#also the layout on this one slaps it looks so cool
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V-Day Special
You ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special.
Word Count: 5.838
Warning: live sex, smut, degradation kink, dacryphilia, impact play, spit kink, overstimulation, breath play, impregnation kink, nipple piercings, sextoys, fingering, dirty talking, squirting, voyeruism, slapping, edging, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie,
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Valentine's Day Masterlist
You knock on the door, arms crossed. The cool air slices through your skin as you await for Taehyung to answer.
There’s nerves bubbling through you - you haven’t done anything with Taehyung in so long. You were surprised when he agreed to your request.
Being a camgirl wasn’t easy work, but it was rewarding. You’ve been doing so for a while now and have gained a following. You had regulars, and sometimes you’d do requests - some weird stuff, but never anything too weird that you couldn’t do.
Today, however, you had to spice things up. You were always alone in your room when you did your shows, always fucking yourself and never truly had a partner.
Today was Valentine’s day, and Valentine’s day was all about having a partner.
Again, you were surprised when Taehyung agreed. You and he dated about two years prior and things didn’t end sour and you and he remained friends. You could come to him for anything - he often lend an ear when you needed to talk and gave advice. Even if he didn’t agree, you would hope he would send someone your way.
“I’ll do it.” Taehyung had said - much to your shock - with such a cool, nonchalant attitude. “We can go to my house and do it for a change of scenery.” You had offered wearing masks, but he insisted that it was fine - another shocking statement.
Taehyung swings the door open, a wide smile on his face. “Y/N, hello.” he opens the door wider and steps aside for you to enter.
“Hey, Tae.” you say, jumping into the warm home with a sigh of relief. “You look nice.”
“As do you.” Taehyung responds. “Somehow, I sense you’re wearing lingerie under that long trench coat.” he says teasingly, eyes roaming your figure.
Your body flushes and slowly, you nod. “We have business to attend to. Had to come prepared.” you give a curt grin.
“Indeed we do.” Taehyung licks his lips. “I’ve set up the laptop and everything already.”
You nod your head. The day prior, Taehyung had insisted on you giving him your equipment so he can set it up perfectly.
“I also decorated my room for the occasion.”
You already know the layout of Taehyung’s home and you scoff at his words as you walk towards his bedroom. “Decorated how?”
“You’ll see.” Taehyung’s voice is giddy as he follows you to his bedroom. You only snicker and venture towards his bedroom.
Taehyung has you open the door, and your eyes widen as you do. “Tae, you’re always so dramatic…” you sigh, but your body flushes at the sight.
“It’s a V-Day special,” Taehying places his hands on your shoulders. “we have to go all out.”
Taehyung uses your words against you - you had said it to him back when you asked if he was willing to be on camera with you.
Taehyung had decorated his room and it’s only now that you realize how large it truly was. His bed sits in the middle of the room, bed made neatly. There’s balloons - red, pink, white and even a few heart shaped ones, littering the ceiling. On the far right of his room is your equipment that you’ve given him - but only now did you realize he had a ring light and you want to shake your head at how dramatic he truly was.
“Rose petals?” you turn to face him with a laugh. “How much time did you put into this?”
And money, you want to ask, but Taehyung would never tell you. There’s rose petals leading from the door of his bedroom all the way to his bed.
“A few hours. Jimin helped me.” Taehyung admits, a light tint to his cheeks. Jimin had teased him about putting so much effort for an ex-lover - now friend - for a show, but it wasn’t like you and he weren’t friends. He was willing to help you with whatever you asked.
“Gotta set the mood, don’t we?” Taehyung murmurs, closing his bedroom door. “How about you start setting up while I light the candles?”
“Candles?” you shake your head. “Tae-”
“Y/N, baby. All out, remember?” Taehyung winks, then ventures through his room and to his closet. He pulls out a small box and turns towards you. “Confession?” he asks and slowly you nod. It’s something you and he would ask when there was something that needed to be confessed and the other promised not to be upset - it started when you accidentally ruined one of his favorite pairs of designer shoes. “I subscribed to you a few months ago.”
Taehyung watches as your eyes widen slightly. “Oh, really?” you ask, a slight nerve in your voice.
Taehyung nods. “When you told me you were camming, I was curious. I finally caved a few months back.” he admits. “Does that bother you?”
You're hot at the idea of Taehyung watching you. It didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. Taehyung and you’ve been intimate before back when you two dated - but that was years ago. Now it made sense that he’d agree to be with you again, you think.
“N-No.” you stutter, cursing mentally at yourself. You muster a strained scoff. “I do a lot of…stuff on there.”
Taehyung licks his lips. “I know.” he murmurs. “I was going to take that secret to the grave with me.”
Taehyung grasps the box - a medium sized black box - and makes his way towards his bed.
You swallow, Taehyung’s words ringing through your mind. You grab your phone and begin to notify your subscribers of your live cameshow in the next five minutes.
“What made you tell me?” you ask Taehyung. He was halfway through lighting the candles when you finally decided to speak up.
Taehyung glances at you. “You seem nervous.” he responds. “As if you’ve had second thoughts about this. Are you?”
Your palms feel sweaty and you bite your lip.
You were nervous. You have been fucking yourself for so long that being with another man was different - and this wasn’t just another man, but an ex that was now a close friend.
“No.” you tell Taehyung honestly. “I am nervous though.”
“Why?” Taehyung snorts. He’s now setting the candles around his room and it flickers beautifully. “It’s just me.”
“I know but…we haven’t done anything in so long.” you murmur, your nerves causing you to glance away from him. “...I wasn’t sure if you still…feel attractive towards me.”
Taehyung sets down the last candle and turns towards you. “And that’s why I told you that I subscribed.” he says - and that was his point. “I think we should go over some things before we start, yeah?”
You nod.
Taehyung makes his way around his room. He dims his light low so that the candles are illuminating the majority of it. He then makes his way past you and to the ring light, again, dimming it so there’s just enough light towards his bed for the viewers to see perfectly.
“Now, is there anything you want to do specifically?”
“I should be asking you that.” you scoff. “This is your first time.”
Taehyung stands directly in front of you. His hand places below your chin and he gently lifts it so he has a good look in your eyes.
“There’s a lot I want to do.” Taehyung says, voice dropping and it shocks you. The reaction shoots straight to your core.
You inhale. “You’ve seen everything I do already.”
Taehyung chuckles. He cups your cheek, thumb rubbing along your lips. “That’s true,” he admits. “I’m an Ultimate member.”
Your eyes widen. “Tae!” you hiss, hot sensation running through your body.
There were only a dozen Ultimate members - they paid the most and had complete access to you. They could message you personally through the phone (a second phone you acquired just for them). You allowed one on one time, acting out fantasies they desired. They got private videos and pictures that the others didn’t - sometimes it didn’t have to be sexual.
“What?” Taehyung asks. “Too much?” The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.
“N-No.” you say, but it’s not convincing. “Ultimate is just…a lot of money monthly.”
Taehyung snorts. “I’ve been paying for it, haven’t I?” he shrugs his shoulders. “It’s okay. I like supporting you.”
You sigh, nodding your head slowly. Licking your lips, you giggle. “This feels like a fuck-a-fan event.”
Taehyung chuckles along with you. “How lucky I am.”
“So,” you begin. “what do you want to do? Have you ever requested content from me?”
You try to think of what Taehyung’s name would be since there were only a few Ultimate members.
Taheyung shakes his head. “I haven’t.” But there were times he wanted to, but there was still the thought in the back of his head telling him that this was wrong - but it was never enough to get him to unsubscribe.
“Then we’ll do what you want.” you smile at him, so cutely. So innocently.
Taehyung groans lowly. “I don’t think so.”
Your smile lowers. “Why not?”
Taehyung scoffs - because there’s things he wanted to do to you that would probably scare you away. “I’m your friend, Y/N. But I’m still a man. I don’t want to expose you to my perverse mind.”
Taehyung drops his hand from your cheek.
“It’s a V-Day special.” you shrug. “I trust you. We’ve had sex-”
“Years ago.” Taehyung interrupts. “And that was casual sex. Nothing too perverted-”
“Do you want me to pee on you?” you snicker jokingly. You couldn’t think of anything too perverted and obscene that would have Taehyung hesitant. “I don’t think anything is as perverted as that.”
Taehyung licks his lips to stop himself from laughing at your words. “I’ll tell you what I want to do to you and you’ll just tell me if it’s okay or not.”
You nod your head. You realized, even after all this time, that you hadn’t taken off the coat. “Where do you want me to put this?” you ask, going to remove the long coat.
Taehyung swallows at your smooth skin in his view, the lingerie fitting the theme. It’s red and doesn’t hide much, the sheer lace showcasing your pierced nipples. It’s crotchless, he notes, and perfect - he doesn’t want you out of the lingerie just yet.
“I’ll take it.” Taehyung murmurs, grasping your coat and taking it towards his closet to hang it up. He needs a moment to breathe - there’s a twitch in his sweats that he has to calm down. “Okay.”
“Okay.” you nod your head, waiting for him to continue.
“Champagne?”
You scoff in disbelief once more. “Tae…”
“V-Day special, Y/N.” Taehyung walks on the other side of his bed towards his bedside table. How you hadn’t noticed the bottle of champagne with two glasses is beyond you. He manages to pop it open, not caring if a bit spilled, and poured one for you and him.
You grasp the champagne and smile, clicking your glass with his and take a sip.
“I want to lick the champagne off your skin.” Taehyung says, testing the waters - it isn’t something he actually thought about doing, but he wanted to test your reaction.
You choke slightly at his sudden words, but you nod. “Sure.” you swallow. “Anything else?”
Taehyung tilts his head. “...Overstimulation?”
You nod your head slowly. “I’m sure we can do that.” you agree. “Can I request one?”
“Of course.”
“I want you to hit me.”
Taehyung stiffens. “Excuse me?”
You laugh. “Well, don’t knock me out.” you exclaim. “But slapping me is what I want. As long as I’m in the mood, a little pain shouldn’t hurt.” Taehyung has such pretty and large hands that you couldn’t not take the opportunity.
Taehyung swallows but nods. “I want to have control.”
“Want me to call you Sir?” you smirk. “Yes, sir. I like that.”
“You’re enjoying this more than I thought you would.” Taehyung hums, satisfied that he hasn’t had you running yet. “I think we should have a safeword. I don’t want to get too caught up in it and hurt you.”
“Oh,” you knit your brows. “You’re one of those.”
Taehyung raises a brow. “One of what?”
“A dom.” you shrug. “Not that surprising. But okay, we can have a safeword. How about…” you rack your brain for something - anything. “...red squirrel?”
Taehyung blinks. “Red squirrel it is.”
“And if I can’t speak, I’ll shake my head aggressively.”
“Aggressive head shaking.” Taehyung nods. “I have a toy in that box I’d like to use on you.”
Your eyes fall to the medium sized box from early and you raise your brows.
“It’s only a vibrator.” Taehyung’s cheeks tint. “It’s um…actually from your wishlist.”
Your eyes widen once more. Taehyung was an Ultimate member and they also had access to your wishlist from various stores - even outside of sex. One member had gotten you an expensive water filter you wanted simply because you made him cum the hardest he’s had in months.
“The rabbit one?!”
Taehyung nods.
“Ugh,” you hang your head. “I love you so much.” you sigh dramatically, a tingly feeling coursing through your body at the thought of Taehyung using that on you.
Taehyung gives a boxy grin. “A love confession already? I haven’t even made you cum yet.”
“Shut up.” you roll your eyes. “Anything else, sir?”
Taehyung licks his lips. “Just use your safeword if I do anything you don’t like.” he murmurs.
“Yes, sir.” you nod, smiling playfully. “I have to start now.”
You venture towards the laptop and make it towards the site. There were a few hundred people waiting already, the chatbox going crazy. “I told them I had a Valentine’s Day surprise.” you say to Taehyung. “They’re wondering what’s going to happen.”
You start the live, smiling into the camera as you read a few comments. “Hi, guys.” you say sweetly, your camgirl persona coming on.
Taehyung watches from afar as you speak to the viewers, walking backwards towards his bed. “I told you all I had a surprise.” your eyes glance to Taehyung. “I thought today we should switch things up,”
You watch from afar as the comments begin to rise as Taehyung enters the frame and you’ll make sure to go back to read them once everything is done.
“I see you all are excited to see him.” you smile up at Taehyung. “He says he’s not shy to be seen.”
“Of course not.” Taehyung says, a soft grin on his lips. You know there’s girls that watch you, as well - they’d have to be excited to see Taehyung, if not see, then hear him. You release a breath.
Taehyung lifts your chin and leans down to capture your lips. His fingers are gripping your chin now to get you in place, your lips moving along with his.
Taehyung breaks the kiss first, but proceeds to peck your lips a few times. You’re clenching around nothing, you note, anticipating for what's next to come.
“I bet if I touch your pussy right now, you’ll be soaked.”
Taehyung catches you off guard, but you’re enjoying the switch. Your friends eyes are dark and filled with lust and you’re sure yours are, as well.
“I am.” you widen your legs for him (and the camera) to see.
Taehyung’s hand unclenches your chin to slide ever so slowly down your body. The crotchless lingerie made it easier for him to feel - and feel he did. It’s been so long, the both of you think.
Taehyung grunts at how wet you truly are, his long fingers rubbing along your clit.
“How long have you been this wet?” Taehyung questions, plopping his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.
You bite your lip at the sight, swallowing the moan in your throat. “For a while now.” you admit, especially since he mentioned the vibrator he’s bought for you.
Taehyung dips onto the bed behind you. “Let’s show everyone how slutty you are.” he says, a swift hand wrapping around your neck to press yourself against his chest. “Not like they already don’t know.”
Taehyung’s free hand dips between your legs and slaps your thighs apart. He then proceeds to rub your clit aggressively, not bothering to prep you for anything - after all, the safeword was there for a reason.
Your stomach churns and a loud yelp releases from your mouth. You’re sopping wet, squelching echoing around the room.
“Does it feel good?” Taehyung questions - he knows it does. You’re moaning against him, legs widening with each rub of his fingers.
You nod your head with a lip bite.
“Use your words.” Taehyung hisses, the hand gripping your neck slaps you suddenly, a throbbing pain against your cheek.
“Y-Yes, sir.” you quip far too quickly, lust filling through you and shoot straight to your core.
Taehyung likes the willingness in your actions to please him.
“Good girl.” Taehyung offers you a quick kiss to your forehead, his finger inching closer to your entrance. “You fuck yourself all the time…” Taehyung enters his fingers inside of you, long fingers reaching deep. “...and yet, you’re still so tight.”
Taehyung plunges his fingers inside of you, reaching farther than you ever thought imaginable. He was never like this prior and you pondered if he was truly holding back when you and he had sex.
Regardless, you’re a moaning mess, no longer trying to hold anything back. Your eyes watch with satisfaction how deep his fingers are inside of you, the palm of his hand slapping against your clit aggressively as he strives to drive even deeper.
“Ah, there she is.” Taehyung chuckles darkly when his fingers hit a sweet spot that has your thighs quivering and moaning louder. “You know what I never see? You squirting. Let’s change that, baby.”
You aren’t sure you can squirt - you never felt like you had it in you. However, Taehyung did. He was determined, fingers hitting your spot aggressively, your clit being pleasuring with his palm as he does so for added pleasure. Your eyes begin to flutter close, your moans filling the room even louder.
“I know you can do it, baby. Let go.” Taehyung slaps your cheek again. He never knew you enjoyed being hit - something he wished he knew while the two of you dated.
And you do, juices spilling out rapidly and only when Taehyung removes his finger does it splash entirely onto the ground, so loud and messily that you stiffen in his grasp.
You were going to apologize, completely disregarding the live cam show you were on, but Taehyung silences you with his lips.
“Now let’s see how many times you can squirt for the viewers.” Taehyung speaks, removing himself from behind you to go towards the black box. He shows the camera him opening the box to reveal the vibrator. “Bought it new just for her.”
You lick your lips with anticipation as Taehyung steps closer to you. He turns it on, and the buzzing sound is so loud and aggressive - just what you wanted.
Taehyung toys with you at first, pressing it against your thighs and slowly coming closer to you. “Look how slutty she is.” Taehyung turns towards the camera and laughs. “Clenching around nothing. She can’t wait to be stuffed.”
You make a disappointed sigh when Taehyung teasingly turns off the vibrator just as he presses it against your clit. He was such a tease that you’re positive your viewers would want him back.
“I want to hear you beg.” Taehyung’s demeanor changes entirely, the smile he sported now gone. “I allowed you to cum once already, beg for another.”
“Please let me cum.” You say, not up for any games Taehyung wanted to play.
Taehyung snarls. Again, his hand is swift and a slap sounds across your face. You moan at the stinging feeling in your face.
“And here I thought you were a good girl.” Taehyung shakes his head. “But you’re nothing but a whore, right?”
“Yes, sir.” you squeak, lust filled eyes looking at Taehyung. “Please make me cum, Tae-.”
Another slap sounds on your cheek and you’re sure that you can cum just like this - the look upon Taehyung’s face and the dominance he’s instilling into you brings you great pleasure.
“S-Sir. Please make me cum, sir.” you beg. “I’ll be good.”
Taehyung hums. “Will you?”
You nod your head with wide, pleading eyes.
“Let’s see.”
Taehyung doesn’t plan on ever giving you grace. He turns on the vibrator and it causes shockwaves to run through you. But, as if that wasn’t enough, he enters it inside of you, the rabbit ears pressed firmly against your clit as he thrusts.
Taehyung licks his lips, hooded eyes watching you closely. It’s as if the switch turned off and he was a whole different person and he’s experiencing this from outside his body.
Taehyung plunges the toy in and out of you, the vibrations sending shock waves through you. Your pussy’s glistening, the candle lights illuminating it to the camera perfectly.
“So wet and dirty.” Taehyung’s chuckles, but licks his lips. He wants to taste you, knowing you’d taste divine. “Right, baby?”
You nod your head, a moan bubbling out of you. “Yes, s-sir.”
Taehyung groans - such a submissive little thing. He couldn’t wait until he could fuck even more submission into you. Taehyung was a patient man, however.
Taehyung removes the toy from inside of you, cackling at the sight of your pussy clenching and unclenching. “You’re just begging to be stuffed baby.”
You’re panting at the loss of pleasure, back slightly arching. You bite your lip, eyes blinking rapidly as they meet Taehyung. You never wanted to mount someone as much as you did right now.
“Thank you, sir.” you say, your eyes staring right into Taehyungs. Your voice is so soft and meek - so willing. Taehyung only smirks at you.
“You’re so full of shit, baby.” Taehyung says, placing the vibrating toy back inside of you. The rabbit ears press firmly against your clit.
“F-Fuuuuuck….” your legs widened for more, quivering with pleasure. Instead of Taehyung thrusting it in and out of you, he keeps it firmly inside of you, thrusting only deeper and deeper, the vibrations shuddering straight through your core.
“Such a pretty pussy you have, baby. So wet and filthy.” Taehyung’s voice only sends you more over the edge - his voice so deep and sultry. “All for me, right, baby?”
You nod your head frantically. “Yes, sir.”
“So obedient.”
Taehyung thrusts the toy in and out of you, the vibrating rabbit ears hitting your clit with every thrust inside and he does it just to tease you. Taehyung moves to the side slightly, his eyes turning towards the camera with a satisfied smirk. “Such a pretty little whore. She pretends to be so sweet and loving…but deep down, she just wants to be dominated.”
Taehyung turns back to you, a boxy grin on his lips. It didn’t reach his eyes. No, his eyes were so dark and filled with lust. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yes, sir.” you nod, eyes breaking away from Taehyung’s intense ones.
Taehyung hovered above you, his mouth opening to spit directly onto your wet clit.
You yelp loudly when your stomach stings, Taehyung having slapped you. He does so again and again and again - slapping your thighs, your breast to your face. Your skin is throbbing with the amount of times he struck you, but yet you cannot be upset. The pain feels good against your skin.
“My pretty little whore.”
Taehyung removes the toy from inside of you to slap it against your clit harshly, your juices flowing out of you so beautifully.
Taehyung continues to tap the toy against your clit teasingly and now you’re twitching, eyes fluttering open and close.
“Please, sir…” you beg Taehyung, widening your legs even more. “Please let me cum.”
“Aww…” Taehyung’s free hand slaps your cheek again, the slap echoing in the large room. You moan deeply, and Taehyung only slaps you again. “...such a submissive little whore.”
“Please, sir.” you plead with him - to give you whatever. His slaps brought you great pleasure as the toy did.
Taehyung grips your hair and yanks you forward, pressing you against him like before. “Look at the camera.” Taehyung hisses, his hand - so beautiful and large - slaps against your cheek before.
Your eyes look towards your laptop, the comments coming in fast. You’re unsure how many viewers you had, but you’re positive that they’re increasing as the stream goes on.
Taehyung hooks his arm beneath your right thigh to keep you in place, your leg hiking up to your chest. “Let’s see how much the whore can cum.”
The toy vibrates so loud that your stomach churns with anticipation as Taehyung edges it closer to you. He doesn’t tease you any longer. He presses it firmly against your clit and then dips it inside of you.
“Ah-” your moans are interrupted by Taehyung. He snatches your head, placing his large hand over your lips and nose.
“No talking. Just focus on cumming, whore.” Taehyung hisses. “Look at the camera.”
Taehyung fucks the toy inside of you deeply, his hand on your lips never moving. Your eyes begin to blur, feeling the moisture of your tears coming. The toy is so deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot harshly. Your chest heaves for air, but Taehyung is adamant on not giving you any.
You don’t complain - as sick as it sounds. Anything you did for yourself during your cam shows could never compare to how Taehyung was doing it - you couldn’t wait to go back and watch it, glad that you decided to record this session.
Taehyung is hyper aware right now, even if he does appear to be far gone in his dominant act. He’s waiting for you to shake your head aggressively so he’d stop - but you never do. Your could no longer keep your eyes open and watch the camera as he fucks you - your eyelids are fluttering as he does so. Your toes are curling and he just knows you’re going to cum the hardest you’ve ever had.
Your moans are muffled - more like choked - down in your throat. Your chest heaves for oxygen, but all you can think about is the pleasure building up deep in your core, as does Taehyung. He removes the toy from inside of you just as you’re cumming, your juices spilling all over his bedsheets.
You inhale deeply when your lips and nose are released, the oxygen feeling like an added reward. Your heart is beating outside your chest so rapidly that you’re positive it was going to explode.
“Get on your knees. I’m not done with you just yet.”
Your break is short lived as Taehyung’s hand is already gripping your hair. He yanks you off of his bed entirely and you fall onto your knees. Your eyes stare up at him - so slutty and dumb looking, he thinks, and so beautifully submissive.
You lick your lips as Taehyung’s free hand releases his cock - already erect just for you to suck. Your mouth opens to take him in, but Taehyung slaps you away.
“You whore,” Taehyung hisses. “I didn’t say you could suck it just yet.” he spits.
“Please, sir. Please let me-”
Taehyung presses the tip of his cock inside your mouth. “Shut up.” he scoffs, thrusting himself against your wet tongue. “Look at how desperate she is for a cock. I guess those dildos you fuck yourself with just isn’t enough.”
You hum with satisfaction with having Taehyung’s cock inside of you. His grip in your hair is tighter and he keeps you in place. He goes deeper into your mouth, fully intending on fucking it - and you had every intentions of doing so.
“So slutty.” Taehyung hisses - so slutty and good for him. You’re taking his cock fully now, allowing him to be as rough as he wants. He knows you could take him in your throat, he’s watched you throat-fuck yourself with countless dildos (as requested by a few members).
Your thighs clench together when Taehyung slaps you yet again and you open your mouth wider. Your vision is blurry once more, tears streaming down your face rapidly, but Taehyung doesn’t stop fucking you. No, your tears aren’t going to phase him and the only way he’d stop is if you gave him the signal.
But like before, you never do. Instead, you look up at Taehyung with those eyes - eyes filled with beautiful tears and lust. You wanted him to treat you like a whore off the street. You like the aggression - his cock in your throat, one hand in your hair to keep you in place while the other slaps your cheek harder and harder each time.
“Where should I cum, whore?” Taehyung groans. “Your face? Or should I cum in your throat.”
Your response is muffled, never truly intending on responding to him.
“Your throat?” Taehyung asks, slapping your cheek for a response.
You hum, nodding your head slightly. Your hand grasps his outer thigh to bring him closer to you.
Taehyung groans - such a whore you truly were.
“No,” Taehyung releases his cock from your mouth. You cough, saliva connecting from his cock to your lips. “I’m not cumming anywhere but in your pussy.”
“Y-Yes, sir.” is all you respond with - and it’s the response Taehyung expects.
Another slap sounds on your cheek. It throbs with the amount of times Taehyung has done so, but you don’t care. “Get on the bed.” he commands. “Ass up.”
You comply far too quickly, the thought of being stuffed by him has you wetter than you’ve ever imagined. You never knew Taehyung could be like this - sex while you two dated wasn’t like this. But then again, maybe he was scared that he’d scare you away.
Quite the opposite.
You yelp when your head is shoved into the mattress and your legs are forced apart. Taehyung is beyond you, his tip rubbing along your folds. “She’s so wet.” Taehyung tells the viewers, a slight shudder going through his body. “The type of wet you don’t pull out of.”
Taehyung enters you with one thrust that has you gasping. Taehyung breaks character for a moment, twitching and shuddering at being inside of you. You hear a low “fuck” from behind you that boosts your ego.
Taehyung doesn’t waste time, however, and he begins to fuck you with everything he had. Every frustration he’s dealt throughout the week with is evident in his thrusts. His eyes are focused on the way your ass bounces off of him, a creamy white ring around his cock.
“Feels…so good…” you gasp between words and thrusts, opening your legs even wider if it meant you could have more of Taehyung.
“Yeah?” Taehyung scoffs smugly. He releases his grip on your hair to wrap it around your neck. He hoists you up from the bed. “Pussy still tight even after I fucked you with the toy.”
The semi-new position has Taehyung hitting your g-spot with each thrust.
“You’re clenching your pussy as if you don’t want me to stop.” Taehyung chuckles darkly.
“I don’t.” you admit - because damn could Taehyung fuck good. Was it always this good or was he truly holding back when the two of you dated?
Taehyung groans animalistically. A hand grasps your clit and begins to rub the sensitive bud between his large fingers. “I missed your pussy so much.”
There it was, the switch dimming. Taehyung’s voice is lower, as if speaking to you and you only - not the audience watching.
“Missed your cock, too.” your head leans against him, a long whimper sliding through your lips. You were going to cum again if Taehyung didn’t stop his assault on your clit. “I love the way you fuck me, Tae.”
It’s clear now that you two were forgetting about the camera and the audience watching. It was becoming intimate, you choosing to use his name - but Taehyung didn’t care. The sound of his name coming from your sweet lips - so needily and filled with passion - has a shiver running up his spine.
“Should’ve asked me sooner.” Taehyung grunts, his cock twitching inside of you. “Wouldn’ve fucked you so good.”
“I know.” you respond desperately. “You…can fuck me whenever you want…” you’re cumming. You try to stop Taehyung by grabbing his wrist, but he doesn’t allow you to. He continues to aggressively rub along your clit until your juices are flowing out once more - his sheets were going to be completely soaked, but he didn’t mind.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Taehyung pushes you back against the mattress, still deciding to torture you by rubbing your clit even harder. He thrusts so deep and sloppy, your words getting to him. “Gonna cum in you, baby. I always thought about getting you pregnant.”
You’re so fucked out of it that Taehyung’s words don’t faze you - you even recall the times he told you how he wanted a big family. The breeding kink he was clearly exhibiting was understandable; expected either.
Taehyung swallows, closing his eyes to imagine how you’d look with child - so round and glowing, breast enlarged with milk for the child. “Oh, fuck…” he gasps, cumming right inside of you - so much that it begins to flow out of you and down your thighs.
“You don’t have to pay me, Y/N.”
“But…the views tripled!” you try everything in your power to show Taehyung how much money you and he made for the cam show. “You’re the reason why.”
Hours had gone by and you remained at Taehyung's home. He had been the one to stop the stream - after several rounds - as you were exhausted.
“I’m not taking your money, Y/N. It’ll just go back to you anyways.”
You sigh, forgetting that Taehyung was an ultimate subscriber.
“So,” Taehyung begins. “do we need to have the awkward conversation now or later?”
You closed your laptop and turned towards Taehyung fully. “What do you want to do?”
“What do you want to do?” Taehyung reverses the question back at you. He would be fine with whatever you chose - casual sex or the rough kind. Even if this was a one time thing, he would respect it.
You glance away when you grow hot under his gaze.
“I want to do it again.” you murmur. “Even if it’s not for anyone else to see.”
Taehyung licks his lips. “I’d like that, too.” he says softly. “So…does that make us friends with benefits?”
You shrug your shoulders. You didn’t need to have a label on whatever you and Taehyung were doing. You cared for him just as he cared for you - and after he fucked you so good, there was no going back to just friends.
Taehyung hums. “My little whore.” he says jokingly, just to get a rise out of you. He grasps your hand in his own and presses a single kiss on it. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
#bts smut#bangtanwritershq#btsmasterlist2022#btswritersclub#bangtan smut#taehyung x reader#taehyung smut#v smut#v x reader#bangtanwriters net#btswriterscollective#btswritingcafe#explicit-tae#v-day special#valentine's day masterlist#trivia-yandere valentine's day masterlist#bts fwb#taehyung fwb
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blue: " do you have favorite editors? is there any specific reasoning for your choosing? "
this is a tricky one since i'm horrible at expressing my gratitude but I WILL TRY!
(also if you're not in this list please don't take it too harshly!! it's 4am and i don't think i could think up everyone)
@plecakism!!! liam has been one of my inspirations since i've started posting on tumblr, one of the first ever events i did was one of his! it was really cool to win his events and i still love staring the prizes i've gotten from that. liam's edits are always so nice to stare at and i hope he gets a billion kazillion followers
@llocket!! MY BOYFRIEND!! obviously he's my favouritest ever editor because i am his #1 FAN!!!! i love the way he edits things, it's so sophisticated and cool- i also love how he does text layouts for things like rentry and discord about me's (i love him a lot 😍)
@necroangelz! proud to say that i am an og-ish moonlight follower, the improvement i've seen is CRAAAZY WILD like oh my god idol just keeps getting better and better at editing?? how??
@kiochisato-pufferfish20240406 (wtf is that username kio)
i haven't interacted with kio but i do look up to her edits a lot, the colouring, the composition, the creativity is so awesome to stare at, i wish i wasn't so shy to actually send a few asks or something since bow seems really nice to talk to
@pwupsicle! I CANT BELIEVE I WASNT FOLLOWING THIS ACCOUNT BEFORE I SWEAR TO GOD I DID IT LMAFGHO.. but oh my god i've seen his psds a lot in the purrfect tale discord and they all deadass make me wanna learn photopea JUST to use them
@cactiflowering! fellow glass animals enjoyer so instantly one of my favourite editors. /hj
seriously though i've always found squid's edits so satisfying and lovely to stare at, also his colouring is sSOOOO GOOD? PJ <MY GOD?
@ideallyadored! although we haven't talked much i do look at what they say on purrfect tale and he's SOOO based, i look up to how they speak her mind because i'm pretty timid and keep to myself most of the time, anyway i do also love their edits- they're always so clean and neat and the colouring always slaps
phew that was a lot sorry LMAOFH
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any tips on making moodboards? I been trying & am not very good lol
*cracks knuckles* boy oh boy do I have some tips! or more like a walkthrough i guess?
The first step is to find a good app. I've found InShot to be simple to use (for photos, collages, and videos.) It's available on both android and apple, and while there is a paid version [which takes away ads, gives a few bonus filters, and removes the watermark from video files,] I've found it works just as well to use the paid version. It allows for many different layouts and canvas sizes, and up to nine images.
Next, find images! Think about what kind of moodboard you want to make, and think of some things that are iconic for it. For example, a Wonderland themed moodboard might include clocks and mushrooms and teacups, while a Rapunzel themed moodboard might include flower crowns and chalk drawings. I've found the best way to find an image to use is to google "[thing] aesthetic" or "[color] [thing] aesthetic." I've also found it can give the eye a nice break to include textures, like "[color] crochet blanket texture" or "wooden plank texture aesthetic." It gives your moodboards an almost palpable feel when put together properly.
Once you've found all the images you need, compile them into one image using the collage function on the app. Be sure to pick a layout and size you like. A basic 3 by 3 square is typical, but you can expand beyond that! Some layouts might even let you make some images cut off on the diagonal, or make one image larger than another. Also, this isn't insta; there's no law saying your moodboards have to be square- you could even make them the right size for a phone/computer wallpaper! Make sure to use the in-app crop feature to custom crop them so they're focused on exactly the part of the image you want them to be on. It also helps to rearrange images with a little symmetry (balancing similar colors, shapes, or patterns in opposite corners, thematic elements on opposite sides, ext.)
Next, edit each image. Yes, all of them. Yes, individually. No, don't just slap a filter on it. Trust me, this is so worth it! Here's a before and after of a moodboard's editing phase:
Find whatever "adjust" button your application uses (on inshot it just says "adjust)" and then tap the individual image. Play around with the sliders until you get the look you want for it. This is probably the most time-consuming part of the process, but trust me, it's worth it! The unique, custom filtering of each image will make a difference.
I recommend playing around with the sliders until you find the ones you feel most comfortable with. I tend to use sharpen, vignette (VERY sparingly!) hue, saturation, tint (usually just for green or purple moodboards) warmth (especially for red, orange, or blue moodboards,) contrast, and lightness.
Once you've edited all the images in your moodboard, tap "save" to download it.
Now, most people would be finished right now, but not us! One of my top secrets to making moodboards is, once you've made your moodboard, edit the whole entire thing together- again, using the adjust sliders instead of filters. Editing the whole thing at once adds this rich, uniform feel to it, making it one collage instead of a bunch of images. As an example, here's a moodboard I've made, before and after the bonus filtering:
Another thing I wanna say: whether you're posting on tumblr, insta, or pinterest (or all three, as I do, because I have too much free time,) you can always add alt text! Accessibility should be the standard, and when you add alt text, blind/vision impaired people who use screenreaders can know what your moodboard's about! If you don't know what to write in the alt text box, click the "alt" button on the above images, and you can read the description I used and base it off that!
Lastly, have fun! If moodboards aren't fun for you, don't feel pressured to make them! If you get a request for one you don't want to make, you're totally cool to deny it. Have a blast, babe!
#kazzy's moodboards#kazzy's guide to life#digital editing#moodboards#tutorials#tricks and tips#how to make a moodboard#aesthetic
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Question about your sona (specifically the usage of Emmental Catalepsy [also sweet, MRD OST slaps]), would the chart follow a similar layout to the one from Hard Mode in MRD? Or would it be something different?
Either way, cool design as well
oh hey! i actually just uploaded the level, you can try out its bare bones version here! i had originally intended for jay to look like her patient form, but i was so impatient to get it in the hands of people to play test so i just used the doctor jay sprites i had ahahaha
i had wanted for there to be more visual distractions, but 1) im sleepy and my adderall buff is usually 0nly in effect for 3 hours max and 2) i got impatient and didn't want to wait til i sprited a whole new set of sprites of patient jay LMAO
maybe if it doesn't pass PR i'll take the time to get more sprites done. i have been thinking a lot about it. maybe i'll make an art of this level?
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This might sound weird but...
I want to hear more unhinged train rants. Please provide your answers to the following questions:
Your favourite train model.
Detailed information about the model you chose for question 1.
You 100% have a model train set in your basement. Please provide pictures and nerdy ramblings.
Ever thought about writing an IF set fully on a train? I think you'd knock it out of the park.
That is all. Thank you.
Ah, someone who enjoyed the train rant in the demo. I appreciate you, Anon.
And no, no no, it isn't weird, in fact I find it flattering!
Fun fact, that train rant is 742 words, which is just over 0.5% of the total current word count! But, onto the questions.
Easy, BR Standard Class 9F 2-10-0 Steam Locomotive. Although a close second is the Pere Marquette 1255, but that's just me being nostalgic for a Christmas movie.
While yes, the models used on the Shinkansen lines, (such as the N700S Enu-Nanahyakuesu series, which is the train the MC rides in Act one), I am and always will be a sucker for the steam trains over modern electric trains.
Main reason, the big smokestack. Now I know, I know, environmental pollution and all that, but you can't deny how cool they look, as well as acting as a visual signifier of an approaching train from a distance. Second, the whistle. Ohhhh the whistle. Modern trains have whistles, yes, but they are more akin to the horns on cars than traditional train whistles. There's just something distinct about them, but I love the noises. (I may or may not listen to distant steam train noises on youtube while trying to sleep.)
Also, the bell. Of course, not every model had a bell, but they might as well have done. When you think of trains, there's a good chance you associate them with bells, and for good reason.
Finally, the chugging of the wheels as they move along the tracks is iconic, and frankly one of my favourite noises.
Ah, went off on a bit of a tangent, should've been justifying my choice of specific train model, rather than steam trains as a whole.
The 9F Steam Locomotive was the last steam locomotive designed and constructed by British Railways during the 1950's. It was also one of the most powerful steam engines ever built.
I love this model because the front of the locomotive has these side plates, which to me, looks cute because it looks like it's trying to hide it's face because it's shy.
The picture above is actually the last of the 9F classes to ever be constructed, The Evening Star, which was the last steam engine ever constructed by British Railways, and is on display at the National Railway Museum in York. I went there once, and ooh boy lemme tell you I spent ages there. My friends had to physically drag me out of the building. Slight side note though, why does the museum, which is British, have a coach from a Hikari-model shinkansen? The British Museum struck again.
Another reason I like the 9F class is because of it's versatility, which by that I mean that it was run as both passenger trains and freight trains. While they were originally designed as freight trains, some madlad decided to slap some passenger coaches on, and found that it worked wonders! Though if you ask me, it should've been a no-brainer that the most powerful engine you ever built would be a good versatile model.
I suppose by doing that I actually answered question 2 as well. huh. Although, I suppose I didn't go into details about the technical stuff, so here we go.
2)
The full name is the BR Standard Class 9F 2-10-0. All steam locomotive classes conceptualised by British Rail had a 6 digit code after their official name. This code tells you the number and layout of the wheels on the locomotive. For the 9F, you have two tiny wheels at the front with a radius of 3 feet, known as the leading wheels, made to help the train around corners and bends in the track, and then 10 MASSIVE wheels, which provide most of the acceleratory power, and are 5 feet in radius.
Traditionally, the wheels near the back of the locomotive were smaller, but the 9F had massive wheels across the entire length, meaning the rear grate had to be set higher than was standard. This had the effect of a smaller firebox than on other models, which meant that the stoker had to shovel coal more frequently in order to keep up maximum fuel efficiency in the steam engine. There is a reason most standard locomotives had a wheel map of 4-6-2.
There are 9 9F, (probably not intentional) that survived the scrap, and are in use in various locations across the UK. We have the aforementioned 92220 "Evening Star" on display at the National Railway musuem, but there are a few being used for other reasons.
In operation at Tourist Destinations/Steam Heritage Railway sites.
92134 (In service at the North Yorkshire Moors Heritage Railway. It is however missing it's original tender, which has been replaced with one from a class 5 73050.)
92203 "Black Prince" (In service at the North Norfolk Railway.)
92214 (In service at the Great Central Heritage Railway.)
Non Operational:
92207 "Morning Star" (This one is in a bit of a sad state. It is literally just a scrap piece of metal tube, which really has no business being called a train. Some dedicated people are trying to restore it to pristine condition, however.)
92212 (In service at the Mid Hants Heritage Railway until December 2019, when it's boiler ticket expired. Is currently being stored at the site.)
92219 (Being stored at the Strathspey Heritage Railway, and is awaiting Restoration. Poor guy is covered in grime, really needs a wash.)
92220 "Evening Star" (On display at the National Railway Museum in York.)
92240 (Is undergoing restoration at the Bluebell Heritage Railway site.)
92245 (Sadly, is being marked for scrap, and will bring the total survivors down to 8. The boiler is going to be given to 92212, which is a prime example of sharing is caring.)
3. I'M SORRY NO I DON'T. IF I DID I WOULD 100% BE CONSTANTLY SHOWING IT OFF.
But, it is definitely on my list of things I want in the future. Just couldn't afford one at the moment, unfortunately.
4. Oh, funny story that. I actually have, several times. While working on Onryo, I have had that itch of wanting to also have a second project. But I would not want to work on more than 2, as at that point I think it would just become excessive, and I doubt they would ever be finished.
So I did have 2 concepts that I couldn't decide on, which I posted on the Choice Of Games forum a few months ago. I'll link it below.
https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/interest-check-thread/39424/5922?u=leinco
I have since decided on the concept of Broken Rails, and will devote myself to writing the first chapter once I have completed act 2 of Onryo. From that point, I will alternate between the two, writing a chapter for each, then switching, until both are done.
I have considered making a tumblr page for it, but I don't want to do anything like that until I have a demo ready, so I have held off.
Bonus fact about Broken Rails - the train you are on is a Class 9F! Because of the apocalyptic setting, electric trains are a no-go.
That is all, you have reached the light at the end of the tunnel. Or is it an approaching train?
#the onryō of osaka#choicescript#dashingdon#if wip#interactive fiction#trains#steam train#steam locomotive
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reilliane- RELI- alternate universe where Kazuha actually buries his wanderlust under the dirt and enjoys life with v!mc(who obv knows what kazuha’s doing and subtly makes him wander out abit more by sending him on errands.) for a few years, but every kazuha must submit to their desire to wander.
or, or — now this one is albedo—, rhinedottir actually made 2 prototypes. the first being a female one she created as a test and pretty much made on a whim(this one was co-created by alice. rhine did all the alchemic-sciency-frankenstien things while alice created the look and gave them a name[rhine wanted to just name her ‘prototype #1 ; test’ and alice went “NOPE :D!” slams a sheet of paper with names listed on it onto the table, “Pick a name, any name! All are lovely!”[i imagine she says it like those circus ppl who are like, advertising their show or smth].). the second (primodial) being a male and being, basically the ground layout for her most prized possession, albedo.
Both of them ([name] <- bc w/ this i dont read ‘yen’ & primodial guy) being thrown away and fed to durin</3. They both aid each other in leaving the (now dead) dragon’s stomach. Primodial goes on a path of inferiority complex and revenge or smth, while [name] just lives life🤷♀️. She bumps into Albedo — he legitimately froze when he saw her, he had seen his master’s notes and drawings of her previous two ‘failed’ homunculi. he thought that they were.. well, dead though. but then again he had gone through the whole ‘who’s who?’ fiasco with his bitter imposter. — and just smiles, tilting her head to the side and her eyes, though dull and emotionless, carry a familiar sparkle from his new family. “albedo” she says his name with an unsure voice, eyes never leaving his almost as if she was inspecting him. “was it? sorry, i wasnt exactly around when master planned you.”
Albedo flinches and immediately covers her mouth with his hands. To outsiders, an uncharacteristic move. To her and whomever may know of their origins, a panicked and fearful move desperate to keep it under the rug. “Sorry.” She removes his hands, “Let’s talk in that freezer-lab, yeah?”
-🦧i just love that albedo brainrot and i tried writing a fic outta it in my own blog but just ended up posting a wip😔 anyway, [Name] is alice’s ‘first’ daughter. So big sister![Name] and little brother!Albedo(+primodial) and little sister!Klee :DD (also, also, maybe [name] has a bit of alice’s personality). Mm, bed time for real now.
Kazuha sacrificing his desire to wander (albeit for a short while) in order to just live life with MC :((( my hart, my hART
Ofc MC's still aware that Kazuha probably wants to wander n all, I like to think she hints that her bro can do as he wishes. She'll be fiiiiiine~
When the time comes that Kazu prolly does want to go, he'll invite nee-san the same way he did in Resolve. Cause cmon, MC may not have a vision but she has a superpower and that's called being a nee-san-/SLAPPED
aw, kazu hungry? no worries, she can whip up a feast even out in the wild.
is that a hilichurl about to smack him?? pUNCH ‾͟͟͞(((ꎤˋ⁻̫ˊ)—̳͟͞͞o
the prICE For THiS ProDUcT Is maDLy HIgh? She didnt learn all those lessons for nothing, she about to talk business with a 🤗🤗 face
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(i felt that reading y/n as 'yen' LMAO though in my case i read it yin JSDHAJKDHAS)
that idea is cool! just albedo gaping like "omygo i heard about you sis"
imagine primordial just showing up to enact revenge and instead finds his twin with albedo lmao 😭💀
he's like, unleashing this elsa snowstorm then sees MC along with the group and then trying to take it bacK LIKE:
"YAW WHAT THE SHUCK ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE??? GET BACK HERE WOMAN THIS INSTANT"
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Batfam and what adult cartoons I they would watch-
Dick- def related to Moral Oral. A little boy with a verbaly abusive father???? a family falling apart???? Unpacking trauma and kids living up to, and past their parents?? a whole town of people with their own problems acting like they're perfect and never do anything wrong?? Dick probably ate that shit up! He probably thought everyone related to it so heavily until Donna tricked him into talking about his problems out loud and he realized he was in fact not normal.
Jason- Tuca and Bertie, it's a more real and mostly feel good show, with a underling feminist meaning. He probably really likes Tuca thinking she's really cool and a outstanding character with great development. He definitely made Roy watch it before patrols. Roy probably cares less about the show and cares more about watching something with Jason. (Roy probably likes Aqua team hunger force and Southpark mans is a hillbilly in and out) Jay def quotes the show almost religiously.
Tim- probably loves Family Guy, he's the kinda guy to explain every joke and act as if it's modern day art and noone knows if he's being ironic or not. His fav character is Meg. When he gets mad at Kon (or just to fuck with him) he explains episodes of the show in morbid detail and Kon probably crys. He tried doing it with Cassie and instead of cowering like Kon she started explaining how the show was modern philosophy, and in that moment he had to rethink if he was in love with another one of his best friends.
Stephanie- She likes Southpark but she only likes it for the characters, her favorites gags being the ones in earlier seasons where the kids misunderstand things cuz yk there kids. Her favorites usually be Wendy or Butters. She thinks it's really good satire 75% of the time but her favorite episodes are probably more character driven ones, or any with Butters as a lead.
Cass- Happy Tree Friends, she didn't know much English when she came to the manor so slap stick humor with cute little animals, she loved it!! Everyone else thought it would have a negative effect on her, but she thought it was just cute and wholesome because the characters never stayed dead and always came back. And that feeling of missing object permanence, and actions always being undone and going back to the status quo made her feel better. She now knows it's really dark and very controversial, but the layout of every episode being almost the same makes her feel in control and she still goes back and rewatches her favorite episodes after a bad day. Also she enjoys the looks she gets when she states it as her favorite show.
Damian- thinks that all the shows above are very stupid and childish and he will only watches animes, thought I would imagine most of them do get pretty dark. He never lets anyone know this ofc, only Dick and maybe Steph knew the truth. He talks a big game about hating animated content but it's all bs. He watches Rom with Steph, and the heavy gore shit with Dick (tho in all honesty he wishes Dami would find something else to watch, he just goes along with it to hang out with the kid.) Damian probably also watched like terribly bad animes with Stephanie.
Bruce- BoJack Horsemen is a story about a middle aged man who knows he needs to change but never dose, He had a tragic backstory and continues hurting everyone around him, Being stuck in a self cycle of hurting himself and loved ones. Bruce probably sobbed multiple times while watching the show. And probably called Dick like nine times telling dick how great it was. (Probably taking awhile to see why Dick suggested it to him.) Eventually I imagine the show helps him realize he needs a more healthy relationship with himself and the people around him. Probably quoting the show for helping him realize his self toxic traits.
#bruce wayne#damian wayne#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#dick grayson#tim drake#jason todd#not proof read#also probably sounds self important idk#shit posting#adult entertainment#but like not in the 18+ way#but like says fuck in cartoon way
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I swear your commentary on posts is hilarious af 🤣☠️ These video and photo edits are so cool too. Is there a reason why you don’t post more to Twitter (not that you have to, just an observation)? Thanks for everything
Hey 👋🏾💜 Thank you for the kind words. Y’all need to stop gassing me up. My dad jokes/ corniness will know no end lol.
With my Twitter page, sometimes I question whether or not people think I’m stealing work from this Tumblr page bc both my pfp and handles are not the same 🥲 I made my twt before I made this side blog so the handle and pic was a quick “slap together” choice. The phrase “be f*cking for real” is too funny to me so I just ran with it. And then my brain was completely uncreative and was like “namor-shuri” will do rofl. Hopefully people understand by now that I’m the same person, but alas.
To answer your question, I think it’s broken up into two parts. One chunk of it is that I rant A LOT so this platform makes it easier for me to do so while also being creative with color fonts and all that jazz. I also just love the freedom of layouts and stuff like that. From a creative perspective, of course it doesn’t help that Tumblr messes with quality but what I lose in quality, I gain in possibilities [I swear I don’t work for Tumblr and this is not me promoting them rofl].
The other half of the pie is the stark difference of engagement on Twitter vs Tumblr, in my personal experience thus far. Like I said, I made my Twitter first back in late December of last year. It was kind of a random decision but once I realized I was super into the Namor x Shuri ship, I wanted to engage with the fandom more directly and pour into it. Since then, I’ve been able to have a lot of fun with making different artworks, edits, videos, playlists, you name it! Ya girl has been BUSY to say the least lol And what’s been dope is that this fandom has been a fun outlet outside of my professional artwork and stuff like that. All that being said, what slowly became apparent to me was that I wasn’t feeling as included or apart of the fandom as I initially hoped I would. I would try and engage with people or joke here and there and most of what I would get back was crickets, whether it would be on my own posts or my commentary on others. And to be fair, I know it takes time for people to get to know you and build community but it just felt slightly strange. Especially when I would see new pages pop up and everyone would immediately flock to engage with them. I say this to say that absolutely NO ONE owes you anything in life so to be upset that someone isn’t your friend [whether it’s in person or online] is a human experience but you have to understand that not everyone is going to jell with you. There are billions [billions? *does quick google search] of people on this planet. Someone is bound to hate you, while another will worship the floor you walk on. Someone’s going to think you’re okay, while you being your raw and authentic self makes another person’s day. It’s nothing personal. It’s simply a numbers game. So inherently I understood that but it still hurt the 3 year old in me that was just trying to make friends at the playground, you know? lmao But I think what set it off was when I would look up and then see my edits used for people’s banners, fan art, post ideas, etc without asking me or giving me any credit knowing that they also aren’t following me or even engaging with me in any way. It still wasn’t cool but I think what would have made the whole thing feel a little different is if I was more “in the group” but because I’ve been on the outskirts the majority of the time, it just made it sting that much more.
Then I started to get slightly paranoid and wondered if I was missing something. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something that was off? I felt like a message was being sent and that confused the hell out of me [and lowkey still does]. BUT SOB STORY ASIDE lol I brushed my shoulder off, switched gears and thought “f*ck it, let me make my own side blog and do my thing on there” and that worked for me! I got traction after that, people were responding to my stuff and throwing in their own ideas/commentary/analysis etc. I felt like I could engage with people more, even with the limitations Tumblr puts on side blogs. And just the whole vibe overall started to feel really f*cking good. The funny thing too is that I’ve noticed that a lot of Twitter is on here and vice versa so it’s the same folks but for some reason I think this platform has opened up more possibilities for engagement in my experience. Twitter lends to a wider audience than Tumblr unfortunately but I’ve accepted my humble abode on here.
This rant is getting super long so I’ll end with this; I have nothing against the Nashuri fam on Twitter. Just because I’m not necessarily apart of the “crew” doesn’t mean that I don’t find everyone hilarious or amazing in any way. If you think I’m funny anon, you need to read what these girls say because it is SUPERB *chefs kiss* The talent from artworks to fics to think pieces and everything in between is incredible and oozes from that community. But for me, I think I just haven’t found my footing or people over there and as much as it’s been a bummer, I’m still going to be on there to support the dope stuff that comes out of it. I also want to say that just because this has been my experience doesn’t mean it will be yours. I fully encourage you to branch out on different platforms and try and engage with as many people as possible [fandom or not]. I think I just got my finger burned once and immediately gave up rofl. One of the biggest blessings that have come out of the Nashuri fandom in general is it’s vast bipoc community. As a black woman myself, I haven’t experienced this level of inclusivity when it comes to race, gender, language, culture, ages etc in other fandoms. It’s beautiful and I will always be thankful for that.
I also want to drive home that everyone needs to find what works for them. You owe yourself that. If you feel like your aren’t getting what you desire out of Instagram, move to Twitter and see what happens. If Twitter isn’t cutting it, move to Discord. Move to Tumblr, you name it! I think that move for me made a HUGE difference and honestly made me feel better about being in this fandom in the first place. And also this just goes for life in general but just because you might not feel included somewhere doesn’t mean you or the place is a problem. You might just need some scenery change.
Ps: If you are in the fandom and are on Twitter, definitely hit me up and add me! I would love to be mutuals. I’ve seen some familiar accounts from Twitter add me on here and vice versa and it’s been really cool. I appreciate the blogs that engage with me on there and all that jazz. I’ve never had a Twitter before so I’m lowkey new to that world still but grandma’s getting the hang of it slowly but surely.
Thank you 💘
#nashuri#we just got a letter#I realized this is the first time I’ve actually put this feeling into words#I was really thinking about this question like wait why don’t I post on twt more lmao#nothing on the twt girlies#y’all are bad bitches#I’m just clearly not in the squad#and thats okay 🤷🏾♀️#you win some you lose some
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Rise of the Beasts Concerns
So we're now a scant 3 weeks away from "Rise of the Beasts" and I wanted to just layout some concerns I had.
Overall the Michael Bay Transformers are my guilty pleasure movies. With the exception MAYBE the first movie, they're dumb, obnoxious, and trying parse out the interconnected plot would make you go insane as to how any of Megatron's 5 schemes throughout the series can coexist. But that being said, I find all of them - except "The Last Knight" - entertaining.
Nonetheless, "Bumblebee" was a huge step forward in terms of better writing, pacing, and characterisation, and while ostensibly a remake of the 2007 film, it was a positive new direction for the series.
What I'm seeing from "Rise of the Beasts" has me worried they did not take any of those lessons forward. Much as it looks like the Maximals will actually be featured more integrally to the plot vs how the Dinobots were used in "Age of Extinction", I still think they will be largely left without much characterisation, save Primal.
However, my bigger concern is what the trailers show of the final battle. Instead of heading down the "Bumblebee" route of smaller, more personal stakes - ideally in my mind having the antagonists be the Beast Era Predacons or similar - they seem to have not only gone back to the HUGE WARZONE BATTLE finale of Bayverse 1 through 5, but they have doubled down by shoving Unicron into the mix. Yes, Unicron - sort of - played a role in the Beast Wars s1 finale, but he's largely divorced from Beast lore. Furthermore, as well as the 'peril fatigue' settling in over countless end of the world scenarios (which it's worth pointing out, was fairly rare in both G1 and Beast Wars outside of season finales), introducing an antagonist as famous and powerful as Unicron seems like a misstep when the film is a prequel to TF2007.
I am also a little wary of the human characters. Anthony Ramos in particular seems to be channeling the same kind of sweaty, motormouth, reluctant hero energy as Shia LaBeouf from TF1-4. Who was fine enough for those films but I want to see more than what we already have out of the human characters if they insist on continuing to feature them prominently in these movies.
Not really narrative related but I also don't like that Prime has a face again. Now, I actually was one of the few people to like him having a face in the Bayverse, I think it's a cool design. The problem here is that they kept the same face, more or less, but the head is different. It was designed to fit on a long thing face and had extra greebling over the cheeks to accentuate that shape. Here it's slapped on his G1 aesthetic redesign and doesn't fit with the boxy square head, especially without the cheek thingies.
I really hope I'm proven wrong, really, so badly, but I am going to go in with very low expectations, if only to protect myself from harm.
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Futaba-Vanilla
TMI, Akechi. No one wants or needs to know how sweaty you get. That just goes to show you that Akechi doesn't know how to talk to people his age. Either that or he's flirting with Ren in an odd way.
Unvoiced conversation.
Unvoiced conversation.
Unvoiced conversation.
Unvoiced conversation.
Akechi's as suspicious as he is cute.🥰🥰
Unvoiced conversation.
Ren's just letting her hug his leg. At least in the anime, he had a cute/dumb look on his face.
"You're a hacker, show yourself"! What does Ann think the word hacker means?
Unvoiced conversation.
That scene's funny in the anime. I don't want to think about where the air comes from when Morgana's a car.
Ryuji needs to learn subtlety. Has he never seen boobs before?
Sliding down the sand path is so fun.😀😀
"It was a great view". Ryuji you're going to get slapped.
Unvoiced conversation.
I think in the anime she blacks out like half of Tokyo.
Unvoiced conversation.
Unvoiced conversation.
This is much less irritating than the Furfrou chase in XY.
Unvoiced conversation.
Unvoiced conversation.
That's pretty cool that Morgana can be the Navi in his sleep.
Different layout.
Without the grappling hook. You have to do a lot of jumping and flipping. I hate the sound of falling sand. It sounds like snakes. I hate snakes.
I like how Ren has to be in front of the door handle to use it. You always move to in front of it no matter where you hit it from.
Wait, you can grab two gems at once? I grab one, use it and come back for the other.
Yeah, the weird hip movements comes from Vanilla.
I see where the first grapple point would be.
I hate Anubis.
Different layout.
There used to be an enemy there?
Do guns not work in this game? Or is this guy not upgrading his equipment?
I hate the stupid book monkey.
Different sound for the mummies coming out.
I see where the first Will Seed goes.
Stupid sliding puzzles.
Unvoiced conversation.
Why is there a penguin in the picture?
I hate how the safe room switches sides.
Different brick breaking sound.
They changed the pronunciation of Shiisaa. She-Sha to She-Sha-Sa.
Different kick noise.
I hate the binary puzzle.
I see where the second Will Seed goes.
I love how he solves problems with kicking. 😍😍😋😋
Unvoiced conversation.
I just realized how short Futaba's palace is. Even with the Will Seeds added.
Royal added the X over the people you can't pass the baton to.
You get multiples of things from smashies?
Unvoiced conversation.
The mice are so cute.
I can see where the third Will Seed goes.
Unvoiced conversation.
Unvoiced conversation.
Ren dodge rolls?
Queen's necklace used to be weak to gun? In Royal, it's weak to Psychic. And Kor-I-Noor is weak to gun.
Also I've never seen a Treasure Demon with mixed skills. Or one with healing skills.
Are Ryuji and Yusuke that bored on summer vacation that they just randomly decide to come over?
Unvoiced conversation.
Unvoiced conversation.
I love how there'll be a couple unvoiced scenes then a voiced one and vice versa.
I like how in the anime, Ren's like "Uh, no".
Royal added the auto on button on the screen.
Did you really used to have to fight enemies on the way up?
So, Treasure Demons on Merciless in Strikers follow Vanilla rules?
I like Royal's way of travel.
Ren being all dramatic and cute.🥰🥰
I love how her headphones change.
She doesn't protect you against Spinix Swipe?
Does a team member being tired affect the chance of the Batista hitting?
No questions. Not too much is different. Minus the fight. Prefer Royal.
That scene is too sad to replay.
Hey, look Ren actually has facial expressions. All joking aside he really does need to react more.
I hope Ann's strapped in. She just throws him. 🤣🤣
Takemi doesn't even notice the talking cat. 🤣🤣
Futaba routinely goes into a coma, don't worry. 🤣🤣 I love this arc.
Yusuke doesn't have a steady hand? But he's an artist. That's why I don't do stuff that requires me to hold things still. Because my hands shake a bit.
Sweet you get your day back.
Unvoiced conversation.
Unvoiced conversation.
That phone call in Kawakami's link, where they ask "is this --"? It took me a couple tries to continue. I thought it was some kinda trick to get you arrested.
I don't think I've ever gotten the invite to watch Like A Dragon with Makoto. 😮😮 That's because in Royal she invites you to the planetarium.
So they made Makoto even more nosy. Which makes me like her even less.
Sure, Ren run with a cat in your bag. See how that works for ya.
I think we should've left Eiko alone.
I love how you can just fast travel from your room and ignore your friend.🤣🤣
Some of Ren's choices are why I want him voiced more. Some of the options are wild.
I wouldn't doubt Yusuke sees all kinds of hallucinations. Considering he doesn't eat properly.
I love how you can just kick your friends out. I never had the heart to kick them out, so I always did something with them.
They added a question to Hifumi's R. 1.
Mishima 🙄🙄
Does anybody actually use the -- Wall moves. I always found them to be useless.
So Mishima-Harajuku became Ann-Meiji.
There is a Harajuku meeting in Royal. But it's Ryuji who tells you that you have to go make sure Mishima doesn't do something stupid. Ann comes too.
I've gotten texts to go to the movies with Yusuke, but at night, not day.
Fuu-Ki has a face? I always thought it was blank. Also, he has a giant knife as a weapon.
So they moved Ann-Meiji up in Royal where it replaces Mishima-Harajuku. I've tried to get that meeting for like 2 or 3 playthroughs. Either Takemi is too high or it's raining. I wonder if the dialogue changes in Royal.
"Fist of Justice"! was added in Royal.
I love how Sojiro doesn't question the packages you get.
I love how Morgana's like. "I think it's too early for a bath. Let's come back at night". Guess Ren showers at night. I mean he does canonically like to sleep in. So that makes sense.
200 Yen to wash clothes? I think I have to pay 400 Yen.
I love how Ryuji's like oh, yeah you're probably broke. 🤨🤨 Like dude, do you know how much money I have?
You don't get extra burgers from completing each rank of the challenge?
Small text addition to Chihaya's R.7.
Man, it takes forever to get Affinity Reading. At least they moved it up two ranks in Royal.
I think they added more romance flags for Takemi.
What is with the writing and the word comrade? It's in both the English and Japanese ver. I feel like they've moved to Russia.
Futaba's finally up from her month-long coma.🥳🥳
The cat talks *shrugs* Futaba goes right along with it.
We cleaned her room. 🤨🤨 How long did that take? Back to sleep.🤣
You used to be able to work in the day and evening at the flower shop.
#persona 5#tag game#long post#headcanon#Vanilla-Royal#4/7#I messed up and posted Futaba before Kanoshiro#so while the number is right#the order posted is not
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A Shifter’s Dream
(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter N’Doul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w caution
TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)
“-Mama, Mama!” Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?” Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you.
Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, “Look! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasn’t sold it, so she said she’d give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said she’d put him down if he wasn’t sold,” Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesn’t seem to have the heart to tell you ‘no’ at that moment.
She sighs, weighing her options. You’re already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her part…
“I suppose that’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll take care of him!” You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face.
“I promise! I promise!” You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, “Thank you, Mama!”
The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, “Good. Now, let’s go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.”
Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunny’s proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named N’Doul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements.
The bun listens intently to what you’re saying, relishing your gentle hold around him.
He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate.
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Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. You’d recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college.
Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult.
The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day!
But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, “‘Doul, what the heck man!” You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, “You’re not a baby anymore, bubs, you can’t just pee on me!” The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, he’s able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if you’re not already carrying him.
Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, “It’s okay, ‘Doul, I’m just gonna clean myself off, okay?” Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, “Maybe I should shower now, since I’m already here…” You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot.
Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, “What the fuck? Are you serious, N’Doul?!” Annoyed with the way he’s suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, “That’s not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.”
Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside.
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Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big!
“N’Doul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?” Deeming your bunny’s safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel.
You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere!
So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man who’s humping into your previously used panties, “Who the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!” Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel.
A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, “Don't be like that, Love. Your N’Doul only getting myself ready for you.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?” He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction.
“I’m your bunny, (Your Name). I’m N’Doul.”
“The hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!” He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. They’re the same milky white your bun has, “I-I’m warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!”
He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, “I’m not going to hurt you- I wouldn’t be a good mate if I did.”
Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you.
A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the man’s hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, “Open the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!” He sounds angry, and when you don’t respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam.
Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, “I-I don’t want to! Get out of my house!”
With one last mighty slam, the humanized N’Doul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, he’s completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, “Don’t cry, Love. Now that you’re considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.”
To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, “No! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, it’s weird!” He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it.
You try to round his form, almost making it to what’s left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit.
“Shh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives,” He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets.
His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible.
“You’ll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,” His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream.
He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible,
Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately.
“Fuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. It’s like it knows I’m going to pump you full of kits,” He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But it’s not enough. N’Doul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, “My perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!”
Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you.
“We’re not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?”
#yandere n'doul#yandere n'doul x reader#n'doul x reader#jjba x reader#yandere jjba#yandere jjba x reader#yandere jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo's bizarre adventure x reader#yandere jojo
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Within the Forest
part two of the vampire!Hisoka story
Part 1
Warnings: threats of violence, graphic depictions of violence, blood, gore, graphic imagery, death, noncon, slapping, reader does not have a good time
Some time had passed since Hisoka had taken you. Whether it was days or weeks you weren't sure, all you knew was that time was steadily passing as the bites on your wrist and neck healed and the bruise on your lower back slowly faded away.
You weren't sure where exactly he had taken you, either. When you awoke, you found yourself in a cold room with stone walls and a solid wood flooring. Parts of it were crumbling away and the draft in the room was horrible, and all he had left you with to fight it with was an old bed and a thin blanket.
At first you had thought that the window in the room was a small blessing, something to keep you connected to the outside world, but when the first night in that room came it was anything but. Noises from the forest traveled up, the sounds of otherworldly things assaulting your ears and keeping you from sleeping. More often than not, you would hear the sounds of creatures fighting, with one of them eventually being defeated, and then you needed to suffer through their cries as the victor tore them apart with no remorse. After the end of those ordeals you always found yourself grateful that the room was so high up and they couldn't get to you. You had once ventured over, peeking over the window sill to see what you could, and you found several pairs of glowing eyes staring up at you. You heard them begin to chatter and you had never moved faster in your life, dashing from the window and into the corner where the bed sat. It felt like you were a child again, hiding under the cover while holding the pillow firmly over your head to try and block out the sounds they were making.
And then there was Hisoka.
On your first day in that prison, you threw the food he had brought you while you demanded he let you go. He easily dodged the bowl you threw at his head and left without a word, locking the old wooden door behind him. He didn't come back until the next day and by that point you would be in trouble if you went without food for much longer.
“It would be dangerous if you went on any longer without sustenance, little fruit. Are you sure you want to throw a tantrum again?” he asked you, balancing a new tray of food in his hand.
As much as you wanted to tell him to fuck off, you needed food and water.
You shook your head.
“Good. But if you want to eat, I need you to clean that up first,” he said as he pointed to the meal you had ruined the day before.
Sitting down on that floor and gathering up the remains of the meal and the bits of broken tableware was humiliating, and it was made worse by the way he watched you, that wide grin back on his face as you obediently followed his orders.
When he placed his hand on your head and congratulated you on “being good”, you wondered if he'd still be able to catch you if this time you managed to gouge out both of his eyes.
Despite the things he had said to you when he attacked you that day, Hisoka didn't do much to you. He wasn't feeding off of you. In fact, he didn't even touch you all that much. The furthest he had gone was catch you when you tried to jump him one afternoon, twisting your arm around your back and asking if he should break it. You were thrown to the floor after and he withheld your meals again for a bit, but nothing more was done.
You were thankful that nothing had happened so far, and especially for the fact that he hadn't tried to force himself on you. The memory of him talking about “fucking you into the forest floor” wouldn't leave your head. The other thing that haunted you was his claim to make you like him, to turn you into a vampire as well. Although he had said that he would keep you as you were for a few years, but he seemed to be rather fickle and you had a hard time believing anything he told you.
But since he wasn't feeding off of you, you figured he must be going out somewhere else to hunt humans. Or he could have just been feeding off of the creatures located outside the house, though with the disdain he showed for them you wondered if he would consider it to be beneath him to do so. If he was going out to a town or something that would mean that you weren't too far away from civilization, right? But when you dared to poke your head out that window again (doing your best to ignore the noises that sounded when you did so) you couldn't spot any lights in the distance that would indicate as such. It could have been because your view was restricted to one side of the house, but it wasn't like you'd ever get the chance to check in any other direction.
Hisoka allowed you out of that room for trips to the bathroom, but always wrapped a thin piece of cloth over your eyes when he did so, leaving you to depend on him to lead you through the halls and down the steps. You didn't get any opportunity to lift the blindfold even slightly as he made it clear that he didn't want your hands going anywhere near your face. You tried to get a sense of how large the house was by counting how many steps it took you to get to the bathroom, but you kept losing count, and at times you swore Hisoka would lead you up and down the same hallway just to disorient you.
It felt like your mind was slowly deteriorating whenever you were left alone in that room, and you hated how you had begun to look forward to seeing him, because that was something to rely on while you were trapped there. It was a routine that gave you some sense of stability, something to keep yourself grounded, which made it worse whenever he punished you for any outbursts by letting you starve for a day or two. Punishments like that forced you to fall in line, and you slowly became used to this life you were now living.
You became accustomed to the way he spoke to you, teasing you at times and trying to goad you into retaliating just so he could punish you for it. You became accustomed to his various colorful outfits, suits that sported those card symbols that looked nicer in the afternoon than they did in the morning. His clothes tended to look messier when he came by in the mornings, his hair messier than normal and his makeup smudged. Occasionally you also saw spatters of blood on his shirt. It seemed to you that he was going out at night to hunt at night and came back just in time to feed you. He slept during the day, then? Or did he even need to sleep?
And although he had still yet to actually do anything to you, you had become painfully aware of the way he would look at you during those times together. With that same sick grin on his face as he looked you over, not even hiding it or showing any shame when you caught him looking. He still wanted you just as much as the day he took you, and you had no fucking clue what the hell he was waiting for.
At first it had been a relief that he hadn't touched you, but the longer you waited for something to happen, the more nervous you became. What the hell would happen when he did finally decide to act on his urges? You didn't want to be around when that happened, but with the tight leash he was keeping on you, how the hell could you get out?
You'd been trying to see if you could pry off a piece of the wooden bed frame in an attempt to fashion a stake to use against Hisoka. It wasn't even a good attempt as you didn't have any sort of tools to make a proper one, but desperation had you thinking that you could pull off a piece of the battered wood with your bare hands. The end result was you being left with sore and blistered hands, and an idea that came to mind when you spotted a rusty nail sticking out of the leg of the bed. It was old and blackened and it shifted slightly when you grabbed at it. You looked back to the keyhole then, taking in the age and style of the door and determined that if you could get the nail out, it would most likely fit.
Something else you had noticed soon after being brought here was that Hisoka kept the key to the room in the door, as when you attempted to look outside of the door through the keyhole you found that you couldn't see anything. You weren't sure if he was doing it out of laziness or what, but it gave you an opportunity for escape.
With the bottom of your shirt over your hand to try and keep from cutting yourself, you pulled at the nail as best you could. All too often the result of hours of working to yank it out was just that it was slightly more loosened. You needed to make sure you didn't spend too long on it and end up a sweaty mess because of it. If Hisoka saw you in a state like that, he'd likely figure something was up and find the nail you were trying to take out of the bed. The last thing you needed was for Hisoka to decide to start carrying the room key with him.
In those cool-down periods, you tried to strategize on what you'd do once you left that room. The blindfold that always went on whenever you left the room meant that you had no idea what the layout of the house was, nor did you have a good sense of how big it was and how long it would take you to get outside. And you would need to do all of that while making sure Hisoka didn't catch you.
Ideally you should leave while he was out, but he only ever seemed to leave at night. And with those things that chattered beneath your window, escaping at night wasn't an option. It would need to be during the day. Not ideal, as the brightness of daylight made it harder to hide and Hisoka would be able to catch you even in the daytime. If only Hisoka was more like vampires you had read about in stories: the kind that would burn up the instant sunlight hit them.
Then there was the issue of how you would manage to navigate the forest and get back home. Who knew how deep you were and how far you'd need to travel to get back to your little town. At least one advantage to going in the day was that you wouldn't need to stumble around in the dark woods to try and find civilization.
There was a bit of comfort in knowing that the thing you needed to get the key would hopefully be easy enough to procure.
“Could I have something to read?” you asked him one day as he was about to leave.
“Getting bored?” he asked.
You sighed.
“Extremely.”
“I don't have much lying around; does it matter what it is?”
You could give me a goddamn porno magazine I don't give a shit, you were tempted to say. But that was a tad too aggressive to just ask for a favor from him, so instead you just shook your head as you wrapped your arms around your knees. From where you had positioned yourself Hisoka couldn't see the nail that was now sticking out halfway.
He hummed to himself for a moment before leaving, the lock clicking shut but no sound of the key being removed.
When he came back, you weren't expecting a copy of Sun Tzu's The Art of War to be tossed at your face. You weren't sure what you thought Hisoka might read during his downtime, but you didn't take him for the type to care about military strategies.
“That belongs to a someone I know, so be careful with it. Chrollo would be upset if his book was damaged,” Hisoka told you.
Then why did you throw it in the first place?
Instead of voicing that thought you just nodded at him again.
He paused as made to leave, tilting his head at you curiously.
“You've been rather submissive these past few days. Have you finally learned your place? Or.....” he trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he continued “are you planning something?”
Fuck fuck fuck
“.... Is it that bad that I don't like it when you don't feed me?” you asked him, “I don't know what you want from me; I just don't want to starve up here.”
Hisoka didn't say anything to that. He merely shrugged and smiled at you, giving you one last look-over before leaving the room.
Did he suspect?
He probably knew you were planning something. But if he knew exactly what you were going to do he would have called you out on it, wouldn't he? Or maybe make a show out of ripping that nail out of your bed so you lost your key out. It made sense that he would suspect something because it made sense you would try to escape. But your explanation on why you were cooperating also made sense. Unless you were that bad of a liar.
You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts. Getting into your own head and over-analyzing everything wouldn't do you any good. Just lay low for a little bit, let some time pass so he lowered his guard and then get out.
A little over a week passed before you finally did it. After getting out the nail and hiding it in a small space between the bed and the wall, you spent the time before your escape reading the book while you tried to determine if Hisoka was still suspicious. Though the narrowed glances at you continued, he didn't say anything more about it. On the morning that he seemed a bit more relaxed and playful, you waited for the sun to be at its highest and well after Hisoka would have fed you in the morning.
You offered a mental apology to whoever Chrollo was when you ripped out a page of the book. It was a shame as you found yourself enjoying the read, though with how little there was to do you probably would have found as much joy in reading an instruction manual.
With the torn page in one hand and the nail in the other, you knelt down before the door and saw that the key had been left in the keyhole as you had hoped. You slid the page under the door, trying to determine the spot where the key would land. You would only have one shot at this, you told yourself.
When you were satisfied with the placement of the page, you slid the nail into the hole. As you had hoped, it hit the end of the key, and with a bit of pushing, you felt the key shift out of place and heard the way it clattered it fell out and onto the floor.
You wanted to cheer when you tugged at the paper and found that it had some weight to it now but you kept your mouth shut. The key could easily slide off, or worse, Hisoka may have heard the key falling out. You had no idea what he did when he wasn't harassing you or going out to feed, so you really had no clue if whatever he was doing, it would distract him enough from your escape. Luckily, the key stayed on the surface of the page even as it was dragged over the uneven flooring. You snatched it up the instant you pulled it out from under the door, and with shaking hands, you placed the key in the keyhole and twisted it.
The locking mechanism clicked, and the door creaked open when you slowly pushed on it.
Every part of you wanted to burst out of that door and start running, but remembering that you didn't know where Hisoka was kept you from acting rashly, so you slowly stood and opened the door the rest of the way as quietly as you were able. Slipping through the entryway and closing the door shut just as softly, you put the key back in, twisting it until you heard it lock again. If Hisoka glanced down the hallway he wouldn't find anything amiss.
Navigating the hallways for the first time without the blindfold, you kept to the walls and walked slowly, peering around any open door you came across and making sure the coast was clear before you went forward. You grabbed a fire poker from a room that you passed. It probably wouldn't kill Hisoka, but he had vulnerabilities. If you could manage to take out his eyesight again it would give you an advantage. But he likely would be more protective of his face because of that last scuffle you'd had.
You made it down two flights of stairs without running into him. This place was already much bigger than you had anticipated and somehow you had yet to find a way out. You were getting to the point that you would take jumping out of a window to escape, but you spotted a set of double door as you walked by another room.
You hurried over, finding that the lead to a balcony that overlooked a space below, what may have been some sort of garden at one point. The doors hinges had clearly not been oiled in some time as the squeaked loudly when you pushed one of them open. Because of the noise you didn't bother closing it after. If Hisoka heard that then you were already done for.
Stumbling down the stairs of the balcony and into the overgrown courtyard below, you looked about as you tried to find an exit. There were walls on either side of the courtyard and nothing around that you could use to climb over them. There was an open space before you, but when you got closer you found it to be the edge of a cliff. The drop was far too much for you to be able to survive; you'd need to go back inside to find an exit, then.
You turned back to the house, you noticed an opening beneath the balcony that lead back inside. You were on the ground floor now, right? That meant there was a good chance you could find an exit somewhere on the other side.
With that thought in mind you made your way across the courtyard.
But in your haste to find a way out, you didn't notice the movement that came from the woods to your right.
You only noticed when something hit you.
You were sent flying before you were knocked to the ground. And just as fast, whatever hit you was on top of you, holding your head down as it forced your face into the dirt.
Sharp nails nicked your face and your first thought was that it was Hisoka.
But when you managed to move your head so you could look up, a different sort of creature was on top of you. It was spindly with brown fur that covered its arms and legs while its stomach and pectorals were bare. It had a tail as well, resembling that of some sort of monkey, but the head looked like that of a human, as the pale face of a balding old man looked down at you.
It smiled at you, showing you its mouth full of sharp teeth and the long pink tongue that slithered out to lick it's lips as it held you down.
Then the face began to change. The features of the old man began to smooth out, the bones within its face loudly breaking apart before reforming beneath the skin that tightened and wiped away the wrinkles while the hair on the top of it's head began to grow out. The skin tone, hair color and eyes all changed, and within a matter of seconds, your own face was staring down at you, grinning with all of those teeth as it looked at you hungrily.
It bit down on your shoulder, shaking its head to try and tear the flesh away and you screamed. You thrashed beneath it but it stayed firmly attached to you, hands holding down your head and torso and pressing down harder the more you fought its grip.
The fire poker was still in your hand, and you brought it up to stab it in the neck. Or at least you tried to. You couldn't see exactly where you were aiming, but the creature screeched, pulling away but also ripped the poker out of your grip. It threw the poker in front of you where it clattered against a pile of broken stone before it bit down on your shoulder again, this time harder.
That pile of broken stone caught your eye and you reached for it, grabbing a moderately sized stone with one hand. You smashed it against the face of that thing on top of you and it shrieked, this time pulling away from you just enough so you could turn and kick it as hard as you could while you scrambled back.
You forced it back, but only a little. It glared at you once it recovered, clearly pissed off as it bared its teeth at you, sitting on its hind legs before it pounced at you, claws outstretched and ready to tear you apart.
But you were ready, too.
With both hands this time, you picked up a larger slab of stone and threw it at the face of the creature. With the way it had jumped at you, it couldn't dodge, and it fell back to the courtyard floor, holding it's face as it writhed around in pain.
It felt like your body went on autopilot. When you grabbed the next piece of stone, it was far heavier than the other two, but adrenaline helped you to carry it over to where the creature lay. You kicked it so it lay on its back and sat on top of it, raising the stone over your head.
It froze, taking you in as you sat over it, looking up at you with your own face. The sadistic expression from earlier was gone and it now looked up at you in fear.
For that brief moment it looked human.
And then you brought the stone down.
It screeched when you hit it, blood spurting out of its nose when you brought the stone back up. It made a move to scratch at you, but you quickly brought the stone down again.
And again.
And again.
You hit that thing in the head over and over. And you kept going, even when its arms fell to the sides and it stopped moving, you brought that stone down on it's face. Your face, covered in blood and becoming more and more misshapen the longer you went on.
You weren't in control. You had lost yourself, consumed by the anger you had felt because of your captivity, anger at Hisoka for keeping you here, and anger at yourself and your own stupid actions that had brought you here. You finally had something to take it out on and you weren't going to let it go.
The stone was brought down again and again until you heard a sickening crunch and you felt the creature's skull give way.
That was when you stopped. Breathing hard, you pulled the stone away for the final time and let it fall to the side.
The sight of the creature's face was grotesque, and when you stood on shaky legs, you felt for a moment like you were going to throw up.
It lay there, its face battered and smashed in, the hair it had modeled after you still visible beneath the blood and brain matter. One of the eyes had managed to stay intact and it hung on the side of it's face, the pupil blown wide open. Nothing else that had been copied from you remained. With the head in the state that it was, you doubted anyone would have been able to tell that its face resembled that of a human if they came across the body.
Once or twice you swore you saw the creature twitch again, but you couldn't be certain if it was actually still alive and moving or if it was your eyes playing tricks on you.
Moments passed and you couldn't take your eyes off of it, what you had done to that thing.
You didn't want to see it anymore.
Grabbing it with your uninjured arm, you dragged the thing to the edge of the cliff and unceremoniously threw it off. It hit the side of the cliff a few times as it fell into the canopy of trees below, and when it hit the ground, you heard movement from below as other creatures noticed the new source of meat and were eager to have their fill before it was gone.
You backed away from the cliff, letting out a shaky breath as you came down from your adrenaline high. You felt the ache in your shoulder from where you had been bitten and you instinctively brought your hand up to cover it, wincing at the tender spot.
The sound of something growling brought you back to attention, and you turned to see another one of those beasts standing in the courtyard. It was bigger than the other and its face resembled that of a younger man.
But when you turned to face it you found that it wasn't looking at you.
It was staring at something on the balcony.
You followed its gaze.
Hisoka was standing there, one hand on the railing as he looked down into the courtyard.
Looking right at you.
Those golden eyes were wide, alight with excitement. His lips had been drawn into an almost-grin, those teeth on display as he breathed through his mouth, his body shaking lightly. He looked deranged, almost feral, as he took you in. It reminded you of the day you had met him.
That grin widened when you made eye contact, and he let in a sharp intake of breath.
That slight movement angered the creature that still stood to the side of him. And with an unearthly screech, it jumped at Hisoka, claws protruding and teeth bared.
Hisoka didn't even look at the thing.
He stopped it with one hand, thrusting those sharpened nails into its chest with so much force that his hand burst out through the back, leaving the creature impaled on his arm. It gurgled as it began to cough up blood, hands grabbing at Hisoka's arm as it tried to pull itself off.
Hisoka flicked his wrist upwards, and his arm came tearing through the creature's collar bone, slicing through the bone and muscle to free up his hand.
You had stayed where you were by the cliff, unable to move under Hisoka's gaze. Some part of you was aware that the instant you moved, he would come for you, and you wanted to push that moment away for as long as you could. But when that thing fell and hit the floor of the balcony, the noise spurred you and you bolted. You made a mad dash for the doorway beneath the balcony, vaguely remembering your thought process for why that would lead to the way out.
Hisoka was on you within moments.
For the second time that day, you were crushed beneath a solid body and forced to the ground. This time, however, Hisoka grabbed both of your wrists as he positioned himself on top of you, his mouth easily finding yours and forcing you into a kiss. His tongue found its way in to your open mouth, and without thinking you bit it.
He groaned, the noise rumbling within him before he pulled away to slap you. Your cheek stung, but you had barely any time to think about that before you felt your clothes being torn away, Hisoka's nails cutting them to ribbons as he ripped them off of you, slicing up some of your skin in the process.
That playful personality of his that you had grown to know was nowhere to be found. When you looked back up at him, trying in vain to keep what little remained of your clothing on you, something more animalistic was staring back. Hisoka was being driven by pure want, and he held you down by your chest as he shoved his fingers into you.
You cried out, trying in vain to push him off of you. The way he brutally pulled his fingers in and out hurt so much, your tight entrance not nearly loose enough to take that comfortably. But your cries and protests went ignored as he leaned down to lick up the blood that was dripping from the cuts he had left on your skin. All the while you felt a prominent bulge in his pants that rubbed against your thigh.
When he pulled his fingers out of you, you weren't surprised by the blood that was coated on them. Hisoka went as far as to make a show out of licking them clean, sitting up over you with those fingers in his mouth while his other hand shoved his pants down and pulled out his cock. That wild look in his eyes hadn't dissipated in the slightest.
If you'd been able to remove yourself from the situation mentally you might have wondered why Hisoka even bothered trying to prepare you with his fingers, as when he roughly shoved his dick into you it felt even worse as he hadn't allowed you any time to adjust. But all your brain was able to focus on was on the pain of him harshly snapping his hips against yours while your body writhed beneath his in response.
It hurt so much.
The way Hisoka pounded into your tight cunt, the ache in your shoulder from where that creature had bitten you earlier, and even the cuts that Hisoka had left on you stung as you were pushed against the ground, the overgrown grass brushing against those tender spots and sending little electric bolts of pain that shot through your body and made you squirm.
Then there was a mouth on your neck and the feeling of teeth biting down into your throat. Hisoka bit you on the same spot as he had before, opening up the healed wound as he began to drink your blood again. You tried to pull on his hair to get him off, and he lifted off to slap you harshly once more before going right back to that spot.
He seemed to delight in the way he hit you.
Strength was leaving you as you began to feel lightheaded. Your hands ended up on his shoulders, not pushing against him, just resting there. You felt the way he chuckled as it vibrated against your throat where his mouth was still connected.
He was going to drain you completely. You were really going to die with all of your blood being sucked out while being split in half by a vampire's cock.
Hisoka pulled away to look at you. He seemed a bit more composed now, but the brutal pace he had said didn't slow. Blood was smeared all over his lips, dripping down his chin and falling back down onto you in fat drops.
That tongue came out to lick his lips, licking away the mess on his face and savoring the taste of it. He grinned and his lips found yours again. This time you did nothing when his tongue pushed into your mouth. All you could taste was the blood. It was all you could smell, too. And all of the aches in your body slowly began to fade as you felt your consciousness slipping. You still felt the way Hisoka thrust into you, the pace starting to increase to a point that it would have been unbearable if you weren't in this semi-conscious state. Hisoka pulled away to let out a loud groan as he snapped his hips a few more times before stopping and grinding against you.
The sudden burst warmth you felt inside of you was the last thing you were aware of before you blacked out.
There was a warmth hitting the left side of your body, and you instinctively turned on to your side to face it fully. In the hazy stages of your awakening, you were able to register a crackling noise.
Slowly, you opened your eyes, and you found yourself laying in front of a large fire while wrapped in a mess of blankets. Under normal circumstances you might have been worried about how close you had been placed next to the fire or how safe it was to have this many blankets piled up in front of it, but the sight of the fire was comforting and the blankets were warm, and you closed your eyes again as you felt some sense of contentment for the first time in weeks.
You were only allowed a few moments of that peace as you lay before the fire until the circumstances of your situation snaked back into your mind.
Hisoka-!
You sat up and instantly regretted it. Everything ached, especially your pelvic region, and you were forced to fall back down. Your movement shifted the blankets out of the way and you saw the extent of the damage that had been done to you. Your skin was covered in an assortment of bandages and bruises, some of the deeper cuts leaking through and turning the white wrapping red. There were two heavier bandages as well, one that was wrapped around your shoulder and the other on your neck. Oddly enough, your arms seemed to be in the worst shape, as you could barely move them when you tried again, the muscles screaming in protest.
“Woken up, have you?”
The voice came from behind, and you twisted your head as best you could to find Hisoka standing in a doorway. He was naked except for a small towel he had wrapped around his waist. His hair was down and dripping with water, and for the first time you saw him without any makeup.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, walking over and leaning down next to you.
“.... Hurts,” you answered hoarsely.
“Hm. I might be able to do something about that if you ask nicely,” he said.
As he said that you saw the way he was looking over your body, the blankets that had been over you pushed down to your waist after you had forced yourself to sit up, leaving your chest exposed.
“D-depends,” you began carefully, “on what that 'something' is.”
“Just some painkillers,” he answered cheerfully, “what else would it be?”
He smiled at you, as if you hadn't seen just how truly depraved and monstrous he could be.
But pointing out that fact wouldn't get you anywhere.
“.... Then yes,” you said, “please, I'd like some help.”
“Good girl,” Hisoka said, patting you on the head before he got up and made his way to a different part of the room you couldn't see.
You heard a cabinet door being opened and the sounds of him rummaging through before you heard him hum to himself. He returned quickly, holding two pills in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
“Can you get up on your own or do you need help with that?”
You needed help, and he likely knew that. But you pushed yourself anyway, the muscles in your arms straining as you tried to pull yourself up again.
“Stop that.”
His voice was stern and an arm wrapped around your waist to hoist you up into a sitting position. Hisoka held you against him, pushing the pills into your mouth as he continued “your determination is admirable, but I don't want you to break, little fruit.”
He lifted the rim of the bottle to your lips and tilted it, and the cold water washed down the tasteless pills that had already begun to disintegrate in your mouth.
“Drink it all,” he said, “I went a little too far; you've lost a lot of blood.”
You complied as best you could, but some of the water spilled down the side of your mouth when he tipped the bottle too far over. The water was nice, though, as it was only now that you realized how dry your throat had been.
Hisoka threw the bottle behind him when you had drained it and wrapped both arms around you.
“Feeling better?” he asked.
You only managed to grunt out a response.
“Really, I should be punishing you. You did escape, after all. But after what you went through with that ape, I think you've earned this much,” said Hisoka, “since you've proven that I can't leave you alone for long periods, I'll have to keep you in here with me. But I'll need you to be good if you want to sleep on the bed with me; until then, it's the floor.”
You were only half-listening to his rambling, sleep beginning to overtake you once more. Hisoka noticed, and seemed amused by it.
“You're tired, aren't you? I shouldn't keep you up.”
He laid you back down, and then pulled the blankets away to settle down next to you, the towel around his waist falling off as he pulled the covers over the both of you. Pulling you in close, he kissed you on the cheek.
“Sleep well, pet.”
You kept your focus on the fire that crackled in front of you, willing yourself to not even think about the way Hisoka had pressed himself up against you while he held you close against his chest.
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What are your thoughts about Toad stands by?
An old favorite!
That said, on re-watch... it's not as good as it could have been, tbh? The pulling apart of Scruffey is epic, of course, but also... that stuff was so brilliant that it practically films itself; I can hardly give them a ton of credit for hitting such an easy Awdry softball!
(before proceeding: link to the post where i discussed "Toad Stands By" the RWS story)
Chunks of this episode (beginning and end, mostly) actually feel kinda weak in the S4 standard-gauge "meh" way. I can understand why filming this one presented difficulties that precluded it from being in Season 3, I can get over that, but... I wish it at least felt "Duck's branch line"-y? Instead it's setting the rather lame precedent, utilized in future seasons, that Oliver sticks closely to shunting in whatever generic yard this is supposed to be.
Thomas absolutely does not have to be in this episode. Like, at all. 😤 The layout with the troublesome trucks with all their assorted colors, shapes, and faces is so cool, though. What a great episode as far as characterizing them—visually they've never looked better, before or since!
I can also understand why they eliminated some of the dark hints that Toad et. al. conspired to take Scruffey out, but if they were going to shy away from that I wish they had done a more extensive job editing the dialogue that precedes the climax. It's nearly as muddy and vague as the book, and doesn't really do much anything but kill time. (I always liked Douglas and Toad's exchange, though. They're so wholesome when they're not plotting murder! ♥)
The best piece of work in this episode is when the trucks are singing their savage lil song. The way they filmed this, partly from Oliver's crowded PoV, other times showing Oliver stuck among the jeering trucks with that claustrophobic camera close-up... that was not a straight-up gift from the RWS text, that was all the excellent judgment of David Mitton and his team, and it slaps. Compelling stuff! Really puts you in Oliver's unfortunate shoes wheels!
tl;dr: both the RWS and TVS versions do a mixed but overall strong job at building suspense using the tools of their respective mediums...
... but i wish they had cleaned up the text and done more to adapt it for the episode
(also i feel like a change in weather would have helped to establish the passage of time in the first half of the ep? plus, some rain would really help contribute to the tone when the trucks are bullying Ollie!)
#ttte#this is ttte#chatter#thomas the tank engine#ttte episode talk#ttte season 4#toad stands by#ttte toad#ttte douglas#ttte thomas#ttte oliver#ttte scruffey#troublesome trucks#ttte screenshots
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im still trying to find a consistent layout, I’m still working on requests from wattpad and Tumblr, but there's good shit on the way so stay tuned >:) ALSO TYSM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!!
request: “(y/n) is really close to sanemi, and during a hashira get together he gets drunk and in a fight with giyuu. (y/n) breaks up the fight and calms sanemi down, shinobu teases her the next morning.”
“Waa! Drinks for everyone, it’s all on me!” The sound hashira’s voice was booming throughout the bar, following a very loud laugh and cheering from his intoxicated coworkers.
“My! Do you even have enough money, Uzui?” A sweet voice piped up once the clamoring had died down, an empty smile on her face.
“Obviously I do, Kocho darling you doubt me too much!” The large man had insisted, his smile turning into a playful scowl as he slapped her on the back.
She let off a small “Oof,” before giving up.
Another sweet voice had been heard, “Speaking of darling, where is (Y/N)? I was so sure she’d be here, she was so excited about this get together too,” She put a finger to her chin in some kind of ponder.
“What the fuck do you mean (Y/N) isn’t here? Speak the fuck up Kanroji!” A much rougher voice interrupted the atmosphere, the Wind Hashira wore a viscous scowl across his face. His aggression seemed to have risen with the amount of alcohol in his body.
“I saw her when we got here, but I don’t think I’ve seen her since,” The water hashira, Giyuu had commented, making Sanemi’s blood boil even more.
“The fuck you watching (Y/N) for? She can take care of herself just damn fine without your fucking help, you’re useless be your damn self anyways!” His body looked as if he was on fire, the unnecessary aggression only seemed to rise more and more.
With a click of his tongue, Sanemi sat back down and continued to sip the beverage that he had as the ruckus continued around him. (Y/N) was the only person in the entire Demon Slayer Corps, maybe the population of humanity itself he trusted. She was a beauty no doubt, but that wasn’t what captured the hothead’s eyes. It might’ve been her soft voice or the way her hands would run through his hair, but he couldn’t seem to get enough of the girl. The only thing that got in the way of him embracing those feelings was his wall of pride, and his past experiences with other people. He couldn’t rely on anybody, he refused to rely on (Y/N) too, but he promised to enjoy her company as long as he could. Until God took her away from him. An entire hour passed, and things began to get quieter. And a certain man’s fuse only became shorter and shorter.
Chatter was around the table, but one particular sentence sent him ablaze, “Hey, you don’t think some nasty people got a hold of (Y/N), right? That would be really bad,” A snap could almost be heard from the way Sanemi’s fist almost crushed the lip of the low table they sat at.
“Keep her name of your filthy fucking mouths! Who do you guys think you are, talking about her like she’s some kind of object?!” He didn’t stand up, but he slammed his hand on to the table, voice booming throughout the entire place. The fact that Giyuu piped up next didn’t calm his intense rage.
“Nobody said she was an object, we just hoped she didn’t have a bad run in with anybody.” He said, brows furrowed at the aggression that was directed towards him.
A smirk contorted on to Sanemi’s face, his cheeks glowing with red. “You seem real confident today, Tomioka. Are you trying to start something?” His words were slurred, but not too much it wasn’t able to understand.
Giyuu’s patience and tolerance was running short, but he managed to control his anger, “Nobody wants to fight you, small dogs shouldn’t yap so loud.”
That last comment completely changed the table, literally. Giyuu’s face was smashed into the wooden low table by Sanemi, leaving the table's center in bits and pieces. Everyone around them were dead silent, nobody even bothered lifting a finger to say anything.
“The fuck did you say? Say it again, I dare you,” Sanemi’s ego was through the sky.
Giyuu raised himself from where his face was busted into the table, a trail of blood coming out of his nose. He stood up, positioning himself on his shaky legs.
“I said,” He started, “Small dogs shouldn’t yap so loud.”
From a logical standpoint, Giyuu’s comment didn’t make any sense. Sanemi was one of the tallest people in the room, taller than Giyuu. However, both of these men were emotional and intoxicated as shit. So the things they say don’t make sense, and they don’t have to. Sanemi’s fist was thrown into the air, but it didn’t even reach the man he wanted to hit. Giyuu took the opportunity to strike the hothead right in the stomach, making him stagger backwards while his insides began to tremble. A drunken crowd around them cheered and egged the two on.
“What the hell is going on?” A feminine voice sounded throughout the room, both men ignored it. The light chatter that filled the room seemed to outrule her voice.
Uzui tensed up, “Oh, (Y/N) where have you been-”
“Shut your trap,” Her voice was harsh, which was something rare.
Sanemi stood up quick, his stun pushed aside as he made way to tackle Giyuu entirely. His blood boiled with rage, but his entire body seemed to be stopped midair as soon as a certain girl came into view. He tripped over himself entirely, his nose at (Y/N)’s feet.
“(Y/N)!” Giyuu exclaimed, Sanemi was left completely speechless as he peered up at her form.
She put her hands on her hips while turning towards the ravenette with fierce ice behind her gaze, “You out of all people, were the least person I’d expect to act so childish. Last time I checked you weren’t a hormonal teenager, please act your age,” Her voice was chilling.
All of the chatter among the restaurant ceased completely, all eyes were on the trio. (Y/N)’s gaze then drifted to the man that laid at the bottom of her feet, Sanemi sat upwards while his face was flushed with embarrassment. He embarrassed himself in front of a whole crowd of people, not to mention he embarrassed himself in front of her. Sanemi did nothing but admire (Y/N), you could almost hear his pride swan diving off a cliff. She did nothing but gaze softly at the poor man and headed outside.
“Someone clean this shit up,” Her chilling voice froze the room up before she officially exited.
The sound of the front door slamming made everyone flinch, before most of the bystanders started continuing as they usually did. The waitresses had helped the hashira’s cleaned, while Sanemi remained in the same position on the floor. Should he try to defend himself, or should he let it be? He’s drunk, so that’s a reasonable excuse, right? The snow haired man managed on his feet, running outside with adrenaline coursing through his body while he was completely driven by impulse. And it all pulled to her. (Y/N). The only name that was going through his head, her figure was visible as it walked into the street.
“(Y/N)!” He yelled, but what was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to ‘redeem himself’ in front of the person he admired the most?
She let out a small hum, signalling that he had her attention. “Can we talk (Y/N)? Please,” Sanemi’s voice was higher than normal, as if it was cracked and hoarse.
Why was he so stressed in the first place? His head began to pound as his stomach twisted at all the sudden movement. The contents of his stomach spilled onto the street, soft grunts came from him as he vomited his lunch. He spent the next few moments hung over his knees, panting like hell. (Y/N) had put a hand on his back.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry if I seemed a little scary back there, I lost my cool,” As soon as their gazes had met, the same warm feeling flooded inside the hot head’s chest. His eyes felt glossy.
“Beautiful,” He muttered, reaching out to touch the girl’s cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”
It might’ve been that alcohol still flowing within his veins, but he’ll never forget the feeling he felt with her that night, that nostalgic feeling he hasn’t felt since his family died. The feeling of home.
The rest of that night was a blur, but (Y/N) had spent the next day at the Butterfly Estate, laughing at all the hashira’s who were cursed with nasty hangover’s. Shinobu almost joined in on the fun, making fun of Giyuu for getting in a fight despite him hardly remembering it.
“I got in a fight?” Giyuu said, pointing to himself in disbelief.
“Yes, and (Y/N) had to tame the Shinazugawa beast and save you, she’s the reason you don’t have a broken nose you know,” Shinobu said matter of factly.
“Why are you saying that as if I’m some fantasy heroine? All I did was shit talk him and lure Sanemi outside,” (Y/N) stated, her cheeks beginning to heat up at the mention of the occasion.
“Yeah, and what happened after that?” Shinobu asked, innocently teasing her.
“Nothing!”
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Manager!Seijoh IWA ROUTE
a/n: uwuwuwuwuwu my mans iwa chan :’)
IM A SIMP FOR IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER
uwu filo!iwa in this :)
and also, listen to lauv while reading this since i wrote this and that song was playing on repeat O_O and also this song
this is my self-request uwu
HES SUCH A POUTY BABIE BLS LOVE ON HIM
onwards we goooo
hihihihihihi yey im so excited for this yall dont even know
ANYWAYS
so,,,,
when iwa first saw you, he thought you were just a cute little thing
your shorter height, your puffy cheeks, and the wide eyes you had whenever you saw someone, or him, do a really cool spiking move
he initially thought of you as a cute little sister hes never had
ehehe that finna change
then the,,,, bullying thing happened
if youd like to read this part, its right here
when he saw you bloodied, all battered,
dear lordie he was finna break some ankles
ONG I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT SANGWOO YET HERE I AM
like that image of you will probably stay in his memory until he dies of the ripe age of 200
ngl it kinda traumatized him a little bit of how tired and pained you look with the tears rolling down your face and the blood that was escaping your body through your wounds
god you didnt deserve any of that
you deserved the world and the universe yet some people dared to take away your worth
ooo he was so mad
miyo was,,,, hurt??
can i say that??
i dont wanna,,,, explain bara arms iwa hurting a girl so youre gonna have to imagine that for yourselves
but at the end when they said slap, he didnt just ✨S L A P ✨ her
he ✨ B R O K E S O M E A N K L E S ✨
oiks is actually scared of him after that
like oiks had to peel him off of her and towards the infirmary where you and the team were
‘IWAIZUMI HAJIME, STOP!’
oof the first and last time oikawa tooru ever said that full name
he was breathing heavy and he was so ✨ A N G R Y ✨ with what she did to you yet he hears your soft scoldings, telling him off for hurting a girl
he wanted to see you
like right now
iwa tore himself from oikawa’s grasp and ✨ N Y O O M E D ✨ himself to the nurse’s office
there, you sat on the bed with the others scattered either on other beds or on the floor
you smiled at the sight of him and he walked towards you and engulfed you in his arms
‘youre okay now. im here’
he whispered and you buried your face into his chest, breathing in his unique scent
lavender mixed with peppermint
he refused to leave your side so he ✨ M A D E ✨ some room on the bed beside you to sit and he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close
you held his hand while oikawa talked to you and as you shamefully bowed your head
but you were forgiven and everything was all good until the third years really got into plan
makki and mattsun promised to handle it all as they had family in the justice field while oikawa would go and get the girl suspended
‘but what about me?! i want-’
‘iwaizumi, you literally hit her. it’d be best if you’re not involved right now as you were the only one who physically touched her in a harmful manner like that’
ong when it come to y/n, the meme team is replaced by the assassin team
he tried to fight but in the end, 3 overpowered 1 and he was forced to sit back and opted to comfort you instead
he made sure you were safe to walk home but that day, you were the one who asked him to spend time with him
just you two
like after seeing him seethingly enter back into the room, you reached out and held his hand in yours, eyes trained on your fingers fiddling with his
‘iwa-san,,,, you said you downloaded the new godzilla movie?’
you whispered but he could still hear you and his heart swelled at your meek voice
‘yea, i did. and my mom bought those chips you like’
your eyes flitted up to meet his eyes and a soft smile spread on your lips and there was this thumping in his heart
maybe that was the first time that iwaizumi hajime felt differently towards you
a smile that seemed to be differently perceived than the rest
and it wasnt for the whole team
it was for him
and him alone
the trek to his house was quiet but you would hum nursery rhymes or the songs you heard earlier in the radio while skipping every few steps and tightly holding on to his hand
iwaizumi’s olive eyes watched you still radiate energy despite being so hurt for a long time
they then trailed to your linked hands and he unintentionally squeezed it, only figuring out he did it when you looked up to him and squeezed it back with a smile
he wanted to do something to make you forget of what happened
he didnt want you to think about the cruelty and pain so he was going to make sure you would continue smiling
thankfully, his parents werent home so he wouldnt have to explain why he has a bandage-covered girl with him
iwa led you upstairs to where his room was and your eyes widened when you saw what was inside
tiny action figurines of animes like bakugo from boku no hero academia or a tiny pikachu on his desk
there was a large country flag that you didnt recognize and a few godzilla posters and volleyball players decorating beside it
however, besides those normal things you wouldve expected,
there were many polaroids
polaroid pictures that were everywhere with no specific layout pattern and just placed anywhere that had room
iwa watched as you dazedly walked forward and entered the room to move towards the wall by his desk that had the most pictures against it
from pictures of him and oikawa to the third years to him and his parents or just the sunrise and human silhouettes
your fingers reached forward and traced the picture of him and the third years when they were still first years and took a spontaneous trip to the beach
‘mattsun stole his dad’s car and drove us to the beach without a license’
iwaizumi’s voice answered your questions and you looked back, shimmering eyes
this room,,, wasnt just a normal, teenage boy’s room
this was a room that represented iwaizumi hajime
from his natural character description like his love for volleyball evident in the volleyball player posters to the underneath description that was hidden like his love for godzilla and his love of taking pictures of the people he cares about the most
it was all that made up iwaizumi hajime
your feet took you to stand in front of him, still standing at the doorway, and you stood on your toes to try and be eye-level with him
‘youre really cool, iwa-san’
you whispered and his ears turned red, not from the compliment, but by the close distance between you two
iwa clearedhis throat and ruffled your hair roughly, pushing you down slightly back to the balls of your feet
‘i already knew that, brat. now go and sit over there and be comfortable or whatever while i go get the food’
he hurriedly turned to hide his growing red face but you stopped him
‘iwa-san,,, ano,,, can,, i borrow a hoodie?’
you mumbled, nervously thinking he might refuse
but he grunted a response, not bothering to turn around
‘take your pick’
you smiled and thanked him before bounding over to the wardrobe that was pushed against the wall across his bed that was against the corner by his window
inside had so many hoodies and there were also shirts that were hung up on the other half
they were all graphic tees that either had american bands or anime or game references
opting for a mint green hoodie that says ‘SONIC NYOOM’, you had an undershirt under your button up and as you slipped the bloodied long sleeve off, he swung the door open, eyes focused on the tray of coke filled glasses
then he looked up and almost dropped it at the sight of you,,, like that
‘OH MY GOD SORRY’
he shrieked and carefully but hurriedly backtracked back to the hallway
ofc you were shocked too but you quickly put the hoodie on and went to get him
iwaizumi’s heart was hammering in his chest and he was VERY red with embarrassment
how could he see you like that?!
a girl who wasnt his shouldnt be seen like that by his eyes!
a touch on his arm reminded him of his position and he was still holding the tray but it was clear from the liquid in the cups that he was shaking slightly
‘iwa-san, its okay. i still had a shirt on so dont misunderstand’
you reasoned and he nodded, still not looking at you
the beginning of the movie was quite awkward as you both were sitting next to each other on the floor, backs against his mattress while the laptop played godzilla in front of yall
but it seems it was just him who was feeling this way bc you were intrigued at this weird monster that was squshing building under its foot and you continued munching on the food
iwa stood up and coughed
‘im going to take a shower’
you paused it and stared up at him, a chip halfway in your mouth
‘oh? you want me to wait for you?’
he agressively shook his head
‘no! its okay i watched it already. just,,,, watch it’
at the end, his words came out jumbled in his hurry to go and calm his heart down
you shrugged and unpaused the movie to continue watching
iwa spent his time in the shower, thinking and trying to think of stupid thoughts like the time oikawa almost choked on a peanut when they were in middle school to distract him of thoughts of how adorable you were
ONG HE WAS JUST SHOWERING AND INNOCENTLY DOING SHOWER THINGS
‘no, i said she was like a sister to me. and a sister she’ll remain’
okay ngl even though theyre not related, im worried yall would be like ‘iNcESt’ but bls a lot of people have tried to sibling-zoned people yet realized they liked them in THAT way
as he wrapped himself with a towel, he then realized
oh my god he didnt bring clothes
LMAO NOOOO IWAAAAA
iwa frantically looked around and he saw his mother’s sakura themed robe and he paused, arguing silently with him if he should wear it
well, it was either that or he went back into the room and showed you,,,,,, this
sucking in a sharp breath, he kept the towel around his waist and slipped his arms through the tight arm holes and he awkwardly tried to keep it tied since he was so much bigger than his tiny mom
what is happening
you saw the door opening and excitedly turned to tell him about this one scene when your voice died down in your throat at the sight of him
here was iwaizumi hajime, ultra muscle buff man who gets abs with a simple glance of the gym, wearing an all too-tight pink, cherry blossom print robe that was so tight the tie around it was shaking to keep it together
‘dont’
he whispered and that snapped your remaining surprise to double over in laughter
‘its so cute! iwa-san, youre so cute!’
you shrieked and he growled and hurriedly went to to grab grey sweatpants and a shirt before running straight back to the bathroom
when he finally came back out, his face was still red and he was pouting as he sat next to you back to his seat
he could feel you staring at him while looking constipated as you held your laugh in and the second your eyes met, your giggles fell out
iwa rolled his eyes
‘yes yes let it out’
‘hehe, iwa-san, i didnt know you had that style’
‘it isnt! i didnt want to walk in here practically naked with you in the room!’
he growled and you nodded, still not quite believing it
‘hai hai. just say you like pink, i wont tell’
you waved and iwa felt offended
‘what do you mean ‘hai hai’?! its really not!’
your lips pursed to keep more giggles in and iwa growled again before lunging to grab your sides and tickling you
of course being careful to not touch your wounds
you shrieked at the ticklish feeling and iwa laughed as you made weak attempts to push him off
‘huh? what was that? whatd you say? cant talk anymore, can ya?’
he teased
‘NO!!!! IWA-SAAAAN!!!!!’
you shouted in between your laughter and he finally let up when you squealed out your apologies and promised to never say it again
you breathed air into your lungs and sat back up to recollect yourselves
iwa saw the strands that escaped your bun and they were scattered everywhere looking messy with your flushed cheeks and teary eyes
oh my god you were beautiful
he was so happy that you still kept that smile despite what happened and he was going to fight to keep it there
forever
it was about nearly the end when you finally realized how different iwaizumi’s hair looked
‘oi, iwa-san, your hair is not naturally spiky?’
he continued eating the chips while still watching the movie
‘what would you expect? even shittykawa’s hair is like this. did ya know that he wakes up extra early to curl it into that shitty mess?’
your jaw dropped
‘EEEHHHH???!!!!!!!’
later, you asked him how he does his hair for school and he blindly reached for the gel that was resting on his desk before tossing it to you
‘here’
you looked at it and flickered over to his hair and then you had the greatest realization
‘GODZILLA-SAMA!’
you pointed and he stopped eating, turning to give you a confused look
‘ha?’
you shrieked in an another round of laughter
‘IWA-SAN LIKES GODZILLA-SAMA SO MUCH HE DOES HIS HAIR AFTER HIM!!!!’
you doubled over to the floor, clutching your stomach and iwaizumi’s flustered expression made you laugh harder
he knew you were smart but,,, not this smart
you figured out his secret
the secret he’s hidden since he was practically a toddler
even his best friend, the guy hes known since he was born, never made the connection
yet here you are, figuring it out not even a year of knowing him
was this part of the many reasons he,, felt his heart beat for you?
oikawa was relieved that you had the bright twinkle in your eyes the next time he saw you and you were actively talking to iwaizumi in that early morning practice
‘oh? y/n-chan, is iwa-chan your best friend now?’
he tried not to sound jealous for his own best friend’s closeness to you and he added a teasing smile for extra measure
okay that hurted me a bit
iwaizumi snarled and blasted the volleyball towards his face before he could even yell or shout
‘iwa-san, dont do that’
you chided softly, small hands wrapping around his muscly arm
but iwa patted your head
‘deserving people deserve things to happen to them’
you rolled your eyes but smiled at him
‘hai hai’
the next week, iwa still kept a close eye on you in case someone else decided to mess with you
but you told him that you swear youd tell him if someone did and he trusts you so he backed off a little
one day, he was eating lunch with the other third years in their classroom when you busted through the door, excitedly holding your phone
‘iwa-san! i figured out what country your flag was!’
he was halfway of shoving rice in his mouth when iwa looked at you
‘oh? you couldve just asked me though?’
you pouted and went to pull a chair from another desk to sit beside him
‘nooo. i wanted to work for that information. so you’re from the philippines, iwa-san?’
he nodded proudly
‘yep’
your eyes shone with interest
‘really?! you look japanese so it must be one of your parents. hey, iwa-san, which island are you from? i read about them and they have like 7641 islands-’
the others watched as you read through the article in your phone and iwa wasnt even following your words, instead staring at you with a dazed look and a lovesick smile
mattsun, makki, and oikawa exchanged looks of surprise because in all the years theyve known him especially oikawa, iwa was never interested in girls and such
he was a straight forward man with goals and straight sight to get them done with no distractions like relationships or love
yet here he was
slowly falling in love with you without even knowing he is
he continued to fall with the simplest things about you
from the perfume that you wore everyday to the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear when you were talking to someone
little quirks he used to miss was now being noticed even if you were right behind him and not in his line of vision
now, the boys were starting to see the difference of their precious ace
it was as if when he started to like you, they knew immediately by how he was acting
then one day during practice, you were late and they were all looking around for you and when they couldnt find you, they met back in the gym with nervous looks
iwa was already pacing around, a scary aura radiating off of him, and kindaichi, who went with him to look around the school, warned the others of iwaizumi’s worry
‘he was slamming doors open and he was walking so fast i had to run to even keep up with him’
then you busted through the gym door
you were actually picking up food for the team and sweets and you were held up when makki’s puffs were still being cooked
they rallied around you to make sure you werent hurt and you assured them but iwa pulled them away like picked them up and threw them off to the side and took you in his arms
iwa thought you were hurt and he was so worried something happened to you again
the hug was bone-crushing with how hard he was squeezing you but you felt his worry though and you freed your arms to wrap them around his neck
‘im okay, iwa-san’
you whispered in his ear and he nodded
‘let me hold you for a second’
he mumbled and you nodded
‘oi, theres food in the bags so make sure you eat it all. coach paid for it all so dont leave behind anything’
the mention of the food distracted them from you and iwa and they piled on top of each other to reach their food first
iwa was grateful that you distracted the others from seeing him being vulnerable towards you
‘i thought-’
‘shh,,, you have me right here, right now. safe and sound’
you knew how much seeing you all battered messed him up and his attempt of making you forget about it has been
and his worry of you being gone without no sign of where you went will forever be there and he will always have that thought in the back ofhis mind
the next time you came over, you actually met his parents
since you went home early before, you didnt catch his parents when they came home around 10 minutes after you left
but this time, they were already home with his mom cooking dinner while his father was sitting on the dining chair reading a newspaper
iwa walked through the door, shouting he was home, and you did the same thing to be customary
oof his parents were surprised
his mom turned around to share a look of surprise with her husband
sure they havent seen tooru in a while but they were pretty sure his voice wasnt that high pitched
right?
‘hajime, did you hit tooru so much you ruined his-’
then his mother stopped talking at the sight of you holding iwa’s hand tightly when yall stepped around the corner
you sheepishly smiled at them and bowed your head in greeting
oh my
so this was why iwaizumi hajime-san was really really really handsome
his parents were freaking good looking
like his mother was aphrodite with her flawless melanin skin and doe shaped eyes with a mole under her left eye
and his father was like ares, so handsome yet still manly and his appearance was a special type of good-looking with his buffness and ruffed appearance
‘iwa-san, i didnt know your parents were gods’
you mumbled, still staring at them
iwaizumi choked and coughed, flustered
‘oh my!’
his mother placed a hand over her mouth
‘hello’
his father stood up to walk in front of you and held his hand out
‘i’m hajime’s father’
you let go of hajime’s hand to shake his own with both of your hands
‘really nice to meet you! i’m l/n y/n! seijoh volleyball manager! first year!’
you introduced then stepped aside to fully bow 90 degrees
iwaizumi thought it was so cute of how flustered you were at meeting his parents
‘ay nako! nak, i didnt know you had such a beautiful girlfriend!’
she squealed and hurriedly went to stand in front of you and gently grasped your arms to stand you back straight and took a good look at you
‘youre so beautiful, iha. nice skin, pretty eyes, ang ganda!’
even with your research of tagalog, you didnt quite understand what she was saying
iwa noticed your slightly confused expression and he laughed, tucking his hands in his pockets
‘sorry, my nay speaks in taganese when she gets excited’
‘t-taganese?’
‘tagalog and japanese’
you nodded in understanding
it was time to put your basic reserach to test
‘hello po’
you greeted her and nervously took her hand and pressed the back of it to your forehead before slowly lowering it down and letting go
her wide eyes made you think you did something bad or even offensive!
‘i-i’
‘HAY NAKO, HAJIMEE~!’
she shrieked
‘YUNG-!!! YUNG-!!!’
okay im terrified
iwa noticed his mother’s malfunction and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and veered her back to her kitchen
‘sorry about her, l/n-chan. its just,,,, hajime hasnt brought home a girl before. and you doing that mustve done it in for her’
you worriedly watched hajime calm his mom down with a smile and talking to her hushed
in their perspective,,,
‘shes so nice, nak! marry her, okay? shes very pretty and she made an effort to please your nanay, so go and marry her!’
ohmylord im nervous
initially, iwa only wanted to go and hang out with you and watch a movie
not have a full dinner with his family
lmao i shouldve told you that youve been friends for months now
his mother cooked sinigang and adobo and more filipino dishes, adding even more when she saw you were joining them
the dining table was covered with a large plate full of food and you were so fascinated because this was a side of iwa that you wanted to know more about
‘wow!’
you said, not thinking, at the deep-fried fish that still had its eyeballs intact
iwa genuinely thought you would’ve shyed away from it in disgust but your eyes were glistening with genuine interest
‘iwa-san! youre so lucky you get to eat this stuff!’
you told him, looking over at his direction
while mrs iwaizumi was lading in the soup into the big bowl, mr iwaizumi was sitting at the dining table, watching your interaction and hajime telling you what each food was and your noises of surprise
he watched his son laugh when you said the palabok reminded you of the orange boy hinata
and he also watched his son look at you so lovestruck and exactly like how he looks at his wife
soon, his mother finished and they rounded the table before saying a quick prayer to bless the food and digging in
‘so, what do you want to start with, iha?’
mrs iwaizumi asked and your wide eyes looked around
‘hm, im not sure. whats your favorite iwa-san?’
you looked to your right towards hajime who was busy eating and stopped before pointing his lips towards a direction
‘that one’
‘hah?’
you asked
mrs iwaizumi laughed at her son’s actions
‘sorry, l/n-chan, my son has adapted my traits. he was pointing to this, adobo. do you want some?’
‘yes please’
the smell made your mouth water and you started to tuck in
maybe it was your managerial instincts, but you used your napkin to wipe hajime’s lips and he was also used to this and turned his head to make it easier for you then he went to grab the water jug and re-fill your glass
once it was done, you both silently went back to eating
his parents watched his exchange and it was like watching a married couple taking care of each other
‘so, l/n-chan, you said you were their manager’
mr iwaizumi started and you nodded, wiping your lips
‘yes. i have been for a while now and please, call me y/n’
‘hajime actually told us he had a new manager for his team and tooru told us too. but we didnt know you were a girl. its just so interesting for hajime to bring you home as he has never really had any female friends’
mrs iwaizumi’s comment made you chuckle and iwa’s eyes widened in embarassment
‘nay! of course ive had female friends! ive had friends from all genders!’
he reasoned but you teasingly smiled at him
‘ah, im not really surprised. iwa-san doesnt exactly have the appearance that girls are brave enough to approach’
he sent you a betrayed glance
‘hah?! what’s that supposed to mean?!’
you shrugged, going back to your food
‘im just saying that you always have this intense look in your eyes and youre always frowning. but its cute so its fine. and besides, i dont think theyve seen you laugh since you dont really smile a lot, iwa-san’
‘but you’ve seen me smile!’
‘eung. but its only to me. if they knew the stuff i knew like you being a godzilla fan or your collection of succelents, theyd see you like oikawa-san’
‘HAH?! YOU SEE ME LIKE SHITTYKAWA?!’
mrs iwaizumi held her husband’s hand on the table as they watched you both bicker and tease each other with a smile
hajime has always been on the rougher side of things and he doesnt really have many close friends other than the team and even then, tooru is the only one he can really be himself around
yet here you are, bringing out the boy hajime really is and making him laugh, a sound his parents dont really hear outside the house
and your eyes
god, your eyes held admiration, life,,,, and you might not know this yet,, but love
her eyes trailed her son who teasingly headbutted you and you faking a surprise and doing the same
then you heard his father’s cough which brought you back to where you were and the situation and the people that were there
you felt embarrassment creeping up inside you and you bowed
‘im sorry for acting like that, iwaizumi-san. i-’
‘no, dont apologize, darling. please, dont’
her soft smile made the nerves in you ease and hajime’s father winked at him and he knew exactly what his father was trying to say
after dinner, you volunteered to wash the plates but they veered you away from there and towards the living room
‘oh my god, pops! stop her!’
hajime whined because he knows what his mother was going to do
she was going to show him his baby pictures
you sat on the beige couch and watched as she reached under the coffee table and revealed a few albums that had iwaizumi hajime written on the cover
‘now, y/n-chan, hajime wasnt always this pouty. in fact, he used to always have a smile on his face and laughed at the littlest things! like right here! a leaf fell on him and he-’
stories of his childhood was exchanged throughout the night and you were laughing so hard that tears were falling out of your eyes while hajime wrapped your shoulders with his arm and he would squeeze you tightly whenever you made fun of him
‘oh dear! iwa-san! you-!’
you didnt finished as you continued to laugh and he sighed
‘nay, can we go eat dessert now?’
he asked his mother and she was beginning to feel sorry for him so she smiled and nodded
‘okay. hajime, come help me’
‘iwaizumi-san, i can-’
‘no, y/n-chan. dont you worry your pretty little head about anything and just look through more of these pictures’
hajime followed his mother to their kitchen before she stopped and turned around
his mother’s height was around 5′1 so she had to look up to meet his eyes and her hands were clasped around his biceps
she is definitely beautiful and he cursed at how little he got from his mother other than her skin color
mrs iwaizumi married her husband and immigrated to japan to have a family and your polite action from earlier moved her as she hasnt experienced that in nearly 2 decades
‘nay, shes,,,, just a friend’
he reasoned, a wobbly smile to cover up his want for that title to change
yet mothers def knows best and saw right through it
she gave him a firm look with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips
‘nak, dont lie to yourself. i raised you to never tell a lie and lying to yourself is considered lying to someone. she’s not your KAibigan, shes your kaIBIGan’
now, hajime knew a little bit of tagalog as his mother made sure he was able to at least speak to his relatives back home
so he got a hint of what she was saying yet was confused
then he realized it
his blush creeped up his neck and he chuckled, ducking his head low to avoid his mother’s eyes
‘nak, listen to me. papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ako. youre still growing and you may be confused right now, but make sure to think wisely and dont live with regrets. nanay doesnt want you to go through it all by yourself since she knows how hard it was. so please, listen to me and pursue her. shes special, hajime. she makes you so, so happy. i see it in your eyes, her eyes, god has fated you together. i feel it’
now if a filipino mother actually tells their son to go after a girl, thats a pretty big thing as its known that mothers are the hardest to convince and are fiercely protective of their sons, especially if its an only son, but mrs iwaizumi literally tells hajime to go court you because she sees how happy you make him and is willing to let hajime go to you
definitely his mother’s words stuck to him and as he walked you home, he was busy thinking that he was quiet and you were worried as he would be talking right now
‘iwa-san? you okay?’
you asked and he blinked, taken back to reality from his daydream
‘hm, yea’
he answered to look at you
hes been pining for months now and he slipped his hand into yours, holding it tightly
uwu if you want to see iwa moments with y/n, read through the seijoh manager series as theres a lot of them in there
he wanted you yet, he knew it would be selfish of him to keep you in the future
he would be a college student while you’re in your 2nd year
would you want to be so far away from him?
could you handle it?
‘yanno, iwa-san, your dad told me something interesting’
you suddenly said, squeezing his hand and kicking rocks while looking up at the night sky
‘what was it? something embarrassing?’
he immediately feared that they told you that story when he was still potty training and he fell straight into the toilet
‘hmm,,, no. he told me that he met your nanay when she was a high school student and he was a in an intern at your lolo’s company’
iwa listened and he had a smile at how you said the tagalog word for grandfather
‘he said she almost ran him over by her bike and she fled but they met again when she visited your lolo. through that, they became friends and then she confessed to him. apparently, he declined because she was younger than him, although just 3 years, and he was leaving for his own country in a few months so he didnt know if she would wait for him’
were,,,, you reading his mind?
iwa knew of his parents story yet with you telling it, it sounded a million times more interesting
‘yet she promised him. thats it, just a promise. that she would remain faithful to him, she would keep herself for him and when she finally graduates, she would go and find him and they could be happy together. he said it was the longest 3 years of his life yet when he saw in the airport, he felt like the wait was worth it. because he gets to hold the embodiment of happiness in his arms for the rest of his life’
you finished and he hummed
‘times have changed, y/n’
‘even you?’
you stopped walking and he naturally stopped too
‘would you wait for me like he did if i promised myself to you? if i promised you that despite the few years of waiting, i would still be yours and remain yours until we’re ready to be together?’
WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!
iwa’s heart was drumming in his chest and he wanted so desparately to look at you in the eyes but you were making that impossible as your head was bowed and your eyes were fixed on the concrete you both stood on
‘of course, i would’
your head snapped up and e/c clashed with olive eyes
‘i would wait for you. we may,,, be young right now. and they might think we’re,,, being impulsive. but i dont care. because right now, all that matters, is you and me. we can think about the consequences later, but right now, i just want to kiss you’
he admitted, red ears seen by the moonlight
your body shook
‘do it, no balls’
well,,,, he has the balls
and under the moon, at 8:34 pm, iwaizumi hajime kissed you
OML THIS REMINDS ME OF THAT SEIJOH SHORT WHEN HE WAS TALKING TO OIKAWA AND HIS NEIGHBORS ARE LIKE ‘AH SHITE HERE WE GO AGAIN’
it didnt come as a surprise to the team when yall announced your relationship
well,, you both actually didnt tell them outright until like weeks later
what can you say?
you and iwa are very private people and you dont really like to show off in public
even though yall lit rally are stuck to the hip and he does things that he doesnt even think hes doing but he is totally doing
you were only caught by,,, guess who
mrs iwaizumi
it was weeks when she met up with mrs oikawa bc theyre totally best friends and thats why their sons are best friends
she told her of her son’s girlfriend and how sweet you were and how mrs oikawa should be jealous that her son doesnt have a girlfriend like that and the standards for oikawa’s future girlfriend was raised just by that teasing
oikawa literally came into after school practice after a phone call with his mother, fuming
you were talking to kindaichi and yahaba with iwa beside you, arm around your waist totally not obvious guys
and yall just saw an angry oikawa stomping towards yall
‘y/n-chan, iwa-chan, why the hell did my mom just call me and tell me that im not allowed to bring home a girl if she doesnt have h/c with s/c (skin color) and e/c and h/m (height measurement)?’
you shrugged
‘oikawa-san, i’ve never even met your mom before’
but iwa had a hunch
‘ahh,,,, my mom mustve been bragging to your mom. yanno how they are’
oikawa shot him a disbelieving look
‘IWA-CHAN! ITS BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND AND I DONT! BUT ITS WORSE THAT YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS AFFECTING MY FUTURE ONE!’
he ranted, completely unaware that he just outed your entire relationship to the team
tbh they werent even surprised
like they were all ‘damn now shes taken. but cant say i didnt see that coming’
they took it pretty well too
they know how iwa is and they literally respect this mans and if anything, out of the whole team, he is the best candidate for your boyfriend
dating iwa is totally normal and yall just have increased touches?? like i dont know how to explain like he’s constantly holding your hand or arm around your waist or shoulder etc
literally nothing changed
you still have dinners at his house and iwa also knows your family and all that
and the most important thing is,
he kept that promise
even when he was literally at the other side of the world,
he still remained yours and you kept your own promise and waited patiently for his return
OOOOO TIMESKIP IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER
a little girl with bouncing dark brown hair was giggling as she maneuvered herself around the tall people
a shout from her parents and little sister was only making her run faster until she crashed into the legs of the person she’s been looking for
his blue jersey was similar to hers and she raised her arms up with a bright smile
‘uncle!’
she yelled and he chuckled before hoisting her up to his arms
‘ah, reyna-chan, didnt mom and dad tell you to wait for them? look! tala-chan is crying because you left her’
she followed his finger to her little sister, who was in her father’s arms, crying and reaching out for her
‘nee-chan!’
she screeched
finally, her parents were there and you were scolding her for running off
‘reyna, just dont do that again’
you said and she nodded, pouting and holding her uncle’s thumb
‘thank you, tooru-san. i dont know what i would do if she got lost’
oikawa grinned then gently patted the hat-covered head of the newborn baby girl that was strapped to your chest
‘hehe, its okay, y/n-chan. after all! uncle is always there to save reyna-chan!’
she shrieked when he held her up and hajime shook his head in his antics
‘where’s the others? i saw them in the stands but-’
he was cut off when he heard the shouts and yells from the other side that could only belong to your boys
‘woooo!!!!’
kindaichi’s voice echoed through the place and mattsuhana were rushing to greet their goddaughters
tala shyly accepted the arms of mattsun while makki was squealing quietly when darna was holding his finger tightly as she slept
‘taka-san, wanna hold her? she’s easier to hold when she’s sleeping’
‘oh can i?’
his eyes held the stars as the 11-month-old raised her fist then lowered it back down, sleep still heavy on her
‘waaa~ darna-chan is growing really quickly’
kunimi whispered, peering over his senpai to look at the baby whos eyes kept fluttering
you chuckled while looking at oikawa and him playfully bouncing reyna
‘tooru-san, congratulations on your win. it seems you’ve beaten hajime this time’
you complimented and the brunette smiled brightly at you, adjusting the little girls in his arms
‘ei, y/n-chan, i’ll beat him next time, and next time and the next time!’
every time he said ‘next’ he gave his goddaughter a kiss on her cheek making her giggle
your husband was pouting at the reminder of japan’s loss and you reached over to wrap your arms around him causing hajime to turn his head away from you
‘aww, my 4th baby is sad now’
you cooed and cupped his face delicately on your hands making him sulk and whine
the others, watching the scene, continue to be surprised at this side of their captain that remains to only be caused by you
‘ugh, nearly a decade later and theyre still sappy’
yahaba gagged and watari slapped his back
‘let them be happy’
‘come on! im in the mood for spaghetti! you like spaghetti, tala-chan?’
‘eung!’
mattsun cheered with kindaichi and she raised her hands to share the same energy
once everyone was situated in a restaurant and ordered, small talks were shared around the table of the past
‘haha, spaghetti is how your baba found out about you, tala-chan’
yahaba’s comment made the walking group laugh at the memory of seeing the video you sent in the seijoh group chat
‘i wanted to be creative with my second child since my firstborn was revealed by this loudmouth’
oikawa winced at the indirect diss at him
‘y/n-chan! i was really excited to find out i was going to be an uncle!’
‘youre already an uncle, bakakawa!’
hajime has toned down the insults to keep it pg for the children
‘but-!’
they started to argue, the oldest daughter looking disinterested as she sees this happening or hearing it whenever her dad and uncle video chat
‘it took me forever to find a ‘prego’ pasta sauce in the grocery store like i dont know why. was there a shortage?’
you complained, remembering the frustration
your fellow first years snickered at you and kindaichi prodded fun at you
‘is that why you just outright told him you were pregnant the day you found out?’
you rolled your eyes and watched makki and mattsun and tala watch the youngest as she wiggled her fists in the air and was awake enough to babble ‘makki’ over and over again
that was her first word and although she is now able to say a few words, she still repeats her first word over and over again
‘we had a fight and it just came out so of course i didnt have time to prepare!’
you defended and hajime finished his antics with oikawa just as you said that
‘what-what was your words again? ‘i really want to push you off the roof right now but i want my baby to meet their bastard father first?’‘
you gasped at that regretful statement and punched him in the arm
‘hajime! stop!’
you whined and covered your face with the sleeves of your his hoodie
‘hehe, y/n, you should do that again’
kyotani teased and you glared at him
‘shut up kyotani’
eyebrows were raised
‘eh? are you more hormonal?’
‘do you realize you already have 3 daughters?’
‘iwaizumi-san really wants to have a volleyball team family’
‘at least wait a year and a half, you animals’
‘so,, like hes that good huh?’
hajime growled and leaned over to intimidate but you snarled and jumped on your feet, being held back by the arms by kindaichi and hajime to stop yourself from leaping across the table to kill yahaba
‘keep talking like shite and i’ll make sure none of you become the godfather of this baby’
okay what
one, did you just curse
and two, this baby?!
‘im big sister again?!’
reyna ruined the surprised silence and then chaos ensued
‘WHAT!’
‘BABY?!’
‘THIS BABY?!’
you just realized what you said and smirked at the chaos you created and sat back down, leaning on the back of the chair and smugly taking a sip of your water
‘oh the power i hold in my hands’
you teased and oikawa pointed at you
‘when! how long!’
you looked at hajime who was so shocked that his eyes glazed over and a passerby wouldve thought he was dead
‘apparently 3 months’
oikawa started counting and his eyes widened at that thought
‘you-! you stayed in argentina! in my house! my house-!’
‘yep. both of them created under your house’
what
!!!!!
hajime fainted
oikawa screamed
a/n: okay i admit i got a little too carried away with this one. i just love filo!iwa and this was mostly written in his pov bc cmon we all know we love iwa and fell in love w him the moment we saw him
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My Redragon Rudra (K565R) Full Size Mechanical Keyboard Review (w/ my Paper Dolls) - Part 3 [Jan 19, 2022]
Hello. This is Part 3 of my Redragon Rudra (K565R) Full Size Mechanical Keyboard 🔴🐲⌨️ review (with my Paper dolls).⌨️😁 My first ever owned gaming mechanical keyboard!
And in this part, I’ll be doing comparison with my two existing keyboards, along side with my current keyboard & see they’re differences, as well as little more information about keyboards. Plus I’ll show you more pics for my Redragon Rudra in my 4th part.
If you haven’t seen my two previous parts of the same topic, then I’ll provide some links down below.↓
○ Part 1 (Jan 8, 2022) [CLICK ME!]
○ Part 2 (Jan 8, 2022) [CLICK ME!]
BTW: I’m at different room, because my parents are sleeping in living room. Yeah, we don’t have our own privacy personal room in our house, and we’ll work hard to earn a profit for fixing our new home. I’m not sure how long, but we’ll try as we can.
So without further ado, let’s get started:
1st & 2nd Image(s) ↑↓:
• [1st & 2nd Images] In these photos are the comparison with my two old keyboards (A4Tech KRS-85 & Silvertec SCKM-E111) & the below is my Redragon Rudra keyboard. My paper dolls say that they’re look the same, but they’re shapes are quite different. Indeed, let me explain.😊
• Keyboards are coming in “shapes” & “sizes” 🔷, like things around you’ve seen (e.g. cellphones, cars, etc…). And like other things, keyboards had their unique looks based on their custom mods, but I’ll be sticking with their common ones rather than unique ones. And also sizes rather than shapes.
• In the mechanical keyboard world there are six different types of mechanical keyboard sizes. Let’s bring down the ff. ↓:
(picture source by: PCBYTE)
○ ⌨️ Full Size" layout keyboards: They are now universally common in the computer keyboard world, including their own. Which is what you seen in 1st & 2nd photos, right now. 100% layout from “ESC” button on the left side to numpad on the right side.
○ ⌨️ TKL / Tenkeyless: A type of keyboard without numpad. It has more space than “Full Size”, and it became popular for the mechanical keyboard market, to this day.
○ ⌨️ 75% Layout: Another TKL variant, but with no separated bezel keycaps. You’ve seen a lot on laptops, and now it’s on mechanical keyboards. Plus, more space on the desk than normal TKL keyboards.
○ ⌨️ 65% Layout: A layout mechanical keyboard with no F-keys, and they’re rely on keycap shortcuts. It’s also more spacious & perfect for portability on-the-go.
○ ⌨️ 60% Layout: A layout mechanical keyboard with no F-keys & arrow keys, and like 65% layout they’re rely on keycap shortcuts. Also more spacious & perfect for portability on-the-go, as well.
○ ⌨️ 40% Layout: The smallest size of the bunch, and it has no number keycaps, etc. Only but alphabets, arrow keys, and other special keycap buttons. Also more spacious & perfect for portability on-the-go, as well.
3rd & 4th Image(s) ↓:
• Here are more photos in comparison. My old A4tech KRS-85 had the most longest length compare to my other keyboards. And sadly, some of the keycap buttons from the aforementioned A4tech PS/2 keyboard won’t work at all, due to aging & usage. It has been 8 years of using this cool keyboard, and this year you’ll be 9th year. But, looks like your days are over, and I could’ve done without you, my A4tech Keyboard.
5th Image ↓:
• Here are their back comparison. My former used Silvertec’s wireless keyboard doesn’t have built-in kick stand, because it already has kick stand that slapped on. I tried better snapshot as I can, so my apologize for the lack of quality.
6th to 8th Image(s) ↓:
• They’re now sandwiched together 🥪 instead of separated (I think). In terms of length between my Silvertec wireless & Redragon mechanical keyboard are quite the same. Well, sort of, but a bit margin I guess. Again, I tried to get quality as I can, and If I have a better smartphone with better MP (megapixel) than my Honor 8C, then it’ll be satisfied. Looks like I’ll be searching the latest smartphone soon. Or maybe a digital camera, so I’ll think about it.📷📲
• In terms of weight, I actually measured them with two different scales. And here are the results:⚖️
○ A4Tech KRS-85 PS/2 Keyboard| Weights: 0.55 kgs / 554 grams / 19.5 oz
○ Silvertec SCKM-E111 Wireless Keyboard| Weights: 0.45kgs / 460 grams / 16.2 oz
○ Redragon Rudra K565R Mechanical Keyboard| Weights: 0.95 kgs / 958 grams / 33.8 oz
NOTE: Though converting kgs to grams & oz are not accurate & not matched. Just saying.
• Of the three, my Silvertec wireless keyboard is the lightest followed by old A4Tech PS/2 keyboard, and the heaviest is my Redragon Mechanical Keyboard. So why is my Redragon mechanical keyboard have heft? Because it housing a metal inside instead of light plastic quality. Plus, it has water-proof (aside from dust-proof) 💦& extend lifespan use than normal membrane keyboards. Sure there’s my silvertec had spray-proof, but my Redragon Mechanical Keyboard had far exceed expectations (as well as other Mechanical Keyboard brands).
Overall:
• This is a good comparison. 🙂👍 And this is like showing evolution of my keyboard usage; from my PS/2 wired keyboard, to wireless keyboard from USB dongle, and now my first ever mechanical keyboard. Looks like I won’t throw my old PS/2 keyboard, because this is my prized possession & my relic keyboard. I wish I want to fix my old keyboard to restore keycap button’s functionality, but I can’t. Because it’s history, and that’s a good thing.😊⌨️
Well, that’s all for now. If you want to see my Part 4 right now, then please → [CLICK ME!].
If you want to see my previous used wireless keyboard & mouse combo, then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉
My Silvertec Wireless Keyboard & Mouse Combo [SCKM-E111]:
• Part 1 [May 29, 2020]
• Part 2 (Final) [May 29, 2020]
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