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Crazy JJ Sex Dream PT2
Pairings: Gentle!Dom!JJ x Fem!Reader
Warnings: MDNI, Blindfold, teasing, oral (Fem receiving), unprotected p in v, nicknames, creampie, slight Choking, hair pulling, ass slap, etc.
Summary: JJ asks Y/N to tell him about her dream and wants to play a game.
Authors Note: Sorry this took so long, I wanted to make it good for you all!
If you haven't read PT1:
Crazy JJ Sex Dream PT1
"So what's this game, Maybank?" I asked, honestly kinda flustered. This man was so hot and he was on his knees in front of me. Obviously my head was racing with thoughts of everything he could possibly do in that position.
"So you are gonna tell me this dream, but you have to keep your eyes closed for me. At all times. Can you do that for me doll?" He said looking very serious, I only nodded. "Lay on the bed." Obviously I complied. "Alright, here's something to make sure you don't open your eyes. Okay relax and tell me about your dream." He said while he tied a bandana around my eyes.
JJ's POV
Fuck. I'm already hard and she's not even naked yet. I could see that she didn't understand where this was going, but to any dirty minded outsider, it was pretty obvious. "You can start whenever baby, just be very detailed and don't leave anything out. Go very slowly, take your time to think. We aren't in any hurry." I smirked but she had no idea.
"Uhm okay, I'm not sure where to start..this is a little awkward JJ.." I could tell she was nervous. "Don't be scared baby, I am not going to judge you. Pretend like you aren't saying it to me. Pretend you are telling someone else." I rubbed her thigh in a comforting way which made her jump at first. When I didn't remove my hand and began rubbing the inside of her thigh, I noticed that her breath hitched.
"Whenever you're ready." I never stop moving my hand.
"So, we were at the annual back to school bonfire, all the pogues were there and we were all having fun. You and I were dancing and drinking together all night, just enjoying ourselves." She paused to think. "Then it got later into the night and I told you I was cold, so you gave me your jacket to keep me warm." I wasn't wearing a jacket right now, even if I was, it would be a weird thing to start off with. I decided I'd lay next to her with my arms wrapped around her, trying to keep her warm. This clearly fogged her brain for a minute but she started back up with no questions. "Then-" her breath hitched again, I must have some power over her that I never noticed before. "Then what baby?" I asked while caressing her arm. "Then we started to kiss...a lot" I wanted to kiss her, so badly, but I didn't want to pause her story. One little kiss won't hurt. I threw my leg over her hips and hovered her, lowering my face so our lips could meet. She jumped a little but didn't pull away. She enjoyed it as much as I did.
When I pulled away she continued. "You whispered in my ear and asked if I wanted to go back to the chateau with you. When we got back you took me to the guest bedroom and laid me on the bed." She explained. How convenient, we were in the guest bedroom.
"You started to kiss and suck on the sweet spots on my neck." So I did just that. I heard a small whimper escape from her lips. I removed my lips from her neck for a moment "keep going baby, I'm listening." I could tell she also liked that, her hips twitched upwards a little from my comment. "Uhm- at that p-point, you started to take my shorts off." I smirked against her neck. "anything else princess?" I asked, reaching down with one hand unbuttoning and unzipping her pants after reattaching my lips to her sweet spot, sucking until I knew there would be a mark. "Also- m-my pantiesss.." She slurred out. I was making this beautiful girl feel so good.
I did as she said, leaving her bottom half exposed, waiting for my next cue. "You took off my top next, and stood there for a few moments to admire me." She stated, trying to sound more comfortable and confident. Once again I did as she said. Damn this woman was amazing. Breathtaking. Gorgeous. Outstanding. She was just sitting in front of me, exposed and helpless. "Your lips traveled all over my body, you placed small kisses that tickled wherever you wanted to place them." My lips made their way to her pretty titties, placing kisses all over them. I knew she didn't say anything about licking or sucking, but I couldn't control myself. My tongue ran circles around her nipples, tickling, nipping, and sucking when I got the chance. I started kissing down her stomach, heading to the place my lips want to rest most.
"Th-the-then you gave me a heavy and sloppy kiss." Of course I did, why wouldn't I cockblock myself in her dream? My hand found the bulge in my pants and I lightly palmed at myself. I crawled up to give her the kiss that she had described and it caused her to moan. "After that y-you-" She was clamming up. "Tell me baby, no need to be embarrassed, I'm here to make you feel good." I said as I rubbed my hands up and down her hips. "y-you- traveled down and placed your head between my legs." I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to say it, so I sat there, with my head between her legs, staring at her beautiful plump pussy. My hand found my bulge again. She wiggled her hips in my face, you could tell she needed it. I blew on her pussy teasing her even more, she made a sound that clearly said she was annoyed.
"Please Jayj-" She whined. Fuuuck. That turned me on so bad. "Say it pretty girl, what do you need me to do to you?" Her mouth fell open with a moan.
If I would let her take that blindfold off, she would have done it by now. I sat and continued looking back and forth between that beautiful face and her delicate little flower. "You-u ate me out." She sounded slightly embarrassed. She had nothing to worry about. I was going to take good care of her.
I dipped my head between her thighs and began to tease her. I kissed all around but I wouldn't touch any of her sensitive spots. She was going crazy for me, I could tell she just wanted my tongue already.
My tongue met her sensitive bud and flicked back and forth until I felt her back arch. She still had to tell the rest of the story. I was polite enough to remove my mouth from her delicious little pussy so she could continue telling me about her dream. "Tell me more baby, what else was happening?" I asked in a caring tone. This had to be the best day of my life.
"Uh-uhm from what I-I remember, you flipped me into doggystyle-" Before she finished her sentence I wanted to make sure she was ready for me. She was so easy to toss around. Fuck me. I wrapped my arms around her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. She sunk down to her stomach so her ass was in the air. I would be lying if I wasn't thinking about just skipping the rest of this shit to go to town on her, but luckily my horny ass, got what I wanted. "Then you just fucked me the rest of the time." My eyes lit up after she said that. I took my pants and underwear off then lined myself up with her entrance, but something was wrong.
I've been waiting so long for this but I wanted to do it right. "Are you sure you wanna do this Y/N? I don't want to make you do anything you'll regret. I know I should have asked earlier and I'm sor-" "Shut up and fuck me JJ!!!"
Damn that was enough for me. I slipped my dick inside of her, thankfully she was soaked from all this teasing. She whimpered from the sudden pleasure which caused me to tilt my head back and moan. I moved my hips back and forth slightly, causing a little bit of friction but it felt so good. I quickened my pace.
"Fuck you've been such a good girl for me. Telling me all the dirty things you dream of me doing to you. Now you're taking my cock like a good little slut." My hands grabbed onto her ass tightly, it helped me pull her back to meet me with more force. She was feeling good I could tell, she couldn't even respond. My hand left her ass cheek to grab her hair in a makeshift ponytail. I pulled it forcing her to sit up, her back was now against my chest. My other hand found her neck giving it slight pressure. I tilted her head to the side and nipped at her neck. "Who's my good little slut? Who's taking my huge fucking cock?" I ask panting in her ear. "Meee.." She whined out barely above a whisper. "Who's your daddy?" I started fucking her harder. "You are JJ." "Good girl."
I threw her back into doggystyle and continued pounding into her. I gave her ass a good slap which caused a lovely sound to escape her lips. "F-f-fuck JJ I'm almost the-there." "Me too princess, just a little longer."
I flipped her into missionary, I wanted to see the beautiful face she makes when she releases. I reached down and caressed her cheek, after removing her blindfold, never stopping my pace. "Look at me pretty girl. I wanna see those pretty eyes roll back into your head." I was gentle with her now. We had our fun but she means so much to me. I don't want this to be a one time thing, and I want it to be more than this.
"JJ I can't hold it back anymore!" She squirmed and moaned. I plowed into her a few more times to get to my high faster. "Fuck I'm almost there." Just a second longer. "Cum in me JJ.." Oh fuck.
"Okay let go baby.." We both came at the same time. I moved my dick back and forth slowly in her pussy to ease us through our highs.
I slipped my dick out of her and looked at all of my cum leaking out of her, well and her own, but damn, it was hot, I was almost hard again.
I took care of her, I wiped up our mess and got into bed with her. We cuddled for a little while, almost falling asleep. "I loved that dream babygirl, thank you for letting me experience that with you." I kissed her temple. When she didn't respond I looked down and saw that she was sleeping. I held her closer and fell asleep with her. I don't see what was so 'crazy' about that 'sex dream'. Seemed pretty awesome to me.
#jj maybank#outer banks#obx fic#rudy pankow smut#rudy pankow x reader#jj maybank smut#obx x reader#outer banks smut#jj maybank imagine#smut prompts#crazy jj sex dream#crazy jj sex dream pt 2#pt 2#finally here
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Lore and talks
#Yay#Finally here#Probs gonna update my mermaid fic.#Then might potentially do something for spooky month#Blood Moon sams#Eclipse sams#Lunar sams#Sams au#Earth sams#fnaf#Scarlet Masquerade
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Fill in the gaps (and i'll fill yours)
10,1k words | Explicit
“This is so wrong,” Buck said, glancing between Eddie and the window. “Oh my god, this so wrong.”
“Will you stop?” Eddie muttered, turning the steering wheel to the left. The cars all piled to the sides, clearing the street for them. He lifted his hand, thanking them silently.
Buck hid his face in his right hand, spying through the gaps of his fingers. “Did you have to turn on the siren?”
“Stop worrying!”
“Easy for you to say. This is your first rodeo,” he mumbled, his eyebrows raised. “I already faced Bobby’s wrath about this. Got fired, actually.”
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OR 5 times Buck and Eddie mess around at work +1 time it almost gets them fired.
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#Kinky Buddie At Work fic!#finally here#hope y’all enjoy#buddie#911 fox#911#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 tv show#evan buck buckley#buck x eddie#buck and eddie#911 abc#buddie fanfic#buddie fanfiction#buddie wip#buddie fic#buddie 911#911 buddie
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Giant K series #14: you can always count on Jesse 🧡
Okay this episode is a bit different so the text part goes in the beginning! Fair warning that this story is not comedic but very emotional, however with a hopeful conclusion 😊
Change of tone! Today we cry 🤧
#scheduled#giant k series#käärijä#jeskiedes#fanart#my art#FINALLY HERE#been vibrating for over three whole months awaiting the moment I can post this#it is different but still part of the giant k experience#there won't be many more parts like that don't worry#actually the only one i can remember right now also has Jesse as main focus lol#look at me inventing a new kind of jere look. a hybrid jere. jere of the jeres#i can explain#look this comic is heavily metaphoric and it can be interpreted in many ways#and if i could explain clearly what i meant with it i wouldn't have to use a comic form in the first place but i will try to explain anyway#first of all the orange lighting indicates how jesse sees the events. and jesse always sees jere as jere and not as käärijä#it could also be a moment when jere falls out of character for whatever reason#and in a way this could aso be a memory but it's complicated#this jere does not look exactly like any single one of the past jeres#his hair is a clue. notice he has at least three different hairstyles at once. because this is many different jeres at once#the whole sequence of jere's doubt to jesse's reassurance has happened many times and this is many memories remembered at once#jesse was always there and is there again and nothing changed about it. and will always make sure that käärijä can continue with the show#do you get it do you get it
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A3! Web Manga Translation — Chapter 312: Japanese
Citron gets confused about Yuzo calling Sakyo "chum," and…?
Featuring: Citron, Sakyo, Guy, Yuzo
Original at https://manga.a3-liber.jp/comic/2036/
Note: Although I chose to translate this chapter in a way that'd make sense immediately upon reading it in English, the wordplay in Japanese is different and is worth knowing about. Yuzo has always called Sakyo "bouzu" or 坊主, which is a familiar way to refer to a boy much younger than you. However, the word 坊主/bouzu literally means a Buddhist monk, and in reference to Buddhist monks' shorn heads, can be used to refer to someone who is bald or has very close-cropped hair. In the same way, it's also a fishing term meaning to have caught no fish, and it's theorized that the term comes from those monks having no hair (no hair / no fish).
So, Yuzo calls Sakyo "bouzu" and Citron gets confused, saying that Sakyo has a lot of hair (so he's not "bouzu" as in "bald"). Guy then corrects him and brings up the fishing meaning, and then says Sakyo shouldn't feel bad about his inability to catch fish. Sakyo yells about how it's not the fishing "bouzu" Yuzo is using. I hope that's clear enough!
#finally here#thank you all for your patience orz#a3!#citron#a3! citron#sakyo furuichi#guy#a3! guy#yuzo kashima#a3! translation#an's translation
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Yup its finally here ^^
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#home#finally here#after horrible weather delays#I made it#ldr couple#long distance relationship#long distance#ldr#long distance dating#ldr community#long distance community#couple#couples blog#🌻
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Epilogue
It’s due to snow. My God, I think, does it have to be today? Can’t it at least hold off for twelve hours? The weather app predicts ten solid days of it. Snow, sleet, ice, snow, snow snow. Since when does it ever snow so much in December?
“Have you seen my black heels?” I ask my flatmate as I rummage through the ungodly pile of clothing at the bottom of my wardrobe.
Molly leans against the doorframe, “Yeah, you gave me a loan of them a few weeks ago. They’re here.”
“Oh thank God,” I snatch them out of her hand and wedge them into my already overpacked suitcase and then sit on it to try and force it shut.
She hovers on the threshold, “and those are the shoes you’re going to wear?” She says after some hesitation, “black sandals?”
“Yeah.”
“In the snow. In Ireland?”
I sigh, “Yes, Molls, I have no other choice, really. I need to look in some way elegant and put together, I can’t exactly show up to a wedding in my wellies, can I?”
She peers out the window above my bed at dark clouds that roll in front the west. We both know that as soon as they break, the snow will fall, and as soon as the snow falls everything will slowly shut down. The roads, the trains, the planes. “Right. Flying from Luton again?”
“Heathrow.”
“Oh, convenient.”
“I’m still cutting it fine,” I glance at my phone and feel a jolt of panic, “in fact I have to go right this very second.” I heave my suitcase up onto its wheels and volley it out into the little hallway. Molly backs out of the way as I follow, “have fun,” She says, and I wrestle with the chain on the door. It always bloody sticks at the worst moments. I let out a sigh of relief as I release it.
“Yeah, I’ll see you in a couple of days.”
I haul my bags down two flights of narrow carpeted stairs and dodge the tangle of bicycles by the front door, then I’m out onto the streets practically sprinting with my bag while daggers of freezing air hit my face. It’s usually five minutes to Finsbury Park station but I make it in three, panting and wheezing as the tube squeals to a halt in front of me.
It’s busy, just like always in the early evening, but especially in these weeks leading up to Christmas. It seems like the whole borough of Islington is trying to pile onto this train as one great heaving mass of winter jackets and shoulder bags. I wedge myself and my suitcase in a little gap among them, flushed with the sudden heat of all of the bodies, clutch to a pole and turn my body away from them all so that I can stare blankly at the tile wall through the foggy glass as we pull away from the platform.
There’s already a thin layer of snow on the ground when we land in Dublin. I gaze out the window of the plane as it trundles to a halt at the snowflakes lit up, confetti under the floodlights of terminal one, and by the time I’ve bundled myself into my hired car it’s heavier. During the hour it takes me to reach my destination I fret more and more as drifts of snow slowly build along the edges of the motorway, and when those edges turn to hedgerows of the the narrow winding country the drifts get bigger, and cushions of perfect white perch upon the dense tangle of twigs and branches of the bushes, the last of the autumn leaves still clinging forlornly to them the same way they do to the trees overhead.
It is a manor house at the end of a long, wooded lane in that part of Wicklow that is posh enough that you’d feel the need to explain the reason for your presence in it to somebody, and the house itself is like something from a film. Christmas trees glitter by the front door and warm light from the sash windows spills out onto a white carpet of snow. It’s late now, I’d be surprised if anyone was still up, but as I shoulder my way through to the lobby I’m greeted by the sounds of tickling piano keys, so I suppose at least somebody is still awake.
I leave my bags by the stairs and go through a large set of wooden doors into the dining room where a shadowed figure is fussing over the tablecloths and the placement of the candles. She turns around, startled as the door swings shut behind me.
“Oh! Evie, you’ve arrived!”
“Yes,” I say, and Caroline Healy drops what she’s doing and crosses the room to hug me, “C’mere to me,” she says, and kisses my cheek, “You look beautiful,”
“Thank you,” After five hours of travelling I really don’t feel it. I glance around the room in the dim light, and each table is immaculately dressed with white cloth, ribbons, pillar candles and bouquets of winter blooms. “Have you done all this?”
“Just the flowers,” she says, “It’s some job getting it all together you know.”
“Well it looks amazing, I’m just surprised to see you up so late.”
She waves her hand, “I won’t sleep with the nerves, you know me, “ and I laugh, because she’s not really the one that should be nervous.
“Is anybody else up and about?” I ask.
“My two were running around there a while ago trying to wrangle the little one into bed,” She throws her eyes skyward, “God help us, I love my granddaughter but she’s as spoiled as anything, no bedtime routine whatsoever. I’d say if you go out into the lounge you might see them, or maybe one of the other young people is out there still, I don’t know. The musicians were tinkering away there the last I was about.”
Anxiety blooms in my stomach at the thought of who I might find hanging out in the lounge. “By any chance are the Turners here?”
Caroline is back to the tablecloths, “Yep, arrived earlier this evening, they might be in with Shane and Kelly if you pop in, just across the hall there, sure go and say hello.”
“Right, okay.” I go back into the lobby feeling oddly like a teenager again as I hover around the lounge door afraid. Afraid to go and see people I used to know as though I should even still care, as though any of us should still care about the happenings of our late teens and early twenties. I swallow my apprehension, wipe my sweaty hands on my skirt and push through the door.
To my relief I find Shane alone. He gets up from the sofa as he sees me.
“God, Evie, you’ve arrived,” He gives me a grin that splits across his entire face. It’s so quiet here with just the sounds of the crackling fire, while outside through gaps in the velvet curtains the snow has picked up and builds to piles on the sills.
“I’m so late in, I really didn’t think it was going to take so long but you know, with the weather and everything…”
“Yeah you’ve to be careful on those roads, they’re pure lethal. Come sit down.”
I do, right across from him and notice that he’s fiddling with his watch, unclasping it and clasping it again in a rhythmic motion. I bet that he was doing exactly that before I came in.
“How are you feeling?”
He laughs, “Nervous, so nervous. Actually a bit sick, you know? That kind of nervous, and I don’t know why, it’s not like I think she won’t show up, it’s just like – I suppose it’s knowing that it’s finally the big day and everyone will be looking on and all that…”
I get it, because even though Shane is used to attention by now, having spent six years in the spotlight, in newspapers, magazines, on radio, TV and in stadiums in front of thousands, he still hates to be perceived. Even at his own wedding he can’t stand the idea.
“Well are you planning on staying down here all night or do you have some idea that you might go to bed?”
His leg is jittering too, “I dunno, I was hoping that maybe at some point I might start to feel tired enough to go up and fall asleep.”
“You’re the same as your mother.”
“Don’t I know it. C’mere,” he leans forward, “How are you doing? What’s new?”
I’ve only started to tell him when the lounge door opens and a tall blonde woman comes inside, “Sorry to interrupt you,” She says, “We’ve just set the mics and piano up and all, but we thought we’d run the order of things by you one more time before tomorrow just to be extra sure. I hope it’s not a bother or anything but we just thought since you’re up…”
“Oh yeah, I’ll be out now in a minute,”
And then I’m looking at the woman as she’s looking back at me. Does she remember me? It’s been such a long time since we’ve seen each other and even then I don’t know-
“Evie, you know Ivy, right?”
I nod, “Yeah of course! Though it’s been years and years now. I remember you, but you were only thirteen, it’s alright if you don’t-”
“No, I remember you,” She says, and as she smiles one side of her mouth lifts a little higher than the other, making her seem cheeky, brazen, even. It’s a trademark Turner smile that I know far too well, and it makes my stomach flip.
“Is your brother around?”
“He went to bed a few hours ago. Jet lag.”
“I suppose I’ll say hi to him tomorrow.”
“Suppose you will.” She calls out, already disappeared around the doorframe.
I get the keys to my room from the desk and get ready for bed. This is an old house full of old noises. The radiators tick and the walls and the ceilings creak and I wonder if what I’m hearing is the sounds of other people awake and walking around or the roof settling under the weight of the snow. The furnishings are soft and old, worn and nostalgic like things from other decades tend to be, and the bed is so comfortable beneath me when I sit on it to take my shoes off that I want to topple over sideways and sleep right then and there. But I can’t. I have airports and planes and the Piccadilly line tube to wash off my skin. When I go into the bathroom to take a shower I’m surprised to find the absence of one, and only a clawfoot bath in its place, but that’s okay, I think, as long as I don’t let myself fall asleep in it.
I sit in it for a long time, until the water loses its heat and I lose all sense of the hour, but I don’t feel like moving. This must be the first time in months that I’ve sat in the quiet and done nothing, and I’m surprised by the stillness of the countryside. Outside the window the sky glows blue with the reflection of the white landscape, and there is not a sound for miles. No voices, traffic, dogs barking, city sounds, just the still, dark night. I imagine that perhaps I’m like the furniture in this hotel room, a woman from a different time.
I’ve left my bathrobe heating on the radiator so that I can wrap myself up and hold my body heat until I can nestle under the covers. It’s one of my favourite tricks from years of living in badly insulated, freezing cold London flats. From Peckham to Hackney to Dalston, they’ve all been the same. I’ve spent almost a decade of winters taping up the gaps in the windows, doubling duvets and wearing two pairs of socks to bed to ward off the assailing cold, but this room is warm enough to go without these things. I bask in the luxury of it, even in its faded beauty, the joy of slipping under the thick cotton sheets in just my silk pyjamas. I am so tired. I’m tired all the time and yet somehow I’ve never been quite this tired. I shut my eyes and listen to the faint tapping of snowfall on the glass.
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y'all, I have decided. I AM NOW UPLOADING MY COMIC SKETCHES HERE!!!! ARE YALL READY TO FINALLY SEE IT!
ill be uploading 1 page a day until I'm done with the sketches! (I already have a good few done)
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Itachi, Hatake Kakashi & Nohara Rin & Uchiha Obito, Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto
Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Hōzuki Suigetsu, Hoshigaki Kisame, Madara Uchiha - Character, Yakushi Kabuto, Tsunade (Naruto), Shizune, Nara Shikamaru, Yamanaka Ino, Sasori, Konan, Nagato | Pain, Jiraiya (Naruto), Sarutobi Hiruzen, Umino Iruka, Hyuuga Hinata, Karin (Naruto), Konan (Naruto), Homura (Naruto), Koharu (Naruto), Kyuubi | Nine-tails | Kurama
Additional Tags: Vampires, Fae & Fairies, politics and intrigue, Ghouls, sea folk, College AU, Modern Fantasy AU, Heavy Exposition, honk honk, Itasaku just for mother, yes we have throuples come on in, vibes AND plot!, Uchiha are Vampires, 'll add more later i'm tired, Blood and Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Chakra is magic
Summary:
"The vampiric dynasty of the Uchiha is over, and so is the reign of the fae Senju." Sakura Haruno learns this when she finds herself an heir to a world she was never initiated into, and who stands in a unique position to prevent all out war between the supernatural Underworld and the sanctimonious Circle, an organization sworn to protect humans at all costs. Yet, hiding behind the festering conflict, a darker foe waits, one that will take more than fae, vampire, demon, or magician alone to defeat.
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Finally Here - TheBakaArts
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CHAPTER 2
↳ NOW ON AO3!
As The Tide Turns by LordOfTheRazzles
“You’re stuck here until we reach Bree,” Thorin announced as he moved over with the journal in his hands, plopping at the end of the bed and avoiding Bilbo’s feet in the process.
“Wonderful.”
“In the meantime, what can you tell me about this?” Thorin flipped open the book and turned it so that Bilbo could see the pages.
“It’s a map.”
“I’m not blind, I can see that. Tell me what you know about it.”
“Maps typically tell you how to get to and from places,” Bilbo sniffed defiantly, his arms folded and his face scrunched up to match his tone. “You’re not going to find a big ‘X marks the spot’ on a map like that. So anything I tell you will be completely and utterly worthless.”
“Just like he who scribbled these maps, apparently,” Thorin growled before tossing the book onto Bilbo’s lap and trying to keep his mood in check. “If you’re going to be uncooperative, then so will I. We will reach Bree within a day, and then it’s up to you to find your own way home, little rat.” The friendly approach just wasn’t going to happen. Not in this lifetime, or probably the next, if you believed in that sort of thing. “While you’re aboard my ship, you’ll do well to stay out of my way. I have no qualms in throwing dead weight into the water for the sharks to feed off of.”
And as Bilbo had been so keen on not looking at Thorin with the posture of an ill-mannered adolescent, he couldn’t help but flinch at the door to the cabin being slammed, leaving him to nothing more than his thoughts, his notes, and his worries about how he was going to make it home.
#FINALLY HERE#bagginshield#thilbo#thorin oakenshield#bilbo baggins#the company of thorin oakenshield#hobbit fic#hobbit fanfic#bagginshield fic#pirate!au#fic: as the tide turns#razzywrites#thorin x bilbo#bilbo x thorin
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*Portrait of a Lady on Fire* fanzine
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Windarian eyesight and color perception - an indepth analysis
So, you've heard of "Kaze sits like a shrimp", get ready for the sequel, "Kaze sees like a shrimp."
So, pentachromacy.
The more I think about it and research, the more I lean into the idea that Windarians could be natural pentachromats. In comparison humans are trichromats, with approximately 12% of women carrying the genetic code for a mutated additional cone receptor, which means we can be tetrachromats, but only if we're genetically female. This is because tetrachromacy requires two copies of mutated cone receptor genes, and those are found exclusively on the X chromosome.
Before we get into the real stuff, a quick refresher: cone cells are responsible for color perception, and the basic types are R, G, and B which cover the respective wavelength ranges. Rod cells manage low-light/movement vision. We'll mostly be talking about cones here.
For reference, this is a human's visible spectrum: note the three cone cell types.
Each new cone receptor increases visual color perception by orders of magnitude. For comparison, humans supposedly see one million different colors. Tetrachromats see up to 100 million. In some animals, the additional cone extends the visual spectrum into UV, which is also the case with Windarians.
...Now, pentachromats might see up to 10 billion.
On Earth, animals which are natural pentachromats include some birds (notably pigeons) and shrimp. Some of you may be familiar with the memeing surrounding shrimp vision, with imaginary / non-visible spectrum colors dubbed "shrimp colors". In reality, even the idea of there being more "visible" colors is highly speculative, with no real actual scientific evidence for their existence. Then again, it's difficult to imagine something that simply does not exist for you, since you have no concept of it whatsoever and thus, no frame of reference - compare to achromatics attempting to imagine any color besides the grayscale, or sufferers of deuteranomaly visualizing red or green.
The usual way tetrachromacy is diagnosed in humans is asking someone to differentiate between sets of colors with increasing amounts of similarity, by rating said similarity on a scale from 1-10. They then might be shown the same pair of colors later on, and asked to rate their similarity once again. If they give the same answer as last time, they can actually see the variance. If not, it's likely there is guesswork at play and the person is not an actual tetrachromat. (Obviously, there is genetic testing as well. This is just the empirical approach.)
Look at the image below. For most trichromats without major sight anomalies, it'd be pretty clear these two colors are different, even without stacking them close and searching for the division line.
Now do the same with this image. The same color, or different?
Here is another image which may be useful in determining your color sensitivity. The more bands you see, the higher your score.
I repeat again. Trichromats are estimated to see around one million colors. Kaze is a pentachromat. That is ten billion. Four orders of magnitude of a difference.
Furthermore, the amount of cone cells, not merely the amount of their types, also matters here. A human eye commonly has around 200,000 receptors per square milimeter. A Windarian eye would be more comparable to an avian one, with upwards of 1,000,000 receptors per square milimeter, with a similarly high amount of ganglion nerves to relay the information with even more acuity. Then there's the amount of different light-reactive proteins (opsins) but that's getting into too much detail.
Though my Windaria isn't hard scifi by any means (there's magic and, well. They are the cliché "alien human" trope) I was still wondering about the evolutionary benefits of such enhanced vision in their case. Being a planet of primarily sprawling deserts and steppes, Windaria's landscapes tended to be bleak. Enhanced color vision allowed Windarians to see more variation in hue more easily, potentially picking out camouflaged predators and prey that would elude a human dropped into the same setting.
Coupled with their well-developed tapetum lucidum, Windarians were genetically designed to be predatory, being able to differentiate between hues in low-light environments as well, which further helped them spot danger or meal opportunities. Another aspect of their vision which aids in this is keen movement detection. Similarly to our eyes, a Windarian's naturally homes in on movement. Their focal point is also slightly larger, regulated at will.
Windarians possess stronger ciliary muscles which can change the shape of the lens faster and more accurately than in humans. This allows for better adaptation and accomodation alike. This is very useful in high-speed tracking, making Windarians exceptional snipers. An experienced Windarian gunman could easily shoot a bird right out of the sky at a moment's notice.
There is a facet of visual ability that is higher in Mistericans, however - and that is panoramic vision (very useful in flight, when the environment is open in 360 degrees), which Windarians do lack in favor of more accuracy in their own field of vision.
Chimerical colors
We're entering a more fantasy-science/speculative zone here, but do also have a look at one of my blog's oldest headcanons, and that is Kaze being able to perceive chimerical colors. For reference, an image:
The three categories here are Stygian, Self-luminous, and Hyperbolic colors. These are present in Soil - a human would perceive them as regular colors (as in, Hyperbolic Orange being normal orange) whereas Kaze can see them in a distinct way and name them accurately. Some of his Espers require chimerical Charges to summon, such as Madeen and Pallidor.
The original headcanon post attached here.
Aura perception
Not to be confused with aural perception, which is a term in music. Purely fantasy ramblings below.
Aura perception is a Windarian's ability to perceive shifts in magic fields, or souls, something that is impossible for a member of a tetrachromatic species. This is also the reason why Kaze can see past certain illusions or manners of invisibility - perceiving the slight air particle movements and color shifts that result from warped space. A good example to use would be cloaking tech used by the Predator, from the franchise of the same name. That one even humans can see if focusing adequately, but the reason why it's so deadly is the fact our eyes literally cannot pick out and focus on such small shifts in a constantly moving world. A Windarian, however, is much more adept at picking up on light distortion - allowing them to track a cloaked foe almost completely seamlessly.
Another great example of Kaze's aura perception is, of course, what I like to call "the White Cloud effect".
Often in my writing you will come across mentions of Kumo "glowing" - this is because Kaze can naturally perceive the shifts in his aura, or the state of his soul. This glow effect is present in most sapient creatures with sufficiently powerful auras, though it is not nearly as potent as in Kumo's case - as he is Unlimited, and houses a deity. This special type of perception allows Kaze to judge emotion or intent more accurately, based on the fluctuation of the aura. As such, he is able to tell when someone lies with a higher degree of accuracy. Deceiving Kaze face-to-face is almost impossible.
Being the host of Bahamut's Magun - the Imhullu - further enhances Kaze's sight, allowing for a "Gun Demon mode", which gives him access to infrared vision and generally improves overall visual acuity and reaction time. In this state, his pupils turn into crosshairs, and it's the squivalent state to Kumo's own soul-tapping. When accessing their bond with their Demon Weapons and their powers wholly, both of the Unlimited's eyes glow. In Kumo's case, the glow is white, and in Kaze's, blue.
Here is the original headcanon post for Gun Demon Eyes.
Additionally, headcanon mythology post for Bahamut's eyes.
And that's it for now, a monster of a post that hopefully explains well just how powerful Kaze's eyes are. Similarly to Mistericans possessing naturally heightened hearing as part of their Mist-borne nature, Windarians' continued existence around Soil caused their vision to evolve further beyond that of an Earth human. Considering Mist as an element represents sound and vibration, while Soil represents the chromatic spectrum, it only makes sense for the two elements' attuned Unlimited to possess adequately sharpened senses.
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