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roseykat · 5 months
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TITLE: Table Manners and Bible Studies
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PAIRING: Jeongin x reader
SUMMARY: Jeongin, a churchgoer who is also a very sexual person, likes to immerse both you and himself in the realm of sensory play, among other things as well.
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.
TAGS: themes of BDSM centred around sensory play, soft dom Jeongin, explicit language, use of ice cubes, body-safe hot candle wax, a feather, blindfold, safe and consensual play, nipple stimulated orgasm, mentions of religion (no specific religion is being mentioned here but the concept is that Jeongin is religious for the purposes of this work).
MASTERLIST
He goes to church. That’s all you know about one of the guys in your class who always dresses well, dons cute glasses and seems well put together. He’s an intriguing one among the masses of students that attend and even with the volume of people, he still stood out to you even if he was quiet.
However, it was never in your interest to approach a guy like him. He and his four friends, all from the same church, seemed relatively lovely and all kept to themselves. From your perspective, it appeared as if two of the girls really liked him. If they did, you don’t blame them. Whoever he was seemed to be sweet.
“Still eyeing him up?” Your friend Minho pokes you in the ribs with his finger, lulling you out of your thoughts.
“I’m not eyeing him up,” you snap defensively, averting your stare away from his group to refocus on your lunch with him.
“Just say he’s hot,” he encourages. “If I’m willing to admit it, then you should.”
“You think he’s hot?” 
“And you don’t?” He questions back, almost offended that you didn’t assume otherwise. 
“I suppose that means something coming from a whore such as yourself,” you remember with a sigh. 
Minho nods in agreement with your statement, “and as a whore, I’m telling you he’s hot. So why not go for him?” 
“That’s not who I want though,” you say to him.
A cackle nearly breaks out from his mouth, “that’s right. So how is the hunt for one of those dom boyfriends going anyway? Isn’t that the type you’re looking for?”
“He doesn’t have to be, but it would help significantly,” you answer truthfully. “I just think that would be the best way to get my foot in the door for getting into BDSM.”
“I seriously don’t know where you got that idea from, but you don’t need to go searching for a boyfriend who’s into BDSM to get into it,” Minho truthfully informs you. “There are sites and apps where you can connect to doms and go from there. But if you do, don’t just jump at the first dom that you see. Always do background checks.”
You sometimes forget that Minho himself is in the BDSM scene. He has been for a while and for as long as you’ve known him, you’ve always been interested in what he does. From his stories, they sound exciting and riveting; exactly the kind of thing you want to try out to make your sexual life a little more lively. 
“I know that,” you whine. “If not that, then I don’t really know where to begin.” 
“Well, we all start somewhere,” he says with a hint of optimism. “Since you’re interested still, there’s a BDSM convention at the end of this week. If you want to get your foot in the door with it, I reckon you should go.”
“A convention?” You ask with intruigue. “What do they host there?”
“They’re there to promote safe BDSM to people and have a variety of pop up stores on site that sell anything related to it,” he answers. “I’m supposed to be going but, I’ve got something else on at the same time. In fact you can have my concession.”
“Are you sure?” You ask.
“Yeah, it’s already printed off,” he says. “I’ll give it to you on Thursday.”
It was a good idea at first, but come the day of the event, your nerves were shot. It was your first time being surrounded by anything like this. Particularly by yourself. It was a bit stereotypical to assume that the convention was run something along the lines of seeing naked people tied up, some in cages, or live scenes taking place in front of crowds. 
That wasn’t the case at all. It was almost like a niche grocery store where the locals gather to buy homegrown fruit and veggies. Some part of that concept helped calm a few nerves.
Once you receive your concession band, you start around the front area of the pop-up stores. People were lining up to see demonstrations of shibari methods and most were interested in buying a series of items for the bedroom. 
They were all displayed like sea creatures at a fish market, waiting to be bought. From cattail butt plugs, clover nipple clamps, juicy erotica novels - one of which you picked up - lengths of different coloured ropes, wooden floggers, riding crops, and so much more. 
Away from all the chaos at the stalls was an area called BDSMC; BDSM and coffee. It was a way to set people up with potential doms and or subs. Each individual looking for a buddy would order a coffee or drink with a green cup that had either letter on it; D for dom or S for sub. Red cups were exclusively 'do not approach' because the person either didn’t want to engage or they may already have a partner and are just there for some good coffee. 
It was an awesome set-up and had you thinking about heading over to maybe find someone who would be interested. However, you stored away that thought as you continued to have a look around. 
One thing that was painfully obvious to you was the fact that people weren’t there by themselves. They were either there with a group or their partner, making you feel even more out of place and slightly overwhelmed. But you weren’t going to tap out early. Minho gave you his ticket not only because he couldn’t attend, but also because he wants you to experience what you’re looking for, for yourself.
So you scour out the stores under the guise of your own interest, coming across a few which struck that interest. There was one store tailored specifically to pain play, a heavy aspect of BDSM. Another stall had all to do with sexual health, consent and BDSM - not necessarily selling anything, but just there to answer any questions that people may have. 
One place had caught you attention, a store all to do with sensory play and deprivation - a term in which you’ve came across within the realm of research into BDSM.
In nicely orgasnised lines were individual packets of silk blindfolds in a variety of different colours. There were boxes of body safe candles, most likely for temperature play, noise cancelling headphones, sleek metal handcuffs, and other items that had you wondering how they work. 
“Hello, anything I can help you with or just browsing today?” One of the shop owners approaches you from behind the table. 
“Oh, just browsing thank you,” you reply back to her.
“No worries, let me know if you need anything,” she smiles back at you and walks down to the other end of the long table. 
“Hello, do you have any of these in black?” A person beside you asks to another store keeper. 
Out of sheer interest, you briefly look up at the person just as an unspoken social acknowledgement while the owner tends to their new customer. But to your absolute shock and surprise, the person enquiring happened to be someone very familiar.
The jet black hair, distinct glasses, the trendy casual outfit...
…there was no way.
“We should do. I’ll have a look around in some of our storage containers just behind the back for you,” she says helpfully. 
“Thank you,” the customer responds. 
It was definitely him, and whilst your eyes had been glued to his presence for such a long time, his gaze catches onto it. 
“Hey,” he spoke in a mousey volume.
You stall in your step a bit just as you were about to walk away to remain unknown, but the angelic purity in the tone of his voice lulled you back. You’d feel bad if you didn’t greet him too. 
“Hey,” you say to him awkwardly. “How are you?”
“I’m good thank you, yourself?” He asks back. 
“Yeah, good thanks. I know you, sort of. Aren’t you in my class?” 
It was a useless question to ask considering you’ve spent too many times looking at him to know that it’s definitely him. That distinct soft expression couldn’t pass you by. The only thing different is that he wasn't swarmed by his usual collective of friends.
A small smile spreads on his face, “yeah. I’ve seen you here and there. You usually sit close to the front.” 
“That’s right,” you nod, bewildered that he knows who you are and where you sit during class. “So…what brings you…here of all places?”
Jeongin shrugs with a smile, “interest. You?”
You nod, “also interest.”
The lady pops back from behind the screen with some items, “you might be out of luck. We’ve only got grey and white left but there’s a couples' one for you and your partner here.”
Your mind stutters upon hearing those words come out of the lady’s mouth, “oh he’s not - we’re not-“
“What about any more of these? Preferably in black as well?” Jeongin picks up a baby pink coloured blindfold and presents it to the woman. He seemed to have saved that awkward statement yet wasn’t entirely effected by it as you were.
“I’ll have a look around the back again and see if we’ve got anything,” she says, quickly rushing off.
“Sorry about that,” he says apologetically to her. 
He was as nice as he looked. Almost like a gentle, placid puppy which makes you wonder, how is someone like him at one of these conventions. Specifically, someone who is quite religious. You didn’t want to judge right away, but that was the preface of your observation.
“I take it you’ve never been to one of these before,” he points out as he waits. 
Your shoulders relax defeatedly, someone had finally ripped down your facade, “can you tell?”
“Just a little bit,” he grins. “But props to you for coming here on your own by the looks of it.”
“A friend of mine recommended I go so I thought I should,” you respond, eyeing up some of the other products.
He nods engagingly, “really? Why did they recommend it to you if you don’t mind me asking?” 
“Just…looking to get into BDSM,” you reply honestly, feeling comfortable enough to talk to him about this. Plus there was no point in hiding your intentions given where you are now. “He said I should go to one of these events, check out the stores, and see how some of this stuff works I suppose.” 
The lady returns from the back with exactly what he requested while also picking up a few extra things before paying for the lot. Your attention fixates on those items, wondering who he uses them on; a pyrex glass dildo, one tube of strawberries and cream flavoured lube, and also a ball gag
Whoever his partner is must be lucky. 
The shopkeeper bags all of the items he paid for in a discrete bag before he thanks her.
“That's a good step, but if you’re a beginner, it’d be best for you to start out small,” he advises just an idea suddenly strikes him. He wonders for a second about whether or not it’s appropriate to ask, but he considers your circumstances and why you’re even here. 
“I figured that. No point in me diving right into the deep end when I can’t swim yet,” you agree. 
“You know, because we’re both here, we should get together sometime so we can talk about these kinds of things. I could show you how all of these work too if you want,” he pitches his suggestion to you, holding up the bag of things that he just purchased. 
You stare up at him, utterly bewildered, “wait, are you serious?”
“Only if you are, otherwise-“
“No!” You cut him off. “I mean, yes - yes I am serious. It’s just, I was shocked that you even asked me.”
He stifles a chuckle as a reaction to you being so oddly yet unforceably cute, “alright then. I’ll give you my number. I’m Jeongin by the way.”
“Jeongin, okay. I’m Y/N.”
It was nice to finally put a name to a handsome face. Jeongin, who was as unsuspecting as the come, had exchanged numbers with you before you both departed. He left you wondering so much more about his personality and particularly his interests with BDSM. It even made you forget to text Minho to tell him how well the convention went.
Right before you decided that you were going to ring him, a text came through to you from Jeongin. 
To you from Jeongin: ‘Hey Y/N, it’s Jeongin. It was nice meeting you the other day. I was wondering if you wanted to catch up over coffee to talk and get to know each other more. If so, when are you free?’
You to Jeongin: ‘Hey Jeongin, it was nice meeting you as well. I’m free in the afternoons throughout the week. We could go for coffee on campus after class if it’s not too far?’
Jeongin to You: ‘Nope, that’s perfect. Shall we say Monday straight after? We can head there together.’
You to Jeongin: ‘Sounds good to me. See you then.’
Jeongin to You: ‘Yup! :)’
With those responses from him in mind, it made looking forward to Monday a little more palatable. Usually, it’s hectic with quizzes, tonnes of readings, and a boring two hour lecture. Meeting up with Jeongin meant you had something to look forward to after class. 
Just as the lecture comes to an end, you look back to the middle row of seats in the centre section of the room as you pack up your things and see Jeongin waving out to you. You wave back, acknowledging that you’ve seen him and watch him say bye to his friends before he makes his way down to you. A couple of them seemed rather puzzled that he was leaving them, but nonetheless, they let him be. 
“Hey Y/N,” he says to you, walking down the steps. “What did you think of that?”
“Boring as per,” you groan. “It made me want to sleep.”
Jeongin laughed, “shall we go before you fall asleep then?”
The pair of you exited the theatre together and headed to one of the nearby cafes on campus. Normally teeming with hungry students, the venue wasn’t as packed as it usually is from the help of classes that run through into lunch. It meant that you and Jeongin were able to receive your drinks relatively quickly in order to sit down and start talking.
“How was your weekend?” He asks you.
You finish bringing your drink down from your lips, “not as exciting as I wished it had been. Mainly just catching up on some of the online work that we were meant to do.”
Jeongin is shaking his head but silently agreeing with you, “I don’t know why they bother giving us tasks to do online.”
“I suppose to make us suffer even more,” you guess. 
“I think you might be right, and since it’s worth credit, we have no choice,” he snickers. “But anyway, on a completely different note, what did you think of your first BDSM event?” 
“Not as daunting as I was expecting it to be,” you answer honestly. “It was pretty pleasant, to say the least, and the people I met were really nice.”
“That’s good to know,” Jeongin nods. “Usually I hear of beginners who get too overwhelmed and never come back. It’s a shame really because they only see the tip of the iceberg.”
“Do you normally attend those events?” You ask him, still immensely intrigued that he even went in the first place. 
“Only when I can,” he responds. “Most of the time, classes and other stuff get in the way, but I’ve found a balance now. What made you want to get into BDSM anyway?”
“A friend of mine is well into that space and I always hear him talking about it. Since then it’s always interested me, so I started doing some research about it,” you answer. “It was the same person who told me to go to that event.”
“Smart choice for doing your research, not many people do and just head straight into something they don’t know,” Jeongin mentally applauds you. “It can turn out to be a really good or really terrible experience for beginners.”
“Yeah, he warned me about that,” you chuckle, just thinking of Minho and what he’s said to you in the past. “What about you? How did you get into BDSM? Sounds like you’re already in that space.”
“I am. I’ve been in it for four years, since the start of my degree,” Jeongin confirms adjusting his black glasses. “I got into it just by interest as well - similar to you, except, I didn’t have the pleasure of knowing someone who was already part of this space so some things I had to learn the hard way.” 
“Then I take it that you’re relatively experienced then,” you respond, inferring an assumption already.
Jeongin smiles shyly, almost like he’s somewhat embarrassed by your comment, “you could say that. Is it right to assume that you’re looking for someone to do scenes with?”
You give a nod, “yes. Just…didn’t know who with.”
“That fits then; given that I have some experience and you haven’t yet, then maybe we do a trial, see if we click, those sorts of aspects. What do you think about that?” He asks you. 
An excitement thumps against your chest, “I think that’s a good idea.”
“Yeah?” He replies with optimism. “Then if it’s okay with you, do you maybe want to talk about some of your kinks and things that you don’t like and organise a time and place for our first scene?” 
“I’d love to.” 
Both you and Jeongin brought a lot of ideas to the table, conducting a healthy discussion about what you’re both into and not. Although he openly stated to you that he mainly presents himself as a dom, he was open to switching too. However, for the purpose of getting you into the swing of BDSM, it would be best for him to take the reins.
So with a little more talking, you both came up with a set date and time for the first scene which was to be at Jeongin’s place; not too far from campus. All the information and the logistics leading up to the scene were slightly nerve-wracking but didn’t match your level of excitement. 
Considering your inexperience with BDSM, Jeongin had to factor in what would be the best method of easing you into things. Sensory play was the one thing that came to mind. It’s not too extreme, can involve some restraints, and can act as a good stepping stone for a BDSM beginner. 
“It’s a good way to start off,” Jeongin said to you back at the cafe. “If it’s just sensory play only, people don’t usually climax from it. But if there’s some sort of sexual penetration that’s involved, then most likely. I don’t do the latter.”
“Still sounds like fun,” you replied.
“It is. I can deprive you of one or more of your senses which will only enhance the other.”
His way of describing the basics of sensory play could’ve easily put you to sleep – not because it was boring, but because his voice was so silky smooth that you could listen to it all day. The fact that he has so much knowledge about a subject was strangely erotic.
With your mind cleared in preparation for the scene, Jeongin flicks you a text an hour beforehand to see if you are still keen. He definitely knows that you are, but it’s also to cover his end as a dom to ensure that you know that you can pull out of the scene before it starts. 
To You from Jeongin: Hey Y/N, still on for tonight? 
From you to Jeongin: ‘Hey! Absolutely, I’ll text you when I’m at yours?’
To You from Jeongin: ‘I’ll look forward to it.’
Even if you didn’t want to go through with it tonight, Jeongin would be okay with that. For whatever reason why you would say no, he’s happy that you would feel safe to refuse. But never in your wildest dreams would you ever think of refusing, because as soon as it was time to leave, there was no doubt in your mind that you would turn back.
You had showered and packed a bag with a towel, extra clothes in case, a water bottle, and some snacks. If anyone were to come up to you and look into your duffle, their only thought would be that you’re heading to a gym nearby, not heading to your first BDSM scene. It was a nice little secret to have. 
As you arrive on the street of Jeongin’s apartment, you text him to say that you’re nearly there and knock on the door once you’ve officially made it.
“Hey,” he greets with his smiley usual self. “Come in.”
“Hey,” you respond, looking around as you step in. 
It was rather spacious which is usually not generous with student accommodation. Normally it’s one room cramped with a desk, chair, inadequate storage underneath the single bed and a community bathroom down the hall. By the looks of it, Jeongin had all this space to himself including a small bathroom and mini kitchenette area. 
“Wow, you got lucky with student housing around here.”
“Can’t stress the word ‘lucky’ enough,” Jeongin emphasises, closing the door behind you as you take your shoes off. “Took me about four months last year just to apply for a viewing. But after living in shared accommodation on campus, I needed my own space.”
“Fair enough,” you say. “Some student spaces are lucky enough to have wallpaper. But anyway.”
“Would you like something to eat or drink?” He offers. “I bought food earlier on.”
“No it’s okay thank you, I made sure to have some water and food before the scene,” you politely refuse. 
“Okay, good,” Jeongin nods, impressed even. Those who forget to eat before a scene will often find that their energy depletes faster, rendering them unable to continue or even worse, it could go hand in hand with a sub drop. “Then in that case, shall we get started?”
Your stomach flips excitedly, “sounds good to me.”
Jeongin does the honours of leading you to his bedroom. It’s adorned with a minimalistic aesthetic and beautiful muted tones. There’s a decent queen-sized bed centred back against the wall. Laid on top of its surface is a black cardboard box and a set of black restraints right beside it in contrast with the white fitted duvet. Flickering on the bedside table burned a red candle.
From what you could gather, it was most likely for wax play, but it smelt amazing. Almost a woody with a tinge of floral essence to it that filled his room.
“We can start the scene by taking your clothes off and I’ll get these restraints ready, okay?” Jeongin suggests to you. 
“Okay.” 
He steps over towards the mattress, picking up the long restraints. Only two – one for each of your wrists that he was going to link to the bedposts. He secures the ends of them in place while you strip yourself down to your bra and underwear. You fold them over your arms as Jeongin returns to carefully take them from you and places them on his chair in the corner of the room. 
He comes back once he’s done, eyeing up your body. It’s not that he meant to gawk or observe you per se, but he was in fact silently appreciating your body. He could only just hide the fact that he’s very taken with how you look and the way you pull off a simple black bra and underwear set. 
It wasn’t lingerie, but they were intricated pieces. Jeongin seems to be aware of that when you feel him delicately glide his fingertips down the straps of your bra from behind while you stare into his mirror on the wall. 
“This is is pretty,” he says. 
You swallow quietly, content with his observation, “yeah?” 
“Yes, but unfortunately I need it off for this scene. Is that okay with you?” He asks. 
“That’s okay,” you reply clearly.
“Okay then, what’s your colour?”
“Green.” 
With your given consent in mind, Jeongin works behind your back to unclasp your bra and places it with the rest of your clothes. It’s not an awkward moment for either of you given that it was nothing in comparison to the things he had planned for you. 
“Beautiful,” he comments, his eyes lingering for a few seconds too long in the mirror. Your cheeks instantly become hotter, hoping Jeongin can just hurry up and put the blindfold over your eyes so you don’t have to look at him. “Let’s move to the bed. I’ll get you to lie down so I can put the restraints on your wrists.” 
On his instruction, you make your way over to his bed after he moves the black box to the nightstand. You sit down on the mattress edge and prop your legs up until you’re able to lie down flat with your head on his pillow.
Jeongin slightly manoeuvres each of your arms before strapping your wrists into the restraints and for a couple of seconds there, you’re in your own mind. It still baffles you that you struck gold with Jeongin by absolute chance. Not to mention he’s the same person who attends church and goes to bible studies and is the same person who’s tying you to his bed. 
“Not too tight?” He checks in with you. 
“Nope, that’s fine,” you reply. 
Jeongin takes the lid off of the box on the side and takes out the silk black blindfold he purchased from the convention the other day, “okay, I’m going to place the blindfold over your eyes now.”
You nod as total darkness shields you from the predictable. Now you can’t see what’s coming next. The excitement and anticipation hinder all nervousness you’ve been feeling while Jeongin takes a moment to appreciate the state that you’re in. It’s not often for him to be so taken with a person to the point where he just about forgets what he’s doing.
Only then does he realise that he’s in a scene and needs to refocus. 
Once he’s content with everything, he decides to move on, “now we can start.” 
He goes back to the box, careful not to make too much sound so that you can’t grasp a hint of what might be inside. The first item he picks up is a long, spindly black feather. It’s simple yet very effective, responsible for creating that ticklish sensation when he dances it lightly and softly along your skin. On its first contact, your nerves try to anticipate where Jeongin will take the feather next, but their guesses come up short when he uses it somewhere else. 
The feather glides from the base of your throat, downwards and in between your tits. Jeongin then uses it to delicately lick over your nipple, making you keen slightly to one side. You can’t help but suppress a moan by biting down on your lip. It shouldn’t feel this good too early, but you can’t help your body’s natural reaction to the feather that leaves tingles in your muscles throughout its wake. 
The smile on Jeongin’s face indicates that he’s enjoying watching you squirm and quietly whimper, still teasing you with the black plume. He drags it from the tips of your toes, up your shin, and right over your clothed pussy, making you press your head back into the pillow. 
Jeongin makes a mental note of that reaction and smirks. To him, those small effects of what he’s doing to your body with only a feather, make him wonder how sensitive you really are. But it’s not his whole desire to spend too much time with it and proceeds to move on to something else; the hot wax. 
After placing the previous item in the box, Jeongin swaps it for the candle. The catcher has collected a substantial amount of wax at the bottom which will allow him to pour the majority of it out before it starts to solidify. But Jeongin stalls for a moment as he tries to make up his mind on where to pour first. 
In his opinion, he wants to cover all the sensitive parts that you’ll let him. Your tits, collarbone, throat, tummy, wherever. Eventually, however, he knows he’ll get to those places. So he starts with your tummy, watching the hot wax drip and dribble onto your skin, hardening as it makes contact. 
A gasp is forced out of your mouth, “s-shit-“
“Too hot?” Jeongin asks you, pulling back the candle before he goes to pour again. 
“N-No,” you shake your head fervently. “J-Just wasn’t expecting-"
Jeongin pours a steady line of wax in between your tits, prying your mouth open for slightly quiet yet strained moans to roll from the base of your throat.
He expects you to have some sort of reaction to the hot wax, but not like this. Usually, people try to escape from the head, some swear like sailors, and others might scream or yelp. You on the other hand…it makes him wonder if you’re a masochist with the way you’re moaning from the slight pain. 
Nonetheless, he drips more wax, this time down your abdomen, forcing you to purse your lips to suppress any sound.
Despite the temperature of the thick content, your brain, for whatever reason, deduces it as a good sensation rather than a bad one. It does burn a bit, but not to the point where you feel like you need to call for a break. That feeling when it settles into the skin where it’s magnificent and warm is too good to pass up, allowing you to keep going.
With the session barely in full swing, you’re trying to keep it together for Jeongin so that hopefully he’d invite you back for another. Yet, within the second you even start thinking about that, Jeongin pours some of the wax, just about the line of your underwear, making you tug hard on the restraints. 
“Fuck – oh my god,” you groan, feeling the heat emulsify within your lower half. It spreads beautifully, just where you want it. “That feels…” 
“Good?” Jeongin asks, making your back arch slightly when he drips more wax from your sternum to just above your belly button. There are some areas that he won’t cover with the wax since he wants enough sensitive space for the next part of the scene. 
“Y-Yes.” 
Since Jeongin has some verbal confirmation from you that the heat feels good, his indication of pinning you for being a masochist grows stronger. It’s not abnormal, but it’s rare. Not everyone is a fan of pain and some even find it confusing when it’s applied in the bedroom.
That’s not Jeongin though. He appreciates pain and pleasure in a controlled environment. In saying that, he cannot make a full observation of whether or not you’re a full-blown masochist. He’d need to actually ask you first and run other ‘tests’ to achieve a result. 
In light of the pain, Jeongin makes use of the little wax he has left, steadily pouring it onto the underside of your tits – close to where you want it. When there’s no content left at the bottom of the catcher, he moves on once more. This time, to a completely opposite temperature. 
He sets the candle back down on the nightstand, leaving it to continue burning so that the aroma fills the room rather than smoke if he were to blow it out. You then hear his footsteps shuffling around to the other side of the bed, making you wonder what it is that he’s doing. But despite tuning your ears into his every movement, Jeongin makes sure to be as careful as he can to ensure that you don’t know what’s coming next. 
The one thing that you hadn’t noticed in his room the second you walked in was a mini tin bucket of ice cubes on the other side of his bed. He gave away zero hints towards his next move, so when he quietly picked up one of the cubes and immediately placed it just above your tits, you suck in a huge gasp. 
“Geez, I wasn’t ready,” you sigh out some of the anticipation that’s building inside of you. 
Jeongin smiles, “good.” 
The areas of your body that are free from the hardened wax allow him to glide the ice cube gently over your skin. The temperature in comparison to the wax is electrifying, more so than what you ever would have anticipated – had you known it was coming. 
Jeongin watches the ice cubes melt from your body heat, seeing the droplets of water pool for a second and run down your sides. When the first cube has melted down completely, Jeongin picks up another. This time, he drags it slowly above the band of your underwear again. 
“Mm! Fuck…” you exclaim loudly, trying to conduct the sensation when it only just builds. “S-Sorry.” 
“You’re okay,” Jeongin reassures you. 
He then brings the ice cube up to one of your nipples, causing you to arch your back and tug on the restraints simultaneously as a sharp gasp leaves your mouth. The corners of Jeongin’s mouth perk up at your reaction. He doesn’t want to be too predictable and switch to your other nipple. Instead, he manages to pick up another ice cube and uses it on your other nipple, dancing it around your sensitive buds that have begun to stiffen and perk up.
Your poor brain is confused by the stimulation. It’s not happening between your legs but you can feel it from your chest. It feels weird not to be contracting around anything, which only makes you wish you were. Nonetheless, it’s still valid stimulation that you feel building and at first, you’re not sure if it’s an orgasm that’s forming or if it just feels good. 
Regardless of the matter, you can’t help it. It’s patterning the pleasure for you to experience without you having any say in it whatsoever. Your mind is muddled with what to say – how to express how you feel or what’s happening to your body. 
Jeongin has some idea of it now that he’s been listening to you panting and watching you writhe on his bed just from a couple of ice cubes. However, he wants to see how this plays out. 
“J-Jeongin,” you mumble, sucking in small breaths of air. “I’m…”
His ears spring up at the sound of his name, but he refrains from saying anything at all. Instead, he picks up another ice cube, allowing the one in his left hand to melt away before applying the fresh one. The chilly sensation replenishes but it doesn’t stop that sensation that you can feel in your tits all the way through to your pussy. Even though it feels similar to an orgasm, it triggers zero verbal response when it decides to hit you out of nowhere. 
Jeongin sees your mouth part, your legs bracketing together like they’re trying to find something to clamp around. All the while, he doesn’t stop stimulating your nipples with the cubes until your back is flat on his bed again. He had to see it through to the end. 
Breathless and slightly dazed as you were, the first thing that came to mind was that you did in fact cum. Following that came anxiously wondering what Jeongin’s reaction was.
At that, an invisible weight of embarrassment starts tugging you down. You wanted the blindfold to remain over your eyes, terrified of meeting whatever expression was laden on Jeongin’s face. There was no point in trying to gauge how he reacted when you orgasmed, but there was one thing for sure and that was he didn’t stop you from doing it. 
A few lingering moments later, Jeongin becomes satisfied with the tail end of the scene. He got through the aspects of sensory play that you both wanted to cover from the conversation you had at the beginning of the week.
He gently removes the silk blindfold from your eyes, fixing some of your hair in the process to get it out of your eyes. Even though your eyes shy away from his face, Jeongin can easily see the deep red burning through your cheeks. 
“I’ll get these off for you,” Jeongin murmurs, already freeing one of your wrists from the restraint before moving on to the other.
Once you’re completely unrestricted, you sit up straight away and start blabbing out an explanation to him. 
“Just so you know, I didn’t have other intentions going into this,” you speak quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting to…to-“
Slightly taken aback, Jeongin had to step in to reassure you that there’s nothing wrong, “Y/N, it’s okay, seriously. It’s not your fault that your body couldn’t help but do what it needed to. But you’ve just come out of a scene and I want to make sure that you’re ok-“
“Yes but, you said the other day that people don’t usually climax from sensory play only,” you interrupt him. 
He softens a bit, a small grin forming on his face, “I said ‘usually’ not ‘never’. I didn’t rule out that possibility.” 
You suddenly click onto his words, “so there is a possibility that they still can.” 
“Yes, but you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about or sorry for. Some people can orgasm through nipple stimulation. It’s not always easy, but you managed to do it, with ice too, and relatively fast. Plus, I thought it was cute,” he responds. 
‘Cute?’ If melting from embarrassment was a thing, you’d be a puddle all over his floor. Your face comes to fall into your hands, almost making him giggle. 
Jeongin then continues, “now, if you’ll let me help you, I’ll show you to the shower to get some of the wax off. Then we can have some of that food I was talking about earlier.” 
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A/N: again, this was meant for Kinktober but my dumb ass didn’t upload it. I’m turning this into a bit of a slow burn series, but not just yet because I’m working on other things atm as listed down below:
1. Noxious Compulsions
Minsung x reader (you can find the snippet here)
2. Foul Play
Part 2 to Don’t bite the hand that feeds you
3. Venom Eater
Part 2 to Venom Biter
4. Some things are better left known
Part 2 to ‘Some things are better left unknown’
These are the main pieces that I’m working on at the moment bc they will be quite dense, and I try to add as much detail in as I can. However, there are 100% other things that I have still sitting in my Doc’s folder that I’ll release too!
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2023 MONSTER FUCKTOBER October 10th
❀ Weretiger Zoro x F!Reader ❀
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❀ N.SFW ❀ 6.3k Words ❀ ❀ Monster Boyfriend AU ❀ ❀ 2023 MONSTER FUCKTOBER Masterlist
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❀ Author's Note: For a simping blog that is based on my love of Zoro, you think I would have more Zoro content by now, lol.
Either way, I love cranky and not understanding why he is jealous Zo. He's adorable that way. I also may be combining two different long stories I have in the works for this story (An untitled Weretiger Zoro slow burn still in the works and Requiring Assistance that I swear I will finish someday) to make Weretiger Boss Office AU. It was fun, so I hope you all enjoy.
Elevator sex, I think so!
PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING
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❀ You took a position as the only human in a company of werecreatures under Zoro, falling for his good looks and rather brutish charm but keeping it to yourself. One day when a coworker from another department comes to assist you on a project, Zoro starts to see red, not realizing he holds just as much passion toward you as you do to him.
❀ CW: pissy huffy cat that Zoro canonically is, sex in an elevator, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, Zoro and Reader are competent dumbasses (according to my editor @standfucker)
❀ Listen to the Playlist: ❀ Spotify ❀ YouTube ❀
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Oh, you would not be so bold, Zoro thought to himself, eying your skirt that seemed shorter than usual from across the room as you handed out the papers for the meeting.
You had already been driving him nuts the last few months: small hints of your thigh every so often when you’d cross your legs and knew he could see, the way you would wear your hair that somehow always showed off your neck, so inviting and begging for his teeth, the faintest of perfumes that enhanced your already alluring natural scent. Your ass… not that you brought that much attention to it, Zoro just really liked it. Everything about your existence was just reminding him of what he wanted; what he desired.
You had been working as Zoro’s personal assistant for some time, somehow being the only human in a building full of werecreatures. He himself was a weretiger, having founded the company with a few other heads of different wereclans and beasts to offer protection to their people in the modern world. While you were aware of this information about your boss and coworkers, the facts never seemed to bother you.
With your knowledge of those around you, you always were careful of what smells there were on your person, never wearing strong perfumes. Despite this Zoro could not erase your smell from his mind. You were an incredible asset to the company, the most qualified at your job and saving his ass more times than he could count. But that did not stop the way he looked at you, the way he felt, the longing in his heart and loins. Interoffice romances were not frowned upon, but he was your direct superior, and you were…
Human.
It made Zoro disgusted with himself to think of things that way; there was nothing wrong with you being human in the least. He had human lovers in the past, but eventually they all left him, citing his animalistic nature, calling him barbaric, or just not being able to handle him at all. The man wondered if it may have been more his personality and not his actual weretigerness, but he was still self-conscious of the idea. If he did pursue you, would you eventually leave him for the same reasons?
You always treated him with respect, kindness, and professionalism, and was the one who told him all the time that he was a stubborn ass. So, frankly, you were already aware of his flaws, it would be nothing new to you. Just how would he move from you working under him to you just being under him?
Zoro was completely useless during the meeting. In his defense, it was a Friday afternoon, and he had mentally checked out of work on Wednesday. It was you that subtly kept him on task and made it look like he was paying attention to what was even going on. Afterwards, you had notes prepared for him to review as you gently scolded him for not being more attentive.
“Honestly, Zoro. A monkey could do your job.”
“I mean, Luffy was in the same meeting.”
You gave him a slight glare, “You know that is not what I meant, Sir.”
Despite your annoyance, your boss met you with a smirk, resting his cheek on his hand as he slouched in his chair and put all of his weight on his elbow. You rolled your eyes and placed paperwork in front of him on his desk, “I understand that it’s Friday, but you still have to do your job. I may be your assistant, but that just means I assist. I can’t do your job for you.”
Zoro let out an annoyed huff, looking at the paperwork with a disgruntled face. Since you were the only one in the office and he had no meetings scheduled for the rest of the afternoon, he allowed some of his glamor to drop, tail flicking behind his chair in annoyance as his ears lay flat, displeased. He made the look often when it came to doing his work, and most of the time it was very hard to keep your stoic demeanor; his expression was the cat with salad meme spot on, and it was so hard to take him seriously like that. Clearing your throat, you hid your smile behind your hand politely.
“The sooner you get these done, the sooner you can go home for the weekend.” It felt like you always had to placate him, speaking as an adult to a small child. Or, in reality, an exasperated owner talking to their house cat.
Mumbling and grumbling, Zoro leaned forward and started to read through the papers, getting out his pen and signing or making marks where needed. You smiled softly, knowing full well that he would get his work done, albeit slowly. He made his phone calls, worked through the papers, and barely complained. As a reward, you brewed his favorite tea, pouring it into his favorite cup, and placed it by him on his desk with some onigiri you made in the kitchenette of the break room.
As his assistant, it was your job to make sure he had what he needed for work, and you took it above and beyond by attending to his needs during work hours; sometimes off the clock as well. Did he call you often to pick him up from the bar when he couldn’t find his car? Yes, because he would usually be three blocks away at another bar by the time you got there. Zoro could do many things, but knowing his left and right or up verses north was not one of them (it was why you a tracking device made into one of the three earrings he wore).
Did you also deal with his laundry, schedule his weekends, and actually live in the apartment next to his? Yes, yes you did. You were his assistant, and it was your job. At least, that was what you told yourself, moving back to your desk just outside of his office and watching him through the glass as a gentle smile graced his lips while he was on the phone, holding the tea just under his nose. His good eye was closed, enjoying the scent of the tea that gave him just enough serenity from his work that you knew you would get a rather sweet ‘thank you’ when you would go collect the dishes from him later.
You sighed at the thought, knowing the real reason you went out of your way: you were a simp. A simp for your idiot boss and his idiot good looks.
Zoro was a rough man, which you had found was not completely unusual among the many wereclans you worked with, but Zoro was the gruffiest of the gruff. Many of the others would applaud you for putting up with his sour attitude, but you knew him in a way no one else did, his more caring and sensitive side. In his own way, of course. You often wondered if you thought that because you did view him through rose tinted glasses, but he never forgot your birthday, he knew the names of your family members when you would speak of them, and he always got you chocolates when it was your time of the month. It wasn’t like he did this only for you, he also did similar things for his friends and closer work associates. Granted, Zoro did not consider many his friends, so that list was still very small.
Stealing one more glance at him before you returned to your work, your heart skipped a beat when you thought you had caught him staring at you, a warmth on your skin as you turned back to your computer. Little did you know, there was a soft blush on his face in return.
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“Hey there, Pup!” Ace, a member of the werewolf clans, had caught you in the hall after a big meeting a few days later while you were taking some reports and papers to another clan. He had always been very friendly with you, possibly even overly friendly. You were also a rather friendly person naturally, so it was probably why he would genuinely be himself around you.
You smiled back to him, shaking your head, “Will you ever stop calling me that?” Ace had always called you “Pup” teasingly, since you were the only human in the whole company.
“Nope,” his freckled nose wrinkled with his grin as he stood close, his tie already loosened as he held his jacket over his shoulder, “that’s your nickname, and it’s not changing.”
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, still smirking as he walked along side you, now slowing your pace since you two were talking, “Did you ever manage to get those files together, by the way? The ones I asked for two days ago?”
“Oh, yeah. I handed them off to Zoro just now, actually,” he motioned over his shoulder behind him as if your boss were standing there, but it was just in the general direction of the higher-ups offices, “Must have just missed you. Took Thatch and I a bit to get it all together, but you should have everything you need.”
Your shoulders drooped a bit, letting out a sigh of relief, “Oh, thank you so much. After our that major server crash, I thought I had lost those altogether. Thank god Whitebeard keeps physical files.”
“Yeah, I never really understood why until now,” Ace yawned, work talk usually made him sleepy. Pretty much everything made him sleepy, and his department always had to have someone sit close to him when he ate, lest he suffocate in his own meal. He looked down at you and tilted his head, “You gonna hafta put all that in by hand or what?”
“Oh, that had not occurred to me,” you blinked a few times, thinking about it as you both approached the elevator, “Shit, I’m going to have to enter all of it back in by hand. Shit shit shit!”
Ace chuckled, pushing the button to go down, “You know, if you asked nicely, I’m sure that I could help.”
“Your help comes at a price,” you held the folders to your chest, biting your lip as the elevator doors opened. Snapping your head up to Ace as you both entered, you kept a serious look in your eyes, “So name it.”
“Dinners. You know the kind.” Ace was not asking you out inappropriately or anything; everyone in the building clamored for your cooking. IOUs in home-cooked meals from you were a prized office currency, and you used it to your advantage at times.
“Three days worth of lunches, at your leisure, and I will also feed you on the days we are working together. BUT—” you pressed the button for your desired floor now that the two of you were in the elevator and the doors were closed, “—you, and I cannot stress this enough, CANNOT stretch the work out for more lunches. We need to get it done as quickly as possible, and I do not want to spend a week transcribing a single page because you chose to type one finger at a time.”
Ace sucked some air between his teeth, contemplating your terms and conditions. He would totally have stretched out the work, but even one day of lunches was more than enough. Sure, it was a lot of papers and files, and you two would most likely have to wrangle in another pair of hands, but it would be worth it for your cooking, even if he had to split it with someone else.
“Deal,” He shook your hand, a verbal contract being all that was needed, “I’m looking forward to it.”
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Zoro seethed at his desk.
It was bad enough that he saw you flirting with that Ace guy in the hall the day before, and the bastard had the audacity to extort you by asking for a date as a form of payment. But then—THEN—he was in your office with you, helping you with your work. You were Zoro’s assistant, and the most capable person in the entire company.
How fucking DARE he!
Zoro’s ears sat flat on his head, his good eye set in a more permanent glare than he usually did, and his tail bristled to the biggest it could be. He was more than aware of the physical annoyance he was portraying, hating it even more than if he were trying to hide it. The weretiger always thought of himself as a restrained man, but in reality he wore his heart on his sleeve, especially when it came to you.
He did not wish to be so dependent on you for most things, but if he were to ask it of you, you would find a way to bring him the moon. Frankly, he was the one who wanted to give you the moon on a silver platter, or a gold one if that were to make you happy. Zoro mostly made his requests because it was just another reason for you to be there beside him, near him. Closing his eye, he could feel the grumbling growl in the back of his throat, huffing as he tried to rip his mind away and back to his computer. Still, his gaze made its way back to watching you and Ace through the glass that separated your offices, the two of you talking and laughing and typing away on replacing some files lost in the system or whatnot. The more Ace opened his mouth in your direction, the more Zoro saw red. His blood was boiling and he was ready to pounce like the tiger he was.
No, that wasn’t it: he was a raging bull, and Ace was the red cape you were dangling in front of him.
His fingers cracked his desk when he saw you pull out a lunch box, handing it off to the werewolf. Zoro could hear nothing over the rush of blood in his ears. Your special homemade lunches were meant for him and him alone. What right did that bastard have to your cooking?
When you came into his office with his lunch, Zoro was not surprised to see your reaction, your brows instantly knitting together before you closed the soundproof door behind you, “Who pissed in your cereal?”
Zoro’s voice held the perpetual growl he could feel vibrating his whole body, “Is that really how you should talk to your boss?”
“Oh, I’m sorry—” you brought his lunch to his desk, untying the cloth and removing the lid as you slid it in front of him, “—who pissed in your cereal, Sir?”
He had not realized how much he was slouching in his chair until he grabbed his utensils from you and sat up properly. His tail was twitching wildly behind him, betraying more of his annoyance, “You’re not funny, ya know.”
“On the contrary,” your tone was flat, “I’m hilarious.”
You stood there in front of him, watching as he picked at his lunch. Zoro usually devoured your cooking, which was why you already had a second on standby. It was pretty obvious that your boss was upset, someone two states away could tell that Zoro was angry. Lots of things set him off usually, but for once you were at a loss, as it had been a quiet day other than Ace assisting you with backing up paperwork.
Sighing, you leaned against Zoro’s desk, looking down at him with genuine concern, “Seriously, though, Zoro. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
He had answered so flatly and quickly, you knew the obvious lie he stated. Rolling your eyes, you huffed, now being more annoyed than you would usually get with him, “Sure, and the moon is actually made of cheese,” you said sarcastically, sounding more like a parent scolding an unruly child, “You want to try that a second time?”
Again, he did not change tone nor demeanor, stating again stubbornly, “Nothing.”
You threw your hands up, walking away to go back to work, as you still had a lot of it to do, “Alright, fine. I’ll come get your dishes later, and hopefully by then you’ll want to talk, but Ace and I have a lot of work to finish still.”
Zoro chuffed loudly, “Why’s the bastard even here, anyway?”
Stopping, you turned slowly, looking to Zoro with an even more confused expression than you had before. Zoro was well aware of the lost files, and why you had to request them from another department which now had to be entered by hand back into the system. Frankly, he had more work on his plate than to worry about something so trivial, but to see him hung up on this was just odd, even for Zoro. As far as you were concerned, Ace and Zoro got along well. What the hell was this all of a sudden?
“I’m sorry,” you shook out your head, trying to put the pieces together when there seemed to be a rather large chunk missing, “Why is the who now where?”
You did not think it was possible for Zoro’s ears to go flatter against his head, looking to you with his good eye as if he could shoot daggers from it, “You know who!” he spat, “Ace!”
Gawking, it took your mouth moving a few times before the words would come out of it, “I told you yesterday that he would be here today helping me transcribe files. It’s too much work for one person, and he—”
“I could have helped.” Zoro huffed, sliding back down in his chair as his tail twitched again.
“No, you couldn’t have. You have your own work to do, but it’s quite obvious you’ve done absolutely nothing today.” You motioned to the large stack of papers on his desk, untouched since you placed them there that morning.
“But I COULD have!”
Zoro had been upset and angry before, but this was the first time you had ever experienced it directed at you. Or at least that was how it seemed. The level of ire was also more than you had seen in a long time, if at all, “You need to calm down.”
“I AM CALM!” he swiped his arm across his desk, knocking everything off it in a huff, including the lunch you made him.
“Roronoa Zoro!” you stomped your foot on the ground, “You’re being a giant child!”
“Am not!”
“I am not going to warrant continuing this argument!” Crossing the room, you went to do your best to pick up the lunch he had scattered across the floor. This may be the top floor of the building, but that’s how you get ants.
You heard Zoro huff, taking a few breaths before he came to stand in front of you, crouching down to help you clean up his mess. He was still pissing you off at the moment, and his expression was still angry, but there was the smallest flutter in your heart that he was trying to correct his behavior in the slightest way.
After the papers were cleaned up and his lunch in the bin, you went to go get his second one, only for him to grab your wrist, “I don’t like you working with Ace.”
Turning to face him, you looked at him oddly, “Okay, but you and Ace are actually friends. Where is this coming from?”
Zoro shook his head, pulling you a little closer, “No. I don’t like you working alone with him.”
Blinking a few times, you looked into your office through the glass to see Ace face down in the lunch box you made him, most likely sleeping. Despite being a werewolf, he was probably one of the least threatening men in the building, so Zoro’s displeasure just seemed so out of place, “Okay—” You glanced one more time at Ace just to make sure he was still breathing before looking back to Zoro, “—then I can get someone else to help me.”
“No.” His voice was more stern, grip tightening on your wrist.
Zoro’s behavior was starting to scare you, “Hey, let go.”
“No.” He pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist, “Y/N, I…”
Your heart was suffocating as his expression softened, his face so close to yours. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, something he had never done before, as he wrapped his other arm around you. Placing your hands on his chest, you tried to push away, but your own feelings overpowered your reason as you pressed your body into his more.
“I don’t,” Zoro swallowed hard, closing his good eye as you saw a bright shade of pink slowly pant across his cheeks, “I don’t want to share you. With anyone…”
“Zoro…” you also tried to get proper air into your lungs, unable to do so.
“You’re mine, Y/N. No one else’s.”
You weren’t completely sure how it happened next, but your hand struck him across the face with your open palm. Zoro let go of you immediately, frozen in place as he could definitely not bring himself to look at you now. Covering your mouth, you were also at a loss of words as you quickly moved as far away from him as possible, rushing out the office and to the elevator.
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It had been a few days, but neither Zoro nor yourself had gone into the office. Which was why it was a surprise to him to come in and find your office empty. His heart sank all the way to the ground floor, staring at your resignation letter on his desk. He couldn’t bring himself to read it, or get rid of it, wanting nothing more than to just rip it up on the spot.
Rubbing his face, Zoro kept playing in his mind where he went wrong. Frankly, it was everything, and he knew it, but there was still apart of him that was trying to figure out the how and the why. What possessed him to be so jealous of Ace? What made him act so possessive of you? Where did he go wrong in thinking that you had wanted him back?
After you had run out of the office, Ace woke up and asked what the heck happened. To save you some face, Zoro had told him you were suddenly not feeling well and had to go home. That night he used the key to your apartment you had given him, but you were not there. You had not been coming home the last few days it seemed, and he was trying to figure out where you had gone. He couldn’t pick up your scent anywhere in the usual areas of the city, and for all he knew, you had completely left town. The empty office beside his was the first and only sign that you had been anywhere close in a while.
At least your resignation letter held the faint scent of you.
The sun was going down when Zoro finally got up from his desk, no work getting done yet again. He had to cross through your office to get to the elevator, a twinge in his heart that he now feared would never go away. His body felt heavy, as if the weight of the empty room was crushing down on him as he then continued down the hall and to the elevator, pushing the button to go down.
“Just put in a request for a new office,” he muttered to himself, feeling as though the elevator was taking it’s sweet-ass time from one floor to the next. Zoro was beginning to feel like he couldn’t breathe the longer he stayed standing there, leaning his arm against the wall as high up as he could. Looking down at the ground as the elevator doors opened, he found his nose overwhelmed with your familiar scent as he looked down at a pair of shoes you had gushed about purchasing over a year ago.
Slowly, his eye panned up your body, seeing you standing there just as surprised to see him as he was you.
“Oh, Zoro! I… I’m sorry. I-I-I was…” you were flustered, holding a box in your hand. It had the same label on it as his favorite tea brand, “Um, here. For you.” Then you held the box out to him.
The green haired man cocked a brow, looking at the box, “What is this?”
“Your favorite tea.”
“I can see that, but what for?” his voice was flat, looking at you with a slight glare. He was completely unaware he had your resignation letter still held in his hand.
You visibly gulped, backing into the elevator; a natural reaction as he had stepped in toward you, “Well, it’s a parting gift.”
Zoro kept advancing until you were against the wall, placing his hand next to your head with the resignation letter clenched in his other as he held it up, “You mean this nonsense? What in the hell is all of this, Y/N? Why are you quitting?”
“Um,” you looked at the letter in his hand, “I take it you did not read my resignation then…” then turned your head away, biting your lip.
With your back pressed against the wall of the elevator, you tried to flatten yourself so much that you would have become one with the mirrored paneling. Zoro did not scare you, far from it. Among other things, you were embarrassed for having slapped him. Beyond embarrassed, your soul was most likely still flying around in the stratosphere. Him questioning you quitting was a genuine surprise, as you felt he would never want to look at you again after your actions.
Growling, Zoro ripped up your unopened letter, throwing it to the floor, “I don’t accept this. Just bring your stuff back to the office.”
“No.”
Astounded, Zoro blinked at you a few times, “No?” it was strange to be on the receiving end, and he wasn’t sure he liked it, “What do you mean ‘No’?”
You shook your head, “Zoro, I just… I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much. Then your whole episode with Ace the other day, and you telling me I am yours?” Placing your hand on your chest to emphasis yourself in your argument, “I can’t just deal with it, Zoro. I’m done.”
He felt all the blood leave the surface of his skin, a cold sensation running up his spine. His biggest fear realized, his horrible attitude was running you off, too. Zoro only had himself to blame, he had been treating you so terribly, leaving the brunt of his work on you, and on top of it he bared his fangs at the only person in the world who never truly deserved it. Removing his hand from the wall, he wrenched his eye away from you in his shame, heart shattering to the ground in a million pieces.
“I see. I guess I can’t argue that,” rubbing the back of his head, he looked to the open elevator door, trying to figure out how it was even still open at all, “Fine then. I am sorry for everything then, Y/N.” Zoro understood further why you slapped him when you did, but this was an even bigger slap to the face as he walked off the elevator, “Good evening, and good luck.”
As he turned away, you couldn’t take it anymore yourself. You had never seen Zoro so broken, so lost. But it was true, you could not take him playing with your emotions like that. He was possessive of you as his secretary, you were hard working and trusted by everyone in the company. Other members of the board have attempted to poach you from Zoro for your capabilities, but no amount of money could ever take you away. Until now.
You were far too in love with Zoro to continue working under a man who did not love you back.
A loud sob escaped you as the doors closed behind him, holding yourself in your grief. You were devastated, knowing the last time you would ever see him would be like this. It hurt so much to see him disappointed, but it had to be done. That was what you kept telling yourself, still embarrassed by the slap, embarrassed by your one-sided feelings. The doors of the elevator opened two floors down, now feeling worse that someone would have to see you like this. Turning your head, you covered your mouth, failing at hiding your sobs.
“Y/N—” Zoro was panting, most likely from running down two flights of stairs to just get to the elevator before you passed, “—Please, please don’t cry!”
His arms were around you so quickly, you were unable to push him away as he held you close, doing his best to hush your cries. You shook your head against his broad chest, repeating “no” over and over. Slowly, Zoro loosened his grip as he looked to you, touching your face. It had never been hard for you to read Zoro’s expressions, but for once you were at a loss.
His gruff and usual scowl was soft, brows upturned as if worried. Zoro’s eye was searching your own as if he were going to find the meaning of life written deep within them. When his thumb brushed your cheek, you felt it wipe the stain of tears on your skin with it. Your hands were flat against his chest, able to feel how hard his heart was pounding. The pieces began to fall into place, but your sorrow addled mind was ignoring the signs—there was just no way.
“Please don’t cry, Y/N—” the way Zoro spoke left you breathless, the butterflies in your stomach threatening to burst out of you any second, “—and please don’t leave. You can quit being my secretary, but I can’t live my life without you.”
Floored by his admission, you just stared at Zoro, gawking at him as you felt your face muscles twitch into a myriad of emotions, “I—you—what?”
Both of his hands were cupping your face, the elevator doors closing as it began to move down to the next floor called, “I mean it. Every word. I need you, Y/N. I won’t force you to stay in the office, and if you need space for a while, it’s yours. But for the love of the sun and the moon and the stars, don’t walk away from me. Please.”
You were frozen in place at his words, gasping when you heard the ping of the next floor. Zoro’s back was to the mirrored doors as they opened again to the poor unfortunate soul who was now attempting to interrupt the two of you. The doors barely opened as he turned his head and roared, “OCCUPIED!” Reaching over to press the door close button before turning his attention back to you, his face returned to the kind and gentle look he was giving you before. When the elevator started to move again, he kicked the emergency stop button with his foot, then reached around to hold you closer to him, resting his head on your shoulder.
Bewildered, you shook out your head, still pressed against his much larger and muscular body. It felt so warm and welcoming in his arms, you slowly reached up to hug him about his shoulders, “Zoro, I want nothing more than to be a part of your life. It’s all I’ve wanted.”
Lifting his head, he looked to you, astonishment in his eye, “Really? But what about Ace?”
Your brows knitted together, “What about him?”
“Him asking you out?”
Looking down and away, your brain was trying to add up the math, but it wasn’t mathing. Looking back to Zoro, you pulled away slightly, “He did? When?”
“Uh, you were right there,” Zoro cocked a brow, “I would like to think you would know.”
There was only one thing that came to mind, “Do you mean the lunch?” Then covered your mouth, his current admission and his whole outburst the other day now making more sense, “Zoro, look… I have kinda never told you this since, well, you get so jealous and all, but the lunch was a bribe. I bribed him for his help with transcribing with lunch.”
Reflecting, Zoro looked away for a moment, “Huh… I didn’t know Ace was so cheap.”
“Zoro, I bribe everyone in the office with food for assistance,” you never realized how silly it sounded until you said it out loud, “Everyone clamors over it. There’s an unofficial currency for meals from men. No one’s told you because of how mad you get since my cooking is supposed to be ‘only for you’ after that board room lunch where I made sandwiches.”
He bit his lip, not his finest hour, something he would rather forget. It was the first time his jealousy showed and the first time he realized his feelings for you. That time was also the first time you yelled at him, which he would still not admit made him like you even more.
Looking back into your face, Zoro cupped your cheeks, “Then there’s no one else? No one in the office, no one else in your life?”
Huffing, you also held his face, his forehead going against yours, “Zoro, we live next door to each other. If I had someone over, I am pretty sure you would quickly notice.”
Chuckling, Zoro ran his nose against yours, “I just had to check. I’m sorry for being so… rough.”
His hands moved to your waist as you got on your toes, “It’s fine, I like you rough.”
Your lips pressed together, tongues and hands exploring the other deeply, passionately. Zoro lifted you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked back, pressing you into the wall. He made quick work of any clothing in his way as he dropped to his knees, letting out a growl at your ripped tights and panties as his large and hot tongue claimed your dripping cunt. Nose pressing into your clit, he kept you from touching the ground, lapping at your folds desperately as you gripped the railing of the elevator. It did not take long before your eyes were rolling back and your legs shook, coating his face in your juices.
Zoro remained on his knees, drinking from your overstimulated cunt for a while longer before he gave you relief, shifting around to still not allow any part of you to touch the floor. Gripping his shoulders, you felt him slip the head of his cock into you, slowly filling your pussy with every thick and throbbing inch of himself. It felt like he was pushing the air from your lungs, gasping for breath as he began to move within you.
“Oh, oh Zoro!” you moaned, “Should we… condom?” the pleasure he had brought you made it hard to form coherent thoughts, but it did occur to you that there was nothing between the two of you but literal skin.
He licked your skin, nipping on your earlobe, “I can find one if you want, but I want to mark you as mine, then no one can take you from me.”
Your toes curled at the thought, never really thinking of yourself to be turned on by risky sex. Nodding, you gave him the go ahead to proceed. With Zoro, you were up for anything, kissing him deeply as you felt every inch of him raw and pulsing. His pants dropped around his ankles, shifting to hold your legs under your knees, spreading you further for him to only thrust deeper. With your mouth hanging open, you couldn’t even form sounds, gripping his shirt tighter as he ran his teeth down your neck, leaving red and heated scratches in their wake.
Panting, Zoro whispered in your ear, “Do you feel that? Do you feel how deep I am? So deep inside you,” his voice was like silk, causing your cunt to flutter around him, “Gonna fill you up deep inside. Let everyone know that you’re mine!”
You felt his hips begin to stutter, calling out his name loudly as you came again. His cock erupted inside you, unaware of how hot and warm it would feel. Shuddering, you felt the pleasure through your whole body, pulling his lips to yours as you felt him rumble from the back of his throat. His tongue tasted of your juices, still feeling the tingle of bliss as he rolled his body into yours a few more times, gasping against each other.
Zoro pulled away from you, reaching up to hold your face in his palm, feeling you go limp against him, “You did wonderfully, as always.”
Smiling, you nuzzled against his hand, feeling him pepper your neck and shoulder with kisses. He didn’t remove himself from you, nor did you care, never wanting to leave the fuzzy afterglow you were both in. He adjusted his arms to hold you close, still pressing your body to the wall.
The emergency phone in the elevator rang as you were about to say something, the two of you looking at each other with concern, then to the phone.
“What is that?” he asked.
“The emergency line. You stopped the elevator.”
“But why is it ringing?” he asked again, but this time with his usually annoyed growl as his ears pressed back.
You giggled, “Might have something to do with you hitting the emergency stop button.”
Zoro huffed, lifting you from the wall, but not off his cock as he shifted you both over until he could answer the phone. You hid your face against his neck as if the person on the other end could see you as he hissed at the operator, “OCCUPIED!”
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ist4rgirlo · 8 months
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─ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐈𝐈
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Summary: Now that your life has turned upside down, are you still willing to put your siblings' feelings first? Or would you rather fight for your feelings and do what makes you happy regardless of the consequences that might result in the future?
Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog
Warnings: S2 SPOILERS! panic attacks (lmk if i missed anything!)
SEQUEL TO BEFORE EVERYTHING HAPPENED.
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Belly's Pov
Me and Jeremiah decided to go to Aunt Julia's house — just to try to talk to her, maybe we can do something — maybe we can stop her from trying to sell the house.
We even decided to buy her flowers as an offering. As we arrived to her house, I took a deep breath and decided to hop out of the car —Jeremiah following behind me. I walked towards the door with Jeremiah beside me before ringing the door bell.
Aunt Julia opened the door before saying "Can I help you?" she asked. Jeremiah walked towards her and hugged her "Hey Aunt Julia" he said smiling — before pulling away. "Uh uhm Conrad told me you were here"
Aunt Julia looked at Jeremiah "Oh Jeremiah" she paused "and you are?" referring to me "I am Belly, Belly Conklin. Laurel Park’s daughter, Susannah's bestfriend" I told her smiling gently — giving her the flowers that I was holding.
"Oh wow, it's been so long" she said, scratching her forehead. "Uhm, we just wanted to say hi and maybe talk a little bit" Jeremiah chuckled before looking at her and smiling.
"Look uhm if its about the house, I'm sorry. It's decided" Aunt Julia said — smiling gently. Jeremiah's mouth frowned.
"Uhm we're actually doing an open house tomorrow."
"You.. you have to know how much that house means to Jeremiah and Conrad. That was their place, how-how can you let go of such a-a magical place?" I asked Aunt Julia.
"I remember her calling it that" Aunt Julia paused "But i-it's not personal" Jeremiah looked at her — brows furrowed "I bet" Jeremiah smiled sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, I have to go back to work" Aunt Julia said before closing the door. I looked at Jeremiah — I place my hand on his shoulder and patted it. We walked towards the car and drove off.
"I'm sorry, Jere" Jeremiah looked at me "It's okay, we cant really change someone's mind" he said — placing a hand on my shoulder.
TIME SKIP
"Where'd you guys go?" Conrad asked — his hair wet, he was wearing a surf suit. "We went to Aunt Julia's house" Jeremiah sighed.
Conrad face started to fill with hope "H-how did it go?" I looked at him "She's sure about this, Conrad. I don't think we can change her mind." I said -- he nodded before saying "Ofcourse"
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It seems like the news that we were here in Cousins have spread fast as Taylor and Steven are on the way here. Apparently, me and Taylor were bad at lying thats why Steven knew about it immediately.
I hoped that Y/N was with them but Steven said no. He tried to push her to go but she said she need to do much more important things, I just miss her. We all thought that this news would make her come here but we were wrong.
Conrad and Jeremiah decided to talk to their dad. “Dad should be calling soon” Conrad said, informing Jeremiah.
“Do you guys want to talk to him alone?” I asked — not wanting them to be weirded out that I was there. “I-I can wait upstairs.”
As Jeremiah sat down, Conrad looked at me before saying “You helped me and J get this far. Plus its your house as much as it is ours” he smiled gently. I sat down as the phone started to ring.
AFTER A FEW MINUTES
We did everything, everything to save the house. Nothing is working, their dad is just letting it go. He just kept on sayong that it was legally Aunt Julia’s — it seemed like he never cared for it, for the house.
As the call ended, Taylor and Steven arrived to the house, surprising Conrad and Jeremiah. They were confused about why we looked down — I forgot to tell them that the house is on sale.
“We’re losing the house” Jeremiah said, sighing. “They’re putting it up for sale”
“Oh Cinderbelly” Taylor said as I stood up to hug her.
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Conrad’s Pov
Here I was again, looking for her. Trying to see if she came with Steven and Taylor but no. She hasn’t even responded to my text. Maybe she’s busy.
I walked towards Jeremiah, sitting down beside him. “Hey” I said, patting his shoulder.
“You know, I thought I could convince dad. I thought we could” He sighed.
I nodded and sighed “I thought so too.” chuckling a little bit.
“It’s just.. it feels like everything is slipping away and-and the house is the only thing - the last thing tying us together” It was true, it did feel like it — we didn’t expect that we’d get together like this, that we’d be complete because of this reason.
“We’re not giving up, Jere” I looked at him shaking my head “We’re going to do something about it, I don’t have a plan. Not yet but I’ll do everything, we’ll figure ig out together.” I told Jeremiah. He nodded.
“I-I just hope she’s here, she’s the only one missing Connie” Jeremiah said — referring to Y/N. She just made everything less worse for everyone, I hope she was here too.
“Me too, Jere. Me too” I paused “You know, we should hang out tomorrow. Just all of us staying here for open house, that’d be a good plan” I chuckled
Jeremiah chuckled then nodded “Yeah we should definitely do that”
TIME SKIP
As me and Jeremiah got done talking we went inside the house and decided to hang out with the rest. They all sat down in their own places. “So what do you guys want to watch?” I asked.
“We should do… this one” Belly said — holding up mom’s favorite movie. I smiled taking it from her hands as I walked towards the tv — i mouthed a “thank you” to Belly.
After that, I went and sat the down on the other couch until I looked at my phone — recieving a text. I felt my chest tighten, I need to get out of the house. I stood up from my seat and went straight to the beach.
It was happening again, It attacked me again. I couldn’t breathe, it felt like someone was choking me. I pulled out my phone again — looking if the text was real, it was, I got in but what about Jeremiah, I can’t.
My mind filled with worried, with anxiety, not until another text popped up. It was like a coincidence, the text — my breathing is okay now, my heart is beating at a normal pace. The text was from the one that I have been waiting for.
She responded, it was from Y/N. She was going to come here, she’s coming here to Cousin. We’re complete now.
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TREASURE'S REACTION WHEN THEIR IDOL PARTNER IS SHIVERING AT AN AWARD SHOW
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treasure x gn!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationships, idol au, fluff, use of pet names, mild cursing | request — hi so i really like your blog's i'm wondering if i could request so if i could my request is treasure reaction when their idol s/o is shivering at an award show take your time
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JIHOON, JUNKYU, MASHIHO, HARUTO
💎 as soon as he saw you rubbing your arms and the goosebumps on your skin, he’d frown, kinda sad you couldn’t even properly enjoy an award show because of your outfit
💎 so he’d do whatever was possible to keep you warm
💎 the decision was simple, really
💎 his beloved was cold and he was going to give you his coat
💎 oh, he didn’t have a coat? you best bet he will make another member take theirs off and offer it to you
💎 he gave zero fucks if this would become the headliner the next day
💎 because honestly who tf in their right mind would make you wear such flimsy clothing in negative degree weather
💎 there would definitely be clips on the internet of him shoving his hot-packs into your hands because you kept refusing to take them
💎 “oh to be him or to be y/n, that is the question” exhibit a of the tweets of that night
💎 would even go the extra mile and inform the award show staff about your group’s members, if everyone of y’all are feeling cold
💎 will make sure you guys get enough blankets and hot-packs to keep yourself warm until the end of the show
💎 “just take the damn jacket, y/n. i don’t want you to get sick.”
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HYUNSUK, ASAHI, DOYOUNG, JEONGWOO
💎 oh, your timbers are being shivered at an award show and you don’t know what to do except rub your arms to keep warm?
💎 well, don’t fear because your boyfriend is here
💎 xdjgsd jokes on you truly if you thought he went anywhere without a jacket on him
💎 he’s the type to wear some long-sleeved outerwear even when people are sweating buckets because he knows you get cold easily
💎 so this time was absolutely no different
💎 as soon as he saw you a few seats away, shuddering from the cold of the stadium, he would get down to work
💎 either he was already wearing an extra jacket or would have been carrying one around, waiting for this exact moment because he knew it would happen sooner or later
💎 he’d call for a staff member and hand them the jacket along with some extra hotpacks, telling them to give it to you
💎 as soon as the staff member came towards you with the items, you didn’t even need to ask to know who it was from—there was only one person who knew you this well
💎 you’d look around for your boyfriend, sending him a smile from afar until you could thank him properly when you next saw him
💎 “i will never know why you don’t wear long-sleeves when you get so cold easily. you are lucky i know you, love.”
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YOSHI, JAEHYUK, YEDAM, JUNGHWAN
💎 i don’t think they’d proper notice if you are shivering because they are just tryna have a good time at the award show
💎 and if anything, yk that treasure have a good time at award shows
💎 but when you are able to just shoot him a text about freezing to death or you end up meeting him on the way to the bathroom, he’d definitely be concerned
💎 a lot of “are you okays” and “are you sures”
💎 doesn’t exactly know what he can do to help you, so he’d probably turn to his leaders for some idea
💎 listening to their suggestions, he’ll ask a staff member to provide you with some blankets and a hotpack — and will continue to check in with you for the night
💎 if he sees that you and your group are all sitting right under the aircon, he’ll ask his members if they are alright with exchanging seats with you guys before letting you know
💎 and if you end up exchanging seats, he'll be in full smiles for the entire night
💎 because you'd be sending him little "thank you" messages constantly, and it'd make him super content
💎 whenever he turned to look at y'all and see you guys fully enjoying the night, he'd feel accomplished, glad everyone is having a good time
💎 "i'm always down to help you out, okay, babes? just let me know and i will do whatever i can."
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lu-lus-duckies · 5 days
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@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 3
Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, lulu is a dog, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?
chapter: 3/? / chapter Word count: 1,659 / total word count: 4942
nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk/huskers. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.
A/N: peepee poopoo nunalastor lore drop uwu. thinking of removing the enemies to lovers tag on this because the plot has changed so much from what I originally planned. lulu is losing the funny so less funny stuff this chapter
As Huskers stood there, frozen in the doorway, their eyes widened with a mix of surprise and mild anxiety. They couldn't believe their luck-or was it misfortune?-to stumble upon them at a place like this. All the while Dickmaster kept staring at them with that unwavering gaze. One that could only belong to a cat that had too much catnip
"And who are you?" Dickmaster hissed, finger pointed directly at the huskers, their eyes narrowing and emitting an intense glare. "some kind of stalker?"
Huskers cleared their throat, trying to break the awkward tension they had accidentally created. If only this was a normal meeting. "Um, hey there! Fancy meeting you both here... I am not a stalker, actually. I work at voxtek and Angie, who I had to work with, informed me of the hotel and I liked the idea... didn't think I'd see you here" They choked on their words, offering a nervous smile while fidgeting with their fingers and displaying a toothy grin that seemed too wide to be genuine. They grabbed the hem of their shirt and started tugging excessively. Their hands felt way too sweaty.
"You're avoiding my question, who are you?" Dickmaster retorted, taking a step back and finding support on the nearest surface, which happened to be the bathroom door. Their eyes narrowed, radiating skepticism and cautiosness.
This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for huskers. Nunalastor genuinely didn't seem to know who they were, which why would they? It's funny to even think that. This meant Huskers had a golden ticket, a second chance. Maybe they'll get to know them and change their mind on hating them? It was in the realm of possibility. At least they hope so.
"oh just one of the anons" Huskers lied through their teeth, waving a hand awkwardly and dismissively. The nervous chuckle was the last cherry on the top for their fabrication. "Love your blog by the way" Huskers offered the compliment, attempting to salvage what was left of the already a horrifying first impression.
Dickmaster though, seemed to loosen up a bit after that answer, though still kept their guard up. One could never know about these things and it wouldn't be the first time their instincts were right.
"ah, there's too fuckin many of you... have some mercy on my lil ol askbox sometimes" They added, slipping back into their online persona. Brushing off imaginary dust from their attire and examining their hand closely, it became apparent that this was probably a nervous habit of some sort.
The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, leaving Huskers unsure of how to continue the conversation. However, they couldn't just... give up. Their desire to get to know Nunalastor better was the reason behind hiding their identity after all.
"uhm yeah... what, are you even doing here?" Huskers asked, after an uncomfortably long minute of just staring at the wall directly behind Dickmaster. The lump in their throat was starting to annoy them and he was starting to sweat.
"None of your buisness, Stalker" Dickmaster retorted, instantly stiffening up in response to the questioning. Was this turning into an interrogation? how dare someone ask something about them! They are a private person damn it! What'll they ask for next? Their favorite color?! Disgusting
Huskers recoiled, taken aback by the response which felt way more aggressive than it needed to be. The fact that they had just been called a stalker didn't even register in their mind.
"oh sorry, uhm... I should just leave then huh?" huskers asked, gesturing back to where they had come from, their nervous smile faltering to a saddened but genuine expression.
The flushing of the toilet was a lot louder than it needed to be and so was the sound of the door slamming open. Finally, Nun had decided to leave the bathroom, with an emotionless stare towards Huskers. "you should" They said.
Dickmasters eyes sparkled with joy as they reached for the bathroom door. Finally, inner peace-except their mood was immediately spoiled as soon as Nun picked them up bridal style.
'We'll be leaving now" Nun said, not even sparing a glance in Huskers' direction. They turned and started heading towards the direction of their shared hotel room without a second glance.
"Right, see you later" Huskers waved a little dejected, definitely startled but what could he do? ... Besides, they'd probably get more opportunities to interact with them if they decided to stay at the hotel. Though it's back to square zero as it seems, or square negative one.
Dickmaster unapologetically sexily started squirming and thrashing in Nuns grip "what?! wait-Nun-HOLD ON I STILL NEED TO USE THE-"
"Pee on me instead" Nun didn't even hesitate
"i need to shit-"
"sorry, shit on me instead" Nun corrected themself before dissapearing behind their room.
Huskers stood there confused and kind of amused. "What the fuck?" They said, pulling out their phone. They just need to know. They had to kno. They opened nunalastors inbox, hit the anonymous switch and wrote out their question. Within moments, a ding went off on their phone
what are the mods relationship with eachother? - anon
lulu we know this is you - nunalastor
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"What the fuck was that, Nun?" Dickmaster angrily shouted as soon as the hotel room door was locked behind them. Managing to wriggle free from Nun's grasp, Dickmaster regained their footing, assuming a stance that demanded attention and respect, one that was clearly not showing.
Nun immediately switched their usually nonchalant or sassy tone to a more serious one. Their eyes were understanding but nevertheless a little angry. Who wouldn't be in their shoes? The annoyance of the demand was very much palpable. "You know you can't be seen out in public like this!"
This response only served to further enrage Dickmaster. They deserved their personal space! They weren't a child! This overprotective behavior was getting out of hand and becoming too unbearable.
"But Nun," Dickmaster began to explain, their voice a mix of frustration and determination, "they were here seeking redemption, I'm sure it's—"
"they could be another one of those stalkers! not like it hasn't happened before!" Nun interrupted, their voice filled with a mixture of frustration and caution. They knew all too well that encounters with obnoxious fans were not pleasant ones, especially considering they were in hell. It didn't even stop when they were out for snacks once in a blue moon. They never wanted a repeat of that incident with that crazy one, Lulu or whatever the fuck his name was, something stupid like that.
Dickmaster though was not budging. Despite the awkward tension of the encounter with huskers, they didn't think the anon was any danger to them. Either of them. Their gut feelings were always trustworthy "They didn't seem like it, they said they worked at voxtek and that Angie invited them, they wouldn't be here if not for Angie"
"That doesn't prove anything," Nun countered, equally stubborn, refusing to give an inch and provide Dickmaster with even a sliver of space. They were aware of how annoying and frustrating their protective stance might be, but their conscience simply wouldn't allow them to come to any form of harm.
This disagreement triggered a hissing fit from Dickmaster, who refused to accept Nun's ridiculous behavior. It had been a month since the last extermination and since Nun had started acting overly protective. Dickmaster paced back and forth in the room, desperately trying to channel their frustration into anything other than punching the nearest wall. "IT SHOULD! I can't be monitored like a hawk! this is ridiculous!"
Nun grumbled, fully aware that this confrontation was inevitable. It was time to employ their ultimate weapon. They put on their most sexiest face, placing a hand on Dickmaster's shoulder and attempting to physically ease the tension. "Sorry, babygirl. Let me apologize with my tongue."
"no" oh no. It's worse than Nun thought.
Nun took a deep breath and let it out, now it was time to get serious, as much as they despised doing so. They locked eyes with Dickmaster, offering the most sincere expression they could muster. Their voice adopted a soft, low, and soothing tone, oozing with genuine concern. "listen, dickmaster, you know I'm just looking out for you right?"
"Maybe" Dickmaster avoided looking at Nuns eyes, they were angry and Nuns eyes were the last thing they wanted to see. Instead, their eyes found comfort in the apartment floorings unusual patterns, refusing to look up.
Nun didn't like that, but didn't try to force it. "And that I want what's best for you?"
Dickmaster scrunched up their nose, not even hesitating with their response. "Debatable, considering you—"
"Please!" Nun interjected, their grip on Dickmaster's shoulder tightening as they cut off their sentence. They didn't need a reminder of what they did. "please, let me get your soul back for you first, let me make it up to you and then I can leave you alone, promise"
Dickmaster was in a whirlwind of thoughts, most of them screaming to slam them against the nearest wall and feed them worms but that was besides the point
"not like you're giving me a choice" Dickmaster very reluctantly gave in, clearly not happy about it, not one bit. They crossed their arms and put some physical distance between them. "fine."
Nun decided not to push further. A heavy sigh sounded throughout the room. "Thank you." Nun finished, finally happy they got through. They opened up their ask box and started answering more headcanons as a distraction.
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Back at the hotel, a sinner, looking a little too much like an imp sits at the stairs of the entrance of the hotel, humming a tune to himself. A pair of footsteps could be heard behind him, along with that of a cane, commonly mistaken for a dildo.
"Ah. Lulu my dear, what brings you here this lovely evening?"
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askbendyblogg · 4 months
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Hey! This post is very important about the blog and what is currently happening! Please read if you will! (Ps: this is a very long post)
Hello everyone! Not to long ago I made a post explaining some certain stuff that will be changing and other junk like that. I have come here to inform you all some bad news involving this blog. This blog will be going on a long hiatus, and I mean long. The main reason being that my connector for the cable I use for my drawing tablet has broken, which means that I can no longer draw on my laptop or drawing tablet anymore. During that time it certainly has made me realize lots of things that I do with this blog, and that includes some of the empty promises I make. I've come to the realization that I don't have the right skill for an askblog, atleast not yet anyway, and also considering I'm still in school, it has definitely taken a toll on my work. When I first started this blog, I thought it was gonna be a piece of cake! But I was dead wrong when I decided to put some story into it, I kept on procrastinating on the story and never actually added onto it which made me frustrated. And even when I wasn't working on it, the other asks that were in the askbox felt like a challenge! And that eventually evolved to me not posting for a long while. Even in the present that still is very obviously a challenge. I will like to apologize for not posting and making some empty promises, I very obviously don't have enough skill in the moment to run an askblog, so that's why this blog will be going on hiatus, and be restarting entirely. You heard that right, the art/answered asks will be deleted. The reason behind this is due to me wanting to start over, begin something new! And y’know, actually gain more skill before deciding to add a story (if that will ever happen). I know this is all very sudden, but I made the decision that I hope will be best for me! I honestly just want to get out of school before actually doing anything, cause BOY OH BOY IS SCHOOL ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE! And the moment I finally have enough time and skill, I will consider finally coming back to this blog and all of you, I have a feeling none of you will remember me or even this blog, hell, I think some of you will begin to unfollow! But that's a-okay with me, its quite understandable really, people don't exactly follow blogs that don't post anything! I'm gonna come back, thats a fact, but it will be a long time until I finally post once more, I will be back eventually. I forgot to mention, all of the asks in the askbox will be deleted, I'm extremely sorry for this! Like I said, everything is restarting and I hope you understand!
Before I finally decide to head off, I just want to thank each and every one of you, I never had any idea that alot of people would even enjoy this blog! To all the people who followed, liked, and all that other junk, I thank you×1000, I probably would've given up way earlier if it wasn't for you guys!! YALL ARE AWESOME AND DESERVE ALL THE GOOD ENERGY!!!
Alright, now incase I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight. 👋
(If you got that reference you are very swag)
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sneezydarliing · 1 year
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hello!! i haven’t interacted with your blog much but i just rolled in from the last tigh//nari post you wrote (so good!) and saw you might be looking for requests? i’m still really nervous asking and not sure what i’m doing so no offense taken if you disregard!
anyway, i’d love to read some cy/no content? if you’re along w any ships (cynari, haino, etc) that’s totally cool. maybe like a [plant/flower] allergy situation when he visits the forest?
hope you’re well and thanks for sharing content <3
Thank you so much for the req!! I'm sorry for the wait, I really hope you enjoy!
reqs are open
Pairing: cynari
Words: 1044
CW/TW: sneezing content, mention of mess
Cyno had not anticipated anything special out of this trip to the forest. He was going only to see Tighnari- who had excitedly informed him of a new discovery made deep into the forest watcher’s patrolling area. The look on his friend’s face, combined with the eager swishing of his tail behind him, was more than enough convincing to get the mahamntra to venture into the greenery.
It’s quiet as he pads along the roughly and hastily made trail, leaving him with his own thoughts- excitement to see tighnari again, listen to him ramble on about whatever he had found, a slight apprehension at the possibility of this being dangerous- not that either of them could not hold their own, but tighnari was often so eager to research that he did not stop to think about any possible consequences to himself, and he hated seeing him in pain. Muddled in with these feelings, a slight but sudden itch in the back of his nose. He presses a knuckle against the side of it absentmindedly, just as a pair of ears perking up quickly catches his attention.
“You made it!” Tighnari calls out to him, tredging through ankle-deep tangles of weeds to meet him. There’s a smudge of dirt on his cheek, and a tangle in his usual well-kept tail. As Cyno nods his greeting, he cannot help but wonder how long he’s been out here. The other seems to be aware of it, occasionally flicking the appendage about in absent-minded frustration.
Tighnari leads him further into the forest, happily rambling on about the things they pass by and what his research has granted so far. Cyno can’t get himself to focus, the itch in his sinus suddenly alight, forcing his breath to hitch just once before calming again. He can almost feel Tighnari’s concerned frown, but he decides to keep quiet about it for now, to Cyno’s gratitude.
Suddenly, he’s stopped. Tighnari moves to the side, looking at Cyno with pride clear in his eyes. He’s meet with the sight of a large, blooming flower, encased in golden vines that seem almost-conscious, twitching at any movement around them. “I haven’t been able to touch it yet, and my elemental attacks have no effect. That’s why I brought you out here, I was hoping maybe electrical- Cyno?” His ramblings cease as he catches sight of him, hands cupped loosely in front of his face, usually serious expression crumpled into one of desperation as he fights off the need uselessly, breath stuttering until he can no longer fight it.
‘hEh-itSH! ‘tShi! hiH-” The third one is lost, leaving him sniffling, trying to rub the irritation out of his sinuses. “Archons, bless you! Are you feeling alright?” Cyno sniffles uselessly again, trying to will some of the congestion out of his voice before he speaks.
“I’m fine. You can romaine calm.” Tighnari groans in response. “You must be, if you’ve got the energy to make jokes. Anyways, can you try to hit ones of the vines with your elemental attack? Be gentle, please, and don’t damage the plant itself.” Cyno nods, saluting in a ‘yes sir’ gesture, as he prepares to follow instructions. He presses the back of his hand to his nose, scrunching up the appendage as he aims carefully. But he was unable to fight against his body and control it at once, sent foreward with another flurry of sneezes the moment he releases the energy, causing it to be sent foreward towards the flower. It’s reaction was instant, sending out a shower of pollen before curling into a ball, vines wound around it tightly. Cyno faintly hears a noise of frustration come from Tighnari, but he can’t focus, paralyzed with the awful tickle that came as the pollen surrounded him. He was in the direct line of fire, and he felt it, nostrils feeling alight as his eyes watered, he couldn’t even fight it, thrown into a desperate fit.
“haH’TSCHhi- KSHhiew! hih- hidT’SHHih! ‘idtSHhiew- sCHih!” They tore at his throat, raw and painful as his body tried desperately to release all of the pollen. He felt almost embarrassed, unable to do anything as Tighnari watched helplessly. “tignarihHh-tSHhi!” Even just his name seemed to break his stupor, the fox-tailed man rushing over and grabbing Cyno’s arm, bringing him somewhere- he could not even keep his eyes open long enough to tell, the lower half of his face buried in an arm he threw up to avoid spraying the other. He felt himself be gently led into a sitting position, half aware of the sun now beaming down on them.
His breath caught, leaving him helpless into a rough fit of coughing that didn’t seem to let him. He felt Tighnari’s hand on his back, rubbing comforting circles as he whispered encouraging phrases until the coughing finally let up. He leaned back against Tighnari, unable to resist the need to catch his breath. His face was wet with tears, nose running onto his upper lip. He roughly cleaned it up with the back of his wrist.
“There you go, you’re okay. Any trouble breathing?” Came the soft voice next to Cyno, reminding him suddenly of his blunder. Tighnari had been so eager to research, and he had messed it up. Guilt shot through him. “Sorry, ‘nari.” He pawed at his nose again while he spoke.
“It’s alright. I can bring somebody else another day.” Tighnari soothed, hands beginning to card through the others' hair. “Right now, we need to get you cleaned up. The pollen on your clothes won’t do you any good.” he stood quickly, reaching out a hand to Cyno, but he was distracted with the need to sneeze once again, raising a shaky hand in warning.
“hIh’tSChih!i’tsCHuh!” He sniffled once more as Tighnari waited patiently, before taking the hand offered to him, letting himself be pulled onto his feet.
“Hey, ‘Nari?” The forest watcher turned back to face him, “What is it?” “I’m very frond of you.” Tighnari huffed, turning back around and beginning to stalk off, stopping only a few paces in front of him. “I love you, too, Cyno.” Mahamatra grinned, catching up to his partner as they began the trek home, punctuated with the occasional sneezes.
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sapphire-weapon · 11 months
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Hi, I just wanna share that I ship Ashley and Leon since the original RE, and I ship them even more now more than ever. I just wanted to say that I’m glad that I saw your blog. You defend them from hate comments. I could never do that. All I do is hide the fact that I ship them because people online (and IRL) can really be mean when I say that they have a good potential together.
I just think that their relationship can be wholesome and built on trust. It is without ill intention and born out of care & adoration. Which I think are the some of the foundations of having a healthy relationship, that’s why I love the idea of them together. I know this may be cliche to say this, but I think they can complete each other in some ways.
Is it wrong to want a potentially healthy relationship for Leon? I don’t get why people hate on the idea of it so much. I mean people can not ship it, and that’s fine. I just don’t get it when others start attacking because I mention that I ship them. It’s like I feel like I’m about to get executed whenever I say that they have a chemistry together 😆
Also, I apologize for talking so much about them. I just have no one to talk to when it comes to them. I just wanna share it to someone.
Lastly, I wanna say that you make deep analysis on not just their relationship and dynamics, but also on other lores on the RE franchise which I enjoy reading. It really gives a lot of new perspectives & insights on a lot of things that I don’t notice when I play the game. Thank you for this, really!
aw, anon
I also went through a period of very many years where I wouldn't say out loud that I shipped Leon and Ashley, because there was a stretch of a very long time in fandom where you got tarred and feathered if you dared have a Leon ship that wasn't Cleon or Aeon. Even shipping him with Chris was considered taboo back in the day (and, wouldn't you know, I do that, too).
And I was scared that people wouldn't take my (completely unrelated, mind you!!) meta seriously if they knew I shipped Leon/Ashley, so I just kept quiet about it. I even tried to pass it off, for a while, that I had no RE ships at all. It was just easier to say that than be dodgy about it.
It was actually kind of funny. For a while, a not-insignificant portion of the fandom went to me, specifically, for all of their Leon things, and I just had to kind of laugh at how ridiculous it was that these same people would've just stopped agreeing with anything I said about him -- things that they agreed with and had been relying on for their own interpretations -- if they'd known I shipped him with Ashley. It's all very, very stupid.
But now I'm in my 30s and I don't give a fucking shit anymore. I don't care about being an authority on canon anymore. I'm happy to be a reference if someone needs it, but I don't care about being the central hub of information. I don't need to try to make people feel impartially about me anymore.
But, authority or not, I'm still a story analyst at heart before anything else. I look at Leon's character first and then think about any possible ships second. And, yeah. After analyzing him for so long, I've noticed that Ashley brings out a side of him that isn't shown at any other point -- and it's in a positive way that's absent when she's gone. So, naturally and logically, in my head, it stands to reason that there's something to that.
Some people seem to be under the impression that Leon's character arc lives and dies by Ada's involvement, and boy is that just not the case. There's a lot of different moving parts when it comes to Leon's character arc, but he's primarily defined by the striking lack of agency he has, despite being one of the main characters of the series. Ada perpetuates and exacerbates that helplessness, but it would still exist without her. In Leon's own words: "nothing ever changes" and THAT is what's at the center of his character arc.
But even beyond that, Leon is a character who needs to be needed; it's something that's shown over and over and over and over again. So, as much as people like the idea of a "partners" type ship (like Chris/Jill) and so they ship him with Claire -- or as much as people like the whole cat-and-mouse will-they-won't-they thing that Leon has going on with Ada -- neither Claire nor Ada need Leon, so it would never really work in the long-term.
And as much as Leon doesn't want Ashley to need him... he still needs her to. Because he doesn't realize that Ashley can both need him emotionally because that's what romance is you fucking stupid idiot, Leon -- and also be her own independent person living her life to the fullest at the same time.
And you know what? I like queen/knight ships, and that's exactly what Leon and Ashley are. So I just embrace it.
This isn't to discount other people's tastes or ship preferences. Ship whatever the hell yall want. But Leon/Ashley has always existed, will always exist, and it's just as valid as any other ship. Thankfully, the remake seems to have made it more "acceptable" -- which really just tells me that the only reason why we Leon/Ashley folks were blacklisted for so long is because the vast majority of the fandom was just bad at RE4 and took out their impotent gamer rage on Ashley, as though it was her fault they sucked at the game. (If you got annoyed at Ashley screaming for help in OG -- or in remake, even -- it's because you let her get grabbed. It's player error.)
Just sayin.
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anti-dazai-blog · 11 months
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In honor of this blog’s One Year Anniversary, here are my top 3 BSD theories (in order of most to least likely)
[spoilers for the current arc of the manga]
Theory 1– Albert Camus, the author of The Stranger, will show up within the next few chapters.
Look, we’ve been in Meursault for a while now. We’re all in agreement that Meursault is named after Meursault, the protagonist of The Stranger, right? 
I’ll take this theory a step further and say that Camus will use his ability to restore Meursault to its original (undamaged) state. It’s very impractical to have security measures that destroy large portions of the prison, unless, of course, the prison can be restored quickly and easily. 
Additionally, it doesn’t seem like it would be too much of a stretch to say that by restoring the prison, Camus can fix the elevator Dazai is currently stuck in and falling to his (improbable) death. We have seen abilities being able to work so long as they’re surrounding Dazai without touching him directly (as seen when Nikolai teleported him out of his cell, and in the 15 Light Novel when Rimbaud extended his ability underneath the ground so that Dazai wouldn’t be touching it). Either way, we know there’s no way Dazai is dying in an elevator crash, and I’d really like to see a Camus Ex Machina.
Theory 2– Higuchi’s ability.
I’ve seen a lot of theories floating around regarding what Higuchi’s ability might be. Although most of them are really good, I personally think a lot of them are too powerful to make sense to introduce this late into the story. There would have to be solid justification for why Higuchi doesn’t use it in battle, or why she isn’t sent out to fight the more dangerous enemies of the series. 
However, Higuchi’s primary job is combative, and although I’m not entirely sure what her job is, she seems to be higher ranking than the Black Lizard, and she’s able to give them orders. So her ability is most likely something that would be helpful in combat. 
Which is why I’ve reached my theory that Higuchi’s ability is Pain Nullification. 
Pain is a very important sensory response because it lets you know you’ve been injured and you should be careful. Many wounds are survivable so long as you treat them soon enough and don’t aggravate them more after receiving them. But what if you weren’t aware that you got injured in the first place? What if you kept fighting with stab and bullet wounds? You’d most likely bleed out quickly, and although you might not die (depending on how severe the wounds are), you would at least pass out. 
[the following paragraph has facts taken from a bunch of google articles, so most of it is semi-plagiarized, I am not smart enough to know any of this off the top of my head] 
There are people born with the condition called CIPA (Congenital insensitivity to pain and anhydrosis) which prevents them from feeling pain. Most people born with this condition do not live past the age of three, and half of them die from overheating. If the body cannot sense heat, it will not be able to produce sweat to combat the heat. In short: it is very, very dangerous to be unable to feel pain.
She may also be able to use her ability on herself and her comrades in moderation, to help them fight— furthermore, it makes sense that she'd be paired with Akutagawa, given that she could make his lung condition more manageable. Since there is nothing to be done about it, it will not aggravate it further if she nullifies the pain.
Theory 3– The surgeries on the Hunting Dogs are a lie.
[note that I am not up-to-date with the manga, and all the information I have for this is from Tumblr and the Wikipedia pages for all characters involved]
Yeah look this one’s gonna be short because I’m not sure if it makes any sense. But. Hear me out. 
You’re telling me there’s a group of overpowered Ability users, whose abilities and physical bodies are enhanced far beyond any normal person… and they’re led by a guy whose ability is to enhance his weapons far beyond any normal weapon? Really? And I’m not supposed to believe that he’s just enhancing them?
 My guy here definitely seemed like the type to view the fancy government ability users he’s in charge of as weapons. C’mon. What do you mean he’s not enhancing them. This is a genuine question I’m so lost on this. If anyone wants to explain this to me. I’m open to here whatever explanation the manga gives. 
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silverbladexyz · 1 year
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Hiiii congrats on 100 followers!! I was wondering if I could get a match up? Maybe mentor or sibling figure? Happy either way tho. I know I sent this in a little late so please ignore this if you've got too many requests :)
I use any pronouns, mbti is infp-a, I'm caught up with the manga but I haven't yet read the light novels!
It might take a bit of time but I get along with most people, I really try not to at times but as soon as they tell me even something remotely personal to them I tend to get soft ;; though id say, it's very difficult for me to get along with people who blame other people for their own mistakes and then just sit there crying about it when it's completely on them. If something is your fault and you start to get overwhelmed because of it that's totally okay and I understand, it's just when they blame other people that pisses me off. Those are the kind of people I really dislike but if u give me enough time with them I'm sure I'll warm up eventually. ANYWAY
im very into reading, art and animation, I like to make jewelry and do embroidery, baking and dance, and I play bass. That's all that comes to mind for hobbies I don't really do many extracurriculars in my free time either I use to do a few martial arts but that was a few years ago now :p
Anyway thank you very much ♥️ hope ur having a good week and I hope ur blog continues to grow and thrive :DD
Also fr just ignore this if its too late
Hi anon!!! Thank you for the kind words >.< and it was quite nice writing your matchups, so enjoy :)
The images used are not mine. They belong to their original owners.
Calculating...
Your mentor is... FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY!!!
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-Fyodor is an intense mentor; he would be training you nonstop for your missions. He will give you breaks, however these breaks are short-lived. Literally when you've sat down and had a breather, he would start to teach you again
-He likes how you're quiet and observant. Fyodor doesn't really see anything wrong in observing other people before interacting with them; in fact, he encourages it even. He does give you some tips if you're suddenly forced into conversation with someone, because sometimes it happens on missions and he would hate it if you couldn't handle it well
-Fyodor was not expecting your talkative side anytime soon. On one hand he's glad how you don't trust people easily, but on the other hand he's slightly confused on why you kept it hidden for so long. He thinks that with the right training, your energetic side would be quite beneficial in missions
-He also appreciates how you communicate. Fyodor isn't someone who is really in touch with emotions, and he prefers keeping conversations straightforward and logical. Communicating through writing is probably more efficient because Fyodor is a very busy man, so he wouldn't have a lot of time to have a full-on face to face conversation
-Learning new things? Ask and you shall receive. Fyodor has a lot of knowledge hidden in that anaemic self of his, and he will gladly teach his dear student anything that you asked him to. When he's teaching you, he has this way of keeping lessons informative and interesting, so interesting that you never want him to stop teaching. He secretly likes your willingness to learn
-Affection? There is nothing more foreign in Fyodor's vocabulary book. I wouldn't recommend touching him though, because not only would it be awkward, his skin is also cold as ice and not to mention there's the danger of his ability accidentally activating. But compliment him, give him some hand-made gifts, and he will slowly get used to it. It still is kind of awkward for him, but I'm sure he can manage it
-Fyodor also likes your artistic hobbies. I'm pretty sure he would drop you some book recommendations to read in your spare time, and he has really good taste in books. He will look at and compliment your artworks and embroidery, and even listen to you play bass! Needless to say, he is a lover of art and he is secretly happy that his student shares the same love
-Nowww Fyodor will most likely teach you the skills of conversation. Such as how to gather information, how to gain someone's trust quickly, how to manipulate someone even; needless to say, you wouldn't have social anxiety anymore 👍
-He would make one of his subordinates teach you self-defence. Your martial arts experience comes in handy, because being part of Fyodor's organisation is quite dangerous. Even when Fyodor makes sure you don't run into too dangerous situations, it's still better to be safe than sorry
-Apart from your lessons, Fyodor wouldn't really have a lot of spare time to spend with you. So he might ask Ivan or Nikolai to keep you company, but in his (rare) breaks he would be perfectly happy to spend time with you, perhaps even engaging in conversation with you every now and then
-He cares for you in his own way. Your missions have lower risks than the other subordinates, because Fyodor plans it all out and makes sure that there's nothing you can't handle. Even when he's still his own nonchalant self around you, he is secretly more relaxed when he's around you
-Nobody dares to mess with you, because who would want to mess with the devil's student? You definitely get some privileges, because Fyodor’s subordinates all respect you and listen to you. If someone still dares to pick a fight with you then say goodbye to them because they won’t wake up the next morning
-Chess games! You always lose but it’s fun playing against Fyodor. He teaches you a few tips and tricks, and even if you know nothing about chess he still makes it a fun experience. I’m pretty sure that under his guidance, you could become a state chess player
-Fyodor is a very interesting mentor... and he teaches you what he knows so that one day, you will succeed him
And last but not least, your sibling figure is... NIKOLAI GOGOL!!!
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-He’s quite a chaotic and interesting brother figure
-Nikolai didn’t really mind your quiet personality at first; he’s already used to Fyodor. He would continue to talk with you energetically, and I feel like he would be the type of person you would click with
-He was pleasantly surprised at your talkative and affectionate side. Nikolai feels honoured that you trust him enough, and he is so going to reciprocate the platonic affection x10. Basically complimenting you everyday, hugs, headpats, even piggyback rides if you asked for it
-He lovessss receiving your handmade gifts. Nikolai basically goes ‘did you make this for me?’ before showing it to everyone and saying how awesome his little sibling was. He also tries giving you his own hand-made gifts, and even when some of them may be weird, the thought’s still there
-I feel like he might like art too. Drawing and painting? You could draw anything and Nikolai would hang it on his bedroom wall. Making jewellery and embroidery? Just tell Nikolai and he would immediately be aweing at your handiwork. He finds dancing very cool and would be down to learning it from you. And baking? Just say the word and Nikolai is immediately getting all the ingredients and equipment for you
-Would totally want you to teach him bass. Mostly so that he could mess around with Fyodor, but he will sometimes be serious and play a piece on the bass. You should advise him to watch Davie504 (he’s an awesome bassist and youtuber)
-Nikolai would also love to teach you anything that you asked for. Such as how to fight an opponent, how to keep a conversation interesting, and even some magic tricks! He loves doing small magic shows for you, especially when you’re upset. He likes it when you laugh, because your laughter is so precious to him
-Please but if you’re upset, he would listen to you rant or cry and afterwards would say a few words of encouragement. Would also give you hugs, but these hugs last longer and have far more deeper meaning. Nikolai cares about you a lot and just wants to see you happy and free
-That one time somebody hurt you, he immediately took care of them. No questions asked. And let’s say that the way that he took care of them was not the prettiest to say the least...
-Anyways, he loves taking you out to places to hang out! Such as amusement parks, circuses, fun fairs, you name it! Nikolai loves spending time with you, and why not spend some time together doing fun stuff? Of course, he also is perfectly happy staying in comfortable silence with you too
-An eccentric but caring older brother otherwise. Nikolai seeks the ultimate freedom for both of you
Sorry that this was kinda late!
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burnwater13 · 5 months
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Concept art by Nick Gindraux
Grogu wondered where he could find information on Sith colds and flus. He really didn’t think it was normal for Jedi or anyone else to just randomly hear the Emperor talking to them. Plus, the last time Grogu had checked, the Emperor was gone. Done. Finished. Never to be heard from again. Never. To. Be. Heard. From. Again.
So why was he talking to Grogu? Clearly the Mandalorian hadn’t heard him say ‘do it’. His dad had just kept humming and working on the stuff he’d been working on. Grogu didn’t even want to mention to him that anything strange had happened. He knew his dad. He’d get worried, then anxious, and then he’d be dragging them both around the galaxy looking for people who could verify that the Emperor was really gone and that Grogu had nothing to worry about. 
If the Mandalorian did that, there was no way that he and Grogu would be back to their cabin on Nevarro in time for the  Clan Mudhorn Festival. Nope. They’d probably find themselves on Coruscant or Mustafar or even Dathomir. Grogu didn’t even want to go to Naboo or Tatooine to figure this problem out. 
Maybe he could just use his datapad and run some searches and get answers to his questions that way. He didn’t think his dad would mind if he just sat still for a few minutes and looked up some information. He could always tell Din Djarin that he was trying to find his old mentor or come up with ideas for some more of the flats he’d been building. 
He went to his room to fetch the small device and was instantly annoyed. It was in his room. That was good. But he hadn’t put it on its charger. Dank Farrik. He had been so caught up in all the plans, getting R5 to fetch the materials and then working on the decorations and all that, he’d simply forgotten to put it on the charger when he went to sleep the prior or night or even after breakfast when he knew that he’d be doing the work and not just planning it. 
He collected it and brought it over to his dad to see if he could do anything. 
“Sorry, Buddy. This style of datapad doesn’t have removable battery packs. I’ll just have to put it on the charger. It looks like it’s down to a zero power level. Have you charged it at all in the last week?”
Grogu thought about that. Then he sighed. He probably hand’t. He was so caught up with the Festival that maybe he hadn’t charged it since the night before. But he was sure he had charged it then. If that was the case, maybe the battery was just going bad?
Grogu explained to his dad that he had thought it had been charged recently, but in any case what could he do until it was charged enough to use?
“You can use my comp. I’ll get it from the N-1. Just don’t put a bunch of games on it like the last time I let you use it, okay?” 
His dad sounded serious but not annoyed. The last time he let Grogu use it, it just so happened that they were visiting Peli Motto and she and Grogu joined virtual sabacc tournament. Grogu had won a fair number of credits and would have won more if the comp hadn’t started making all sorts of celebration noises and tipped Din Djarin off that some games were now cluttering up the system that he used to manage the N-1’s part list and his blog on armor polishing, tips and techniques. 
Grogu nodded his head. He just wanted to see what caused Sithy colds and flus and then maybe find out how to cure them and perhaps, if he had time, figure out how to reach Din’s old mentor. Those were all good and worthy purposes right?
It wasn’t very hard to find information on general colds and flus. The problem was there were so many that Grogu gave up reviewing the list. It was just too long. Then he found a symptom advisor which would help diagnose which one he had when he entered his symptoms. The list didn’t get shorter until he added the phrase ‘cackles like a Sith with red eyes’ and then there was just one link. Grogu followed the link but all he got was a message that said ‘You’ve fallen to the dark side and have a case of the Siths. Help is on the way. In the meantime, think happy thoughts, tell people you love them, stay away from Sith artifacts, and do not use the Force.’ 
That seemed helpful, but was it? Really?  Grogu couldn’t tell.
He just moved on from that task to seeing if he could find the contact information for his dad’s mentor. That was a bit trickier. Din Djarin was very good at keep track of all sorts of information. Bounty hunters had to be good at that. But Grogu didn’t really understand how his dad organized that information. He couldn't just do a simple search and complex search parameters didn’t help either. 
Then it occurred to Grogu that he could use the Force to help him, despite what the Sith link had directed. He wasn’t a Sith and he was feeling better now, anyway. He began to meditate and asked the Force to show him which of the thousand spreadsheets his dad kept had that kind of life changing data in it. 
Surprisingly, when Grogu opened his eyes, a spreadsheet was open and line 14,300 was highlighted. Yippee! He’d found it! Grogu read through the data presented and then sighed. He’d found something life changing all right. Line 14,300 recorded the amount of beskar the Mandalorian had been paid for turning Grogu over to the Client. Uff. Just like his dad to keep track of that. It also showed the date, the conditions of collection and note that read ‘Such a large bounty for such a small package’. Huh. 
Grogu had certainly changed the Mandalorian’s life and he was a small package. He’d heard that about 14,300 times. And… he was worth every credit. Ha. Those fools! Thinking that a being as strong as he was in the Force could be subdued by any but the best bounty hunter in the Outer Rim! He’d show them that he was worth every plate of beskar! Now he just needed to find that mentor’s name so he could be brought to Nevarro in time for the Festival! Yes… that’s just what would happen…
“Grogu, buddy, what are you cackling about? I think you need to get some sleep pal, your eyes are red again.”
Dank Farrik!
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“wolfwalkers (2020) is a beautiful piece of queer cinema that delicately reflects on the coming out of queer youth in this essay i will- except that i actually write the essay”
sorry in advance for the weird way this is structured i wrote it as a literature assignment to copy the writing style of virginia woolf. which. made the writing a little weird and overly formal so!!! just ignore that lmao
also to anyone who says “wolfwalkers isnt an anime why ru writing about it on an anime blog” HUSH. maybe it’s a cartoon to you, but it is like an anime to ME.
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Wolfwalkers (2020) should, all things considered, be a typical coming-of-age story. But I think it’s not about coming-of-age, but instead coming out. A girl emerging from the closet, rather than from childhood. Wolfwalkers’ queer themes kept me up for a while, joining my late-night musings about stem cell ethics and the Lovecraftian horror of the Bee Movie. So here’s my thoughts. Make of them what you will.
First, let’s talk about werewolves. Werewolves are known to be general personification of “other”, so they’re a common metaphor for queerness. The separation of “wolf” and “man”, the monstrous coming to light and destroying the normal. They’re savage beasts that spend some time in human form, outcasts from society feared by the surrounding population. Whether they’re mindless and beastly or intelligent and misunderstood is up to interpretation, as Wolfwalker illustrates.
With that out of the way, let’s get started. Here’s our protagonist, Robyn Goodfellowe. Her father, Bill, has been summoned by the Lord Protector to hunt wolves. Said wolves are preventing the destruction of their forest home, which, as I am sure you agree, is truly baffling and without reason. For safety reasons, Robyn remains confined to her new home, as Bill informs her that it is “for her own good”. This will come up again later.
Of course, we would not have a story if Robyn stayed indoors, so we follow her as she sneaks into the woods. Her innocence is clearly shown here: she displays no signs of fear of death, confident that the world revolves around her. Therefore, the Robyn who accidentally shoots her precious bird is one at the beginning of her journey: a flower not yet bloomed, eyes closed to the harsh truths of the world. As she watches her bird fall from the sky, a mysterious, wild-looking girl scoops it up and runs off.
Here we take a break from Robyn’s dilemma to meet our antagonist, the religious leader of the town. It must be said that the title of Lord Protector fits him better than a simple name, unyielding and high-minded as he is. Here we see another staple of the queer narrative: religion. The Lord Protector is single-minded in his hatred of wolves: he wants them gone, and believes firmly that such action is God’s will. I don’t believe I must describe the long-held hatred of the Homosexuals by the Christian Church, but if that is something with which you are unfamiliar, feel free to visit your nearby conservative old-timey church and ask. Inherent in many religious folk is the “righteous anger”, the certainty that there is a holy mantel placed upon them to rid the world of the vermin gays, and this is certainly what the Lord Protector represents in this story.
The Lord Protector, angered at the presence of A Female, assigns Robyn to scullery duty, an appropriately womanly task. Robyn gets no support from her father, who believes it will do her good to act more like a woman should. If she conforms to the standards given to her, she won’t have any need to worry. Robyn, unswayed, escapes yet again into the forest to find her bird.
Robyn, not a particularly nimble individual, quickly gets herself caught in one of her own father’s traps after finding her bird (in the distance, a voice yells something about symbolism). Along comes a young wolf, and a scuffle ensues. After a stray bite on the arm, Robyn is set free from the trap, and follows the wolf into its secret cave, wherein it reveals its true form: the wild girl from before, named Mebh.
Mebh is a wolfwalker: she turns into a wolf when asleep. She quickly heals Robyn’s bite, and after a few mishaps, the two quickly make friends. Robyn’s preconceived notions of wolves go out the window: the wolves mean no harm. They’ve been planning to leave the forest to find safer lands, and are waiting for Mebh’s mother to return: she’s been asleep, her wolf-form missing.
There’s a particular scene here, in the middle of the movie, that really got to me. Robyn takes a brush and combs out Mebh’s hair, gently removing the forest debris; she then tucks a saved flower behind her ear. The vulnerability of letting someone touch your hair is not one to be taken lightly. Such a gesture is intimate, offered between close friends, family (or pack, rather). And to slip a flower behind one’s ear? What other indicator of blooming love might there be? This marks Robyn’s progression, as she begins the next step of her journey. As children, Mebh and Robyn believably reach this place in their relationship quickly, beginning their childhood friends to lovers (slowburn, 200k, last updated 2020) love story. They say goodbye, and Robyn runs off into the sunset, eager to tell her father her discoveries.
Predictably, Bill is furious at her breaking the rules, as well as disobeying the Lord Protector. He refuses to listen to Robyn’s pleas, dismissing her claims as “childish stories”. Such language is incredibly similar to those that a queer child’s parents would say under a situation where they are questioning their identity. They’re punished for breaking society’s rules, occasionally for fear of mistreatment by society, or because they disobey the religious conventions. Their exploration of their identity is dismissed as stories, false and made-up. Queer people don’t exist, and if they do, they’re evil and you’re not one of them, they say. You’re just tired, or hallucinating, they swear.
The next morning, Robyn goes to the scullery, as previously instructed. Bill yet again informs his daughter that this is for her own good, before leaving her to slave the day away. Exhausted and hearing mysterious voices, she escapes yet again to see Mebh in the forest (paralleling classic love story format), and ends up promising her to help find Moll, her mother.
You may observe yet another deviation from the typical girl’s coming-of-age path that Robyn has declined to follow: the absence of a male lead. Men instead appear as antagonists, through the Lord Protector, and to an extent, Bill. Thus, the movie further establishes itself as a less male-focused story, focusing instead on the girls (one might refer to the Korean word for girl: 어린애- female child: not a teenager but a child, innocent in their understanding and exploration of gender, as Robyn is here, on the cusp of discovery, still androgynous in the conduction of herself, unaware of who she is). As a fellow wolf (or is it Woolfe?) once mentioned, a problem in fiction is the absence of women and their inter-relationships: in this work, we are exposed to girls at their core, wild and genderless, before society attempts to corral them into their proper gender roles.
Robyn returns home to sleep and is shocked to awaken in wolf form. At this moment her father discovers her: a wolf perched atop the sleeping body of his daughter. Another aspect of queer adolescence emerges: fear of discovery. When one has watched their family openly condemn their kind, can they trust their promised unconditional love? If one’s family recognized them as “the enemy”, would they be accepted? Robyn wrestles with this as she stares her father in the eyes and runs into the streets for fear that he will kill her, runs haunted by the fear that he would raise his sword even if he knew it was her. With this, she finds Mebh in the forest and demands answers.
Mebh, confused, insists that she healed the transforming bite, but is distracted by the prospect of teaching Robyn the joys of wolfing (as children do), and so I shoulder the burden of explanation in her place. While the reason for Robyn’s wolfification could be the failure of Mebh to properly heal the bite, I would urge you to consider that Robyn, unconsciously recognizing the bond that she held with Mebh, created the wolf within her even after healing. Rather than getting “infected” by Mebh (as so many believe queer people do), the wolfwalker was within her all along, merely brought to the light.
While trying to sneak back through the gates, wolf-Robyn is discovered and a hunt ensues. To hide, she sneaks into a secret passage in the castle, and stumbles upon Mebh’s missing mother, Moll (alliteration abounds), trapped in a cage. Moll begs her to tell Mebh to flee the forest and stay safe, unknowingly paralleling Robyn’s father. Robyn, out of time, fails to free Moll, and rushes home to ‘wake up’ and turn back from wolf to human, refusing to sleep for the rest of the night.
After another day of grueling work in the scullery, Robyn has lost hope. Her safety hinges even more on her compliance, as her father has been demoted for failing to kill the wolves. Mebh, worried that Robyn hasn’t yet returned, sneaks into town to check on her. Appalled, Robyn begs her to return to the forest and leave without her mother, breaking her promise to help free Moll. Robyn, broken, has forced herself to grow into the role that the world assigned her, becoming exactly what her father and the Lord Protector wanted her to be. In this, she reflects the queer youth forced to stifle their identity to reflect their family’s and society’s expectations, simply to maintain a normal life.
Just then, the Lord Protector holds an announcement. He reveals a chained Moll, restraining her with the help of several soldiers. Seeing her, Mebh is enraged, and after an emotional scuffle with Robyn, who desperately tries to stop her, she jumps onstage. Moll bites Robyn’s father to stop him from catching Mebh, Mebh runs to gather her wolf pack, swearing revenge, and an enraged Lord Protector shouts for all troops to set the forest on fire and drive out the wolves (much like homophobic religious folk attempt to invade the safe spaces of queer people in an attempt to “eradicate” them). Robyn, stunned, can do nothing but watch her friend fight against her father.
Finally, Robyn chooses to side with the wolves (embracing her inner girlboss, etc.), standing against her father and freeing Moll. After a tearful reunion with Mebh and her now moll-ified pack (do you get it? do you????), tragedy strikes: Bill shoots Moll, who collapses. This is not dissimilar to the actions of many parents of queer children, who hurt people not only because of preconcieved notions of danger, but because they fear their children’s “corruption”. Robyn, heartbroken, shifts into wolf-form and runs off, in a twisted coming-out of sorts. Finally, Bill chooses to accept Robyn as both his daughter and a wolfwalker, at which point his own bite takes effect, helping him defeat the raging Lord Protector.
Moll is healed, the pack moves, and the story ends with Robyn and Mebh falling asleep, then running ahead in wolf form. The ending expresses Robyn’s final transformation and acceptance of her wolf-self not as an alter ego but merely as another part of herself, just as queer youth learn to accept their queerness as a intrinsic, unchangeable quality.
The movie isn’t groundbreaking in the way that most people crave queer films to be. The queerness isn’t explicit, and there could be arguments made for a “friendship movie”. But this movie isn’t about that, to me. For someone who has seen so few movies where queerness as an exploration isn’t punished, where the “bury your gays” trope isn’t implemented, where the main characters are children without themes of inherent corruption… I won’t lie, it made me cry. 
It’s just. Isn’t it beautiful to see such a simple movie about love between girls? Isn’t it lovely to know that cinema is allowed to be like this? Wolfwalkers (2020) is many things, a stepping stone and a soft touch, a children’s movie and a mature film, a work of art and a labor of love. all that, and most of all, it is deeply, intrinsically, queer.
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I’ve been watching my friend liveblog her rewatch of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (great show) and it looked really fun to do. And she’s also doing this to get into writing SPOP fanfics and as some of you may remember, I have a Jem fanfic called Unbreakable that I really do need to finish. So I figured I would blog my rewatch of Jem. I wanted to watch the show again to get my creative juices flowing and figured why not.
Because I know the show backwards and forwards due to watching it five or six times my posts will probably largely focus on the characters and traits they have that I incorporate into the writing. I’ll talk about Jerrica’s relationship with Rio and why it’s so dysfunctional and concerning.
I’m also going to be a fucking weirdo and keep track of the crying because a character trait of Kimber’s I find really interesting is how private she is with her tears compared to the others. But this will be kept in a folder of its own and I won’t dwell on it.
I won't be putting all of these into the fandom tag because I worry that I'll be deemed "too active" by Tumblr and my posts will stop showing up in the tag. So I guess if you're interested in keeping up with these keep track of the "Kujo Watches Jem" tag.
Man I love this show’s first intro song and the animation. It’s largely rotoscoped and looks really nice.
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The show starts off with a look at Jem and The Holograms at a premiere and it’s a cool way of introducing the characters. They make it very clear who’s who.
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Aja
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Shana
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I love how they just fukkin’ throw Kimber out of the car. This is a good time to mention that the animation in the first five episodes is pretty janky. They’re stitched together seven minutes shorts that were part of the Super Sunday block on whichever channel this aired on. So we’re kind of watching a proof of concept right now.
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And of course they show Jem as this cool and mysterious woman as she shrugs off her sheer veil in front of a cheering crowd. Reporters ask Jem a bunch of questions.
Then we hear our protagonist, Jerrica, start narrating.
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She tells us that her story begins after her father's unexpected death. And they establish later in the show that this funeral is on or around Jerrica's birthday. Which is really awful. I feel bad for her.
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I remember Eric being kind of creepy at the funeral but always forget just how creepy he is. Especially because I’m fairly confident that at this point in production Jerrica is meant to be an older teen. Like, 17 or 18. I don’t blame Rio for dragging her off.
But oh man, let’s just add this to the “Jerrica apologizes for Rio count.” It’s a recurring thing.
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Now we cut to a shot of Starlight House and the characters working to fix it up. This also has cool details like a design table, Shana is into fashion design as we’ll learn later.
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Uh, I need to point out this bird cage. You’ll see why later. But I need to point it out.
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I wonder how long Ashley’s been living here for. Because she comments on the house being a dump as if she’s just moved in. Also she broke that chair. She tried to flop onto it but it broke.
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Now we meet Mrs. Bailey who helps take care of the kids. Nice lady. She informs Jerrica that her dad, Emmett, would get money to fund the Starlight House’s upkeep from his music company. So Jerrica goes over to the office. She sees a new receptionist, walks past her and enters her dad's old office.
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Eric continues to call Jerrica “darling” and talks about how he’s hired a new band called The Misfits. And they ride in on these extremely toyetic motorcycles. I don’t think they ever did get released though. But man, this screams “toy commercial show.” Jem is way more than just that though.
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We get the first song of the series and it’s great. Fun imagery. And it’s funny seeing them play their instruments because Stormer is playing this weird boomerang guitar. I seriously do wonder when they finalized what instruments the characters play. Aja was messing around with drumsticks earlier in the episode and spoiler alert, she’s not a drummer, like, at all.
Jerrica calls The Misfits trash and insults Pizzazz. Then they talk about Eric holding a rigged battle of the bands competition. Which obviously Jerrica doesn’t approve of.
We then cut to Jerrica in her bedroom on a stormy night. Jerrica’s mad about Eric ruining the good image of her dad’s company. Then Kimber points out the jewellery box addressed to Jerrica. It contains earrings, very familiar earrings. Everybody wonders who they came from. Aja figures it was Rio.
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Then thunder and lighting, and a mysterious woman who looks like she walked out of an exercise tape addresses Jerrica in a slightly ghostly voice.
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And then Jerrica very rudely puts her hands in this woman’s belly. Jerrica! Personal space!
Understandably the mysterious woman leaves. In a flash of light.
Everybody follows the directions left in the earring box and meet up with the woman in Starlight Drive-In. She walks through a wall and they follow her in their van, the Starlight Express.
A quick aside, I was talking to my friend who’s only seen two or three episodes of Jem because of me kind of going, “Well, these episodes are very silly. I think it’d be fun to watch them with you.” Anyway, I was talking about the show and because of the fact that everything has the word Starlight in the name he asked if Starlight was Jerrica’s last name. And yeah, I get why he would think that.
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Anyway, the woman introduces herself as Synergy and explains that she’s a highly advanced entertainment system made by Emmett Benton. We get shots where the characters split off and look at their interests, Shana at clothes, Kimber at the musical instruments, and Aja at the car, the Rockin' Roadster.
Seeing Synergy’s ability to make realistic holograms along with all the instruments gave Jerrica an idea.
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Oh neat, we’re seeing a performance by a band that sounds… not great. I guess the rigging is going well.
And then we hear some more music, this time a song building up.
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And that song the first one performed by Jem in the series. It’s a very solid one! A good note to start the band on.
Obviously everybody loved this band, they sound great! Eric gets all worked up and demands to know what they’re doing here because the contest is invite only. Jem points to Jerrica and announces that she was sent there by Jerrica.
And then Jem totally inconspicuously runs off of the stage and behind a tree. Then turns into Jerrica. She meets up with Eric on the stage and they’re caught arguing on the mics. I actually forgot that Eric was the one who put control of Starlight Music up as a stake in a new competition. One just between The Misfits and Jem and The Holograms.
A film producer named Howard Sands happened to be in the crowd and he promises a movie, and a mansion to the winner of the new battle of the bands competition. Six months from now.
Jerrica accepts the challenge having full confidence in herself and her sisters.
The Misfits are rowdy trouble makers so they steal Jem’s equipment and drives off with it in their van. The rival band gives chase because that’s their stuff and they need it. Musical equipment is not cheap. We get this thrilling chase where Roxy and Stormer throws things at the car Aja’s driving to try to get them to crash I guess. And uh
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That’s a cliff. They’re heading right off a cliff. And Aja hit the gas judging by the sound effect.
Good work.
You can kind of tell this was the end of the short, especially when they come back from commercial and replay the chase scene.
Jerrica’s not dumb. She sends a hologram of Jem out to get help. The hologram meets up with Rio and tells him where the car is. Rio saves them.
The paper reports on this and gives Jem and The Holograms a bunch of publicity.
The Misfits don’t see much of a problem with this because they can still win the competition and of course
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winning is everything.
I just, look at this GIF.
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Okay I needed you to see that. The music video is a wonderful flavour of silly.
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Now back to Starlight House. We see the girls putting money into the Honor Jar. It's a communal fund that the girls contribute to in order to afford things for Starlight House. They’re trying to buy a new fridge. Before adding the funds to the jar they have to announce how they made the money.
Ashley questions the jar which really adds to the feeling that she’s new here.
Also, it’s weird hearing Deirdre being voiced by Samantha Newark. She’s voiced by Patricia Alice Albrecht in her later appearances. The same VA as Pizzazz, Samantha Newark is Jerrica’s by the way.
Meanwhile Eric phones a thug and tells him to make Jerrica uncomfortable.
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I need to know where this place is located. It’s in the middle of a forest or something. And I swear that’s a river behind it. Is that safe when you have twelve kids? The youngest is eight so maybe we don't have too much to worry about.
Anyway, Ashley steals money from the Honor Jar and Jerrica catches her. And then says something that never sat super right with me.
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“There’s no room in Starlight House for girls who steal and lie.”
Like, hm, I dunno, I can’t articulate exactly why it bothers me. I feel like it would kind of breed dishonesty. Like how controlling parents often end up with kids who are really good at sneaking around them.
But Jerrica is a teen herself and taking care of twelve kids so I can’t be too hard on her. Especially because her dad did recently die so there is going to be some adjusting to the new role as foster mother.
Jerrica tells Ashley that the other girls are going to decide on her punishment because they’re the ones running the Honor Jar. The punishment is to raise $30 which is ten times the amount Ba Nee raised by the way.
I get a kick out of Samantha Newark trying to sound like a tough girl, possibly from Jersey. What do I know? I’m Canadian. Now I’m kind of wishing they kept her as Deirdre’s voice actor. We do get more "tough girl Newark" later in the series though. In an excellent episode.
Later on during the night Rio’s explaining that the power’s still out and offers to stay over. But Jerrica turns him down. They lean in for a kiss.
And hear a bunch of giggling which is cute.
Jerrica turns to them and says, “Jealous?” before kissing Rio.
I like this dynamic between Jerrica and her girls.
Later that night the thug Eric talked to, Zipper, awkwardly breaks into the house. It takes him a couple tries to break the window. Still better than what I could do.
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One of the Starlight Girls, Marianne, never named in the show, alerts Jerrica to there being a noise coming from downstairs. So Jerrica takes her sisters with her to check out the noise while the kids stay upstairs and safe.
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Because there’s no power and it’s the middle of the night Kimber’s holding a lantern with the biggest damn flame I have ever seen.
Zipper having been caught pushes past Kimber and knocks the lantern out of her hands. And sets the house on fire.
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Like, crazily on fire.
And this is where the episode ends.
I would love to do more but this took even longer than I expected and I haven’t been getting enough sleep so I’m quite tired and dizzy. So bedtime for me. I’ll pick this up later, possibly tomorrow.
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WIP Wednesday/Whenever | Tagged by @vampireninjabunnies-blog & @detectivelokis <3 | Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @fourlittleseedlings @poisonedtruth @strangefable @adelaidedrubman and anyone that would like to share a little something <3
For this week I'm dropping a snippet from Chapter 5, as per usual skipping right to the middle.
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It felt like at least 2 hours had passed before the door opened again. Sabrina kept her eyes casted downward as a pair of boots came into view, crossing over the threshold, their owner humming a familiar tune. I know this melody. It was the song she sang in the cell. He was there, listening. The realization made her look up, her hazel eyes met John's as he neared, stepping into the light that spilled from the chandelier above. He was wearing jeans, a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up and way too many buttons undone, on top of it was a vest that belonged more in a courtroom than in a bunker in the Middle of nowhere, Montana. "Kept you waiting, didn't I, Deputy?" A dark smirk marred his handsome face, his posture exuding confidence, like he was about to slip into an opening statement any moment. Only in this room he had full reign, assuming the role of judge, jury and executioner. "Probably should consider serving some tea, maybe redecorating your dungeon. Red's a bit on the nose, don't you think? And I wouldn't rate your goon very highly on any scale either." The comment made him chuckle, and she tried to ignore how familiar it sounded, how it pulled on her soul. "Now, I'm not usually late, but someone decided to attempt to derail my Cleansing.", at that he unconsciously went to smooth out his dark hair, making Sabrina realize it's damp. Sabrina narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitching, "Did someone try to drown you, Seed?"
Don't laugh again. And he didn't, sending a smirk her way instead. "Now, Deputy, enough jokes, there are more pressing matters.", his head tilted slightly, his expression almost… giddy. "What's a joke is you thinking holding a Deputy hostage is a good idea, you of all people should know it's far from it. Aren't you supposed to be a hotshot lawyer?", she couldn't stop her sneer. "Deputy-" Sabrina cut him off, "I have a name." "Yes. Sabrina Blythe Donovan.", he said it matter-of-factly, but Sabrina could tell he took pride in that knowledge. It didn't shock her he knew her full name, with Nancy being on Eden's Gate side no doubt information about the whole Sheriff's Department was leaking like a sieve. A dry laugh escaped her, "Next you're going to tell me the name of my first boyfriend." John crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow, "Knowledge is power after all. And, Sabrina, you wouldn't be here if you didn't try to arrest my brother. You all had choice and it led to this." She pushed down the feeling at how familiar her name sounded on his lips, the twinge of longing it caused in her was nothing. It had to be. "There was an arrest warrant. I was just doing my job. Your brother is a criminal, and so are you and all of your people." "I'm doing MY job, Deputy. You're a sinner and so are your friends.", he retorted, his words full of conviction as he headed for his torture table. Sabrina froze, expecting him to notice a knife was missing, when he said nothing, she continued, "Why AM I here?" The words came out sharper than intended, carrying the tone she used when interrogating suspects back in Portland, the one that got her straight answers and stripped away all the nonsense. John turned, a look of amusement flashing across his face as he leaned against the table, legs crossed at the ankles. "I should be the one asking questions here, Deputy." "Old habits die hard, I was a-" "A detective back in", a dramatic pause, he raised a finger, "Portland. And you left it all behind to work for Whitehorse. Can't wait for you to tell me why." "I'm not telling you shit. I don't know what you think you're doing-"
John stalked towards her with swiftness that took her aback as he grabbed the armrests of her chair, the force behind his movement making the wheels skid across the floor. His face had grown serious, piercing blue eyes boring into hers as he loomed over her. "You will talk, confess every sin, no matter how small. I know exactly what I'm doing here." Their proximity sent a shiver up her spine and she tried to tell herself it was the bad kind. He was so close to a point Sabrina could smell the musky scent of river that clung to his skin. He had indeed taken a dive, her amusement at the confirmation died down quickly. His nearness, the position of his hands as he held onto the chair allowed her to see his tattoos in detail for the first time. In seconds her whole world came crashing down, her blood froze. No. She knew these tattoos, had seen them countless times in her visions, had drawn them over and over to the point they were embedded in her memory. NO. The hand holding hers as the world ended. The man that called her "Butterfly". It was John. John fucking Seed. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, "Hm. A butterfly." He was looking at her tattoo, at one of the butterflies that wasn't hidden by the strap of her top. As if she needed any more reminders of the tragic realization she had just came to, John said the damned word again as he backed away, "Why a butterfly, Deputy?" He was back to being nonchalant, like the outburst hadn't even happened. All she could do was blink, wishing her eyes were lying to her. "You still with me, Sabrina?", it had finally hit him she wasn't replying, that she wasn't talking back. Breathe. Focus. Snap out of it. "Wish I wasn't, won't lie.", she tried to hold onto her composure. Silence took over as John went back to his table, picking up a tool, looking it over then placing it down with care and grabbing another one, repeating the process.
It felt mechanical, like a show. Her own knife felt heavy in her hands, the tip prickling her skin, a wake-up call. She knew what she had to do in order to get back to Savannah, imagined it in the hours he made her wait on him. Plunging the blade deep, ending a life. But doubt was creeping in…
Her plan, the dark path she planned to take, there was a chance she would fail, she had seen him alive too many times. And her most recent vision… from the sounds of that one he was breathing and pissed off. John spoke up again, his attention still on the table in front of him, "My brother's church. Let's start there. You saw something." It wasn't a question, he sounded sure of it. She hadn't been able to hide her distress, even tried to stop the arrest. A new path became visible. A plan with a giant leap of faith. Probably the most dumb and risky decision she has ever made in her life. He wanted answers, and she was going to play along. For now. "I will tell you what I saw, but I doubt you'd believe it, they never do." Another smirk, making her feel nauseous. "Try me, Deputy." "I saw the crash. Before it happened, I mean." "A vision.", he nodded mostly to himself, "Joseph has them." "You believe then?" "They're from God. Of course I believe him." John believed Joseph, not her. She was used to people's scepticism, but she had a way to prove it this time. "There's more, John." Something flashed across his face at her saying his name outloud for the very first time, but the mask was back in place too quickly for her to figure out what. Focus. Her mother was good at selling any con, always knew how to approach a person, what they'd want to hear, which buttons to push.
"Say his name. Look him in the eyes and sell the idea, make him think it's his own, darling. There's always be an offer a man won't be able to refuse, one he'd throw himself in the deep end for, willingly. And when he's about to sink, you offer a hand, pledge your loyalty. He'd be a goner before you know it."
A part of Candice lived in Sabrina, and for once she let it take over. "I will tell you what's coming, but I will need something in return.", her voice sounded unshakeable, certain, the exact opposite of how she felt inside. John didn't break her eye contact, nor interrupted her. Sabrina got up from the chair, discarding the ropes as her hands dropped to her sides. "You've been untied this whole time, Deputy?", his eyes shone with amusement again. She took a few steps until she stood almost in front of him, her hand holding out her knife. Surrendering her weapon. "And you had a knife?"
When he made no move to take it, Sabrina placed the blade on his "work" bench and walked back, sitting down in the chair and rubbing her wrists. "I won't lie, I was planning on killing you." "And yet you didn't. Why?" "A change of circumstances." The look of curiosity refused to leave his face, "What's coming, Deputy?" It was a gamble, but she had seen him in a different light, the man from her visions was somewhere in John. Burried deep, probably half dead. I just have to dig him out. Use him to get back to Savannah. "Can I see your watch? Your men took mine." In few quick strides he was in front of her, offering his right hand for her, "You planning on pulling something else on me?" It was 11 am. "I had better opportunities to stab you now, didn't I?", her tone was matter-of-fact, she slipped back into her "let's get to the point" mode, "At what time does Mathias bring my lunch?" John quirked an eybrow, crossing his arms over his chest, "Mathias? You know his name?" "At what time, John?" "12:30, maybe 1 pm. Why? And this time answer the question, Sabrina." "An alarm will sound at noon, about an attack. Seems like you have time to prepare. That's all I can say." She couldn't read John's face, the mask of indifference had slipped back on as he shouted, "MATHIAS." The Peggie poked his head in as the door opened, proving she wouldn't have made it far if things have gone sideways with her original plan. "Yes, boss?" John's eyes remained glued to hers, as if searching for answers. "Take the Deputy back to her cell. I'm done talking." John broke their eye contact, marching off without another look at Sabrina and picking up her knife as he passed by the work bench. To her surprise, he pocketed it. Mathias was staring at her strangely, "Well, you heard him, Sinner, get up and start walking.", he paused, "Why are you untied?" Sabrina said nothing, she wasn't about to give him advice how to more successfully keep someone prisoner. The Peggie grabbed her arm forcefully, leading her back down the same way, not letting go until she was in her cell. She was on her own once again, sitting on the floor, her gaze on the tally marks on the wall, wondering if she should start counting the days too. The whole encounter had left her feeling empty, she had no idea if John had bought into her plan, his demeanor at the end felt bizarre, like another act he was putting on. It wasn't lost on her he stormed off before promising to keep his side of the deal or even asking what she needed in return. Sabrina was glad about one thing: he might have taken her knife, but she stole his too. She let out a deep sigh, her words were but a whisper, "Him. From all people. It had to be him." "God" or whatever was sending her the visions was probably laughing at the irony. For years she had questions, wondered who the stranger she kept seeing was and why he was showing up in them again and again. Not once was she able to see a face clearly. Anytime she'd meet a man for the first time, she'd ask herself if the moment for answers had arrived, but none of them ever came close, they never matched him. "Until today. Fuck.", it came out as a growl. She covered her face, her hands scrubbing at her skin, as if to wipe away all the things she'd been forced to witness ovetime that involved him. It pained her how much comfort she'd found in those visions, they were a rare constant in her life, a break from all the other glimpses into disaster and suffering. They were purely hers, something to hold onto and she had lost that too. "Knowledge is power, eh, John?", a sad laugh escaped her, "I'd rather not have found THAT out."
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3/1/22
I'm Back!
After a ridiculously long Hiatus since November, I am finally back and ready to talk more Frozen! So, let's get this started and clean off all the dust and cobwebs haha. There's a lot to talk about!
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Yes, I know - FROZEN 3!
First things first, the elephant in the room and the thing that people kept sending me messages about - last month Frozen 3 was officially announced! The fandom is happy, concerned, anxious, and excited all at once. I'm personally very happy that we'll finally be getting some new content. You can definitely expect that I will be covering Frozen 3 news and speculation, as well as throwing in my own thoughts here and there over the coming years.
Also, don't hesitate to let me know your thoughts and fears about the new sequel - I'd love to hear them.
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Upcoming Analyses
Over my hiatus, I was able to complete two of my promised analyses. Fatherly Burdens - Is Agnarr Portrayed Negatively? Will be released tomorrow, 3/2/23. It's a bit of a controversial one, so be prepared! Polar Opposites - Comparing the Sister’s Personalities is coming the day after, 3/3/23. It's a tame one, so it should be a nice little read.
As for the others, I'm going to label below their release dates and if everything goes well, they should release on those dates with no problems.
Irredeemable Monster - Should Hans Make a Return 3/9/23
Stoic and Strong - Talking about HoneyMaren and Her Importance 3/23/23
I will also be reblogging old analyses that I think are some of my best. So be prepared for some oldies coming back into the spotlight over the next couple of months!
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That Dang Frozen Canon Talk!
Now for Frozen Canon Talk! 4th Edition - I promised it, I pushed it back, and now I finally have a date for it - 4/20/23.
I will be talking about Canon again, but many of my initial thoughts have changed over the course of doing more research and having more discussions. This is why I have removed all earlier versions of the post, so people wouldn't get confused.
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Arendelle Archives
As some of you probably have noticed, I have joined The Arendelle Archives - a fan group that is dedicated to writing about and chronicling important Frozen Franchise Information.
I want to give a shout-out to these great documents below, written by @saiten-gefroren and Winter Loves Summer. The first is the Annals of Frozen which summarizes what we know about both Arendelle and Northuldra. The second is The Frozenverse which contains all the published titles so far in the Frozen franchise, like media, books, comics, and spin-offs.
These are amazing reads, and the work and dedication here deserve more attention and credit.
Annals of Frozen by saiten-gefroren
The Frozenverse by Winter Loves Summer
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GQA-Lite Redone
I'm re-creating my side blog to be Frozen-centric fandom side topics. I want this main blog to focus more on the analysis of the franchise itself, rather than on the fandom drama. Thus, the purpose of GQA-Lite is to cover more fandom-related topics. In my bio, you will see where my opinions are aligned, so from that, you should get an idea of what GQA-Lite will cover.
It will no longer delve into non-Frozen topics, but I will be creating a whole new blog later on where I don't talk about Frozen. Stay tuned if you're interested in that.
GQA-Lite link here and in Bio.
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What's Next?
Now for the final update - a poll! As said, I am definitely taking advantage of this haha.
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A3! Troupe Event Translation - Sunny Blanc (7/11)
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Hisoka: *Yaaaawn*… (I’m sleepy… I didn’t sleep well last night either… I feel like I’m going to fall asleep during my shift at Journey…)
Chikage: —Oi.
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Hisoka: ?
*pulls over*
*car passes*
Chikage: Watch where you’re going, will you? You’ll get hit by a car if you walk in the middle of the road like that.
Hisoka: …I was lost in thought.
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Chikage: Thoughts? You?
Hisoka: …Something smells good.
Chikage: That’s from these. I came across the cream puff shop Citron mentioned he wanted to try out while I was out, so I purchased some as a gift.
Hisoka: …A gift? You?
Chikage: Don’t laugh.
Hisoka: I wanna have some too.
Chikage: Well there’s none for you.
Hisoka: (This sweet aroma… that reminds me…)
*flashback starts*
Hisoka: (I’m starving… Which trash can should I scavenge through today…)
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*bumps*
Boy: !!
Hisoka: —.
Boy: Tch. Get out of my way!
Hisoka: ?
Shopkeeper: I finally found you! So you’re the one who stole my stuff!
Hisoka: Eh…?
Shopkeeper: Don’t play dumb! My goods! This incense—you must’ve been the one who swiped it!
Hisoka: Incense? Ah… a boy earlier, he…
Shopkeeper: I’m gonna make sure you never get up to no-good ever again!
Hisoka: It wasn’t me… it wasn’t…
Shopkeeper: Shut up! You’ve got the evidence right there, don’tcha!
Hisoka: —.
*runs away*
Shopkeeper: Ah, stop!
Hisoka: (It’s no use… he’s not going to believe me no matter what I say…)
Shopkeeper: Hold it right there!
???: Over here.
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Hisoka: !?
???: Shh, keep quiet.
Hisoka: …
Shopkeeper: Damn it! Where’d he go! You’ll pay if you show your face here again, got that!
???: …The coast is clear.
Hisoka: *Sigh*…
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???: What a disaster it was to be framed, hm?
Hisoka: …How did you know?
???: I happened to witness everything earlier.
Hisoka: Thank you… ?
???: What’s wrong?
Hisoka: …I smell something good.
???: Ahh, that must be these muffins. My family asked me to buy some for him.
Hisoka: …
???: …Very well. I’ll give one to you.
Hisoka: …Are you sure?
???: He’ll definitely complain about why I didn’t give you any if I explain this to him later.
Hisoka: Thank you…
???: Bye now.
*walks away*
Hisoka: (I see, there are such nice people out there too… I hope we can meet again…)
*flashback ends*
Hisoka: …
Chikage: What’s wrong?
Hisoka: Urgh…
Chikage: OI—!
-pause-
Hisoka: Ngh…
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Izumi: Ah, are you awake? Thank goodness.
Homare: I shall inform the others.
Izumi: Please do.
Hisoka: …?
Izumi: How are you feeling?
Hisoka: I’m okay…
Izumi: You bumped into Chikage on the way to Journey and then you passed out. Do you remember?
Hisoka: Yeah… I also remember Chikage carried me here.
Izumi: Make sure to thank him later, alright?
Hisoka: …I got it.
Tsumugi: Are you alright, Hisoka-kun?
Tasuku: His complexion doesn’t look too bad now.
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Azuma: I brought some water.
Hisoka: Thanks…
Guy: There is no need to force yourself to come to the bar.
Hisoka: …Sorry for taking another day off.
Guy: Perish the thought. We did not have many customers today, so I decided to close up temporarily.
Azuma: You should take your time and rest.
Hisoka: …Okay. (All of them are worried about me… These warm, ordinary days—I really don’t want to forget them…) These days, I’ve been going through a tough time remembering all sorts of different things all of a sudden… Like memories of August, and memories of my childhood… I felt guilty for forgetting, and I was shocked that I had forgotten things that I swore I would remember for the rest of my life back when they happened. I recalled the times I spent alone, before I met August… Memories of awful moments I wish were left forgotten, and memories of kind-hearted people I should’ve kept with me… I started feeling afraid, like what should I do if the memories I have with everyone faded away without me even realizing it, just like that? I don’t want that… I don’t want to forget my memories with all of you… I used to think that it would be alright as long as you guys remembered for me. But the truth is, I don’t want to forget anything anymore…
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Homare: Hisoka-kun is surprisingly sentimental, isn’t he?
Tasuku: …Yeah.
Azuma: Perhaps that’s just how much he cares about us.
Tsumugi: Thinking you don’t want to forget isn’t strange at all. Nobody wants to forget their precious memories, or for others to forget them either.
Guy: Everyone feels the same way.
Hisoka: …Right.
Tsumugi: Say, Hisoka-kun. If you don’t mind, won’t you come to Flower Park with me next time? The peonies are in bloom. Or I guess, for you, I should call them paeonia?
Hisoka: Peonies…
Tsumugi: However, it might trigger some memories to resurface that you wanted to forget… So we can go once your feelings have settled down.
Hisoka: …I’ll go. I have a feeling now is the time to go.
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