asked about the existence of a follow up book as we finished, so hopefully there’s more) A large part of the book’s charm is the positive examples of social communication between kids that don’t immediately get along.

74) 2000AD Prog 387 (1984) - I got a short stack of newsprint 2000ADs. Look at this beautiful shit. I know “the best Kev O’Neill is his b/w work” but anytime he breaks out the dyes and markers I am so on board.

Inside cover, love the newspaper photo style on the Tharg illo. Cool Cam Kennedy and Ortiz pages.  Wagner/Grant and Ron Smith (who does lovely work here) truly doing the work to make sure people know that the Judges are the bad guys.

75) The X-Cellent #1 - Not exactly sure how I felt about this but it’s got enough of that old juice that I thought about picking up the next one (but didn't).

76) The Thing #4

77) One-Star Squadron #3 - Giffen & DeMatteis’ How To Get Ahead In Advertising wasn’t on my bingo card but here we are.

78) Dead Dog's Bite #1 - Stylish, but this kinda felt like if they’d roped Adrian Tomine into one of the waves of Vertigo comebacks that didn’t work.

79) Future State: Gotham #10

80) The Jam: Super Cool Color Injected Turbo Adventure From Hell #2 - A thin POD book of *mostly* new BEM, I'll take it however. Forever missing his ink on paper era, but I guess that's long gone—& “A Secret Bowman” looks about as good as anything he's done since going digital.(prints a little dark) The extra material is variable but fun enough.

81) X-Men #8 - MODOK makes sense as an X-Men foil. I like the soapy stuff with Synch.

82) Venom #5 - The way Venom is now Elric...

83) Marauders #21

To be continued! Read Part 1 here

#inklogging #longboxd #2022 comics reading list #comics reading list #comic books #bincrawling

[ysapawithfeelings]

Life Lately

I know it's been a minute, and I do apologize to my readers (feelingera?) if I haven't been able to post anything for months. Life just keeps happening and unraveling, and there are unnerving moments when I literally have to pause and take some deep breaths, always fearing I won't be able to keep up with the endless changes, countless chores, and spiraling conflicts. Impostor syndrome, and all. You get my drift.

I'm so thankful for finding some time today, a little respite if you will, and I found myself easily logging into my blog, like it's the most natural thing in the world to do right now. I'm also glad this safe space resembles that of a low-maintenance friend, who I don't always have to meet or talk to, but when we finally do get together, it's so painless and effortless to just pick up where we left off, and happily realize that nothing has changed between us. I love friends who are like that. Don't you?

Anyway, enough with the lengthy intro. I guess I'll just dive right into what transpired during my birth month and do this in reverse. August.

My Birthday

I spent my birthday with my family and my dearest loved ones, of course. Because the pandemic still very much exists, I haven't been really able to have a proper celebration with my friends yet. Somehow, the get-togethers keep getting postponed, but with the cases on the rise again, it's still better to be safe than sorry. If you look at the photos, you can see I'm holding a truffle chocolate ice cream cake which I got from my uncle Danny Buenafe. It's delectable and flavorsome—two appropriate adjectives in describing the bulk of my adulthood these past few months. Sharing this anecdote from my birthday post last August 18th:

God makes all things new. 🙌🏼 I know this to be true because despite getting a year older, my heart feels young, fresh, and full. God has taken the aspects of my life where I’ve been crushed and broken—and created something new and beautiful out of them. ✨ I’m just happy and grateful I am where I am at this stage in my life. And although I’m still very much a work in progress, I think I’ve finally reached the point where I completely and genuinely love myself not only for everything I am, but also for everything I’m not. Sabi nga sa Gone Girl, the rest is just background noise. (Sheesh, what a reference.) Here’s to 26! Plus 10. 👵🏽 Nasa Bingo pa rin naman. Haha! Cheers! 🍷

Health and Wellness

Now, this one's a big and beautiful news. Because the annual physical exam (APE) is free and mandatory for any Accenture employee during their birth month, I grabbed the opportunity right away. The results were the complete opposite of the results I got back in 2020 right before the pandemic began. Everything's spectacularly normal; it's surreal! I never knew it was possible to reverse them.

After having been diagnosed with polycystic ovaries for almost a decade, I'm more than ecstatic to report I have normal ovaries now. My blood sugar results came back normal too! Months ago, I stopped taking hormonal pills, and now I no longer have to take Metformin, which was prescribed to me since 2014 to control my pre-diabetes. Suffice it to say, I passed my medical exams—maybe not with flying colors—but hey, nobody's allowed to rain on my parade. Not even me.

Honestly, I have never wanted to pass a test more since the UPCAT, so I just want to take this moment and share my joy with the world. The road has not been easy to get to where I am today.

And can I just say: ang bait ni Lord sa’kin. Binalato Niya na ‘to kahit na kumakain pa rin akong doughnuts at lumalaklak ng milktea. Our God is truly a God who heals and who answers the most fervent of our prayers. I may not deserve it, but I am embracing it nonetheless. Most people think we don’t deserve good things, but we do. So okay, fine, I’m taking it back. I am so done invalidating myself and my accomplishments. I deserve this. I worked hard for this. I’ve been through hell and back for this. And now, I’m reaping the fruits of my labor and His promises.

Thankful evermore, I am. La vita è dolce! 🍭

Stuck In A Plateau, But That's Okay

These days, I seldom find time to exercise. Heck, sometimes I go on two to three weeks without any movement. It really depends on the workload I have or commitments I need to address immediately. I also blame myself; there are moments that my laziness gets the best of me and I just willingly let it. No reservation and no regret.

The even worse part is, I eat a lot too. Hahaha! It's so gratifying and so satisfying to eat all the good food I know I deserve and work hard for. So add no movement + eating excessively, and you have weight plateau as your sum. That's what I'm in right now. To be honest, it makes me sad and disappointed about myself.

See, when I fall into that blackhole of not moving and non-stop eating, it's insanely difficult to find that momentum or that precious piece of self-discipline to start moving again. When you used to be morbidly obese like I was, getting back on track is twice as hard. The perpetual fear and pressure of not gaining weight are your worst enemies. When those two combine, you just want to curl up in bed like a frightened infant, and all the negative self-talk would subsequently come like an avalanche. With mental anguish present, it's highly likely that you would end up not moving at all.

I try my best to fight it back. Getting stuck on weight plateau could be depressing, but I've been reading about it lately, and I think I can get out of this rut sooner or later. Hey, to be fair, I've been through way worse.

I'm a work in progress like I always say, and I'm the only one standing between me and my ideal weight. I'll get there. Somehow, someday. For now, I need to cut myself some slack and also look back on how far I've come. Come to think of it, this weight plateau could even be a strong, solid source of motivation in itself.

Work, Work, Work

These snapshots from La Union have absolutely no relevance to what I’m about to share next. I just find them so serene—kind of like how one feels when everything’s finally falling into place. Or a rare moment when the things that matter the most seem to be going right. I say “rare” because life is full of peaks and valleys almost always all the time, but once in a while, an extraordinary moment in time showcases every little thing to be just where they should rightfully be.

Two months ago, I was nominated for S&PP’s Recognition Awards for the One Accenture category. It’s the biggest surprise of my 2022 so far. Totally did not see that coming! I didn’t win—someone from Europe or some other continent did—but it felt so amazing to be somehow recognized for the efforts I put in, the efforts which I seldom really think of as enough or even substantial. Someone actually saw and appreciated them enough to nominate me for something like that.

I hate surprises; I do. But once in a while, I embrace and thank the pleasant ones that stride my way, especially when I doubt I deserve them to begin with. Some quote on the internet said, “You deserve it all: the career, the love, the friends, the peace. Stop trying to convince yourself that you don’t.”

And also:

So there you have it. Yep, life's been good lately. Hope yours has been too. <3

#birthday #celebration #milestones #health #wellness #work #lifelately #weightplateau #life

[petrareads]

Favourite Booklr Photos Tag!

Thanks for the tag !! @princessofbookaholics I’ve seen quite a few people do this and I think it’s a super cute idea

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[lxngbottom]

2:00AM | N.L.

in which neville & the reader have an interesting text conversation at 2 in the morning. (AU with phones!)

warnings: nsfw, smut, sexting, swearing, pet names

i made this gif btw!!!

bold & in italics = neville / bold = you

(PART 2)

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you sighed as you flipped over in your bed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. you couldn’t seem to sleep, as every position was uncomfortable, and the air in your dorm was simply too warm. you heard your dorm mates fast asleep, small snores escaping with every breath they took. you couldn’t deny that you were jealous of them, as you would do anything to go to sleep right now.

you picked up your phone that sat on your bedside table, and typed in the password quickly. you figured if you wouldn’t sleep, you could at least preoccupy your mind by scrolling aimlessly on social media.

as you scrolled through instagram, pausing on hermione’s spam post to see her huge rant about some random girl she had disliked, (of course it was lavendar brown, but of course she would never state that publicly on social media) a familiar name popped up as a snapchat notification.

neville longbottom🪴

you opened snapchat up, and opened his snap to find a simple picture of his face, but the camera only showed his nose and up. there was no caption, just a random snap. you simply ignored it, thinking he simply just sent it to the wrong person.

but, your eyebrows furrowed when something else popped up:

neville longbottom🪴 is typing...

you opened the chat, staring blankly at the screen as you waited. you and neville were by no means close, but he had helped you out a few times with herbology. you couldn’t deny how sweet he was, and you were shocked to find out that girls weren’t crawling all over him. you and him had texted before, the conversation even slipping into sensual territory, but you barely even spoke to each other in person.

why’d you leave me on opened? ):

you rolled your eyes as you automatically began to respond,

thought you sent it to the wrong person lmaoo

neville longbottom🪴 is typing...

no... i just wanted to see how you were lol

you furrowed your eyebrows at the text, but shrugged as you came to the conclusion that he could most likely fill your boredom for the time being.

oh. well, i’m fine ig haha

that’s good, why aren’t you asleep tho? it’s 2

idk... i should be asking you the same thing mr longbottom (:

mr?

mhm... mr.

you smirked to yourself. you actually quite enjoyed the last time you flirted with him, so why not try again?

wow okay

i like that

ofc you do

you seem like the type who would (;

only from pretty girls like you i suppose...

you think i’m pretty???

duh

you’re like the hottest person in hogwarts

lmaoooo stop

not true

it is true!! if you don’t believe me, ask around

idk how you don’t have a bf yet honestly

you don’t even wanna know how often i think ab you

you stopped for a moment to reread the message, just to make sure your eyes weren’t seeing things the wrong way. but, you decided to play along and be bold.

well... in what way do you think ab me mr. longbottom?

in a lot of ways, doll...

tell me

why should i? you should be sleeping. it’s past your bedtime ms. y/l/n

you giggled and bit your lip as you began to type again,

i can make some sacrifices

but seriously

tell me all the ways you think ab me.

there was a pause in the conversation before he began typing again. and it seemed as if he kept erasing his messages, and retyping them again.

well... for starters i think ab touching you

how pretty you are...

how good you would look underneath me (;

your breath hitched a bit from the text, but you couldn’t deny the fluttery feeling in your gut.

i also think ab that hair of yours

how good it would look wrapped around my fingers

you felt your panties dampen as he kept on sending texts, saying all the ways that he thinks about you.

one time you wore this shirt

and holy fuck

your tits looked so good in it

the things i would fucking do to you y/n

you glanced around your dorm for a moment, double checking if your dorm mates were really sleeping. and, it seemed so. so, you closed the privacy curtains on your four poster bed, and took your pants off with a quickness.

what do you want to do to me, nev?

i wanna fuck you until you can’t walk anymore that’s what i wanna do

i’m hard rn just thinking about it

i have an idea (;

that’s when you slipped off your shirt, and took a quick photo of your breasts, nipples covered with your arm, and sent it to him. he seemed like someone you could trust. he never gave you a rhyme or reason not to trust him.

holy fuck.

you’re so pretty

thank you mr. longbottom, i could say the same ab you (;

yeah

but only one problem

you’re being a fucking tease

covering your nipples and shit

like a fucking slut.

that’s when you ran your hand down to your now dampened panties, and began to tease yourself lightly by rubbing small circles on your clit.

a slut???

yeah

a pretty slut at that

you don’t even know what i would do to be with you rn

i would have so much fun with you princess

then why don’t you?

he paused once more, and little did you know, he instantly unplugged his phone, and slipped his shoes on.

i know you’re touching yourself

so stop rn.

but why? ):

be at the greenhouse in 10 fucking minutes.

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