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Okay I haven't written in literal months, but i was inspired by the little blurb about otter harvey at the bottom of @sashiavi 's goat Harvey post, so enjoy a ramble. Alot of my sleep tired brain escaped into this, sorry for how sloppy this is, i just wanted to vocalize my thoughts or my head would have exploded. I would carry 19 of Harvey's children if asked, peace.
CW: bit of a breeding kink, i reimagined/softened the mannerisms of otters during sex cause MAN, male otters SUCK, other otter things (harveys hydrophobic hair), lactation kink, me being a simp for this man, UHHh, shitty writing :)
Otter Harvey who gives you special things that made him think of you. From rocks to acorns to mushrooms to flowers to leave and so on, and being so blushy when he gives them to you, because its just acorns but it means so much to him. And he swoons when he finds out you kept them all.
Otter Harvey who holds your hand while y'all sleep, even though you're as close as two people can physically be without fusing together. He knows logically that you can't go anywhere, and even if you did, you'd be right back in his arms, but it feels so nice to have his hand on yours.
Otter harvey who eats sea urchins in secret, not because of someone finding out he eats them, but because he has to yank one out of Vincents mouth after he saw Harvey eating them, and he didn't want to cause anyone any extra undue stress.
Otter Harvey who has to take showers with slightly more intense temperatures so that he can actually wash his hair, otherwise it rolls right off of his hair. The only time he won't is when you take a shower with him, because he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable because of him, and even then, after you get out he'll change the temperature so he can actually get clean.
Otter Harvey who, if you end up having kids, is the best fucking dad. He teaches them literally anything and everything, and sits at the table responding to their toddler gibberish with full blown sentences. He takes them to school, plays anything they want, and is a total pushover sap for them, no matter what happens. (He is also 110% a girl dad)
Otter Harvey who bites higher up on you than he probably should, but he can't help it when you make him feel such mind numbing pleasure. So now you have hickeys on your cheeks, lovebites around your nose and mouth, along with all the marks he leaves along your body.
Otter Harvey who has such a rampant breeding kink that on "bad" days, he'd fuck you over and over until he's so drained he's lightheaded and overwhelmed, and he feels guilty for fucking you like that, even though he's still inside of your puffy cunt.
Otter Harvey who can't help but moan and whimper as he fucks into you, digging his nails into your hips as your pussy seems to suck him deeper, your walls clenching around him in a downright mean way as he bites and sucks anywhere he can get his mouth to.
Otter Harvey who often and loudly verbalizes how he wants to stuff you full right as he's about to cum, drilling the head of his cock harder into your spongy walls.
Otter Harvey who, when he gets jealous, will hold you down by your neck, or might even just hold you down by your hair, as he drills into you, harder than he normally would dare. His mouth turns downright filthy, spewing the nastiest words you'll ever hear in your life, as he hefts your leg over his shoulder.
Otter Harvey who can, will, and has spent hours buried with his face between your legs, looking up at you with those pretty eyes in search of your approval. He wants you to pull on his hair to guide him, wants you to pull until his scalp burns.
Otter Harvey who whines so damn pretty when you ride him, his cock kicking on your hand as he eyes roll back, his nails digging into your thighs. He mumbles whispered gibberish, which could almost be pleas, but are too garbled to fully make out.
Otter Harvey who will suck on your tits until you produce a few beads of milk, which he gratefully laps up and swallows like it's heaven on earth. Of course afterwards he gets anxious, wanting to make sure it's not galactorrhea, and wanting to make sure you're healthy.
Otter Harvey who would bend over backwards to make sure your happy, who would wait on your hand and foot so that you feel properly appreciated. He loves you, and knowing you love him back is all he needs.
FUCKING OTTER HARVEY IM GONNA RIDE HIM IN MY DREAMS TONIGHT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
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Hobbies Part 11.
~ Azriel X Reader
Summary: In an attempt to keep Azriel away from Elain, Rhys sends him on a sabbatical to the Day Court. With a lot more free time on his hands Azriel needs to find something to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he meets Y/N who has the annoying habit of not staying away. Can she teach him that there’s more to life than he thought?
Grumpy!Azriel X Sunshine!Reader
Series masterlist
Warnings: mentions of sex
“Will you stop fussing? You look divine!” Azriel praised as he walked up to where Y/N was nervously fretting over her appearance in the mirror. His soothing hands meeting her waist as he pulled her backwards to rest against his chest in a comforting embrace. Mesmerised eyes taking in the reflection before him, Y/N wrapped perfectly in his arms as if she was the missing piece of what was the unfinished puzzle of Azriel’s life.
He placed a tender kiss against her cheek, moving his hands to appreciatively brush them along the fabric of her dress. Another marvellous creation of her own design. “You don’t happen to have a matching top for me, do you?” He asked, eyes still locked onto her angelic face in the mirror as he delicately planted sweet kisses along her neck. A twinkle appeared in her eyes as she pouted in faux disappointment, “I’m afraid not. I must say I’m surprised, I didn’t take you as the kind of person who would want to wear matching clothes with his lover in front of his family.”
“Well it’s a good job you’re not only my lover but my mate as well” he playfully bit the lobe of her ear, the blushing woman squealing in the tight grip of his arms as she tried to escape his affectionate nibbles. Azriel pulling her back into him, refusing to let the woman go, amber eyes moving back to the mirror to admire the happy couple smiling back at him in the reflection. Stomach doing somersaults at the love shining in Y/N’s eyes as she looked up at the male.
Azriel sighed heavily as he rested his chin onto Y/N’s shoulder, “Are you sure we can’t just stay here? I can think of many, much more scandalous, things I’d rather do with you than go and see my family.”
“And aren’t we so fortunate that we now have all the time in the world to do said scandalous things. We can try every sinful thought that crosses through that dirty mind of yours.”
Azriel’s grip on Y/N tightened at her words, his eyes growing dark as she sent a dangerously sensual image down the new found bond. She smirked at his growing predicament pressing against her, pleased at the power she held over the male, before she teased, “oh but what a shame. I think if we tried to escape your family any longer they might come and bash down my door and I’d rather not have an audience when I’m showing you just how much I love you.”
“Let them watch” he groaned, smile dropping from his face as she pulled away before he could act on his desires.
Y/N began to pace the room anxiously, repeating everything Azriel had told her about his friends, “So there’s Rhysand and Feyre, and they have the baby right?”
“Nyx yes.”
“And then there’s Cassian and Nesta. Then Mor, Amren and… oh gosh who was it? Ella? Eleanor?”
“Elain.”
“Yes Elain! Ok.”
“You’ll be fine,” he reassured the fretting woman, just as he had been doing for the past six hours since Rhysand had sent them the invitation, “as much as I know I’m going to dislike it, I don’t think there’s a single person who could meet you and not fall unbelievably and entirely in love with you.”
Y/N stopped her pacing, flushing at Azriel’s words as she moved towards him to place her smaller hands in his, “well, unfortunately for them I only have eyes for my big grumpy mate who would no doubt show them who I belong to.”
“I’m not grumpy, I just don’t like people” Azriel defended with a scowl as a giggling Y/N pecked his cheek.
“Ok” she released a deep breath, giving Azriel’s hands a gentle squeeze, “I’m ready. Let’s go now before I change my mind.”
“The beds right there” Azriel pleaded as she rolled her eyes at his hint, playfully slapping his chest as he chuckled. The male drew her into a crushing embrace, sneaking in one last kiss on the top of her head before his shadows engulfed them. A storm of darkness surrounding their hold as the shadows whisked the loving couple away to the Night Court. To Velaris the City of Starlight.
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The pair stepped out from the shadows into an empty cobbled street. A slight chill in the air causing Y/N to shiver at the unfamiliar climate, Azriel made a mental note to get her some more weather appropriate clothes for whenever she was to join him in the Night Court.
Azriel watched on with nervous interest as Y/N took in her new surroundings. Having never been to the night court, he prayed she would find Velaris just as magical as he had done. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, she may be looking at these streets as a place she would one day like to call home.
They hadn't yet had the chance to talk about how their relationship would work with the two hailing from different courts, but Azriel couldn't help but let his mind drift to sweet thoughts of the pair living together in a small cottage overlooking the Sidra. Once more dreaming of a perfect domestic life with the woman, only this time he could dream of them doing it all together as mates.
Y/N was beaming widely as usual, her bright eyes absorbing the view of the picturesque street. "Oh Az, it's beautiful! It looks just like something from a fairytale!" she exclaimed, Azriel releasing a relieved sigh at her open appreciation.
"Yeah?" he asked shyly, "Think you'd like to come back to visit me here?" He needed to hear the words from her lips so Azriel could be free to dream about the future he so longed to have.
Y/N laughed at his anxious question, finding it silly how he would think a place would change her opinion of the man, how it would change how deeply she felt about him, "Azriel," she smiled, pulling both of his hands into her own, "you could live in a literal ditch, and I would still visit you every opportunity I have. Because I love you Azriel, not your Court. Although it is a very beautiful one...you may find it quite difficult to get rid of me."
Now feeling silly about his previous worries, Azriel leaned forward to press a soft kiss against Y/N's lips, joking as he pulled away, "I'd wait to meet my family first before you say things like that, you may change your mind on that fairly quickly."
"I'm sure if they're even half as good as you are I'll love them" she replied, pulling the male in for another sweet kiss whilst they were still in the pleasurable bubble of their own company.
"Don't say I didn't warn you" Azriel teased as he began to lightly push Y/N in the direction they needed to go, his large hand resting protectively on the small of her back.
~~~~~
Azriel already knew this was going to be the most embarrassing night of his life. He had already prepared for that. What he hadn't prepared for was the impatient nudge of Rhysand's voice in his head telling him to hurry up and meet them at Feyre's art studio in the Rainbow. Azriel had expected a sit down meal, maybe even a trip to Rita's for a few drinks if the night went well, but of course it seems his brother has something more nefarious planned.
The shadowsinger, who already wished he was still holed up in the Day Court cottage with Y/N, sullenly led his mate to where the rest of his family were waiting for the pair. Y/N failed to notice his bitter mood, she was too preoccupied with gazing at her surroundings in awe as Azriel dragged her through the winding streets by her hand, trailing behind him like a lost puppy.
Her excitement over being in a new court steadily increasing, until by the time they had made it to the Rainbow Azriel was sure if she were any happier she'd likely combust from the enthusiasm.
He held the door open for her as they entered the studio, Y/N's eyes lighting with glee as she noticed where he had taken her. The inner circle were all waiting inside, turning from their conversations to face the newly together couple.
"Oh my cauldron you're beautiful!" Cassian cried overenthusiastically earning an eye roll from his mate due to his antics. Bounding over to the pair he mockingly wipes faux tears from his eyes before gripping Y/N by her arms and pulling her into the biggest bear hug he could muster. If Y/N were startled by his actions she didn't show it, instead she reciprocated the hug, grinning at the large man as she spoke, "You must be Cassian, I've heard so much about you."
The General gasped as he put her down, turning to yank his grumbling brother into a hug as he teased, "Oh Azzie, I knew you always talked about me!" The rest of his family began to approach the pair, exchanging welcoming hugs (which were less bone-crushing than Cassian's but just as warming) and polite greetings.
Azriel watched his family interact with the woman and he couldn't help but think that if Y/N could be likened to anything it would be the sun, her glowing energy forcing anyone near her to fall into a natural orbit. Her presence acting like gravity, drawing everyone towards her. They had been in the room for all of two minutes and Y/N was already animatedly chatting away with Feyre as she admired her studio, the two women acting as though they had been friends for centuries.
Whilst she was distracted, a grouchy Azriel hovered over to Rhysand, whispering sharply in the male's ear so not to be overheard, "What are we doing here?"
"I showed Feyre the painting from Y/N and she wanted to plan something that would make her feel comfortable, isn't that sweet Azzie?" Rhysand smirked at Azriel's bulging eyes, clearly finding his shock entertatining.
"You showed her the painting?" he grit through his teeth, cheeks turning red at the thought of the High Lady seeing something that felt so personal to Azriel.
"Oh...I showed everyone the painting" Rhys replied as if it was obvious, pointing over to where a flushed Y/N was smiling gently as Feyre held said painting in her hands as she talked about it to the woman.
"You actually hate me" Azriel concluded, eyes now drifting around the room in fear as he noticed the number of blank canvases standing on easels. Feyre's brilliant idea obviously being that they all had a family painting session.
"Don't worry brother," Rhysand grinned as he wrapped a comforting arm around Azriel, "I brought drinks!"
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The concentration in the room was palpable. Well, from some of the members. Azriel, Feyre, Amren and Cassian all working in a focused silence, tongues absentmindedly poking from their lips. Elain was also opting to work quietly, unreadable eyes sometimes flickering in the direction of the shadowsinger and his new love. On the other hand: Rhysand, Mor, Nesta and Y/N were all happily chatting away as they gossiped whilst painting their creations. Wine flowing to their heads as they giggled to each other whilst occasionally stumbling on the tall wooden stools they were sat on.
"I have to say," Rhysand mumbled a confession as he squinted at his painting, "Azriel gave us quite the fright when he disappeared from here - twice may I add. He was acting like a feral beast, we all thought you had to mean a lot to him for him to be acting like that."
"Well," Y/N sighed contentedly, affectionate eyes meeting Azriel's from where he sat next to her, "I suppose finding out you're mates would do that to someone."
A chorus of surprised cries flooded the room. The inner circle chiding their friend for not breaking the news to them sooner. Sweet Elain squeaked in shock, spitting out a large gulp of wine all over her canvas. Meanwhile Cassian shouted, "I knew it!" and began to list all the unrelated reasons as to why he believed he had always known that Azriel found his mate during his stay in the Day Court.
"Mates?" Elain quietly sounded, eyes locking onto the floor in disappointment. Before she could say anymore her sister chimed in, Nesta leaning over to place a friendly hand on Y/N's own as she congratulated the couple, "That's wonderful news. We're really happy for you Azriel, you two make a wonderful pair."
Having been sat in a nervous stupor most of the night, praying that Y/N and his family got on well, Azriel flashed Nesta a crooked smile, thanking the woman for her kind words. "Yeah, we do" he replied earnestly, eyes moving to rest on his lovely mate.
"Well cheers to that!" Cassian bellowed as he raised his full glass in the air, liquid sloshing messily down his sleeve.
~~~~~
"What is that?" Y/N asked, squinting inquisitively at Cassian's masterful creation, "A horse?...A blue horse?".
Cassian frowned, a paint-stained hand coming to rest on his chin as he observed his painting alongside the woman. "It's supposed to be Azriel" he admitted in disappointment, "I guess I can't quite get the face right.” Y/N laid a supportive hand onto the general's shoulder, lying through her teeth in an attempt to make it feel better, "Oh of course! You're just forgetting the wings that's all!"
The General gasped at Y/N's words, beside himself that he forgot to paint his brothers wings, he eagerly lunged for his palette so he could complete the portrait of his, eyebrows still knitted together as he focused on painting the lines as steadily as he could.
Y/N moved past the male with a chuckle, wanting to see what other wonders Azriel's family had created. She came across the most exquisite piece, a lovely garden which radiated life, beautiful flowers of all shades decorating the scene. Gasping in awe at the tranquility of the scene, she turned to the artist to profess her appreciation, "It's beautiful! I've never seen a garden like it!"
"Oh...Thank you," Elain quietly answered, "It's of my own one."
"You have a garden? Oh that's wonderful, I bet the painting doesn't even do it justice! You must be really talented if it looks anything as good as this."
Elain cracked a small smile of appreciation, "Thank you, you can come see it sometime if you like. The next time Azriel brings you up maybe?"
"I'd love that!" Y/N replied joyfully, having always had a love for gardens which had only increased by a tenfold since that night with her mate. Azriel tentatively approached the pair, slowly walking towards them before coming to a stop at Y/N's side. "Everything ok here?" he nervously asked, eyes flittering between the two.
"Yes!" Y/N beamed, resting her head against his shoulder, "I was just telling Elain how magnificent her painting is, and she's invited me to come see her garden next time I'm here!"
Azriel relaxed his muscles, not even noticing how tense he had been standing, he flashed Elain a grateful smile, eyes full of apologies for not telling her what had unraveled during his time in Autumn, for not giving her the closure she deserved, "Thank you Elain."
The woman grew a mischievous smile, pulling a sniggering Y/N to her side and into a one-armed hug, "I don't know why you're thanking me Azriel. It's Y/N who I invited, not you."
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It had been a wonderful night. Meeting Azriel's family and being allowed a glimpse into his life here in the Night Court filled Y/N with an indescribable warmth she has failed to experience in her life until this moment. Still admiring the artwork they had created tonight, Y/N slowly approached Feyre's canvas, tears welling in her eyes at the sight before her.
There, huddled together in the center of the detailed painting was the inner circle. Arms wrapped around each other's figures, connecting them all in one large hug. Laughing faces stared back at Y/N, their eyes all overflowing with carefree humour as their dazzling smiles met her own.
And there, joined in the familial embrace, was Y/N. Locked tightly in a beaming Azriel's arms. Her smile as equally wide as his as her eyes twinkled with an uncontrollable joy.
Y/N had never had any family and spent most of her life growing up alone and uncared for. But here, wide eyes staring at the familiar woman in the painting who was surrounded by Azriel's loving family, Y/N allowed herself to dream of that family one day being hers as well.
"Oh wow that's amazing" Azriel's voice sounded from behind Y/N, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder as he admired Feyre's hard work. Y/N failed to hold the sob that broke from her mouth as she settled into Azriel's tender hold. "Hey...hey what's wrong?" Azriel asked worriedly, shifting Y/N in his embrace until her face was pressed against his chest. He murmured sweet nothings into her ear to calm her until she was able to speak, swaying them gently in an attempt to comfort the sniffling woman.
Once Y/N had settled enough to speak, she craned her neck back in order to look at her mate, eyes still red and watery. "You have the most amazing family" she wept, unable to stop the tracks of tears rolling down her cheeks.
"We do" Azriel replied simply, agreeing with her statement. He placed a small kiss on her forehead before beginning to gently wipe the tears from her face with his hands. Turning Y/N until she faced the painting once more, back nestled into his chest. "You know I'm not actually related to any of them through blood" Azriel pointed out, his low voice rumbling against her back, "But we found each other and built something special between us. Something that means more to us than just family."
Y/N still sniffled slightly but she was deadly focussed on listening to every word that came from Azriel's mouth as he continued, "Some bonds run deeper than blood. And you're a part of that now. You're one of us."
"Yeah?" Y/N asked hesitantly, fingers coming to brush up against her euphoric form in the painting. Azriel hugged her midsection tightly, gently pulling her back so her hand dropped from the piece, "don't go trying to rub yourself off. You're stuck with us now."
She laughed through her tears, opting to rest her hands on Azriel's encircling arms instead. Happy with the home she had found with the male.
Allowing the final few tears to fall, she breathed out deeply, allowing her overwhelming emotions to expire.
"What did you paint?" she asked curiously, realizing she had now seen every painting in the room except her mates.
"Come on," he smiled, holding out a hand for her to take, "I'll show you."
~~~~~
Y/N stared at the painting which glared right back at her. Absorbing the piece in it's entirety as she tried to figure out what it was.
It was beautiful, a swirl of misty yellows and glittering golds, whirling together on the canvas. Colours blending in harmony as they glided across the surface. The picture had a depth to it, sparking a desire inside her chest to try and climb into it, to see just how far she would make it into the glowing storm, wondering what kind of nirvana she would discover at the end of it.
"Its incredible Az! But...what is it?" she daren't remove her eyes from the painting, afraid that the spiritual journey it was taking her on would be cut short.
"It's you" he replied, his proud amber eyes burning into his own work, "what you make me feel, what the bond makes me feel. Every stroke of the brush, every whirl of paint, it's all you."
His words held truth, as Y/N stood and observed each flowing line that moved along the canvas, she felt a strange sense of intamacy with the artwork. As though Azriel had torn out her soul and plastered it across the surface. Her soul which Azriel had recognized before she had, her mate knowing every part of her in it's entirety.
"I see you for what you are" Azriel stated, bond already revealing your thoughts to him, "Just as you see me."
"Cauldron Azriel!" Cassian's shrill voice severed the consuming aura of the moment Y/N and Azriel were sharing, "Feyre needs to start giving you some lessons cause let me tell you that is one ugly-"
Epilogue
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Notes: Hehe if you want to do what I did picture Azriel punching Cassian for that!
Everybody can thank the lovely @charlineraven for speaking this extra part into existence! (I'm so glad you did! 💕💕)
Just the epilogue to go now!
Also for all those expecting a big Elain confrontation I’m sorry! It felt wrong to belittle a woman just for having a crush (come on! Who can blame her I love Az so much)
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ALSO JOINING THE FLOYD HATE CLUB EVEN THO I LOBE HIN TGEGEH
IM EVICTING U FROM TWST!!! SAY GOODBYE TO LEONA !!! 😡😡😡😡😡
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heree is some squert buckley fanart 4 ur viewing pleasure :))) dis squid is soooo beaficul i lobe hin <3
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Ok. I saw THE episode.
Whoa.
Best episode of the Season so far. Maybe one of the show’s overall best. What I loved:
- The way Buck is once again amazing at calming down two scared children. I mean I‘m not a parent-y Person, but that man is so Dad-shaped it melts my heart.
- May and Athena undercover!!! I was LIVING for May‘s sarcastic addict performance. She clearly has her mom‘s investigation-genes. And I love that they are supporting Bobby in investigating his sponsor‘s death.
- I still hate the Buckley Parents but I do like that there is some kind of progress. Don‘t get me wrong I think cutting ties with bad parents is totally legit and I hope Maddie and Buck always Keep them at an arm‘s lenght. But I do like that there seems to be some kind of healing going on and I hope it will bring Maddie and Buck more peace of mind in the long run. (Bobby and Athena are still Buck‘s parents and the 118 is his found family, Zero doubts there.)
- Albert being back!!! Even though I wish he hadn‘t brought his dad. But maybe it will be good for Chim to finally tell his father how angry and hurt he really is.
- Buck‘s smile after his conversation with Maddie on a world where Daniel hadn‘t died. It was so short and yet had so many layers. Buck looks so content in this moment. As if, yes, life isn‘t perfect and his biological family is Even further from perfect, but he has Maddie and Chim and his niece and his 118 family and life is good anyway. Idk the smile did something to my heart.
- Mom-Hen. I just like her. And I hope Danny comes clean about his Dad soon and they can find a good patchwork solution that works for everyone and makes Danny feel happy, loved and protected.
- Hen saying That Karen Lobes surprises but the definitely does not. (Same, Hen. Same.)
- Athena worrying about Bobby. I just love those two so much.
- Buck offering to listen to Bobby and really actively being there for him. It is just the essence of Buck and I‘m so here for it.
- THE. CHILLI. CONVERSATION. I mean…it had me smirk with tears in my eyes. Peak Television. They are father and son, your honor. (And I prefer to put very dark chocolate in my Chilli instead of coacoa powder. But you do you, Bobby.)
- The way the pregnant Woman on the Uber was hilarious before the Crash. I love me some light-Heartedness in the darkness.
-And then: All the foreshadowing in the episode. Buck going up instead of Chimney. ‚Go get them, Cowboy‘. ‚What is that?‘ (A THUNDERSTORM, you adorable dumbass), THE SILENCE After Buck gets hit by lightning. Eddie struggling back to his feet. Buck dangling up there. The disbelief on everyone‘s faces. Eddie screaming Buck‘s name in growing desperation. ‚Come here, kid‘, Chimney forgetting Medical facts because this is Buck and Buck can‘t be in cardiac Arrest, ‚Eddie, You’re driving‘, Eddie’s desperate ‚Talk to me, Buck!‘ (IS THIS ANOTHER TOP GUN REFERENCE After ‚you can have my back anyday- or you know, you could have mine’? Is this a ‚Talk to me, Goose‘?!? I HAVE QUESTIONS), the immense shooting / Eddie trapped Below the ground Parallels!!!
- Stellar Performances all around!
This Episode has WRECKED me. My Heart hurt so much for Buck and for all of them. I am seriously worried for Bobby. It‘s going to be so difficult for him. A Part of me hopes That there might be some Buddie-Realization on the Horizon for both Eddie and Buck. (I love them both as bffs and as a ship and I think both interpretations are equally valid even though I would prefer a Potential bisexual slowburn on a popular Show actually becoming canon).
I am excited to See how Eddie will Deal with his emotions. How the Team, Maddie and Athena will Support each other through this. Who will sit watch at Buck‘s side. What Cheistopher will say. If Eddie will Talk to Coma-Buck and be angry with hin for Not Waking up. What Coma-Buck will experience. It‘s…the storyline is so sad and so intriguing and has so many layers. 911 did it again and I love it.
I‘m so glad Fox already gave us some pictures of Oliver still being on Set. I would have seriously worried if they are going to kill Buck otherwise.
#911 spoilers#911 speculation#911 on fox#911onfox#911 tv show#911 season 6 episode 10#911 season 6#911 s6b#911 s6e10#evan buckley#evan buck buckely#buddie#I LOVE THOSE CHARACTERS ALL SO MICH LORD HELP ME
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YGO Liveblog: episode 96
Alright bastion screentime ayo????
JADEN DIDN'T DO ANYTHING BASTION KAJSHDHFH
IS THAT ALBERT EINSTEIN???
HEISENSTEIN 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀
"I had a vision.. I HAD A VISION!!!! <33" MY HUSBNAD <333
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"get your game on!!! >:]" HE <3333
JADEN JS SO DUMB I LOBE HIN
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Pot of greed counter: 1
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JADENS SCARED OF SCIENCE BABSHSHAHHSS
JADEN CALLING HIMSELF DADDY 😳😳😳😳
BROS ARTIFICIAL TEETH POPPED OUT OLD ASS HEISENSTEIN 💀💀💀
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"plEEEEase, he hahsn't went against me~" boy shut yo scraggly prince ahh up
HSKAJXJDJDJDHDHD BASTION LMAO
ayo shirtless bastion though 😳😳😳😳😳😳
Rating: 1287373747364/10 bastion screentime and shirtless bastion 😍😍😍😍
@chazz-is-a-zelda-fan
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I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE
that is all
#listen i just LOVE HIN#HIM#I LOVE TAKA#I WANT TO GIVE HIM A KISS#KISS HIS CHEEK KISS HIS FOREHEAD#I LOBE HIM!!
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Midnight Pleasures:
Pairing(s): Hinata x reader
What: smut
Warning(s): 18+, minors DO NOT INTERACT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, out of character Hinata, a LOT of cussing, me forgetting what the collab was about and having to smash it in the fanfiction in one sentence Because that’s cool
A/N: this is a rich boy collab with @bakugohoex
Word Count: 3,416
Page count: 9.7
Glossary:
y/n = your name
y/f/c = your favorite color
Summery: Hinata is a sub and y/n sucks him off
You weren’t a strange type of person! You weren’t strange at all! In fact, you would say that you where absolutely totally normal. But some people beg to differ.
They say how you will never get a man looking like that, or that you will never get far in life. Or how it was out of hand to want nothing to do with what people where talking about. It wasn’t your fault that you had literally no clue what was going on around you. You had no clue at all! You where like a lost puppy dog fleeing from it’s owner only to realize that the outside world was so much more curt and disgusting.
You didn’t have a lot to say to anybody in school, if you had anything to say you usually shut your mouth. Knowing the school they would probably just discard you as trash or a simp for somebody.
Simp
You hated that word
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“HEY HINATA!!!” You looked up from your book to see one of your classmates, Hinata, swivel his head away from a TV screen. The screen was playing a volleyball game, but the person holding the remote quickly changed it back to professional ice skating. You looked up and glued your eyes to the screen, watching at each player skated with ease and smoothness. You ice skated also, and got pretty well known in ice skating, but you never thought twice about it. Once you where on the rink, your feet just got the best of you and you skated with little to no thoughts running through your head. The thoughts that usually hammered at your skull and then got almost infused in your brain stopped. Simply because you where ice skating. You loved the feeling of your skated skimming against the ice and the cheers of murmurs from the crowd.
“Y/n…aren’t you coming?” Hinata inquired, you looked up and saw the orange-haired boy stand in front of you. His arms reached out.
You had never been invited to something, especially someone by someone who is as well wealthy as Hinata. You smiled softly and accepted the hand that Hinata gave you.
It had been a rough year in high school for you, and you didn’t even want to go back to middle school drama. So you hoped that college would bring something out in you. Would bring you hope and fulfill your dreams that you had. To not only be the girl who ice skates but the girl who does something. The girl who never gives up, the girl who stands up for people, the girl who—
your thought where rudely cut off by Tanaka, a old friend of yours ramming his head into your chest. You fell back with a Yelp and rubbed your head slightly.
“God fucking dammit Tanaka! Would you leave her alone?!” Hinata spat at Tanaka, the bald male looked taken aback. When he was in high school he didn’t even cuss once (ok well maybe once or twice, but it was very rare for the boy to cuss).
“What are you? Her boyfriend?!” Tanaka challenged, you picked yourself up and began to open your mouth to argue but Hinata again interrupted you.
”So what if I am?!?! What’s it to you, Got a little crush on my girl?” Hinata countered, his brown oak eyes narrowed.
“Why don’t we all just calm down?” You suggested, placing a gentle hand between the two arguing boys. Of course they didn’t listen to you but instead kept on arguing. “WOULD YOU TWO JUST STOP IT?!” You screeched pushing both of them in the opposite direction.
Bout boys stared at you with wide eyes before Hinata awkwardly coughed to break some tension.
”Fuck off.” You sneered at Tanaka, suddenly feeling a overwhelming protection over the orange-haired boy. You wrapped gently hands around Hinata and dragged him away from Tanaka.
“Wow that was amazing y/n-Chan!” Hinata said in pure awe, you shrugged your shoulder and stared ahead. Not making eye contact with the male.
“It’s nothing, really,” you responded. “And also what the hell was that girlfriend thing about?!” You added, Hinata’s face blew up in a blushing mess before he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the ice rink. Since the college that you went to was known for ice skating a lot of business owners thought it was wise to build a bunch of skating rinks around campus (and they where right to think that).
Once the two do you got to the skating rink Hinata sucked in a breath and pulled out a silver necklace that had a one skate on it. You furrowed your brow in confusion, looking at the silver necklace and looking at Hinata and back at the necklace.
“Don’t worry, you can take it!” Hinata reassured, placing the necklace in your hands. You gasped in shock as you stared at it more closely. Beautiful diamonds laid it on the skate. You put on the necklace, and smiled at Hinata.
“Thank you Hinata!” You exclaimed before hesitating. “But…why did you get me this? I am just a girl that goes to your college…” You asked.
”I admire you…” Hinata confessed before seeing your confused expression and continuing on. “I admire that you have a lot to say yet still keep a pocket face, some people may see that as a weakness but I don’t think it is…” You stared wide eyes at Hinata before tears started to prickle at the corners of your eyes.
“I love you…” you said as you higher Hinata tightly. Hinata hesitated before hugging you back. Curling up into the male of your neck and whispering.
”I love you too princess…”
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That was how Hinata confessed to you, it had felt right for you. It had felt like the stars aligned perfectly.
You laid on the couch, relaxed and in a comfortable position where anything can happen. You where watching this new anime called Demon Slayer that Kiyoka recommend to you. Saying something along the lines of his hot the guys where. Honestly, you didn’t get the hype, but it was pretty entertaining and you didn’t have anything else better to do then to study and actually get work done so why the hell not? Little did you know a little short orange was about to attack you. That little short orange going by the name of Shoyo Hinata. He was annoying as fuck and you didn’t want him around. “BOO!” Hinata screamed on the top of his lungs, you jumped in fear and pulled out your knife and got ready to stab somebody.��Your breath coming out in short puffs as you stared at the chocolate eyed boy.
“You shit head! I was at a scary scene!” You hissed, slapping Hinata on the back of his head like Tanaka’s Mom did to him from time-to-time when the team was over at the angry males house.
“Sorryyy!” Hinata wined, rubbing his head slightly as he mumbled some cussing under his breath. You rolled your y/e/c eyes before staring at the blonde again.
“What do you want?” You asked, annoyance filling your voice and clicking your judgement slightly. The screams of Tanjiro still ringing from the TV.
“Well I had this ADHD burst of energy and I will want to bake a cake but I can’t do it alone because if I do it alone then I will make a mess and then I will clean it up and then I will start cleaning and then—“ Hinata kept on rambling about this whole chain of effects that would happen if you didn’t bake with him. You rolled your eyes and stared him straight in his bright electric brown eyes. You paused for a moment, thinking of ways to shut the male up. An idea popped in your head as you smirked and grabbed the back of Hinata’s neck and drawing him towards your lips. Leaning in closer and kissing his slightly puffy lips. He was wearing the same cherry chapstick that you commented that smelled good before you noticed that Hinata liked you. You always guessed that this was a way for Hinata to get you to notice him. The fight for dominance went on for a few minutes before you took over and pushed him on his back against the couch. The boy gasped between the kiss, his eyes started to water a little at the sudden reaction. Before things to get out of hand you broke the kiss and smiled at Hinata. Keeping a poker face on as you pulled away and swiped away the drool that was connected the two of your mouth’s. You giggled a little, a cocky smile dragging across your face.
“Shut up…” You leaned in and whispered into Hinata’s ear, biting his ear lobe a little and giggling a little as Hinata choked back a moan that was forcing it’s way up his throat.
“Y-yes ma’am…” Hinata whimpered submissively, his lip quivering slightly as you let go of his ear and going towards the dorm room kitchen. Hinata followed you like a lost puppy dog, he would be a good little puppy. You chuckled slightly at the joke that you made up in your head.
“What type of cake do you want to bake?” You prompted, getting the pantry open and seeing what cake mixes you guy’s had and if you needed to go get in a car and drive to the gas ration at this God forbidden hour.
“Oooh chocolate!” Hinata cheered, a childish smile plastered across his face as he bounced up and down. You chuckled and looked across the pantry to see if you guy’s had any chocolate.
“Well,” you started to say, smacking you lips and staring at the pantry with a disappointment look on your face. “Crap.”
“What?”
”We don’t have any chocolate cake mix.”
“Shit.”
You closed the pantry door and went towards your dorm room to grabs out jacket and skateboard. “Wait dude, did you customize your skateboard?” Hinata asked in awe as he stared at your My Hero Acadmia inspired skateboard that had Deku painted on it. You nodded your head ‘yes’ and fully pulled on a y/f/c hoodie.
“Yeah, I started customizing skateboard’s.” You answered Hinata’s question fully and explained it. A smile on your face as you glanced back at the dark-orange haired male as he ran to grab his yellow hoodie and skateboard. His skate board looked plainer then yours but that is probably because he used it more then you did. You smiled brightly at Hinata before going outside of the dorms. Hinata spoked followed and the two of you started skating down the street.
”We should do this more!” Hinata exclaimed, a playful smirk on his face as he started to do more tricks on the skateboard. You laughed at Hinata and started video him for a tiktok. The tiktok was of him singing the lyrics of Alien Boy and having a blast of his time.
“You’re such a dork…” You scoffed as you stopped recording the tiktok and editing it. Not even having to look up to know the way where the gas station was.
“Can you send me the tiktok?” Hinata requested, you looked at him and gave him a ‘are you serious?’ Look before agreeing with a nod of your head and sending the tiktok to him the moment you posted it. You guy’s started to skate more, trying to impress the other by doing some more tricks. But soon, you got to the gas station and stopped the both of your skateboards and set hem down on the outside red brick wall. You and Hinata imminently went to the candy section and got some chocolate box cake along with some different flavors of monster. You bought for everything.
“Did you get everything you where looking for?” The cashier asked, looking at the two of you and smiling tiredly.
”Yeah we did, thanks!” You chirped, getting out your card and paying for the stuff. Hinata grabbed the monster and opened it up as you guy’s grabbed the skateboard the started heading out the front door. Laughing at dumb jokes that you guys cracked with each other.
Hinata and you started following the directions, baking the cake and putting it in the oven and setting the timer for a hour. “There!” You declared, pumping your fist up in the air. Luckily you guy’s could be as loud as you wanted due to the fact that it is Spring Break and everyone went to there parents house. Well everyone but you and Hinata. Your parents never wanted you to begin with, from the very start, they made it very clear that they didn’t want you. So why would you want to got there? Of course the team knows this. The plan was that everyone in the team (and some nekoma people) was going to stay so you won’t have to to alone in the dorms but everyone seemed to have plans.
Some model had a book signing contest so Kuroo just had to go catch up on that, he seemed to be very upset to at he left you and promised that he would call you every night and FaceTime you for hours upon hours. Well, you checked your phone every second it seemed for the past two days and still no sign of Kuroo.
Suga’s parents got into a fight and they got a divorce so Suga had to go home for that. He didn’t seem to sad or caught up about it, although, you swore to yourself that you heard sobs coming from Suga’s dorm room after he told you over text that he couldn’t stay. So far he has texted you every once and a while and checked on you, made sure you where taking care of yourself.
Kiyoka was going to a party and didn’t really seem to care that she was leaving you alone. Not that she was petty or anything she just never seemed to mind if she dropped her plans when they involved you. She gave you a couple of drunk text but nothing more and nothing less.
Tanaka didn’t talk to you about the thing, he said he would be there for you but he left you alone so you didn’t know where he was. Although, from what his Instagram story told you, he has in Disney with his family and having the time of his life.
Yachi got her first new hit for a album of her song covers and needed to leave you. It was very emotional and you could tell that she didn’t want to leave you alone but she had to since her family was struggling and she wanted to make them proud.
But Hinata stayed with you, the whole time, there was not a time that you thought ‘oh, Hinata isn’t going to be there for me’ or ‘oh, I can’t count on Hinata to be here’ because he always was and he always will be right by your side. Ever since the two of you where kids and Hinata got his first volleyball, you still remember that day, he went to hug his best friend but but the friend didn’t want a hug because the kid claimed volleyball was for kids. He cried for hours and hours in class and (from what you heard) in his own home. Refusing to hug anybody until he got into middle school and you came along. You guys had known each other due to your parents working together in the same hero agency but you never started building a friendship until middle school. A lot of people say that relationships end in middle school but I reality. That is when Hinata and yours started to bloom.
“Remember when you first got your volleyball?” You popped up, laughing a little as the tips of Hinata’s ears turned a flush red.
“HEY I THOUGHT WE AGREED TO NEVER TALK ABOUT THAT!” Hinata pouted, crossing his arms and trying to be mad at you.
“Oh ok…I am sorry…” You whispered in a pretend hurt voice, knowing full well that Hinata will come crawling back to you once you had the slight hurt tone in your voice.
“Wait no! Baby!! Come here!!” Hinata exclaimed, wrapping you in a warm hug, you burst into laughter and hugged Hinata back. Feeling bad for the brown eyed male for the millionth time in your life (no but like seriously, how did this man get you to feel bad about everything?)
“Its fine Hinata.” You reassured the worried man with some pats on the head and a kiss on the forehead. Hinata smiled innocently at you before pushing you against the couch. “Oof!” You gasped as you felt he fabric press against your back. Hinata smirked in accomplishment.
“GOT YOU!” Hinata declared proudly, trying to pin you down on your back. You cocked your left brow up slightly upwards and flipped you and Hinata over so you where on top and he was on bottom. Hinata whined and bit his lip, eyes looking at you in a pleading sort of way. You smirked seductively and leaned down to kiss Hinata. Your lips crashing with his, biting the male’s slightly pink lips to ask for entrance (which he obeyed instantly). You slipped your tongue into the wet cavern of Hinata’s mouth and started exploring every inch of it and sucking on his tongue a little bit. Hinata moaned into the kiss and started grinding his body against your pants and whining like a submissive bitch. You chuckled darkly and brought your hand to mess with his hair before yanking his hair and making him break the kiss. A string of saliva connected your two mouths and you just swiped it off and shoved your fingers inside of Hinata. Smiling slightly as he gagged.
“Want me to suck your dick slut?” Your horse whisper sounded in Hinata’s ear as you bite his ear lobe and tugged on it slightly. Hinata nodded his head ‘yes’ before letting out a string of moans. You smirked in accomplishment of breaking the presumably top male who flirted with all the girls at school. You pulled down Hinata’s sweatpants and boxers in one Swift motion all while keeping eye contact with him. Going down on your knee’s you opened your mouth and started sucking Hinata off. Your tongue swirling around his head as you slowly started going deeper and deeper until you felt it go to the back of your throat. Once you felt that your head bobbed up and down, Hinata moaned loudly and threw his head back in pure pleasure. Mumbling out praises and barely forming a sentence. You smiled to yourself as you reached down and started rubbing circles along your clit, you tongue almost lolling out to the side of Hinata’s dick at the pleasure of hitting the sweet spot.
“You’re such a girl girl yeah you suck my dick yeah you suck that dick so well yeah you do…” Hinata managed to say before moaning loudly again at the sight of you touching your self and sucking him off. He is in complete heaven. You felt Hinata’s thighs tense up around your head and you stared up at him. Expecting him to say something. “I’m gonna cum…!” Hinata mumbled out before moaning again and letting his sex face out. You moaned around Hinata’s dick and that caused both of you to cum at the same time. You guy’s where a panting mess on the floor. Hinata had his legs spread wide and your head was all fuzzy and not cleared out with good thoughts. You guy’s stood there, a few comfortable in the air as both of you where a shaking mess. Soon, you got up and carried Hinata to the other corner of the couch and grabbed a large fluffy gray blanket along with some large pillows. On nights like these, Hinata liked it if you took charge in the aftercare stuff. Not even letting you two get changed until the morning. You smiled warmly at the goofy male who laid there on the couch, almost fast asleep, while you played Death Note (he says it is to scary so you like watching it when he is asleep or cuddling with you).
“Hey baby?”
”What’s up orange?”
“Did we ever get that cake out of the oven?”
”…”
”…”
”Shit.”
#haikyuu!!#hq#hinata shoyo#anime#hinata shoyuo#haikyuu hinata#hq hinata#hinata x you#hinata shouyou#hinata shoyo x reader#haikyuu#hinata x y/n#hinata x reader#hinata x female reader#female reader
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Hi 🥺 I was wondering if 👉👈 you could write ✍🏻 BOKUTO FLUFF HEADCANNONS LETS GOOO WITH GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS MY GUYYYYY 📣 he’s so sweet I lobe him 🥴 thank you 🥰
My boyyyyy 🥵🥰😳🥺
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Headcannons - Bokuto fluff
⚠️ warnings - none
Pronouns - genderneutral, they/them
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tbh you were the one who caught feelings first
I mean how could you not
he was hot, beefy, and pACKIN
you weren’t really secretive with your feelings so you straight up told him
he took it as a huge ego boost and y’all became friends
You didn’t really care he didn’t return your feelings, but y’all were
Very
Touchy
LIKE LMAO WHAT THE FUCK YALL BE CUDDING AND LIKE ‘were just friends akgashi what u mean’
Definition of no homo
One day it was raining really hard
School ended and Bokuto didn’t have an umbrella cuz he’s Bokuto
He needed to get to practice but he wouldn’t be allowed inside if he was wet
And the gym was rEALLY FAR BOKUTO YOU DUMBASS
you noticed him standing all emo infront of the little roof thing near the entrance
You had an umbrella cuz u were smart
Unlike AHEM
You gave him your umbrella, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree
He was happy for about 5 seconds until he realized you were gonna get all wet when you walked home
For him 🥺❤️
His face and hair deflated again, until you reassured him it’s fine and you could just take a shower at home
You ran out in the rain, stopping to wave bye
“Have fun at practice, Bokuto-kun!”
Bokuto felt a twinge in his chest
You did that for him
FOR HIM
HIS HEART WHATS HAPPENING
I-is he dying
He asked Akaashi about it like a week after bc he taught it was gonna go away
It didn’t
“AAHGAHSKI I THINK IM DYING”
“I assure you you’re not but what’s wrong Bokuto-San”
He proceeded to explain what happened, which was really him just unintentionally gushing about how attractive you are
“YOU DONT UNDERSTAND AGAHGEE THEY GAVE ME THEIR UMBRELLA!! AND GOT ALL WET FOR M E ! ! THEIR SO SWEET RIGHT??”
Akaashi told him flat out that he had a crush on you
He also had to explain what a crush was bc tbh this boy has nothing in his head but volleyball-
But when it clicks, I mean it CLICKS
the next week he’s staring at you, extra touchy, you name it
It’s so so SO obvious he’s simping
He’d unintentionally forced you to come to his volleyball games
You don’t mind, you were gonna go anyway
“Akaashi-San, do we need to tell Bokuto that (y/n’s) in the crowd today or give him some candy?”
Cue a very hyper, jittery Bokuto
“...I believe Bokuto-San already knows their in the crowd-“
It didn’t take you long to ask him out bc hE LOOKS LIKE A LOST PUPPY CLINGING TO YOUR LEG JUST TAKE HIN OUT ALREADY YOU STUPID BITCH-
You told him you’d go out with him if he won his next game
HE FUCKING DECIMATED THE OTHER TEAM
THE SECOND SET WAS 25-7 LIKE
DAMN
HOME BOY PULLED THOUGH
you were gonna go out with him either way but like
That was hot HAHAHA
You thought they were touchy before the were dating
MANS B LIKE PDA 24/7 NOW
whenever he spots you in the hallway, he’s already booking it towards you and glomping on you
Like ur not safe LMAO
he drops whatever he’s doing to run up and hug you
You don’t care
Hugs from Bokuto are top tier
Like-beefy boy! Mans will wrap around you like a koala even if you’re smaller than him
You’ve been taken to the ground on multiple occasions because of that
Sometimes Akaashi begs you to come watch practice when bokutos actin all emo and shit
His mood is immediately lifted up
His teammates don’t really understand why you like Bokuto
oR HOW IN THE FUCK THAT DUMBASS SNAGGED A SNACK LIKE YOU
hell even you don’t know
It just happened
Y’all probably gon be the cause of ww3 I’m just sayin
#bokuto#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x male reader#bokuto x reader#koutaro bokuto#bokuto x male reader#hq x reader#hq x male reader#hq fics#bokuto x y/n#haikyuu fic
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Can I ask for some chronostasis scenario where the reader teases him through the day like kissing his neck or biting his earlobe? Just something to make hin all blushy. I'm a sucker for seeing our clock boy all embarrassed 😌
The sign of Kurono talking with Mimic with surprisingly his hood down gave you the perfect chance to attack.
The whole day you had taken off just to make your boyfriend flustered! Hati was always a stoic man around the others and never showed even a sign of embarrassment ever. It was a rare sign to see this man blush even!
Oh but today you were going to take care of that.
Tip toeing carefully towards the the both males, you saw Mimic tilt his head in confusion as soon as he spotted you, but you only made a signal with your finger to keep quiet as your boyfriend carried on with the conversation.
Before he could suspect anythings, you kissed that sweet spit on his neck while wrapping your arms around his torso as he let out the faintest of the gasps you ever heard from him.
"Hii~" you cooed on a seductive voice right on his ear as yoh saw his adam apple bob on his throat before looking at you with a half smirk.
"Hey yourself." You pouted at seing that his cheeks were still the same color as ever as Mimic groaned something for you both to get a room already.
Attempt one: failed.
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He was fighting or arguing with Nemoto once again... giving you another oportunity. You would sneakily got your hands under his coat and short to nake your other attack.
"Says the one who cant drive for God knows why." The blonde said with an arrogant tone while crossing his arms as Hari's eye twitched slightly before smiling like a sadistic.
"And at least i am not a kiss as-" his breath hitched at the feeling of you scretching slightly his bare back while peppering little kisses with a few nibbles.
You saw how he urged himself to gulp down whatever was about to get out of his throat before giving you a look.
"Again?" He muttered and you smirked at the sign of a faint salmon like volor on his cheeks.
Yet this wasn't enough to satisfy you.
.
.
.
Now he was cleaning his gun, sitted and completely unaware of his surroundings.
Now you were going to get a little more bold. There wasn't anyone around so you better make that quickly.
You were bold enough to sneakily brush your hands down his sides and suck slightly on his ear lobe, hand coming down only to smirk at feeling the hardness of his member underneath his pants and fingersk.
"What do you think you're-" he bited hard on his bottom lip as you kissed the area where his ear and jaw were connected.
"Just-" another kiss "Apreciating my boyfriend-"
"Apreciating huh?" He breathed out before quickly turning around and pinning your hands on the ground with a predatory and lustful look. "I will show you apreciation then."
The sign above you was godly. His lips parted before they dig in in your neck, arrow shaped hair quite messy and most importantly: cheeks flushed and pants leaving his lips and hot breath faning over your neck.
Mission acomplished.
#kurono hari x reader#kurono hari#chrono x reader#chrono#chronostasis x reader#bnha villains#bnha villains x reader#bnha fanfictions#bnha fanfics#zuffer writings
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Reaching Back
This is a trade with @gally-hin-phantom! The prompt was the headcanon that Sam and Paulina used to be friends when they were kids. Enjoy!
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At four years old, Samantha Manson already had a finely developed sense of when something was awkward. This? This was awkward.
The other girl sat across from her, staring at the table, her hair pulled into severe braids on either side of her head. She picked at her food. Samantha had already forgotten her name.
Samantha glanced at her mother, sitting next to her. She was discussing something with the other girl's daddy, her hands moving around like hummingbirds. First they touched her pearl necklace, then the edge of her plate, then the fork, so she could take a quick bite, then the napkin, to clean her fingers and lips, and finally Samantha's shoulder.
Samantha hated it when her mom was like this. It was so- so-! She didn't have words for it.
Something hit her knee, and she jerked her head around to glare at the other girl, who gave her a rather devious-looking smirk. Samantha scowled. She was quite proud of her scowl. It never failed to make her mother stop when she saw it.
The girl turned to her father and said- Something. Samantha couldn't understand it, and that made her angry. She knew a lot of words! Grandma said so. even Dad said so.
Well, 'angry' might have been the wrong word, but her vocabulary had yet to extend to more complex emotions.
"English, Paulina," said the other girl's father. "We are not at home."
The girl, Paulina, pouted.
"You need the practice, love. Ask Mr. and Mrs. Manson."
The girl sighed and turned to face Samantha's parents. "Can Sammy and I go play?" she asked.
"Of course, dear," said Samantha's mom. She patted Samantha's head. "Stay in the living room where we can find you."
"Okay," said Samantha, sliding off the chair. She still wasn't sure how she felt about Paulina, but she didn't want to be at the table anymore. Besides, she'd learned how to play with people she didn't like and still have fun. She had to, since her parents insisted on inviting over the most boring people ever.
At least Paulina wasn't going to be boring.
"Hey," said Samantha, "what were those words you said before?"
"Huh?" asked Paulina.
"Before. With your dad." Samantha poked Paulina in the side, and the other girl giggled.
"You mean Spanish?" The girl puffed her chest out. "It's my native language. But Daddy wants me to learn English."
"Oh," said Samantha, brows knit together. She'd never heard anyone speak another language, except for Rabbi at the synagogue. But what Paulina had said sounded a lot different than what Rabbi said.
"What do you want to play, Sammy?"
Samantha scowled. Only her mother called her that. "That's not my name," she said, crossing her arms.
"It's a nickname! You can call me Lina. Or Pauli, I guess."
Samantha considered this. "Fine," she said. "But then we've got to play evil tea party."
"What's that?"
"It's a tea party, but evil. I get to be Maleficent!"
"Oh, from Sleeping Beauty?"
"Yeah," said Samantha. Maleficent was her favorite, because she turned into a dragon.
"Ooh, ooh, then I want to be," Paulina bounced for a second, thinking, "I want to be Ariel! She's so pretty!"
"But she's not evil," said Samantha.
"Then I'll be evil Ariel."
"Okay," said Samantha. She walked over to her toy chest and pulled out the plastic tea set her parents had given her. "So, the first thing you have to do at an evil tea party is an evil laugh."
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"Hey, Sammy," said Paulina.
"Ugh," said Sam, leaning back against the banister.
"What?" asked Paulina, sitting at the top of the stair. "Nice dress, by the way. Is it new?"
"Yes," said Sam, picking at the floral embroidery. "Can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure," said Paulina.
"Don't call me 'Sammy' anymore. Mom's finally completely ruined it. I mean, I'm not a baby anymore!" She kicked the stair.
"But what would you be called instead? Samantha? I thought you didn't like that, either."
"Sam. Samantha is too... weepy."
"What happened, anyway?" asked Paulina.
"Mom called me 'Sammykins' in front of my whole class. I can't wait 'til third grade when I can go to a normal school like a normal person."
"It's not that great."
"Yeah, but you're there, and maybe I can get away from all the people who just want to make nice because of money."
"There's always going to be people like that, as long as they know you have money," said Paulina. "Or if their parents know."
Sam blinked. There was something to that.
"Oh, no, don't give me that face. The last time, you almost got me banned from the zoo forever!"
"It isn't like that!" protested Sam. "I was just thinking, what if they didn't know? How are they going to find out, if nobody tells them? I'm the only one in my who wants to transfer out. You'd be the only one who knew, and you wouldn't tell, right?"
"Well, yeah," said Paulina. "That sounds like a hard secret, though. You wouldn't be able to have anyone over at your house."
"I wouldn't invite anyone over until I knew they were my friends for real," said Sam.
"Sammykins! Come down and meet your guests!"
Sam rolled her eyes at her mother's voice. "They're not my guests," she grumbled.
Paulina bumped her foot into Sam's. "At least I'm here, right?"
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Paulina finished her section of the reading, and the teacher thanked her before choosing a new reader.
"Can't even talk right," muttered one of Sam's new classmates.
She turned around in her seat. "Huh?"
The redhead looked her up and down. She could practically see him slot her into the 'new kid' box in his brain.
"She shouldn't volunteer to read if she can't even talk right," said the boy, plaintively, with just slightly more volume.
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The three day suspension was totally worth it. That'd teach him to talk like that about Sam's best friend.
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"I declare our friendship over!" shouted Sam.
Paulina sniffed. "Fine!" she shouted back. "But I get Danny!"
"Fine! That means I get Tucker!" Sam grabbed Tucker by the back of the shirt and dragged him away.
Paulina dragged a shocked-looking Danny off in the opposite direction. They disappeared behind the play structure.
"Uh," said Tucker.
"Shut up!" said Sam.
Recess ended.
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"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," said Sam.
"Me too," said Paulina. She rubbed her eye. "Are we friends again."
"Forever!" said Sam.
"Girls are so weird," muttered Tucker.
"At least we can hang out again," said Danny, digging his elbow into Tucker's side.
"Hey, we're trying to have a touching reunion here!"
"Yeah!" said Paulina.
"What were you two even fighting about in the first place," asked Tucker. He raised an eyebrow. "Was it boys?"
"This is why you don't have any other friends, Foley," said Paulina.
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"Next year," said Sam, "we'll be in middle school." It was the last day of school, and the field day events were starting wind down. Danny and Tucker were still at the dunk tank, trying to soak each other.
"Yep," said Paulina. "It'll be different."
"Yeah," agreed Sam. "No more recess."
"More than that," said Paulina, with a little snort. She tucked her legs up so that her heels rested on the wooden planking of the play structure. "Do you think we'll be different?"
"I hope so," said Sam. "Mom promised I can pick out all my own clothes this year, and I can get my ears pierced." She tugged on her lobes.
Paulina sighed. "Jealous. Daddy won't let me until high school. But that's not what I meant."
"Then what?"
"We won't let anything get between us, will we?"
"No way," said Sam. "You watch too many teen movies, Lina." Sam climbed up to the top of the play structure and spread out her arms. "What would we even fight over, anyway? Boys? Makeup?"
Paulina laughed. "Gosh, no. But, like, drifting, that's a thing."
"I promise you, if we stop being friends it isn't going to be because of drifting. We'll have a giant blow out, or something. Like way back last year."
"What were we even fighting about?"
"I don't know. But I bet it was stupid."
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"I think Danny has a crush on you," said Sam, pulling on her stockings. This Halloween she was going as Wednesday Addams.
"I know," said Paulina, scrunching her nose.
"What wrong? I thought you wanted to start trying to date?"
"Yeah, but not with a friend," said Paulina. "That would be weird. What if we broke up? We wouldn't be able to hang out anymore."
"Why not?"
"I don't know, it would be weird, wouldn't it?"
"Maybe," said Sam, shrugging.
Paulina sighed. "I mean, I guess Danny's cute and all, and he's trying to learn Spanish, which is like, you know, a gesture, but..." She trailed off and laid down on Sam's bed.
"You think Danny's cute?"
"I guess? Like, you know, a bunny or something. What about you? You thinking about dating? I know some guys are checking you out." She made a face at the last sentence. "You're pretty."
"So are you," said Sam. "But, dating? Gross. No way. Do you think they'll stop if I shave my hair off?"
"Sam."
"No, really. I've been thinking about getting an undercut."
"You're unbelievable."
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"I can't believe your dad is sending you away for a month to learn about girl stuff." Sam mimicked his deep, gruff, voice for the last two words.
"Yeah, well, Mom's not around, so Tia Carmen it is." She stuck out her tongue and folded another pair of jeans into her suitcase. "Don't worry, I'll be back here in time to rock eighth grade with you."
Sam smiled. "I'll miss you."
"Come on, you'll have those two idiots to keep you company."
"Not Tucker so much. You'd think I shot his dog or something." Sam rolled her eyes.
"He'll come around, don't worry," said Paulina. "A friendship isn't going to be ruined over going vegan."
"Yeah. Hey, let me take a pic of you before you go! It can go in our scrapbook."
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"Just because we're not friends anymore doesn't mean I'm going to spill your secrets," said Paulina. "So you can get down off your high horse and calm down." She pulled paper towels out of the dispenser with a violence that would have startled her at any other time.
Sam slouched against the bathroom door, arms crossed. Her purple-black lipstick made her skin look washed out and pallid. The overhead lights didn't help.
Sam could do so much better.
Paulina pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips. She didn't mention it. Sam wouldn't appreciate it. Hadn't appreciated it, even though Paulina was just trying to help.
Didn't Sam realize that being in charge, being on top was so much better than being laughed at? Didn't she realize that if they had worked together, they could have pulled Danny and Tucker up with them, too, despite how weird they were? Tucker had skills, and Danny was, well, once you got past his weirdness, he was pretty charismatic.
But only if Sam helped. Paulina didn't have enough pull by herself, no matter how pretty she'd learned to make herself over the summer.
Of course, Sam didn't realize, or if she did, she didn't care. Fundamentally, Sam was selfish and self-centered, and Paulina had always known that, she had liked it, but she hadn't thought it mattered.
"Fine," said Sam. "Not that I care what you do. Just stay away from me."
Paulina didn't cry as her oldest friend stomped out of the room. It would ruin her mascara.
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Consecration of the Priests.
1 This is the rite you shall perform in consecrating them as my priests. Procure a young bull and two unblemished rams. 2 With bran flour make unleavened cakes mixed with oil, and unleavened wafers spread with oil, 3 and put them in a basket. Take the basket of them along with the bull and the two rams. 4 Aaron and his sons you shall also bring to the entrance of the tent of meeting, and there wash them with water. 5 Take the vestments and clothe Aaron with the tunic, the robe of the ephod, the ephod itself, and the breastpiece, fastening the embroidered belt of the ephod around him. 6 Put the turban on his head, the sacred diadem on the turban. 7 Then take the anointing oil and pour it on his head, and anoint him. 8 Bring forward his sons also and clothe them with the tunics, 9 gird them with the sashes, and tie the skullcaps on them. Thus shall the priesthood be theirs by a perpetual statute, and thus shall you install Aaron and his sons.
Installation Sacrifices.
10 Now bring forward the bull in front of the tent of meeting. There Aaron and his sons shall lay their hands on its head. 11 Then slaughter the bull before the Lord, at the entrance of the tent of meeting. 12 Take some of its blood and with your finger put it on the horns of the altar. All the rest of the blood you shall pour out at the base of the altar. 13 All the fat that covers its inner organs, as well as the lobe of its liver and its two kidneys, together with the fat that is on them, you shall take and burn on the altar. 14 But the meat and hide and dung of the bull you must burn up outside the camp, since this is a purification offering.
15 Then take one of the rams, and after Aaron and his sons have laid their hands on its head, 16 slaughter it. The blood you shall take and splash on all the sides of the altar. 17 Cut the ram into pieces; you shall wash its inner organs and shanks and put them with the pieces and with the head. 18 Then you shall burn the entire ram on the altar, since it is a burnt offering, a sweet-smelling oblation to the Lord.
19 After this take the other ram, and when Aaron and his sons have laid their hands on its head, 20 slaughter it. Some of its blood you shall take and put on the tip of Aaron’s right ear and on the tips of his sons’ right ears and on the thumbs of their right hands and the great toes of their right feet. Splash the rest of the blood on all the sides of the altar. 21 Then take some of the blood that is on the altar, together with some of the anointing oil, and sprinkle this on Aaron and his vestments, as well as on his sons and their vestments, that he and his sons and their vestments may be sacred.
22 Now, from this ram you shall take its fat: its fatty tail, the fat that covers its inner organs, the lobe of its liver, its two kidneys with the fat that is on them, and its right thigh, since this is the ram for installation; 23 then, out of the basket of unleavened food that you have set before the Lord, you shall take one of the loaves of bread, one of the cakes made with oil, and one of the wafers. 24 All these things you shall put into the hands of Aaron and his sons, so that they may raise them as an elevated offering before the Lord. 25 After you receive them back from their hands, you shall burn them on top of the burnt offering on the altar as a sweet-smelling oblation to the Lord. 26 Finally, take the brisket of Aaron’s installation ram and raise it as an elevated offering before the Lord; this is to be your own portion.
27 Thus shall you set aside the brisket of whatever elevated offering is raised, as well as the thigh of whatever contribution is raised up, whether this be the installation ram or anything else belonging to Aaron or to his sons. 28 Such things are due to Aaron and his sons from the Israelites by a perpetual statute as a contribution. From their communion offerings, too, the Israelites shall make a contribution, their contribution to the Lord.
29 The sacred vestments of Aaron shall be passed down to his sons after him, that in them they may be anointed and installed. 30 The son who succeeds him as priest and who is to enter the tent of meeting to minister in the sanctuary shall be clothed with them for seven days.
31 You shall take the installation ram and boil its meat in a holy place. 32 At the entrance of the tent of meeting Aaron and his sons shall eat the meat of the ram and the bread that is in the basket. 33 They themselves are to eat of these things by which atonement was made at their installation and consecration; but no unauthorized person may eat of them, since they are sacred. 34 If some of the meat of the installation sacrifice or some of the bread remains over on the next day, this remnant you must burn up; it is not to be eaten, since it is sacred.
35 Carry out all these commands in regard to Aaron and his sons just as I have given them to you. Seven days you shall spend installing them, 36 sacrificing a bull each day as a purification offering, to make atonement. Thus you shall purify the altar by purging it, and you shall anoint it in order to consecrate it. 37 Seven days you shall spend in purging the altar and in consecrating it. Then the altar will be most sacred, and whatever touches it will become sacred.
38 Now, this is what you shall regularly offer on the altar: two yearling lambs as the sacrifice established for each day; 39 one lamb in the morning and the other lamb at the evening twilight. 40 With the first lamb there shall be a tenth of an ephah of bran flour mixed with a fourth of a hin of oil of crushed olives and, as its libation, a fourth of a hin of wine. 41 The other lamb you shall offer at the evening twilight, with the same grain offering and libation as in the morning. You shall offer this as a sweet-smelling oblation to the Lord. 42 Throughout your generations this regular burnt offering shall be made before the Lord at the entrance of the tent of meeting, where I will meet you and speak to you.
43 There, at the altar, I will meet the Israelites; hence, it will be made sacred by my glory. 44 Thus I will consecrate the tent of meeting and the altar, just as I also consecrate Aaron and his sons to be my priests. 45 I will dwell in the midst of the Israelites and will be their God. 46 They shall know that I, the Lord, am their God who brought them out of the land of Egypt, so that I, the Lord, their God, might dwell among them.
— Exodus 29 | New American Bible Revised Edition (NABRE)
New American Bible, revised edition © 2010, 1991, 1986, 1970 Confraternity of Christian Doctrine, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Cross References: Genesis 8:21; Genesis 22:7; Exodus 12:9-10; Exodus 25:22; Exodus 27:21; Exodus 28:2; Exodus 28:4; Exodus 28:39; Exodus 28:41; Exodus 30:25; Exodus 40:12; Leviticus 1:4-5; Leviticus 2:4; Leviticus 3:2; Leviticus 7:30; Leviticus 7:32; Leviticus 7:37; Leviticus 8:1; Leviticus 8:18; Leviticus 8:22-23; Leviticus 8:33; Leviticus 8:26-27; Leviticus 8:31; Leviticus 9:4; Leviticus 10:14; Numbers 20:26; 1 Kings 18:29; 2 Kings 3:20; Psalm 141:2; Haggai 2:5; Matthew 23:19; Ephesians 5:2; Hebrews 10:11; Hebrews 13:11; Revelation 6:9; Revelation 21:3
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Beba ugali
U think they beba ugali want to cut ya just waiting 4 meat. If u realise that u kill him b4 he does the same to ya. When 1 dont eat he dies and they want that. Mps have relented, now they have investigated scrap metal dealership is lucrative giving some people small capital to start, more lucrative even than their posts, so can even ambush those who have ventured into it or thinking. Folks take heed, ME abart dont take them back, even new dont take hin back again take a new 1. The somali people, got this bro. Click the link below
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WOHZ9QhI9M
Socks, tai or shoes like 10 pairs goes 4 $5, to stop all the monitoring that ought to feed the lifestyles of the lazy, making them looking down upon ya at the 2 points i mentioned dude
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0HZG8dqMPc
Dont sing to a white woman dat why, let them be prostitutes bro, they think u wanna take technology off them to out-shine them like nyamwezi belle tisa, wanwaleny bwana in-tara tara kanyo, sauli chako, chietha, nyofrith in the link below
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1N2i3d7Rls
Somali just came to induct me of avoiding much food as it attracts a gun as plotting crime, folks disatified with little but have not gained their plan and breeds disrespect. I think with war out-break in somali long-time and no justice now, they have known the truths of hell so wanna be their at once as a tribe, its a blessing in disguise. They would long to be served like in the usa or be there but cant happen. With their women let the be prostitutes, wachana na masomo as well as they are intertwined, synonyms dude, yesus got that blood as well as china, kinda, people who dont want real progress but true with Africans breeds a certain spirit with good things, they should just be like right now
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somali_Civil_War
The link below shows killings organized by Dignitaries liaising with hooligans like motor bike riders to annihilated as they have known on how to make formalin by immersing cut euphobia in water then hurl cold water, so they take it to the morgue liaising with authorities so they buy just little amount or put some cash in their pockets of to buy formalin which has been made at no-extra cost, it cost like $120 4 one dead body so if many like 100 cost $12000 which is around 1,500,000, which is put on roads as motor bikes later buys taxi then buses that ferry people to different Kenya cities. Mortuary bill should not be charged to eradicate this. The nation is poor and they refuse resorting to dubious ways thinking wont be unearthed.
Wichita state University i dont wanna be thre and i done told you friends, i have gone to the university of hooliganism and i got a 1st class degree in brutality, then stop many words, dont play guitar to me dude like a cow wont listen bro, well, give me the visa and apart from hitting ya eye (male) with stone to take me to jail i will light fire on ya wooden apartment and it will be loss to ya and jail me 4 years. Dude thats ya want, tell me dude, what do u want, dont u now clearly knows ya time is over dude in the link below
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JAa3NvP6f4
Also i got beside the above, degree in domestic violence from university of du-mexico, nyofrith, pierith saying ya own things in books, daytime lies dude, am feed up with dude
If we got a padlock that if u open has a wireless alarm system that rings in ya house, blue tooth 1 or fingerprint enabled 1 and many more why keep dogs 4 male they instigate bad sexual characters in male but excusable with women in the link below
https://www.google.com/search?q=alarm+enabled+padlocks+from+china+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjpjMb18-fnAhUnA2MBHeNzD8IQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910
https://www.pinterest.com/makelock/siren-alarm-padlock/
mcsleepynelson search dude
Vehicle link made in kenya below
https://africa-facts.org/6-cars-produced-in-africa-by-africans-for-africa/
The above kid, when he was being made was like the greatest sex. People whodont have great sex give birth to polite kids.No kidding dude, okna-ng'otho why lie bro, I did not fuck bro, sikutomba to bring a disturbing kid who wants goodie just from me, behave like he knows all yet youn, cant play like other kids. They will not stop saying u want their food or cash, yet its been years they see u eating without begging them so it hurts them, still they wanna send money to Tz with all the explained in other tumblr a/c like E-vehicle overtaking oil that tz got oil they will benefit cause the natives hate being employed and are lazy. Dude get it its wrong, change tactics, or let it be war, come out don’t call other fellows and let us fight to see the winner. U wretched and wicked wanting peoples food many people yet u u eat in darkness or seclusion. Big shame, I still say die, Mr Dennis go back to ya nation, don’t bring ya kids to people yet u still live good than them, anyway whats ya kid with kitten like ear lobes, a people who knows nothing but disturb, don’t waste my fxxxxxxxxxxxcking time, got people to see, places to go, not just with u or ya kid. Stop sickening character dude of even employing dat character to youth as its good because u r white, get back to ya nation. Many desperate get there make it and send money back home, why not u dude, stop being a drug baron and nuisance. HIM Wanting to grab ya manhood and food while reverse it, stop dude, stop monitoring what others are eating dude while u, u get money online, live ya life dude.
Movies should be taken to theater a new 1 to reduce Dstv menace, build many theater people to avert whats related to dish menace. Am eying to open 1 dude, why lie, dont let me die and once i got my cash u see me opening 1. Click the link below dude
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixxQ8Zx2J0Q
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOT-EVjmEf8
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_movie_theater_chains
The dough taken with cold water, or bread or wheat products taken with cold passion soda explained above u take at your own time not in their vicinity. Can keep them at ya home and partake them at night, even when they annoy ya immediately u cant take it cause they will give ya names like strangling 1 but take it at night in ya own pleasure or free time dude to a shame the Spirit not mr devil as earlier perceived.
Earth crust is 16 km, the green-man dug it long time and left to planet Venus leaving Europe and America empty b4 the whites now in Europe went their to occupy the free left land just like now with going to mass, dude History repeats its self, they dug holes from below to the upper crust as atmosphere, then some they left opened and people know to date though structures have been constructed to hide them while others they dug a big hole again on top of that hole and hurled big rocks then marum to block them, to date people dont know there are holes there but structures as well on-top of them but the white men knows the bearing of those places and now the structures on top of them, so another reason as tourists come to check with other hidden local friends like hawkers if they have been identified or not cause countries as china, Taiwan deemed to be enemies can came like in Migosi Estate and get to the utter crust via them to attack other lands once they got electric-drones which dont use fuel which the white man never fathomed could be so its a threat all-together and china getting to the usa to investigate the same even on white-house land trump meeting dude. It the Gimmick china as E-Asia is using cheating usa they dont want kebi yet writing text to each other using kids to deliver. USA take heed bro, be warned of friends. They want ya to quit, with recent technological advances like E-bikes in Taiwan and other Asian tiger nations. Click the link below 4 more, china even got drones without wings, internal propellers to facilitate the same
https://www.google.com/search?q=passanger+e-drones+without+propelars+photos&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiFttjopuXnAhVL0RoKHQ8KC68Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=passanger+e-drones+without+propelars+photos&gs_l=img.3…8646.13170..14034…0.0..0.230.2411.0j6j6……0….1..gws-wiz-img._rMjWfZk1Lo&ei=uzFRXsXsCcuia4-UrPgK&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d
Mtastop haje hiyo character ya kusema mtu anataka chakula yako natena unamumonita kama ako na do, amanikuchizi. Shortly without pity or shame u talk to him good as u want from him,u think i will strungle myself 4get, sasa ni mawe, hebujaribu kunishow dhach, uone kama natowa macho, peleka mtoto wako mtukutu huku, kufa, die dont want my money then u revise it. Weka pesa kwa simu then show us the receipt that i beg u money. Jinga hii, shoga huyu, minataka vitu za bure, nenda kwenyu mwenye meno mbaya, kikuyu hii, ugly animal. Nyofridh, nyofridh, chieth, mime-enda wapi sasa, pesa sitawapatiya, kwenda huku na mboro ovya yenye wajaroga kama ya neli mimi abat
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aseyudo nyako manyiewo na gikmoko kana kwamba mimi ni misichana, yani kanene tawuotho kagima asoko piny in a haste to spirit molo cool ni mimi ni mtu mzima i should slow down dude. Awinjo kaka nyili winjoga gi machaligi omonegi gikmoko, eeeya wang!!
Euphorbia in water then Hyde placed make gadgets like shoes, mattress, hammer car, pencils etc. When newspaper placed makes even limousine like lincolin cars, xmas lights, tree, ballons and even flowers. As what u put in the dough process to give ya those gadgets i have explained on the mrfoolsir tumblr u replace them with Euphorbia method dude.
Euphobia placed in honey makes honey buns, chapaties, mandazi, cakes, tea, coffee, cocoa, cobblers glue, gum, belts, tv and even shoes and jacket.
Placed in milk u come up with long life milk products, meat, kales, tomato, onions, fruits, cloths, cassava, soup like indomie, flour either wheat or millet, groundnuts, potatoes, milk shake, ghee, yorghurt or ice cream dude. Why go the long way if ya nation got no wheat 4 dough or rye. When the child belly is full then we start joking with the kid buying them just snacks not hiding from responsibility and heaping it on others while they got theirs. Child love starts from there dude.
Dont signal me by side, still it will land u in hell, the question being “why did you not write even in the local flights where no 1 could see on their eye what u r thinking then give it to the fellow. Folks please do that if at dat time you got the cash to board 1.‘
Nimimi ndimi nilikuwa kwa jela, nikasema wengi wanataka kujiuwa juu hawana cahakula mimi unamonitor pesa zangu kwa scrap dealer hapo tu-mtaani na inawachoma. Wacha kuona njaa bwana, peter, dedan hautashika mboloya mtu kwani wewe ni nani. Shoga hii, lazy braggart, okal hizo miguu zako za masquito utajuta, shoga hii, kwenda huko, mwenye njaa, wacha post election etoke, utaona, jinga hii, kuletea watu watoto, bure kabisa, bloodifool. Tho! Wa-eki, have never borrowed u money dude, kwenda ukufe huko, maybe mtu amebadilika mimi but mimi i dont remember, fake huyu, kwenda huko.
Inducting dedanu and his likes on how to live well in future though living big, wanaweza linda the world if white men left 4 mass and given Rusia with its attributes no they will manipulate other tribes to cause war period, their plan dude
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Blog Psychologie, Ratgeber & Lebenshilfe
Von Stefan Svik
Folge 13: Dale Carnegie: „Wie man Freunde gewinnt“
„Der Mensch will bedeutend sein“
Der US-amerikanische Kommunikations- und Motivationstrainer Dale Carnegie (1888-1955) hat mit „Sorge dich nicht – lebe!“ wohl eines der hierzulande bekanntesten Bücher über das Positive Denken geschrieben. Außerdem ist er der Autor des Ratgebers über das Schließen von Freundschaften, was auf manchen potenziellen Leser vermutlich etwas befremdlich wirkt, klingt es doch nach Manipulation und dem Erläutern einer Fähigkeit, die bereits fast jedes Kind instinktiv beherrscht.
Entstanden ist das Buch, so schildert es Carnegie, als er Kurse über Rhetorik hielt und dabei bemerkte, wie sehr es den Teilnehmern an grundlegenden sozialen Fähigkeiten mangelte. „Wie man Freunde gewinnt“ lehrt Empathie und ermahnt zu mehr Frustrationstoleranz und Geduld, Demut, Dankbarkeit, Respekt und Rücksicht mit seinen Mitmenschen. Es ist aber vor allem für oberflächliche Beziehungen, etwa im Verkaufsgespräch gedacht. Der Autor verrät ehrlicherweise, dass es kein allgemein gültiges Patentrezept gibt, um mit sämtlichen Menschen klarzukommen. Wer also Tipps gegen Mobbing und Hilfe bei tiefer gehenden Problemen sucht, wird in diesem Buch zwar Anregungen finden, aber damit allein nicht über bestimmte Grenzen hinauskommen. Es bleibt so oberflächlich wie das amerikanische „How are you?“, auf das nur eine einzige Antwort erwartet wird: „Fine. Thank you. How are you?“.
Das Buch ist schon sehr alt und es stammt aus den USA, das merkt man an den Beispielen, die Carnegie gibt: sehr gerne orientiert er sich an US-Präsidenten. Und statt von einer Psychiatrie spricht er von einer „Irrenanstalt“ und bezieht sich auf einen Arbeitsmarkt, der so völlig anders aussah als es 2020 der Fall ist, in dem eine abgeschlossene Berufsausbildung längst kein Garant mehr ist, um Arbeit zu finden.
Der Ratgeber ist in sechs Teile aufgeteilt. Im Grunde genommen enthält das Buch recht wenig Inhalt, der dafür dann ständig wiederholt wird. Die Sprache ist klar verständlich und die Beispiele sind trotz ihrer teilweisen Angestaubtheit gut gewählt und überzeugend. Als Hörbuch werden die Kapitel durch freundliches Vogelgezwitscher unterbrochen und der Sprecher fasst zusammen, was soeben gelehrt wurde. Wie bei jedem vernünftigen Ratgeberbuch gilt, dass es nicht am Stück konsumiert werden sollte. Besser immer wieder pausieren und aktiv mitarbeiten, etwa durch Notizen, um sich den Inhalt besser einzuprägen. Vor allem sollten die Lektionen in der Praxis umgesetzt werden, sonst bleibt es nur Berieselung und Zeitvertreib und dafür ist das Buch weder unterhaltsam genug noch sprachlich besonders erquickend.
Versetze Dich in andere Menschen hinein! Wer gerne Sahnetorte isst und dann zum Angeln geht, wird erfolglos bleiben, wenn er Fische mit Süßkram anlocken will, denn das schmeckt zwar dem Angler, aber die Fische sollten mit dem geködert werden, was sie mögen.
95 Prozent ihrer Zeit denken Menschen an sich selbst. Wieso sollten sie sich für uns interessieren, vor allem dann, wenn sie uns offensichtlich ebenfalls gleichgültig sind?
Höre anderen Menschen gut zu! Lass sie ausreden! Menschen lieben es, ihren eigenen Namen zu hören. Also ist es sehr vorteilhaft, wenn man sich ihre Namen merkt und ihnen Respekt zollt, indem man sie korrekt anspricht.
Menschen wollen ihr Gesicht wahren. Beginne Gespräche mit einem Kompliment oder mit Dingen, in denen ihr euch einig seid, sammle „Ja‘s“ ein, dann ist es leichter auch eine Zusage zu dem zu erhalten, was man eigentlich vom anderen möchte. Das habe bereits Sokrates begriffen, betont Carnegie.
Lobe und gib Vorschusslorbeeren statt zu tadeln, dann erreichst du viel eher dein Ziel.
Menschen wollen gerne etwas kaufen, aber sie wollen ungerne etwas aufgeschwatzt bekommen. Gib anderen die Möglichkeit zu glauben, dass sie selbst auf die Idee gekommen sind, die du ihnen suggeriert hast.
Einen Streit kann man nur gewinnen, indem man ihn gar nicht erst führt. Als Beispiel nennt Carnegie eine Party, bei welcher der Gastgeber darauf beharrte, dass ein Zitat aus der Bibel und nicht von Shakespeare stamme. Der Mann hatte Unrecht, der Gast ließ es auf sich beruhen. Der Klügere gab also nach. Hätte der Gast bewiesen, dass er im Recht ist, hätte er ganz kurz einen Triumph haben können, hätte dafür aber den Gastgeber blamiert und sich somit eventuell einen Feind gemacht. Tatsächlich weist Carnegie darauf hin, dass Diplomatie ratsam ist und reflexartige Reaktionen oft nicht empfehlenswert sind. Er schreibt aber auch, dass es besonders bei empfindlichen Menschen gut ist, sehr vorsichtig in der Wortwahl und beim Verhalten zu sein – das gilt aber eben nicht zwangsläufig im Umgang mit jedem Menschen. Glücklicherweise gibt es vertrauten Menschen, die Sarkasmus verstehen, die kritikfähig, selbstironisch und klug genug sind und bei denen nicht jedes Wort auf die Goldwaage gelegt werden muss.
Bis hierher klingt Carnegies Buch wie eine extrem unsympathische Anleitung zur Schleimerei, zum Verbiegen und zur völligen Unaufrichtigkeit, und das im Grunde genommen nur mit dem banalen Ziel, anderen etwas zu verhökern oder sie für die eigenen Zwecke einspannen zu wollen. Doch dieser Eindruck ist nicht ganz richtig. Carnegie rät dazu, ehrlich zu loben statt unaufrichtig zu schleimen, denn Schleimer mag niemand! Die Sekretärin ist sehr unbeholfen beim Diktat? Aber was bewundert man an ihr aufrichtig? Carnegie nennt als Beispiel eine Szene, in der die Dame für ihre wundervolle Kleidung gelobt wird. Dann lässt man der Frau Zeit, das Kompliment auszukosten und schiebt hinterher, dass sie in Zukunft bitte besser auf die Zeichensetzung achten möge.
Gib deine eigenen Fehler zu. Interesse dich aufrichtig für andere Menschen und gewinne in zwei Monaten mehr Freunde als andere, die zwei Jahre damit vergeuden, andere für sich interessieren zu wollen. Carnegie zitiert dazu viele Briefe aus dem Geschäftsleben und schildert Situationen mit mächtigen Unternehmern, gibt Beispiele, wie ein Streit perfekt deeskaliert wurde und am Ende noch größere Aufträge fürs eigene Unternehmen hereingeholt werden konnten.
Wenn du dich bewirbst, dann erzähle nicht nur von dir, sondern vermittle vor allem, welchen Nutzen du dem anderen bringst und wie du dem Unternehmen hilfst, mehr Geld zu verdienen.
Im Grunde ist es in jedem Kapitel immer das gleiche Spiel: Gib anderen Menschen zuerst das, was sie brauchen und fange Fliegen mit Honig statt mit Galle. Das alles ließe sich auch auf zehn Seiten in einem Zeitschriftenartikel etwa im „Spiegel“ oder in „Psychologie Heute“ unterbringen, aber Carnegie geht auf Nummer sicher und wiederholt seine Aussagen so lange, bis sie wohl jeder gehört hat. Nun gilt es nur noch, das Gelernte in die Tat umzusetzen.
Wertung: 75 %
Dale Carnegie: „Wie man Freunde gewinnt“
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Gelesen von: Till Hagen, Stefan Kaminski.
Das Buch erschien erstmals: 1936.
Das Hörbuch erschien: Am 05.04.2012.
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Persona 3 - Mein Bewertung
Seit Anfang des Monats spiele ich Persona 3. Heute habe ich es nun endlich beendet. Und hier ist meine finale Bewertung des Spieles. (Ich sollte euch warnen das ich auf “easy” und dementsprechend nicht den Epilouge gespielt sondern nur darüber gelesen habe.) Für alle die das Spiel noch nicht gespielt haben... sind hier natürlich Spoiler enthalten.
Ich werde bei dieser Bewertung vermutlich kein System haben, sondern einfach das schreiben, was mir so in den Sinn kommt.
Ich muss ja sagen, dadurch das ich Persona irgendwie rückwärts spiele (also erst die 5, dann die 4 und jetzt eben die 3) ist es mitunter vielleicht ein bisschen unfair von mir manche Dinge zu kritisieren, die in späteren Spielen verändert wurden, ich werde es aber dennoch tun.
Here we go...
Ich muss sagen, ich fand das Einstiegsvideo an sich echt interessant. Natürlich kann absolut nichts mit Jokers Show-Off-Szene zu Beginn von P5 mithalten (ja, ich weiß das ich diese Szene vielleicht ein bisschen zu oft lobe), aber sie war auf jeden Fall deutlich besser als die Eingangsszene von Persona 4G. Der beste Moment war definitiv als Minato/Makoto (hauptsächlich werde ich ihn den MC - für MainCharacter - nennen) in der DarkHour an Särgen vorbei läuf und schließlich in einer Blutpfütze stehen bleibt und kein bisschen überrascht oder geschockt oder verängstigt war. Ich fand es ziemlich amüsant das man diesen “I don’t care” - Charakterzug beibehalten konnte, wenn man das wollte. Ich habe es zwar nicht getan, aber ich habe mich oft gefragt das das nicht besser zu dem MC gepasst hat den wir in der Eingangsszene erlebt haben.
Was ich an sich im ganzen Verlauf des Spieles nicht so schön fand war das sie aus Yukaris Angst sich den Kopfschuss zu geben nichts gemacht haben. Im Intro hat sie es panisch versucht und dann schließlich aufgegeben, als wir angegriffen wurden hat sie es ebenfalls nicht geschafft, aber als wir das erste Mal im Dungeon sind macht sie es dann ohne große Probleme. Es gab einige Dinge von denen ich dachte, dass man sie hätte besser ausweiten können und dass es vergeudete Chancen waren, aber das war das erste was mir aufgefallen ist. Wäre es nicht sinvoll gewesen das ganze etwas hin zu ziehen? Das sie die ersten Male im Dungeon nur ihre Waffe benutzen kann aber nicht ihre Persona? Und das man ihr einen Grund dafür gibt? Ich meine, die Backgroundstory ihres Vaters wäre perfekt gewesen. Anstatt bei dem Unglück zu sterben, hätte er halt nur überleben müssen um sich kurze Zeit später einen Kopfschuss zu geben, weil er es nicht mehr ertragen konnte und schwupp hätten wir einen guten Grund für Yukari gehabt panische Angst davor zu haben sich den Kopfschuss zu geben - versteht mich nicht falsch, natürlich ist es auch so sicherlich beängstigend das zu tun, also einen fetten Grund hätte es genau genommen dafür nicht geben müssen, aber zumindest hätten sie es etwas ausbauen können. Hätten ihr eine Möglichkeit geben sollen - im verlauf der Story - diese Angst zu überwinden.
Neben dieser Sache waren auch die an sich sehr interessanten Konflikte im Team etwas, von dem ich das Gefühl hatte, das sie es total verschwendet haben. Das Buildup für Junpeis Eifersucht und Yukaris Wut auf Mitsuru weil sie zu dieser speziellen Familie gehörte, die im Zusammenhang mit dem Tod ihres Vater steht war super. Aber der große Showdown war irgendwie... ernüchternd, die Folgen kaum Spürbar und 2 Tage nach dem “Showdown” gab es eine Entschuldigung und auf einmal war alles wieder gut. Hm.. vielleicht bin ich da ein bisschen Verwöhnt von Trails of Cold Steel, wo die Charas die sich nicht mochten keine Links formen und damit den Kampf negativ beeinflussen konnten, aber irgendwie habe ich schon gehofft das sich das zumindest für einen Monat auch irgendwie auf Kämpfe auswirken würde.
An sich muss ich aber sagen, dass ich die Art und Weise wie das Spiel mit den Charas und ihrem Drum-Herum umgegangen ist echt super fand. In P4 und P5 hatte ich immer irgendwie das Gefühl das das Leben allers Teammitglieder sich nur um dich und das gemeinsame Ziel dreht, während dein Leben als MC sich hauptsächlich um dein Team und das gemeinsame Ziel dreht. In P3 hatte ich das Gefühl das jeder Chara noch ein Leben außerhalb von dir und eurer Mission hat, der Beziehungen eingeht und sie weiter entwickelt während du dasselbe tust. Der sich verliebt und leidet. Ich weiß das auch die anderen Spiele zumindest versucht haben dir das Gefühl zu geben das es so ist, aber ausschließlich in P3 ist es für mich selbst auch tatsächlich so rüber gekommen. Und obwohl ich es auf der einen Seite schade fand das ich mit den männlichen Mitglieder meines Teams keine Social-Links hatte, tat es an sich irgendwie gut das meine besten Freunde außerhalb des Teams lagen. Man ist ein Team, kommt gut miteinander klar und kämpft für und miteinander, aber am Ende des Tages sind diese Leute nicht deine besten Freunde und das ist für mich vollkommen okay so und war ein netter Kontrast zu den vorherigen Spielen. Allerdings hatte es den negativen Side-Effekt das man manchmal als Spieler keine wirkliche Beziehung zu einen Chara aufbauen konnte. Als Junpei irgendwann meinte: “Hey, wir sind doch aber trotzdem Freunde, oder?” Dachte ich nur: “Seit wann sind wir denn Freunde?” Also ich denke das Spiel hätte vielleicht nicht nur viel Aufmerksamkeit darauf legen sollen was die Teammitglieder so mit anderen Leuten machen, sondern auch wie sie so mit dir sind, gerade auch außerhalb dieser “Live and Death” - Situationen und Social-Links. Nichts desto trotz mochte ich es sehr, dass die Beziehungen der Charas in und außerhalb des Teams weiter gewachsen sind, während der MC sein Leben gelebt hat. Das war für mich persönlich einer der größten Pluspunkte des Spieles. Und es hat den anderen Teammitgliedern oft auch ein schönes Mass an weiterentwicklung ihres Charakters gegeben. Für mich persönlich hat P3 das von allen Spielen am besten gehandhabt.
Kommen wir nun also am besten gleich zu einem der größten, wenn nicht sogar dem Größten Minuspunktes des Spieles: Du kannst die anderen Charas im Kampf nicht steuern und hast beim Kauf von Waffen keinen direkten Zugriff auf sie und ihre Ausrüstung. Urg! Was mich das manchmal aufgeregt hat. Die KI der anderen Charas könnte wirklich schlimmer sein und wenn man mit den Taktik-Optionen dealen will, dann kan man schon viel erreichen. ABER wenn ich einen Chara der Media und Dia kann zum Heiler mache und mein gesamtes Team schon fast gut die Hälfte seiner HP/LP verloren hat, dann soll mein Heiler verdammt nochmal Media zaubern anstatt SP zu verschwenden um umständlich in jeder Runde einen anderen Chara zu heilen. Und das ist nur EIN Beispiel für das was mich wahnsinnig gemacht hat. Ein anderes war, dass ich einen Shadow nie alalysiert habe, weil ich zufällig sofort herausgefunden habe was seine Schwäche ist und eine All-Out-Attack damit IMMER sehr früh stattgefunden hat, also bevor die Analyse beendet werden konnte und OBWOHL meine Charas in einem Kampf mit dem Monster herausgefunden haben das “Strom-Attacken” es heilen, haben sie diese in neuen Kämpfen mit demselben Monster immer wieder auf es angewandt, nur weil ich die Analyse nicht abgeschlossen hatte. Was mich schließlich dazu geführt hat wertvoll Punkte und Zeit zu verschwenden, damit Shadows analysiert werden konnten und meine Teammitglieder nicht mehr so einen Bullshit machen. Oder auch toll, ein Boss-Gegner verwendet eine Technik die alle Angriffe mit Waffen reflektiert und er ist immun gegen jedes Element. Heißt also du MUSST ihn angreifen, sonst kannst du ihn ja nicht besiegen. Was machen meine Teammitglieder? Stehen da und warten, weil sie der Meinung sind nichts tun zu können. Das Ding ist nur, er hat die Angriffe doppel so stark zurück gegeben und einen damit gekillt und ist der MC tot, ist das Spiel GameOver, ich als MC konnte es also eigentlich nicht machen. Lasst uns nicht darüber reden wie Mitsuru ihre ganzen SP in einem Kampf darauf verschwendet hat jede verdammte Runde zu versuchen den Shadow zu Charmen und nicht einmal angegriffen hat. Oder wie ich fast Game-Over gewesen wäre, weil ich meinen Chara im Charm-Zustand nicht steuern konnte und keines meiner Teammitglieder gewillt war mich mit einem vorhandenen Item zu heilen. Also... das kann ich nur immer wieder kritisieren. Ich weiß das es realistischer ist. Wer steht schon tatsächlich auf dem Kampffeld und ruft: “Yukari, benutzt Mediarama!”? Das ist mir schon klar, aber in einem Spiel ist das absolut unpraktisch und hat mitunter den Schwierigkeitsgrad des Spieles extrem erhöht. Es war natürlich auch nervig wenn ich neue Waffen gekauft habe und weder gucken konnte weche Werte die aktuellen Waffen meiner Teammitglieder hatten noch sie direkt ausrüsten konnte. Ich weiß das die Charas ab und zu selbst ihre Ausrüstung verbessert haben, aber mitunter hat mir das einfach zu lange gedauert. Wenn ich nicht gewesen wäre hätte Yukari auf Ebene 3 des Dungeons noch ihre Waffe aus Ebene 1 ausgerüstet gehabt. Deswegen... wie gesagt. Fand ich das System absolut schrecklich - obwohl es im Prinzip zum Spiel gepasst hat, weil man da eben eine andere Beziehung zu den Teammitgliedern hatte, als in P4 oder P5. Trotzdem war es für mich als Spieler einfach nur doof.
Ich muss ja sagen, in solchen Spielen bin ich eine treue Seele. Mein MC bekommt ein Sweetheart und keines mehr. Wenn man aber ALLE Social-Links in P3 maxen will, dann ist das ein fettes Problem, denn jedes Mädels mit dem man einen hohen Social-Link hat dated man automatisch, ohne vorher gefragt zu werden. Ich habe außer Yukari kein Mädchen höher als bis Stufe 4 gebracht, weil alles was danach kommt schon irgendwie in die Richtung “Daten” fällt und ich das einfach nicht wollte. Ich hatte mich zu Beginn des Spieles für Yukari als MCs Partnerin entschieden (basically hat mir das Spiel dafür eine Vorlage geliefert, aber dazu später...) und es hat mich extrem genervt das ich dadurch keine Freundschaften mehr mit anderen Mädels schließen konnte. Bei Aigis wäre es mir so wichtig gewesen ihr sagen zu können “Okay, ich liebe dich nicht, aber ich hab dich trotzdem lieb und bin für dich da”, weil sie so bessessen war davon mit dir zusammen zu sein und sie es verdient hätte gezeigt zu bekommen das sie einem wichtig ist, auch wenn man sie nicht so liebt wie sie dich liebt. Also auf jeden Fall fand ich das extrem ungünstig, aber es wurde ab P4 dann ja anders gehandhabt.
Weil wir gerade beim Daten sind. Ich muss ja sagen, als mir vor ein paar Tagen gesagt wurde Aigis und Minato wären das P3 Ship und woanders gelesen habe das dieses Ship In-Game extrem gepusht wurde, konnte ich das garnicht verstehen. Yukari hat von Anfang an ein Herz für dich und es ist nicht so das man da nicht auch einige Hinweise dafür bekommt, dass es beidseitig ist. Ich meine... das Love-Hotel... *hust* Anyway, ich fand es entsprechend extrem krass, dass unser MC seine letzten Minuten mit dem Kopf auf Aigis Schoss verbringt. In einem relativ romantischen Setting. Ich meine... ja... wenn man ein Game-Plus spielt kannst du wenigstens nach der Szene mit Aigis in den Armen deiner Partnerin einschlafen... aber erst im Plusgame? Was soll das? Das ist noch mehr Mittelfinger als das was Falcom mit Rean und Alisa gemacht hat, denn die hatten wenigstens den Arsch in der Hose von Anfang an nur Rean und Alisa zu hinten, während Atlus von Anfang an Yukari supported hat, nur um sie dann ohne deine eigene Entscheidung zu berücksichtigen für Aigis zu kicken? WFT?! Noch besser finde ich ja, wie sie das Shipping-Problem mit Yukari und Aigis im Epiloge geklärt haben... *grummel grummel grummel* Aber da ich den nicht selbst gespielt habe, werde ich dazu auch nichts weiter sagen.
Bevor wir zu meiner Meinung zum Plot des Games kommen, noch kurz ein paar Worte zur Musik und Grafik und dem Zeitmanagment In-Game so wie dem allgemeinen Pacing in Sachen Plot.
Also... die Musik? Schrecklich! Absolut schrecklich. Die meisten dieser Lieder waren ca. 60 Sekunden lang und haben dann auf Dauerschleife gespielt und es waren idR keine schönen Lieder/Melodien. Manche davon haben mich so extrem genervt das ich zwischendurch den Ton aus machen musste.
Die Grafik ist natürlich entsprechend des Alters des Spieles nicht sehr gut. Aber was mich eigentlich mehr gestört hat war, wie billig die Anime-Szenen mitunter gezeichnet waren. Grafik-Qualität ist die eine Sache. Das Spiel wurde ja immerhin auf der PS2 gespielt. Aber einen Anime ordentlich zu zeichnen hat nichts mit den Fähigkeiten einer Konsole zu tun.
Das In-Game-Zeitmanagment war wie üblich eine Qual. Die ersten In-Game-Monate wusstest du garnicht was du zuerst tun solltest und die letzten In-Game-Monate hast du praktisch nichts mehr zu tun. Erschwerend hinzu kam noch, dass die Möglichkeiten (vor allem im Vergleich zu P5) was man machen kann, extrem eingeschränkt waren. Vor allem wenn man Abends nicht ins Dungeon gegangen ist, war im späteren Verlauf des Spieles nicht mehr all zu viel zu tun außer schlafen zu gehen. (Da hat man Mal keine sprechende Katze oder einen nervigen Onkel am Hals die dir ständig sagen das du ins Bett sollst obwohl du noch zu tun hast und dann gibt es nichts was man tun kann...) Der letzte In-Game-Monat war pure Langeweile für mich.
Das Pacing des Spieles, war aber an Sich wirklich 1A. Es ist nahezu jede Woche, mitunter sogar jeden Tag etwas Plotrelevantes passiert. Was natürlich vor allem auch daher kam, dass wir eben auch den anderen Charas gefolgt sind, wenn sie wichtige Dinge getan haben - welche nicht selten in irgendeiner Form auf lange Sicht Plotrelevant waren. Also vor allem im Vergleich zu P5 aber auch zu P4 war das Pacing in Persona 3 echt super und verdient einfach ein großes Lob, gerade weil es einfach besser war als selbst im neusten Ableger der Spiele-Reihe.
So... nun zum Plot. Neulich hab ich gelesen das viele der Meinung sind das P3 den besten Plot von allen Persona-Spielen hat und... uhm... ja... ich finde nicht das man das wirklich vergleichen kann, weil der Plot aller Persona-Games sehr unique ist. Der Plot von Persona 3, so viel kann ich sagen, ist auf jeden Fall sehr, sehr dunkel - man sollte vermutlich nichts anderes von einem Spiel erwarten wo sich die Charas einen Kopfschuss geben, um ihre Personas zu beschwören. Der Tod ist... fast schon wörtlich genommen, ein ständiger Begleiter in dem Spiel. Viele unserer Charas haben ihre Eltern verloren, andere verlieren Freunde/Verwandte/Geliebte Menschen im Verlauf des Spieles. Und am Ende des Tages, muss unser MC sich opfern, um die Sicherheit der Welt zu gewährleisten. Der Grund warum die Shadows exestieren ist nicht weniger Dunkel. Dann werden wir irgendwann von einem scheinbaren Freund verraten... Die Story ist definitiv nicht schlecht. Sie ist sehr interessant und hat absolut einige Höhepunkte und überraschende Wendungen. Man kann also an sich gegen den Plot wirklich nichts sagen. Aber das Ende... das Ende... war schlecht. Sehr schlecht gemacht. Ich meine, es ist eine Sache wenn das Good-Ending kein wirkliches Happy-Ending in dem üblichen Sinne ist. Das mag ich zwar nicht, aber wenn es wie bei Final Fantasy X gut aufgezogen ist, kann man damit Leben. Aber P3 hat das total versaut. Wenn wir den Final Boss entgültig besiegt und Nyx versiegelt haben, kehrt unser MC mit dem Versprechen zurück ein normales Leben leben zu können, es wird dir nicht verraten, dass er nach einem Monat einschlafen und nicht mehr aufwachen wird, weil er seine Kräfte dafür verbraucht Nyx zu versiegeln (also theoretisch trennt er mit dem Siegel wohl eher Nyx von jemanden der sie ruft... aber lassen wir das...) Es ist alles total seltsam. Du versprichst deiner Geliebten ein Date, siehtst was du deinen Maximierten-Links allen Gutes getan hast und ständig bemerken alle das du müde bist und krank aussiehst. Und dann taucht Aigis auf und im Verlauf ihres “Ich will dich nur beschützen” - Monologes, während der MC den Kopf auf ihrem Schoss hat, weint sie die ganze Zeit und irgendwann wird dir klar das irgendetwas nicht stimmt. Und dann schläft dein MC ein, ohne seine Freunde wirklich nochmal alle als das Team was er kennt wiedergesehen zu haben. Im Plus-Ending schläft er noch in den Armen seiner Freundin ein, aber das wars dann auch schon. Laut Epilouge wacht er nicht wieder auf und stirbt am nächsten Tag. Im Epilouge übernimmt dann Aigis seine WildCard und freundet sich sehr eng mit der zuvor extrem eifersüchtigen Yukari an. Uh... what?
Ich muss auch sagen... dadurch das wir nicht wussten das unser MC stirbt, fand ich das Ending total... kalt. Es war überhaupt nicht emotional. Am Ende von P5 - was ja zum Glück ein gutes Ende hatte - saß ich da und hatte ein paar Tränchen im Auge, weil ich so stolz war auf unseren MC und sein Team und was sie alles erreicht haben. In diesem Spiel... nichts. Es hat mir alles nichts bedeutet. Und selbst der tot des MC ist an mir vorbei gegangen... weil ich zunächst nichteinmal sicher wusste ob er tot ist. Das war wirklich garnicht schön gemacht. Ich finde einfach des Ending eines Spieles, gerade auch wenn es ein Bad-Ending ist, sollte die emotional berühren. Das ganze war einfach... nicht gut aufgezogen. Mein MC hat Yukari versprochen mit ihr zu ihrer Mutter zu gehen, zu der sie eine schleechte Beziehung hatte, diese aber wieder kitten will, allerdings Angst hat sie würde böse Dinge sagen wenn der MC als ihr Boyfriend nicht an ihrer Seite ist. Das Versprechen all deine Freunde als Team wiedervereint noch einmal wieder zu sehen konnte der MC genau genommen auch nicht halten, weil er ja eingeschlafen ist bevor alle zu ihm gekommen sind. Und das alles, inklsuive Aigis weinender Monolog hätte so emotional sein können, wenn man als Spieler gewusst hätte, dass der MC sterben würde. Als das ganze so als Überraschungsmoment dar zu stellen hat dem Spiel (ähnlich wie bei KH3) absolut nichts gutes gebracht. Es hat das Ending noch wertloser gemacht als es ohnehin schon war. Und es war am Ende irgendwie... wertlos. Es war nicht schön... aber auch nicht wirklich traurig. Es war nichts besonderes. Es war fast schon langweilig. Und es hat für mich den Wiederspielwert sowas von gesenkt, dass kann ich euch garnicht sagen. Wenn ich Etliche Wochenenden damit verbinge ein Spiel zu zocken, dabei oft frustriert bin, trainieren muss obwohl ich das garnicht gerne mache, mich manchmal elendig langweile weil es nichts sinvolles In-Game zu tun gibt und nach alle dem so ein kaltes, wertloses unschönes Ending bekomme, dann ist das was ein Spiel für mich zu einem schlechten Spiel macht. Wenn ein Ending mich in keiner Weise emotional berührt, dann ist es schlecht und wenn ich mich für ein schlechtes Ending durch ein Spiel kämpfen muss, kann ich es auch gleich lassen.
Ich wollte euch eigentlich erst noch sagen, dass ich zunächst nicht sicher war ob ich Yukari daten würde, weil sie mich sofort an Sora (Digimon) erinnert hat und das ich aber sehr zufrieden war mit ihrer Charakterentwicklung und meine Entscheidung am Ende nicht bereut habe. Aber das soll für dieses Game reichen.
Daher ist dies das Ende meiner Bewertung von Persona 3.
Punke? 6 von 10. Vor dem Ending waren es 7 von 10. Aber für das Ending gibt es einen Punkt abzug.
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Christliche Musik | Gottes Reich ist auf Erden erschienen - Alle Nationen und Völker verehren Gott
I
Allmächtiger Gott, König auf dem Thron,
herrscht über das Universum.
Er blickt auf alle Völker und Nation’.
Die Welt erstrahlt von Gottes Herrlichkeit.
Alle Dinge im Universum werden seh’n,
alles Lebendige überall wird seh’n.
Die Berge, Länder, Flüsse und Seen,
Ozeane, alle Lebewesen,
haben im Lichte des wahren Gottes,
ihre Schleier geöffnet, wurden wiederbelebt,
als erwachten sie aus einem Traum zum Leben,
brechen wie Sprossen aus dem Boden ans Licht.
Oh, der eine wahre Gott erscheinet der Welt.
Wer wagt, wer wagt es, Ihm zu widersteh’n?
Jeder zittert vor Furcht, alle sind überzeugt,
auf den Knien, auf den Knien vor Ihm!
Seht sie um Vergebung bitten, seht sie endlos fleh’n.
Jeder Mund, jeder Mund in Anbetung!
II
Kontinente, Ozeane, Berge, Flüsse,
alle preisen Ihn endlos.
Frühlingsbrisen bringen feinen Regen.
Stromschnellen, wie Menschen,
mischen Trauer mit Freud’, vergießen Tränen der Schuld,
sie weinen, voller Schuld und Reu’.
Flüsse, Seen, Brandung, Wellen, alle singen
und preisen Gottes heilig’ Namen.
Alles Alte von Satan geschändet,
jedes Einzelne wird sich erneuern.
Alles, was verdorben, wandelt sich
und geht über in einen neuen Zustand.
Oh, der eine wahre Gott erscheinet der Welt.
Wer wagt, wer wagt es, Ihm zu widersteh’n?
Jeder zittert vor Furcht, alle sind überzeugt,
auf den Knien, auf den Knien vor Ihm!
Seht sie um Vergebung bitten, seht sie endlos fleh’n.
Jeder Mund, jeder Mund in Anbetung!
III
Dann erklingt ein heiliger Trompetenstoß.
Sei aufmerksam, hör’ hin.
Ein süßer Klang kommt vom Thron
und verkündet jeder Nation,
dass die Zeit bereits gekommen ist,
das endgültige Ende ist da.
Gottes Führungsplan ist vollendet
und Sein Reich herrscht nun auf Erden.
Jedes Königreich der Welt
ist zum Reich Gottes geworden.
Sieben Trompeten erschallen vom Thron,
künden von großen Wundern, die nun gescheh’n!
Gott ist erfreut Sein Volk zu seh’n, das Seine Stimme hört.
Alle Nationen und Länder versammeln sich.
Alle Menschen halten den wahren Gott im Mund’,
loben und jubeln, loben endlos!
Zeugen der Welt des einen wahren Gottes,
tosend, tosend wie Gewässer.
Alle werden sich drängen in Gottes Reich!
aus „Kundgebungen und Zeugnisse Christi am Anfang“
Empfehlungen: Gotteslob lieder anhören. Lobe unseren Gott mit ganzem Herzen und ganzer Seele.
Christliches Musikvideo | Verbundenheit mit Gott | Der Herr ist mein Hirte
Lobpreis Tanz | Lobpreis für Neues Leben im Königreich | Lobgesang vor dem Thron
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