#i really decided to make this a longer post
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I haven't written in actual years and finally decided to try and pick it up again. So here is the first story I've ever posted and I hope ya'll like it!
Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Summary: Confident reader works at a beauty supply store and lives an average life but one day two men walk in and things start to heat up (modern au and aged up)
WC: 4,730
MDNI
Warnings: f reader, cock warming, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up in real life ya'll lol), creampie (let me know if I missed anything)
You work at a beauty supply store and you expect it to be another normal day of customers, some who genuinely need help, some who have been doing their own hair for years, and some older women who like to argue with you until you start fuming. Until a red haired man and a blonde man walk into your store. The blonde looks like he doesn’t wanna be there while the red head looks happy and energetic. You ask them if they need any help finding something and the red head immediately responds “I’m looking for red hair dye”
“Well all our hair dye is down this aisle” you say as you walk towards all the hair dye “have you ever used professional hair dye before?”
“I didn’t really know there was a difference” he said while rubbing the back of his neck
Then the blonde chimes in “his girlfriend always does his hair” as he chuckles to himself
“Yeah she always does my hair and she told me to come here since she is out of town, I’ve never actually done my own hair”
“Oh does she come here often because if so I probably know her” you say a little excited
“Yeah she does!” He says excited “she has pink hair and the most beautiful yellow eyes” he’s like a love sick puppy and it makes your heart warm
“Oh so you’re Mina’s boyfriend, Kirishima right?” With a wide smile on your face
“Yeah I am” a small chuckles comes out of him
“And you must be the grumpy friend, Bakugou” you say trying to hold in a laugh
The blonde turns to you with a scowl on his face while Kirishima laughs and says “yeah that’s him”
“Well I’m happy to finally put names to faces”
You start to show him the red hair dye his girlfriend Mina always buys and all the things he is going to need. You notice another customer walks in the store, you excuse yourself from the two men for a moment to help the other customer.
“Hi welcome in, is there anything I can help you with” you say in your customer service voice to the older lady who just walked in
“Yes” she said obviously already angry “I purchased this electric razor from this store a week ago and I don’t like it! I need a refund!”
You calmly explain that she can’t return the item and point out the sign above the register that electric razors are final sales only and there will be no refunds. She is obviously not happy and starts to raise her voice “that sign wasn’t there a week ago! So I’m allowed a refund” her rant continues to the point she is yelling at you.
You start to get extremely angry as you try to continue to explain why the refund isn’t going to happen.
Bakugou and Kirishima hear the women now yelling at you and look over to see the confrontation. They start walking over to the register with all the items they wish to purchase and to see if you are okay but before they get the chance to confront the women yelling at you, you snap.
The anger you were suppressing as the woman berated you finally boiled over and you’ve had enough. You raise your voice at the women, not quite yelling but you are no longer speaking in your customer service voice. “Ma’am. You have no right to yell at me for doing my job. Instead of being a self obsessed person, how about you think how your words and actions affect other people?”
The woman is dumb founded at how you just spoke to her as she tries to collect herself you say “if you have a problem with our policies feel free to call our customer service line and if you feel the need to complain about me, my name is Y/N L/N, but I can assure you I will not lose my job and you will end up looking like the fool”
The woman had shock all over her face and she tried to say things but no words came out, she angrily huffed and stomped out the store.
You turn around and take a second to calm yourself down, if you could have you would have punched her across the face but you know if you did that you would most definitely lose your job. When you finally turned back around you are met with the shocked faces of Bakugou and Kirishima.
Embarrassment swept over your face “holy shit I’m so sorry about that!”
Kirishima still slightly in shock tries to say something but is interrupted by Bakugou “damn that was impressive” he said with a smirk on his face
You look at Bakugou with pink slightly dusting your cheeks “thanks, some people just don't understand common sense" you say as you push some hair behind your ear. Bakugou nods in agreement
You notice Kirishima holding the items you showed them “oh are you ready to check out?”
“Yeah” said Kirishima as he starts to set the items on the counter
You make some small talk while scanning their items and placing them in the bag, he then pays and starts to walk out the door before turning around to see his friend Bakugou “Yo Bakubro, you coming?”
Bakugou snaps out of whatever he was looking at and starts walking towards his friends and then leaves the store.
The rest of your day was fairly normal after that but your head was off thinking of other things.
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In the parking lot after they left
Kirishima looks over at his friend while walking towards the car “You were starting at her ya know?”
Bakugou looks at his friend “shut up shitty hair, I was not” a slight blush forming across his face
“Come on man you totally were and looks like she wasn’t upset about it” he chuckles “I bet I can get Mina to give her your number”
“I’m gonna hurt you unless you shut the hell up”
Their whole ride home was Kirishima teasing Bakugou while the blush on his face got a little darker
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Two days later
You are getting ready for your work day and you can’t stop thinking about Bakugou ‘why am I even thinking about him? I don’t know anything about him except the fact he is extremely hot’ your face starts to warm up just thinking about it. You shake the thoughts while heading out of your apartment to go to work.
Most of your day just flew by and next thing you know you only have an hour left until you gotta close the store. Then a familiar girl with pink hair walks in.
“Oh hey Mina! It’s great to see you!”
She has the biggest smile on her face while she walks up to you “hey girly!”
“I finally got to meet Kirishima last week, he’s so sweet and definitely obsessed with you” you wink at her and she chuckles “Did he forget something? it’s not like his roots grow that fast to need a touch up already” you laugh
“Nope” Mina’s smile didn’t falter which makes you slightly confused “I have something for you”
“Oh? What is it” curiosity gets the best of you
“Someone I know is interested in you” she shoots you a wink
Your cheeks start to warm up and you start thinking of who you know that Mina also knows. It then dawns on you that it could only be one person.
“By the look on your face right now it looks like you know who I’m talking about” she smirks
“Ummm… is it Bakugou?” You say at almost a whisper
“Ding ding ding! You win the prize” she holds out her hand and she is holding a piece of paper
You slowly reach out and grab the paper from her and unfold it. Your eyes get wide looking at the ten numbers written on it. “Is this…”
“Yup it’s Bakugou’s phone number, he wanted me to give it to you”
“Wait really?!” Shock is written all over your face
“Yeah you should give him a call when you get off work”
“Okay… I will but wait, why is he even interested in me? He only met me once and barely spoke” you say
“He saw the way you stood up for yourself when that lady was screaming at you and didn't give two shits about getting in trouble, he likes a girl who can stand her ground and you definitely showed that”
“Wow umm okay I guess that makes sense” you say while rubbing the back of your neck “I’ll give him a call once I close the store”
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40 minutes later
You just finished closing the store and as you walk to your car you are fiddling with the paper Mina had given you with Bakugou’s phone number on it. Once in your car you let out a sigh and dialed his number. The phone started ringing and ringing, the anxiety swirling in your stomach had you holding your breath ‘maybe he won’t answer. Am I really doing this? Shit I’m just gonna hang up and try later’ but before you can hang up the call and voice from the other end says “hello?”
“Umm hi… Bakugou?”
“Yeah, who is this?”
‘Shit did Mina not tell him I was gonna call?’
“It’s Y/N the girl from the beauty store” your nervousness makes your voice a little shaky and you hope he can’t tell
“Oh yeah the girl who wasn’t scared to stand up for herself” you can almost hear his smirk through the phone
Your nerves start to dissipate and your confidence comes through “so I hear you are interested in me” you smile to yourself
“Yeah I may be interested” he slightly chuckles
“So you gonna ask me out or do I have to ask you out?”
He laughs on the other end of the call “how ‘bout I pick you up tomorrow at 6pm?”
“I close the store tomorrow but I’ll be free by 8pm”
“8pm it is then”
“I’ll send you my address and I’ll see you tomorrow”
“It’s a date”
The phone call ends and you giggle to yourself. It’s been awhile since you’ve been this excited about a date
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The next day
You wake up and start your day like every other, styling your hair, doing your makeup, picking out an outfit, and making breakfast. Throughout your whole day you are giddy with excitement about your date tonight.
The day went by fast and you finally got home after work, you practically sprinted to your apartment door to start getting ready. You are halfway ready when you hear a knock on the door. You quickly grab your phone to see the time “shit it’s already 8!”
You quickly make your way to the door completely oblivious to what you were wearing. You open the door and are greeted by a tall handsome blonde named Bakugou. He is wearing black slacks that hug his legs perfectly, a black button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a gold chain around his neck. “Damn you look good” you say with a smile on your face. He looks you up and down and stifles a chuckle “you also look good but I don’t think you can wear that out” he smirks. You quickly realize you are still wrapped up in a towel from your shower and your face gets warm as a blush starts to appear on your face but that doesn’t waver your confidence.
“If you like what you see now just wait till I’m actually ready” you give him a wink “just give me 5 minutes and then I’ll be ready”
You motion for him to come in and then you walk away to your room to finish getting ready
Just as you said it took you only 5 minutes to get dressed. You walk into your living room wearing a tight dark green dress that shows all your curves with a thigh slit that stops just before your hip and a simple pair of matte black stiletto heels.
“Fuck you were worth the wait” he says with shallow breaths
You laugh and it just emphasizes how your breasts jiggle in a dress that leaves little to the imagination of your shape. He is just staring at you and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Should we get going?” You ask while walking towards him
You can see how his adam apple moves when he swallows before responding “yeah” he extends an arm for you to hold onto and you gladly accept and walk to his car.
The whole car ride he has his hand gripping your thigh and you can feel yourself getting wet, you push the thought out of your head then you finally arrive at the restaurant. He parks the car and gets out, he walks around to the other side and opens the door for you with his hand extended for you to take, you happily accept.
He stops in his tracks when you reach the door of the restaurant. “What’s wrong?” you look up at him with doe eyes.
You scan the area and see what he is looking at, it’s Mina and Kirishima. “Holy shit! What are you guys doing here?” You say while walking towards them
“Bakugou was telling us about your date tonight and how nervous he was so we thought we’d surprise y’all” Mina said with a smile stretched on her face
Bakugou sent a glare her way. You elbow Bakugou on the side “is that true? Mister tall and handsome was nervous?” A smirk on your face
He stammers over his words after you so openly called him handsome. “That’s okay, I was nervous too” you say while giving him a genuine smile.
“Wouldn’t have guessed your were nervous” he chuckles and you elbow him in the side again
“Oh look they look like a couple already and the date hasn’t even started yet” Mina says looking at her boyfriend. “Yeah like a match made in heaven” Kirishima adds
You and Bakugou send them both a look this time before Bakugou says “well should we head inside?”
Everyone nods and walks into the restaurant. The whole night was amazing and filled with smiles and laughter. Sadly the night had to come to an end and you said your goodbyes to Mina and Kirishima before making your way back to Bakugou’s car.
“Can’t believe they crashed our first date” Bakugou said while running his hand through his hair
“How ‘bout I make it up to you?” You say while getting into his car
“What do you have in mind?” He takes your hand in his
“When you take me home, come in for some wine”
He smirks and pulls your hand to his mouth and kisses it gently “I’d love to”
You both arrive to your apartment and walk inside. You go to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses then join him on the couch.
For hours you both talk about likes, dislikes, your pasts, and just about life while sipping wine. Next thing you know it’s 4am, you spent almost the whole night just talking.
“Fuck it’s 4am” you say while looking at the clock
“I guess I should head home”
He starts to stand up but you grab his hand and stand up with him. “Tonight was a lot of fun”
“Yeah it was, I’ll call you tomorrow”
You walk with him to the door and he starts to walk out your apartment. You quickly grab him by the wrist before he walks away and pull him into a kiss, a deep kiss that has him pushing you up against the wall with your hands gripping his shirt and his hands in your hair.
You both pull away breathing heavily. “I couldn’t let you go with out at least one kiss” you say
A smirk appears on his lips “can’t wait to kiss you again” he says before walking out your apartment
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A month goes by and you and Bakugou have officially started dating. It’s been amazing and it’s more amazing you both have been able to keep your hands to yourself this long other than passionate make outs. But that’s soon to change and you are going to make sure of that because it’s driving you crazy for how much you want him to touch you and have him inside you.
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You’re sitting at home in bed tossing and turning unable to fall asleep. Your head is swarming with thoughts of your boyfriend Bakugou. You let out a large sigh while sitting up abruptly and whipping the blankets off your body. You lean over and grab your phone off the night stand and hit the call button next to Bakugou’s name.
Ring ring
Ring ring
“Hey baby, what’s up?”
"What are you doing right now?" You sound a little frustrated
"Just hangin' with some of the guys, why?" Concern slightly laced in his voice
You let out a huff before saying "I need you"
"What do you mean baby? You already have me" he said confused
"Fuckin' hell, no! I need you here now, kissing me and touching me"
He is silent on the other end of the call
"Kats? You still there?"
"Yeah... just had to step outside so the guys can't listen in"
"Well how 'bout you just go ahead and ditch them and come over here" you say seductively
"Fuck, baby" his breathing gets slightly heavy
"Come on Kats~ and let me make you cum"
"I'm on the way"
He ends the call and walks back into Denki's apartment. "I'm leaving" he says while grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter
Denki looks up from his phone "Wait? Why?"
"Isn't it obvious" Sero laughs
"What do you mean?" Denki says confused
"He's got pussy waiting for him" Sero smirks
"Oh shit!" Denki says with shock on his face
Bakugou glares at his friends before heading out the door ignoring Sero and Denki's laughter
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Back at your apartment
You put your phone back down on your night stand sitting in bed wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of lacy panties. Almost 20 minutes pass and you're about to text Bakugou until you hear a knock on the door. You excitedly jump off your bed and walk to the door, opening it you find a sweaty Bakugou.
"Damn babe, did you run here?" you laugh
"I may have" He looks you up and down and his breath hitches for a moment
You notice how he looks at you and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in and shut the door behind him
"I promised I'd make you cum" you say while pulling him against your body
The hunger in his eyes grows and he pushes you up against the wall. "I promise I'll make you cum first" He smashes his lips against yours as his hands wander down to your hips and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck deepening the kiss even further.
You feel the bulge in his pants grow and start to grind into you, you moan into his mouth and follow his rhythm. You break the kiss first, when you pull your head back a string of saliva still connects the two of you. "Bedroom, first door on the left" is all you said before pushing yourself back to his soft plush lips.
Bakugou moans into your mouth as a response and then he starts to make his way to your bedroom with you still in his strong arms. It's like you weighted nothing to him as he made his way to the room, not a falter in his steps.
Bakugou throws you onto the bed and you let out a small gasp while landing on your back. He starts to crawl his way onto the bed until he is right above you with both hands on either side of your head supporting his weight. "I'm gonna make you feel good, princess~"
Bakugou leans down and places a kiss to your lips, you reach up and wrap both arms around his neck to pull him further into the kiss. You slowly raise one leg to wrap it around his waist to pull his whole body closer to yours and with your new leverage you are able to roll Bakugou over onto his back with you now straddling his lap.
To say his face looked shocked from what had just happened would be an understatement. You look Bakugou in the eyes with a smirk on your face "you seem confused, has no one ever taken control of you before~"
A slight blush starts to rise on his face as he looks at you, you don't break eye contact as you slowly start to slowly take off your own shirt leaving you just in your lace panties. The hunger in Bakugou's eyes grows even deeper when you strip yourself of your shirt and exposing your tits to him. (since you weren't wearing a bra)
"damn" Bakugou huffs out "you're stunning"
A confident smile appears on your lips as you lean down pressing your chest against his. "doesn't seem fair that you still have your shirt on now." You whisper into his ear as your hands glide down his sides until you reach the hem of his shirt and gently pulling it up.
Bakugou takes your hint and sits up and pulls his shirt over his head as you lean back to admire his beautifully sculpted body. After quickly throwing his shirt somewhere in the room his arms quickly wrap around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. Moving in unison and his tounge swipes across your bottom lip as if asking permission for entrance and you happily let him. Tounges swirling together and moaning into each others mouths as you slowly grind on the hard bulge in his pants.
Bakugou's lips started to drift away from your mouth and down your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. Your hands find their way into his blonde locks as his lips made their way further down you body until they reach you perky nipples. He slowly licks one small bud ,then takes the bud into his mouth to suck and nibble on it. You back arches into his body as you let out a moan and grip his hair tighter in your hands. A smirk forms on his lips as he detaches himself from your small bud and makes his way to the other to give it the same affection as the first one. That coaxed another moan out of you and you grind even harder on his clothed cock, in desperate need for some type of friction.
You sit up so you are standing on your knees and you run you fingers on the inside of Bakugou's waist band, you lean down to whisper in his ear "take them off." That sent a shiver down his spine but he follows your command and takes off his pants, "these to" you say while rubbing his hard cock through his boxers and he lets out a low moan.
Bakugou's hard cock springs out and lands on his stomach, leeking pre down his length. You take a few seconds to admire his cock before you take your hand to wrap it around his girth. He leans his head back and inhales a sharp breath threw his teeth. As you slowly stroke his length, you use your other hand to slip out of your lace panties and slowly rub circles onto your aching clit.
"fuck" he huffs and then opens his eyes to look at you and his eyes go slightly wide at the sight of you rubbing your own cunt. "shit princess, you're so... nngh... damn hot"
You start to slowly lower your self closer to his aching cock that's still in your hand, lining his member to your entrance. You look him in the eyes, his red eyes swirl with hunger and lust. "do we need a-" his words are cut short when you push yourself down on his cock, taking him all at once. Your walls flutter around him and your head leans back and you let out a loud moan. You look back down at him and while trying to steady yourself you say "no, want to feel all of you"
Leaning down and enveloping him in a deep kiss as you grind and ride him. You sit back up and your speed increases, your moans get louder as your hands grab your breasts. Bakugou is staring at you loving the view of you using him but he is becoming impatient with the slow speed. His hands grab your hips to help you ride him faster "fuck, Kats" you moan.
Bakugou's impatience officially got the best of him and he is now lifting you up and flipping you onto your back without leaving your tight cunt. "I'm done with this slow shit" he huffs "I'm gonna ruin you"
His speed picks up and all you can hear is the lewd sound of skin smacking skin and your crying moans. Bakugou's hand finds its way to you swollen clit and starts to rub slow circles. "fuck, your gonna make me cum" you moan
Your walls flutter around his member, squeezing him so tight with your climax quickly approaching. "shit baby, if you keep squeezing me like that I'm not gonna last"
His thrust start to get sloppy, losing his rhythm as his hand speeds up on your aching clit. "I-I'm gonna-" you scream out in ecstasy and your back arches off the bed, your cunt squeezes him even harder which makes Bakugou let out a deep moan.
"where do-"
"inside" you say in between gasps and your response made him groan "fuck, princess" It doesn't take long for him to paint your walls white with his spend.
He leans down enveloping you in a deep passionate kiss before putting his full weight on top of you and keeping his cock inside you. Both of your breathing starts to steady and Bakugou nuzzles his head into your neck kissing it gently. "I love you Y/N" he whispers extremely quiet almost hoping you didn't hear him because he thinks it's to soon to say. You lean back slightly to look at his face and place a hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently "really?"
"yeah, I knew I'd fall in love with you the moment I saw you stand up for yourself to that bitch"
You stifle your laughter "I love you to Kats" You smile at him warmly and pull his face to yours to softly kiss him. You two lay in bad a little while longer just absorbing the warmth you share.
"okay, I'm feeling sticky, get up" you giggle. Bakugou sarcastically groans and gets up, pulling himself out of you. You sigh at the sudden emptiness but then notice Bakugou walking out of the room "where are you going?"
"getting a wet cloth, you said you were sticky"
You look at him with so much adoration and love. When he comes back into the room, he sits on the bed and wipes you down. After cleaning you up he lays back down on the bed and extends his arm to you, his silent way of telling you he wants you close. You slide into his hold and lay your head on his chest and all you can think before sleep takes ahold of you is 'how did I get so damn lucky?'
#mha#my hero academia#bakugou fluff#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#bakubae#katsuki bakugou#bakugousmut#bakugou smut#bakugou x y/n#bakugou x reader#bakugou x fem!reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#I haven't written in a long time and I hope this is good
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The seashore or the sheetswhore
Diluc needs attention whilst you're distracted by your new book
TW CW// diluc x fem!reader, mention of the sea, fanfic, smut, dubcon kinda... I guess??, fingering, cunnilingus, fondling chest, diluc is being harsh on you, skull fucking, reading spicy things, temperature play if you squint hard enough, exhibitionism, marriage, diluc calling reader a whore and a slut, reader is a female, overstimulation, bondage but not really...
Definitely 18+ so minor dni
[[I'm not responsible for any minors reading my posts]]
I wrote this months ago but I wanna drop it here since it's baby's first smut writing!! Also I am posting this from a phone so I'm sorry for the layout, I tried my best to not be cringy, I really tried guys
please be kind to me :(
6k+ words (not proof read)
❗SMUT UNDER THE CUT❗
You looked outside of the window of the dawn winery. You can best describe the view as a winter wonderland. With the grape vines and trees covered in cold white dust, flickering fairy lights outside the manor and the crackling sounds of the fireplace next to you. Its atmospheric properties makes you yearn for the warmth of multiple layers of soft and comfortable blankets, a glass of hot cocoa on your bedside table, and cozying on your warm bed whilst you read a nice book that your husband brought to you as a souvenir from his business travel in Snezhnaya.
That book has been on your wishlist for a while now, it's a limited edition version with full sculpted leather hardcover and a beautiful hand painted spine by a Snezhnayan artist. Lisa has convinced you to give it a try since it's one of her favourites, and your husband has been generous enough to have snatched one when he's on a travel to Snezhnaya, which makes you giggle and kicking your feet like a child recieving a birthday present, at last you gave him a bunch of kisses that day.
You relaxed on your comfy bed whilst sipping the hot cocoa that's almost hot enough to burn your tongue, you decided to wait a little longer for it to become a humane temperature for your tongue. You place your favourite mug on top of the night stand and continue to read your romance novel. You read the book and become lost in your own imagination, following the story line about a young fisherman falling in love with the emperor's daughter.
As the story progresses you didn't even notice the fact that your bedroom door opens slightly
"Y/n?"
Your husband called out your name, but you're still focused on your novel that he gave you
"Y/n answer me"
Your husband peaked from outside the door, he noticed the book that you're reading and he chuckled lightly
"Dearest are you enjoying that book that I bought you? That's really cute dear but please take a break and have dinner with me. I made your favourite casserole and some skewered chicken"
He said as he leaned against the door frame
"Darling, let's eat okay? You can continue the book after dinnertime is over"
He said sternly this time. He is still tired and easily annoyed from the long hours of travel. He just got home from Snezhnaya a few hours ago and he already made you your favourite food by himself, you definitely married the right guy.
But the problem is that you're just getting to the spicy part of the book, when the main character and his love interest decide to explore the harbour after midnight and they end up sharing their deepest secrets and desires by the sea side. They shared a kiss, and it turns into something more, more than a hug, more than a peck on the cheek, more than the "I love you"'s
You are so focused on the story that you didn't even realize that diluc called you four times, you didn't even realize the fact that he's in the room with you right now.
As you're still in the fantasy of your book, you felt a hand on your thighs. You finally snapped into reality.
"D- Diluc, I'm sorry I didn't realize that you're here, I-"
"Keep reading."
Diluc said with a stern tone, making you oblige every word he said
You continue reading the book, the part where the fisherman undresses the girl whilst they kiss softly. As you're still reading, Diluc uncovers the blankets that have been doing a good job keeping you warm for this long.
You yelp as you feel the coldness, even with the help of a fireplace. Diluc gave you an expression that you don't need to know without words. You continued reading.
The young man begins to unbuckled his belt as his bulge swung open, shocking the girl in the process by the large size of it. She has never done anything quite like this before, the man held her hand as he careses her large chest that's still inside of her bra, her skin soft and delicate like a birds feather. This scene reminds you of the first time you did the deed with Diluc, a month after you became miss Ragnvinder. Diluc doesn't have the heart to ask for intimacy the first month of your marriage, he loves you too much to see his delicate and inexperienced darling crying because his girth is too much for her ((which happens a month later because he caved, so what's the point of waiting smh))
You felt your husband's hand caressing you in between your thighs, already discarded the pajama pants that kept you warm. You shiver down your spine, either from the cold air, or the excitement that you're experiencing from your husband, or maybe even both I'm not sure. You don't want your husband to be mad at you, so you continued reading the book in your hand. Trying your best to ignore the wetness of your underwear.
The fisherman caresses the girl's cunt through her soaked panties. Her soft breaths and moans decorate the ambience of the shore, as if singing with the seagull and the sea. You're so deep in the story that you didn't notice the fact that your husband already pushed your panties to the side.
He unexpectedly started licking your bare cunt without any warnings
"A-AH DILUC I-"
He looked up giving you an eye contact. Yet again, you always know what that means without him saying a single word. That look always makes you feel like a fool for thinking that you can deny his wishes. You continue reading the book as he's sucking and slurping your cunt.
You turned the page of your book and continue reading as your husband wishes. The man started kissing her glistening cunt softly and gently, ironic that's what I'm experiencing right now. He inserted a finger into her, preparing her for penetration.
"AH-"
You yelp as diluc entered his girthy finger inside you, you can't do this anymore. You can't handle this teasing, you can't handle his fast hand movement. His finger hitting all of the right places at the wrong time, making you lose control of yourself.
Fuck it, fuck this, fuck the book, you can't do this anymore. You need to apologize for ignoring your husband. You let go of the book from your hand. Causing it to fall into the cushiony bed mattress.
Diluc smiles softly as he glances up, seeing that he won, your attention is fully on him and the pleasure that he's causing you. His hand and mouth movement stern as he glances up looking at your lustful face, as if begging him to insert more, more than just a finger. And he obliged, he added another finger inside of your glistening cunt. Causing you to cry out of pleasure.
"Mmm- I'm so- sorry Diluc... ple- please slow down... ummm~ hurts- please..."
Diluc refused to slow down his pace, he continues pumping harder. Much more than what you're capable of. He's going so fast pace but your body can't keep up with his movements. You can't do this much longer, you'll come sooner or later.
"Luc... Please stop-"
He stopped when you told him to. You regret blurting that out nearing your end, he edges you and it's your own fault. So you must take the consequences of your own action. Diluc unbuckled his pants and reveals his ginormous cock. He finally says something
"Suck"
It's impossible. It's impossible to put that in your mouth with your gag reflex. Shoving that up your cunt is already difficult enough, you can imagine it closing your airway. You kneel close to his cock, still crying from the orgasm denial that your hubby gave you.
"For fuck sake it's an easy fucking job. Just fucking do it-"
Diluc says as he rammed his cock with his mouth, ignoring your tears and muffled cries. Your whines sent vibrations onto his cock, making him feel good. You continue to cry harder as your husband grabs your hair and continue slamming it hardly onto his cock. You can't breathe, but you let him continue until he's satisfied with the warmness of your mouth.
"Fuck. A slut like you shouldn't have felt this good."
He continues ramming your head onto his cock. He finally comes in your mouth. Releasing his sperm deep into your throat. He releases your hair as you choke on his semen.
As you continue to choke and cry, Diluc walked out of the room. He comes inside again in a bit, holding a rope on his left hand, closing and locking the door with his right hand.
"You thought I'm done with you?"
Sorry for the title, I thought that was funny, or it's just how my brain works at 4 in the morning lmao
Part 2? If this post got at least 150 interactions at least, hehe :p
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The shorter version: Hey could you talk about stone tops more? Or anything like that, people who like giving but not recieving?
The longer version: I’m sort of going through that process of self discovery, I’ve been meaning to ask about it somehow- basically I am sexually attracted to people (I think??), I get aroused, I enjoy masturbating, even talking with my partner about stuff we could do is arousing to me. I enjoy some submissive kinky stuff. Hell, my boyfriend (transmasc, both of us are) recently let me go down on him and it was like a fucking religious experience, I LOVED it, but I find it really difficult to enjoy anything being done directly to /my/ genitals. Like, I can feel the sensations, and they feel good, but I don’t build any arousal, like I can’t get in the mood? I know I’m not, but I do feel fucked up and broken. Spiritually, I want my boyfriend to rail me into next week, but physically I’m afraid there’s like. Something wrong with me, like,, I don’t work??? Idk. I’ve got major anxiety, I’ve got dysphoria, I guess I always figured it was one of those things. There’s only so many times I can feel Way Too Seen by fanfiction about Noted Asexual, Archivist Jonathan Sims before I start to wonder what exactly they’ve hit directly on the head, if that makes sense. I’m not asking you to Diagnose Me Asexual lmaoo but I was wondering about more like… asexual adjacent things? My boyfriend suggested I look into “service top” too. I… don’t feel like a top? I’m very submissive. But I’ve heard it’s not always top= dom, bottom=sub… how can I be a submissive top?
Sorry this is… so much. It’s really been weighing on me. Even if you don’t feel up to answering this I thank you profusely for the sex ed content you’ve been posting lately. Demystifying sex and promoting sexual health is so incredibly important, and even just what I’ve read from you makes a difference in the agency I feel over my sex life.
hi anon,
weeeeeee!!! this is a fun one.
so, first off, I'm just gonna throw this out there: liking the idea of something - for instance, your boyfriend railing you into next week - is not an innate sign that that's something you'd like in real life. I'll jack off to the idea of getting railed like Thomas the Tank Engine, sure, but in real life vaginal penetration has never felt like much of anything to me + I haaaaAAAAaaaate the idea of doing anything with even a teeny tiny slight chance of getting me pregnant. some stuff is fine to stay in the brain!
if you do ever decide to tentatively explore it with your bf, that's also fine and wonderful, but let's focus on what we know about your likes right now. you don't want to get fucked (awesome) but you like going down (also awesome). none of that means you are or aren't asexual, btw, there are loads of asexuals in the world who love to get railed and hate going down and also feel every possible way about every other possible array of sex acts. you're only asexual if you want to be, keep that in mind.
you're also only stone or a service top or whatever else if you want to be. words exist to be useful, not as an innate ontological truth to discover within yourself. personally I think it's waaaaay more important for people to refine their sense of likes, dislikes, communication, and boundary-setting than finding the exact right word for their particular cup of tea.
as long as we're talking about terminology, let's get into dom/sub and top/bottom. you're absolutely correct that they're not interchangeable, whatever the hooligans on various hellsites would have you believe. dom and sub are terms for power exchange play, when two people enact a power differential in which one partner is consensually given a great deal of control over the other, be it physically, psychologically, financially, or what have you. top/bottom simply refer to who is acting vs who is being acted upon during a sexual act; while some people identify intensely as either a top or a bottom, it's also a simple matter for those roles to switch on a dime depending on what kind of sex you're into. it's completely possible to have sex without designating anyone the top or bottom, and I'd argue that most people have sex without there actually being a dom or sub involved.
so can dom bottom, or a sub top? of course; people can mix and match whatever pieces of sexuality they want in their own explorations. a dom can boss their sub around like a little servant, giving them extremely detailed instructions about exactly how to rail them, and perhaps punish them (in the fun consensual way, obviously) if they fail to meet those expectations and don't get their dom off the way that was wanted. you can, and I cannot possibly emphasize this enough, do whatever you want forever.
a service top, incidentally, is generally considered a separate thing from a dom (which is not to say they can't overlap!) in that a service top isn't always dominating, but is topping because they enjoy getting their partner off in whatever way they like. the overlap of service tops and folks who are stone is notable!
in your particular case I would recommend not worrying so much about which of these terms, if any, are the correct one for you and focus way ore on exploring and playing with your partner to find a rhythm that works well for the two of you. doms, subs, tops, and bottoms all have something useful to teach people about how they like intimacy, but there's no rush to figure out which category, if any, you fit in. just focus on what's fun and feels good to you and toss the rest.
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Screenshotting and posting myself to avoid having to subject miss punkitt to any potential resulting discourse
I think the “blame” has come down to Mojang, being a Microsoft property, and always needing to make money, must always be updating the game. And it creates a weird scenario where they must continue to add content, but have not really decided on an actual direction; the updates have become vapid and fluffy.
Vapid and fluffy would NOT usually be an issue, Minecraft has ultimately become a “pointless” game, in the same way that Animal Crossing is a “pointless" game. So content gets added with no real gameplay value, but since Minecraft has become a "pointless game", the valueless content must be defended as "Not everything needs to have a use!", which is true! But...
Minecraft's original gameplay is to exploit all of the resources around you and to use them to do Minecraft colonizing. Minecraft has contradicted its core gameplay by adding things that are not able to be exploited (no use value), or only have a promise of becoming exploitable, but ultimately get dropped when the next major update starts being worked on. No one is logging on to play Minecraft to see a sniffer, people want to do the Minecraft colonization. So the question then becomes "Why does Mojang bother with these updates that aren't with any clear intention to add onto the gameplay? Players clearly don't want this, so why continue?"
I think ultimately, the banal, directionless nature of the recent Minecraft updates is less indicative of a desire to add interesting spectacle and more of a loss of drive. I think Minecraft needs to be put to rest. Mojang needs to put a pin in it and say "We're done, this isn't what we're interested in working on any longer (ostensibly), and we feel stifled by how limiting the framework of Minecraft has become and desire to move on to different projects".
So, when you consider that survival games (or at least variations in the genre are, simulation, colony builders, farming sims, etc.) are still one of the most popular genres on Steam, I think saying "Minecraft is itself, conceptually, to blame for getting stale" is a much smaller portion of the picture; Mojang has the opportunity to keep the game interesting, they simply have not, be it poor priorities, low resources, lack of desire, lack of confidence, a limiting engine.
All that said, I know the recent snapshots have been working on reworking the NBT data system for all items in the game into something more accessible, allowing for ease of use in data packs and probably mods too. And maybe this is a hot take, but I think that this is all they should be focusing on at this point. I think if Mojang is interested at all in maintaining their (dwindling) playerbase, they should be going all in on optimizing for external player creation and allow for players to revitalize the game themselves, instead of wasting resources on trying to come up with a new flower to put in, or something.
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Riptide - Andrei Svechnikov
a/n: i'm in no way glorifying this kind of accident, but the idea just kind of came to me. it's a kind of angsty and heavy one, and if this is insensitive, please let me know and i will rework it. i didn't really know what else to do for this prompt :/
summary: andrei wants to take you on a beach trip but a traumatic event keeps you from going with him
word count: ~1.4k
Warnings: descriptions of riptide accident, mentions of death/injury, mentions of drowning
Andrei loved going on adventures and spending time away from the city during the off-season. Since their season ended, you’ve already gone on a weekend trip to the mountains, flown out to New York to see a Broadway show and a few other activities, and now, Andrei wanted to take a day trip to the beach.
There was one thing that you had yet to tell Andrei about, even though you’ve been dating for almost a year: you have a terrible fear of the ocean.
He’s tried getting you to come to the beach with him on trips to California or Florida, but you always make a believable excuse, how you’d rather go shopping at the mall with a few of the girls, or how you just simply didn’t want to go because you didn’t want to deal with sand everywhere.
He believed all of them, up until now, when he was trying to convince you to go with him and a few of the guys that wanted to take a small trip three hours away.
“Why don’t you ever want to go with me?” He wonders out of curiosity. You sigh as you set your book down, placing your bookmark in the place you left off. Andrei came back into the living room with a bowl of oatmeal for himself, plopping down beside you.
“Because the beach isn’t really my favorite. I prefer the mountains,” you say, but Andrei’s not taking it anymore.
“Is it something to do with me? You don’t want to be seen with me? Are you insecure? Because if so, you don’t even have to wear a bathing suit if you don’t want to, I-”
“No, Andrei, it’s not that, it’s really hard for me to talk about and I get anxious talking about it, so can we please leave it alone?”
Andrei groans in frustration, setting his half full bowl down on the table. He hunches forward and lets out a sigh.
“Could you just tell me? I’m starting to believe you don’t want to spend time with me. I really want to go there with you and I feel like you’re lying to avoid something. Or you don’t trust me.”
“I’m not lying, I just…don’t want to talk about it, please.” You pick your book back up, tears tingling in your eyes as he raises his voice slightly.
He shakes his head and storms out of the living room with his food. You breathe in and out deeply, the tears not being able to stay in any longer. Deep down, you knew he was right. He did deserve to know why you despised beaches, but it was a very traumatic memory that you don’t like to bring up or explain often.
Andrei had finished his food in the kitchen before he trudges up the stairs to your shared bedroom. You hear the door click shut rather loudly, most likely a result from him slamming it, and your shoulders shake with a sob.
After twenty minutes of just sitting and staring at the wall and your hands, you decide it’s time to make things right. Getting up from your spot, you slowly make your way up the stairs, pausing once more when you get to the bedroom.
Taking a deep breath, you step inside, finding Andrei laying in bed, a book propped up on his legs. He doesn’t pay any mind to you as you enter, taking a seat on the end of the bed.
“I got stuck in a riptide,” you whisper, facing forward towards the dresser, not seeing Andrei’s reaction. His eyebrows furrow together and he sets his book aside. He still doesn’t say anything, but his attention is fully on you.
“I was sixteen. My entire extended family took a trip down to Florida for a week during the summer. Everything was going just fine. Until one day, the currents were so bad, but they didn’t have any warnings posted. Next thing I know, I’m being dragged out away from my family, unable to break from it. I was under the water for almost a couple minutes, struggling. I was pulled from it by a lifeguard who was close by. If he hadn’t been coming over to check, I most likely would have died.”
You try to keep the tears in, but it’s no use. Recalling the story and remembering the exact feeling of every single second of that day, from having fun, to being under the water, to coming to on the beach, your family surrounding you. It was horrific. Andrei’s own eyes filled with tears as he hears the emotion and fear in your voice.
“I have never gone back to the beach or in the ocean since that day. And I refuse to. That’s why I never want to go with you. It’s too hard to relive, it’s terrible to even think of going to the beach and having all those memories and feelings rush back.”
Andrei remains quiet as he throws the comforter off of him and moves to sit beside you. Carefully, he reaches for your left hand and holds it between both of his larger hands, squeezing them here and there.
“I’m so sorry to hear that, hun. I understand why you wouldn’t want to go to a place like that anymore.”
“I’m sorry for not telling you. It was easier to brush it off and not think about it or explain, but I realize how that came off as not wanting to go with you. But I don’t even go with my family. They still take a trip down to either Florida or Alabama every year and I don’t go with them anymore. Haven’t since I was sixteen.”
“I’m not mad at you. I was frustrated because it felt like you were keeping something from me. I mean, you were, but this is different than what I was thinking,” he states, gazing over at you with a soft grin. “I am happy that you felt safe enough to tell me.”
“I trust you more than anything, Svech. I simply didn’t want to face reliving those moments by telling you. Which I just did, but my head is spinning so bad.”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, scooting closer to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I’m proud of you for facing that fear and telling me.”
“It’s a scary thing but I knew you deserved to know. I felt bad for keeping it from you but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. It was horrifying.”
“Do you mind telling me a little more?” With a pause and a deep breath, you nod and turns towards him. He takes your hand in his again, a comforting gesture in this vulnerable moment. “Did you have to go to the hospital?”
“I did. They had to make sure there wasn’t too much water in my lungs. I was there for a couple days, my family took turns on who came to visit and stay with me because I didn’t want to be alone.”
“Who would? That’s not something that anyone should go through, especially at such a young age,” he sighs quietly, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. “Did you go home after that? Or were you forced to stay there until the end of your vacation?”
“My immediate family drove home as soon as I got out of the hospital. They didn’t want me staying there and being scared. I couldn’t stop crying, so we left.”
“It’s good they were understanding of your feelings instead of putting their vacation needs over it,” he laughs softly, looking over your expression. His eyes were filled with sympathy, hating that you were still struggling with the experience nearly ten years later.
“I guess. Maybe it was because their daughter nearly died, vacationing wasn’t exactly a fun idea anymore,” you joke, leaning into his shoulder. “But yeah, I still have that fear and even the sight of a beach can trigger it. So believe me, I want to travel with you and take trips with you, but the beach is the last place I want to go.”
“I get it, baby. No need to worry at all, alright? I will plan a different sort of trip that we can both enjoy, yeah? I want the best for you, and I never want to put you in any sort of danger.”
“I love you, Svech,” you sigh, leaning up to kiss him. His hand cradles your cheek, holding you against him.
“I love you too. Everything will be alright. I promise.” He kisses your head and holds you tight against him. “How about a trip to Colorado?”
You smile against his shirt and nod in agreement.
“Now that I can get on board with.”
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☕️ blood of eden
i think blood of eden is a really effective narrative tool that reflects the pervasive rot and violence john gaius’ empire has clearly inflicted upon non-house peoples societies and identities shown best through its fractured nature and the way other characters inside and outside blood of eden talk about BoE. blood of eden takes things too far it doesn’t take things far enough it’s an operational mess they’re fat cats they’re perpetually preparing for the worst hoping for the best in a world that no longer seems to want to allow them to do that etc etc.
they give us an interesting look into non-houser life from an angle besides “person living on a flipped planet” and i wish people didn’t take what john and the lyctors say about them at face value so easily because i think how you respond to blood of eden is reflective in some way of how you respond to resistance movements altogether, especially if you’re living + residing in the imperial core
+ very refreshing to read a book in the sci-fi fantasy etc genre that doesn’t cut corners with its obligatory rebel faction. i have more thoughts on this that I’ll share at one point I’m just thinking about all the sff i read as a teen that was like these resistance fighters are Crazy because they’re Too Mean about the imperial powers oppressing and destroying them! no kiddie gloves in that regard with blood of eden. honorable mention to seth dickinson who does this even better with even more nuance with the coyotes in the masquerade series
unfortunately from what I’ve seen over the years a good bite sized chunk of the fandom ignores all this in favor of making the same leftist infighting joke posts over and over or calling BoE terrorists (???) or making fun of the naming conventions of edenites when the naming is in fact a large part of the point the books are making about narrative history titles who gets to keep what who decides what is important why is it important to act against those deciders. anyways i love them i’d read a whole series about them. also we suffer and we suffer call me on tuesday when i am free
send me a ☕️ + a topic and i’ll share my thoughts on it
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So, as someone who was watching the stream and watches many of Roiers specifically, but is not Hispanic, first it was clear from when the admin logged on it was someone different than who had been (07) for almost a week. After a bit of the admin playing as a more solitary egg and more standoffish, they told roier to "leave them alone", then roier tried talking with them and explaining how things had been during the week (him trying to explain stuff lore and week events Roier & pepito had)
the admin then said, "You smell like ass too, you son of a bitch. No one asked you"
After Roier let the admin leave to do whatever, after spending at max 30 minutes together, he was clearly uncomfortable being called things, especially by someone he had had no interactions with. He did his own things for a little bit longer.
But afterwards, Aldo, who was watching, spoke about how it wasnt okay specifically. Many tripoiers were thinking Roier would scold chat the next stream, for speaking out against how this admin was acting, but he didnt just. And then later said that they day just wasnt canon anymore. So many believe, he personally reached out to the admin team or Q about it.
From what has been explained to me, by Hispanic friends and other fans, the main issue is that this was obviously said in an insulting manner to Roier, but even if they were trying to "rp" or jokingly say it this admin had 0 relationship with Roier prior to this. Saying these things out of nowhere is never okay and was not okay.
And saying the reason they acted this way was because they were sick and Roier spoke too fast, which aggravated the situation?
And their "apology"? " i never realized that it wasnt in rp that you were uncomfortable "? But they had been online seeing the things said about the situation?
Thank your for explaining! I was no aware it was this bad!
It is not anyone else 's place to forgive the admin but Roier, so really I can't say much.
It was definetly rude, and while I will again say we can't make a judgement of a complete person for a moment, in my opinion Roier deserves a better apology.
I can't go inside the admin's mind and say for sure if they meant what they say in rp or not, because I had in the past stumble on social norms like a train rack and I get it not realizing how rude you are sounding in the moment. But again, I would apologize after I realize how I acted.
And about not seeing the posts online, I can't say for sure. I will give an example of a situation I actually saw unfold and why assume that someone saw posts, not metter how "viral" it was or how many they were, is honestly a bad idea.
When Empanada was first introduced, there was a sever moment of hesitation in the brazilian qsmp community, Bagi was one of the most active brazilian players and people liked to go to her stream to just have a portuguse speaking player to listen, but since Bagi has become Em's mom, she barely would speak portuguse and would mostly talk in english with her.
Some brazilians fans expressed very politely why they were feeling bad with this situation, explaining how it made them feel like they were "losing" a portuguese speaker, and in a smp where the principle was having the ccs being able to speak their native languages, it felt like their language was being side line again.
At the same time, they were people not so politely saying what a dumb decision was to give a german egg to a brazilian cc, that they should kill Empanada or fire her admin and hire a brazilian admin for the role.
Bagi's and Em's admin saw the rude posts and not the polite ones. So when they decided to talk about in stream, Bagi was obviously furious about it and was very harsh.
That generated a lot of hate to them and especially to Em because believe that was their answear to the polite posts.
Bagi later read the more polite thread and talked about it in a calmer manner, her and Empanada try to use more of the translator to speak in their respective languages.
I know this feels like a unrealed rant at the end, but I wanted to just give an actually example of how making assumption of what people saw or did not saw is kinda useless and even harmful because we can not actually be sure about it, yes they metion the twitter posts on their letter, but who knows what tweets they actually saw.
Coming back to the situation. They said they are an autistic person, which while not an excuse to be an asshole to someone, can explain losing the grasp social norms, and being unware of what was crossing rp lines, that happens. Not an excuse but an explanation, they are an adult and after understanding they were rude they should have apologize properly.
Life is a bit more complicated than black and white, being an asshole once to somebody doesn't mark them as an asshole for the rest of their lives, I hope the admin can get something out of this situation and learn, hopefully they will reach out to Roier to say sorry.
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Hi❤️ 2, 4, 12, 14 for Hayama. ✨
Hiii! Thank you so much for sending the numbers, and thank you for sending me numbers for my favorite boy! ✨️
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
Well, I can't really pick one favorite thing, because I literally aodre everything about him! However, one of my favorite canons about Kotaro is actually something that I rediscovered recently: it's that when he sees someone is taking a photo he has to get in on action! We had him do that once in an Audio Drama when he photobombed Seijuro's photo for Shintaro. In that one official art (that I think was supposed to picture that exact moment from the Audio Drama) we can see Reo trying to take a photo of Seijuro and Kotaro just hugging him and excitedly smiling and showing the peace sign to the camera! I think that was an adorable moment!
Now, I think he would just hug and intentionally get into the frame only when it is his friends or classmates or skating buddies taking photos. He probably wouldn't jump onto a stranger just like that... If he was aware that he was getting into a frame of a stranger's photo, I think he might just smile at the camera, wink or show some hand sign! He would just feel the need to subtly photobomb them, and that would be a respectful and non-invasive way to do so! Imagine being a tourist and looking back at your photos from Kyoto and finding a blond teenager smiling, winking or showing hearts or peace signs in the background while looking at the camera? I would find it hilarious, and very endearing and sweet! He sure made a lot of people smile like that, I just know it!
I wouldn't be me if something seemingly minor didn't tell me something deeper about the character. Of course, Kotaro's love for being in photos can be interpreted in a couple of ways and reveal something about his personality!
There is one very obvious reason why Kotaro would like to jump into people's pictures: because it's fun, it can turn out to be very funny, it creates a unique and fun memory to look back at and he is just the type of a guy to chase the fun things and fun activities! That would just prove of how lighthearted, fun, playful and upbeat his personality really is, and I love that for him!
Now, onto another perspective!
When someone loves having their photos taken, it can show just how comfortable they are with the cameras and with what they look like in photos! That can be a very obvious sign of confidence right there. Maybe Kotaro is naturally very photogenic and always looks good in photos, whether they are candid or posed, so he likes being pictured. Or maybe he thinks he always looks good because humans are always beautiful and perfect and thinks he doesn't need to look like a perfect doll to look good in a photo. So yes, maybe Kotaro's love for being in photos shows how comfortable he is with being human and how confident he is in his looks!
Still, if we look at the original canon, Kotaro doesn't really stand still and let people take pictures of him. He jumps into them! If he isn't doing it for fun, he might just do it because he wants attention. He might also do it because he is self-centered and narcissistic and wants to appear everywhere. He wouldn't really care if he was potentially ruining a photo, just as long as he was in it!
4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
I often wonder about this actually! I could always see him as a part of anything I was reading or watching. I recently started re-watching Marvel movies, so, let's say I would put him in a superhero movie! He could be both the hero and the villain. In both scenarios I would give him some power with lightnings and thunders and speed and people would, of course, know him as ''The Raijuu''!
If he was a hero, he would be that goofy, unserious, lighthearted, High School boy that just somehow got superpowers and is now responsible for the safety of his city while having loads of homework and studying to do! His movies as a hero would be comedic, because of his own funny nature. Reo and Eikichi would be his best friends and classmates and the only two people in his life who would know about his superpowers. They would always freak out when Kotaro has to do his superhero business, but still do their best to cover for him when he is saving the city instead of doing an exam! If you watched Spider-Man movies with Tom Holland, that is the exact type of movie for superhero Kotaro!
If he was a villain, he would be one of the few villains that the main antagonist created to get rid of the protagonist and help them fulfil their evil plans. He would be nothing but someone's puppet and obey someone's orders. I can't really see him as independent villain, because I don't really see a reason for Kotaro to be evil. Even when speaking of his role in KuroBasu you can't call him evil, and he is an antagonist just because he plays in the same team as the main antagonist. In the movie where he is a villain, he would be in that kind of a situation as well. Matter of fact, he might just be kind enough to reveal to the protagonist how they could defeat the antagonist, because he doesn't like the ideas and plans of his boss, the main antagonist.
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
I have a lot of headcanons for my favorite boy, but here is one that I developed most recently: that he is a picky eater. I always wondered why his favorite dish (kappamaki) was something so simple. For those of you know don't know what kappamaki is (because I had no idea what it was for a while), it is sushi roll that consists of a piece of cucumber in the middle and rice around it, wrapped in dried seaweed. Japanese cuisine is really rich and has a lot of really unique dishes, and yet this boy decides cucumber, rice and a piece of dried seaweed is the best thing there is! I know a lot of picky eaters aren't really fond of Japanese cuisine because of the combination of different food textures and the fact that you can't separate the ingredients and eat them separately. Then there is kappamaki: you can easily take the dried seaweed off, take the cucumber from the middle and eat the three ingredients independently. He might love kappamaki because of that!
When I thought about Kotaro being a picky eater, it somehow made sense to me, and I wanted to explain it somehow.
I think it might come from his childhood. Hear me out, please. We know that teenager Kotaro can't sit still. Imagine how impossible it was to get mini Kotaro to sit still. Mini Kotaro likely couldn't really sit still for a while, even if it was for a meal. He just had more important matters to attend to, he was a kid and just wanted to play and run all the time. When it was food he liked, he could sit still for a while and enjoy. On the other hand, imagine how hard it was making him eat something that he didn't like. Hellish. Considering he is the third child and his parents were likely tired of parenting, I can just see his parents giving up and giving him food he likes so he just sits still and eat. They gathered all of their patience and made sure he was fond of foods that provide the most necessary nutrients. The rest of the foods and textures? Noup. He might warm up to them when he grows up.
When he came to Rakuzan and started living in the dorms with Reo and eating in the canteen, I can see him warming up to some foods and textures. After all, you can't really pick too much in the canteen. Reo would sometimes cook for him and he would try something new, and Eikichi would also make sure to inspire him to try something new. So he kind of expands his horizons a bit in High School. Still, you can't teach an old dog how to bark. Kotaro still gets shivers down his spine if he accidentally puts two different textures in his mouth, he will never eat fries with ketchup and will keep ordering chicken nuggets in restaurants.
14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character?
I am not so into fashion and I don't really know the terminology, but I can see Kotaro wear the colorful 80's inspired clothes! The looks I have seen on Pinterest when I searched for '80's inspired fashion colorful men' look very pretty and bold! They look like something that would suit Kotaro and his personality! He loves being spotted and unique, so 80's inspired fashion probably does the trick since it's not something you see every day. He would have sweaters and jackets and Hawaiian shirts in so many wild colors and patterns, he would always wear colorful sneakers and socks and, of course, wear them all with the wide legged jeans! Sometimes he would have some accessories like sunglasses of unique shapes or colors, colorful bracelets and belts!
#knb#kuroko no basuke#kuroko no basket#hayama kotaro#hayama kotarou#my favorite boyyy!!#thank you so so so much for giving me these asks and giving me an opportunity to elaborate about kocchan#i really decided to make this a longer post#and ohhh i am so happy that i have even more asks related to kotaro on the way#you guys know me so well#<3#now i really want to draw these tings i talked about#first of all CANDID PHOTOS OF KOTARO#and some funny photos he photobombed hehe#also... villain hayama sounds kinda hot#i will surely have fun with his design hehe#also superhero hayama and his friends!! i already have ideas of how i could draw them all together#anyways is it seen i am a picky eater from how i describe pickiness?? because i am pretty pickyy#i tried kappamaki once. it was good (i could separate the ingridients)#so yeahh that headcanon is just me pushing my own struggles onto kotaro in a way!!#ANYWAYS KOTARO IN 80's fashionnn#i already saved a few fits and i hope i will be able to draw them well hahhh#this post is too long and these tags are just making it longer oh my gosh#but i can't help it I LOVE ELABORATING ON HAYAMA!#thank you again evelhak for this ask <3 i appreciate you so muchh
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Archery Science Professor at the Vulcan Institute of Defensive Arts
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#someone in the tags of a post [I can't remember which or I'd have put it in the caption]#said Tuvok is like those male english/history teachers that you're convinced are gay until they drop the fact that they have a wife and kid#that's all I was thinking as I drew this HEHEHE#Professor Tuvok/Young Dad can have longer hair as a treat#his hair does not grow downward - he's using products clips and accessories#bea art tag#happy Tuvok Tuesday <3#Tuvok#st voy#st voyager#star trek voyager#apparently (memory beta) the institute is located in Xen'tal which is on the outskirts of Gol#and the institute is really more for ceremonial practice and honing discipline since Vulcans have cast away violence & most of what's taugh#doesn't do much good if your enemy has - say - a phaser#but anyway all this to say it's a very small one-horse type of town with nothing much to do and I think that makes a lot of sense for Tuvok#imagine you're Sek and you grow up in Xen'tal and then one day your dad's like guys we're going to space#It's fun to imagine Tuvok's oldest thinking of him primarily as a professor while his youngest thinks of him primarily as Starfleet#Tuvok's kids bored out of their mind trying to think of something to do while wandering around town <3#Good image!!#It's fun to think of your favorite characters' pre-canon lives!#I like how even though Tuvok decided to raise a family rather than work in the temple he still has monk tendencies#he's so ascetic <3
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Danny Temple you will always be famous to me. also your unnamed twin brother that showed up in exactly 3 panels
#danny temple#dc robin#robin 1993#dc#dc comics#did something of a danny redesign :) every character can be improved w an eyebrow slit and slightly longer wavier hair#does anybody remember danny. bc i do.#i really liked him and i loved his dynamic w tim drake#i think he had so much potential that was just wasted#so like any good insane fan i made up an entire story in my head :)#also i fleshed out his unnamed twin brother and included him in the story as a main character bc he also could have been so good#(i named him leo by the way. he's insanely jealous of the attention their 'parents' gave danny & lashes out.#he also becomes an assassin but that comes later in the story don't worry about it.)#art#my art#weaverofink#god this is so old. i did this like a year and a half ago and just never posted it#but a piece i made recently won't make sense w/out the context of this danny redesign so i decided to post it :)
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I wanted to talk a bit more about my intern OC Handtern since I haven't really gone into them much since I made them a proper character, so I decided to make this post about them! It's pretty long and kinda consists of two separate parts due to this character technically having two designs (I was gonna do two posts instead of the one initially but decided against it since it is the same character and it would be better to have it all in once place) so if you want to read more it will be under the cut!
Handtern is a bit of a more out there take on the intern, going all in on the long arm idea. They pretty much just are a stretchy arm snake that originates from somewhere in the hospital (no one is really sure from where though). They don't really have a proper name so everyone just started calling them Handtern after a while. No one, including themselves, are quite sure where they came from or when they initially showed up, but ever since the implementation of the rhythm treatment program they have been working as an intern at Middlesea Hospital. They aren't able to do too much in terms of helping the patients directly due to the limitations of being literally just an arm, but they have an impeccable sense of rhythm and excel at pressing a button (I mean what better job for the literal doctor finger?).
Personality wise, Handtern is a super kind and friendly individual. They are really sweet at heart, but unfortunately that doesn't really translate too well when you're an ominous arm with no real good way of emoting. Because of this, as much as they want to befriend the patients, they tend to keep their distance form several of them, knowing that they make most people pretty uncomfortable.
The only people they interact with more regularly outside of working are the three kids and Cole and Nicole. Hailey, Logan and Lucia are the only people who go out of their way to include Handtern in anything. Maybe it's because they're younger, but they seem unbothered by Handtern's otherworldly appearance and will invite them to join in several activities, which Handtern much appreciates. Cole and Nicole are pretty laid back and tend to be less bothered by Handtern as well, so they will hang around the two of them on occasion. They have even gotten a few piano lessons from Cole after a rather abysmal performance on the cafe's piano, though Handtern doesn't typically hang around them too often since Cole and Nicole tend to have their own thing going on.
Everyone else in the hospital is either mildly uncomfortable with them to varying degrees but are too nice to say anything, or in the case of Richard specifically, openly rude and constantly expresses the strangeness of the intern being an ominous arm snake (as well as questioning their effectiveness at their job because of it). Handtern has learned to tolerate it, though, since they can't really blame people for being uneasy around them. Still, it can get to them sometimes, especially since they do really want to connect with people in a way they can't really accomplish as they are.
As is probably obvious, there are a lot of challenges that come with being literally just an arm, and by far the biggest one for Handtern is communication. Without a mouth, they can't just talk to people. Despite being a hand, they're not too well versed in sign language, and most of the patients don't really know it either anyways. Writing is an option, but their handwriting is absolutely terrible (try writing when your arm is a noodle) so it can be really hard to read. They can twist their form to spell letters, but that takes a lot of effort and can be really tiring, especially if they have a lot to say. So typically they rely on shaking their hand "yes" or "no" to respond to simple questions, or elaborate noodle arm charades if they want to get a more complicated point across. Another solution that they started using lately is the use of a button board, similar to the ones people will give to their dogs. While it isn't a perfect solution, it does allow them to communicate more than just "yes" and "no" without having to make people guess what they're saying.
So that's pretty much the basics of Handtern, so now on to the other version of them that exists:
I originally wasn't gonna do more with Handtern than just having them as the long noodle arm, but after one of my friends asking what they'd look like as a human and a desire to have an intern that can emote a bit more than not at all I decided to give them person privileges. Idk if Haniel will be actually canon to their story or if they'll just remain a "what if?" type version of the character but regardless I wanna talk about them cause I have a LOT of art of them already that I want to post with actual context as to who the hell they are first.
So this is Haniel, the human form of Handtern. After a pretty bad encounter with Connectifia Abortus, something happened (still don't have this too fleshed out yet so if I figure it out at some point I'll edit this later) that led the virus to turn Handtern into a human (can the virus do this? Who cares it can make a dude's head fall off without killing him and causally delete an eighth of a person's heart so imma put that as the reason). After the change, they picked up the name Haniel in place of Handtern since the latter didn't really fit anymore.
Being turned human obviously comes with a bit of adjusting. Things that seem pretty simple like walking or drinking water are a pretty big challenge to them and take a while to get used to. Sleep is also something they're really not used to, and they end up being tired a lot because they keep forgetting that's something they need to do now. That and the stress of trying to keep up with the pace they were able to accomplish before despite their newer limitations leads to a lot of stress early on, and their first week of being a person in particular is pretty rough.
It's not all bad though. Now that Haniel can talk, they have a world of things to say. They have a tendency to drone on a lot, reveling in the fact they can finally say the things on their mind instead of fighting a war to get even the most simple points across. Food is also something they really enjoy, since without a mouth before all they could really do is smash their hand into stuff. They're particularly a fan of sweet things, though anything with even a sub par flavor is heaven to them. They also really enjoy just being something that doesn't creep people out. Now that they are a person, they can interact with others in a way they never could before, especially since most people aren't uncomfortable or outright scared of their presence anymore. They do still have a bit of self consciousness about socializing though, partially because they have so little knowledge of human social cues and behaviors (mainly cause they were a hand before but also because they haven't observed too many human social interactions outside of people being treated) and partially because they still have that feeling that everyone dislikes or is afraid of them from their time being the hand. Even with both the positives and negatives, though, they're still determined as ever to help people as best they can and they will always do it with a smile on their face.
So I hope those of you who did take the time to read this enjoyed learning a little more about my silly little goober of a character. They're a bit more odd than your typical intern but they still do their best to fit in with the hospital, and with how weird that place is anyways it really isn't too hard. You'll definitely see more art of them in the future though, both as the hand and as the person. Hope you all will enjoy seeing those and thanks for reading!
Also real quick at the end here's a little ref of the two designs so you can properly see them,,
#rhythm doctor#intern#handtern#haniel#my art#my god this took so long to write yeesh#I was gonna add more art to this post but I decided not to cause this took long enough as is and I really don't wanna draw more for this#I'll probably make art relating to stuff I talked about here eventally but I don't want to do that now#plus I wanted to get this post done this weekend#though I wanted to post it like two hours ago but the writing and the art took longer than I thought :')#but whatever hope y'all enjoy this and hopefully tumblr won't hide this from the RD tag like it's been doing with a few of my posts lately
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Rosemary won the poll wooooooo!!!!
#homestuck#rose lalonde#kanaya maryam#rosemary#rosemarysweep#my art#ikna draws#i wouldve liked to post this yesterday right after they won because i had already started it jic#but in the end i decided to take longer and make it look better#rather than making it fast and look like shit#because at first it did. it looked like shit#i was NERVOUS ok?????? nervous and hapoy and excited#happy* cuz for some reason my tumblr didnt really update like. at all#so yeah i really like how it turned out!!#especially the shading! im really proud of it :0
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trying to figure out ao3 etiquette around posting short pieces that are part of a series ... is it best to post each one as their own work, or as part of one work within a "series"? i'm unsure but trying to figure out >_> cuz this will affect what i title the thing
#looking through the FAQ i guess it kind of makes more sense to post them individually as part of a series?#also because i guess that way people can choose what they want to read and skip#like the pieces will be connected but not really part of a plot ............ maybe eventually that will happen but i don't know#ohhhh ok nvm doing individual works in a series. i just saw that it lets you reorder the pieces#if u post as series so that will be helpful if i eventually decide to write something longer
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#this blog is going to be on pause for a while (my queue of reblogs will be on pause too)#but I might reblog some things occasionally because I am going to check on my notifications and etc#I know I did go on a short hiatus not long ago but this time it will be longer for sure#I might only continue with my 'bts chapter one mv series' gifsets and maybe I will do a set or two whenever boys will release something#I love making gifs but seeing people complaining here about notes and some words by some content creators made me so upset#to the point that I don't want to gif bts content anymore for now#though I am thankful for all likes and reblogs + lovely comments from people on my posts#and I am thankful for amazing followers I gained while being here for 5 full years & more to come I hope#I wasn't really active before but tried to be now and make more gifs and etc#I am like an outsider in this community so nobody will care#but I still decided to share my thoughts if anyone does care#see you soon hopefully#everyone be happy and stay safe 💜
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the anomalous agate (part 1)
edit: there's an updated version of this here
so. a few days ago i floated the idea of a crossover of hanzawa to tashiro and the case files of jeweler richard to the illustrious @dirtbra1n, and after talking about it i. could not stop thinking about it. here is that. you will notice above it says part 1, and that is because I spiralled a bit out of control. this is so long (4.3k) that I thought it merited me posting it on ao3 as well, if you'd prefer to read it there. there's also some notes about the fic contained there, none of which I feel like repeating, except i do have to credit the line of dialogue where seigi asks hanzawa why he has so many piercings to @dirtbra1n. that's entirely their genius.
without further ado, under the cut:
case 2-x: the anomalous agate (part 1)
The longer I worked for the shop, the fewer days arrived when there were no appointments scheduled for the day. As always, Richard seemed unfazed by the lack of customers. I supposed it made sense—this was a shop that only existed on the weekends, after all. He had hired me, but had the two of us not met by chance, it was likely he wouldn’t have hired anyone at all.
Perhaps the reason my employer seemed so content was the fact that he was currently cutting into a delicate slice of tiramisu crepe cake. He ate with almost ethereal grace, and as I somehow hadn’t thought to grab a slice for myself, my mind wandered to the circumstances that had led me to the purchase.
The week before, I had been making Richard’s royal milk tea as usual—I felt somewhat confident in my skills at this point, but there really was no matching a master—and asked him if there was a reason we didn’t serve coffee to customers. It was a common feature of many cafés, after all, and though this place was no longer a café, we still offered things like tea and snacks to customers.
Richard had stared at me like he was waiting for me to figure something out on my own, and after wracking my brain for possibilities, I tried, “We have barley tea and green tea, so it can’t be because you think anything except for royal milk tea won’t do…”
I received a deep sigh for my efforts. Richard arched an eyebrow. “Do you know how much is involved in the process of making coffee?” he asked.
As the coffee I most regularly consumed came from a can, there wasn’t a single response I could give.
That night, I searched up the process of manufacturing and brewing coffee, and quickly found myself beginning to develop a headache. Not only were there many places where coffee beans were grown, the different ways in which coffee was then brewed and what it was paired with felt almost limitless. Searching for espresso machines brought prices well over 15,000 yen, and it was at that point that I began to understand what Richard had conveyed in a single sentence.
Instant coffee could be made without any sense of technique or equipment, but the kind of coffee that set one’s mind at ease was probably the kind that only a real café was capable of. Or a coffee enthusiast, and I was neither. I tried to conjure the image of being offered canned or instant coffee at Jewelry Étranger, and immediately wrinkled my nose. Coffee at a café was meant to pleasant; I had no desire to remind myself of what it felt like to work late night after late night as a security guard. While I felt coffee had a warm, comforting scent, I knew all too well that it was also a bitter necessity. I was thankful that the caffeine had kept me awake, but it only worsened the quality of my sleep.
Still, though I had given up the idea of introducing coffee to our drink selection, I must not have completely forgotten about it, because the next time I stepped into a bakery, their offering of a tiramisu crepe cake caught my immediate attention.
I’d had tiramisu only once during a birthday in junior high. Birthdays when I was younger were a melancholy affair—they were small, intimate celebrations that reminded me of the insignificance of my life. It was the same feeling as lighting a candle in pure dark—loneliness shined more under small points of light. But my mother had always remembered to buy a cake year after year, no matter the circumstances. While she had already developed a taste for coffee, I still considered it something that was a bitter, awful drink that adults actually enjoyed. But after some firm persuasion from my mother, I reluctantly dug in.
Add enough sugar and it can turn bitter into sweet. I knew that now, but as a child I had been given an experience akin to magic. Even now, I could still recall the light and sweet taste accompanied by the delicate hints of coffee and chocolate.
Remembering it now, it was hard to explain why I hadn’t had one in such a long time, but I hadn’t developed the habit of searching out cafés, bakeries, and sweet shops until I started working at Jewelry Étranger. Food tasted better as of late.
This bakery in particular was a favorite of mine—it felt like every time I entered, there was still some sweet I had yet to try. And encounters like these, where it felt like little parts of my life were slotting together in serendipitous fashions, were becoming far more common. It was obvious in the way I’d found out about Tanimoto-san’s love for rocks and minerals, as well as her friend Shinkai’s dance company, or Hase-san visiting at the exact time I happened to be in the back, but when I told Richard this, he simply brushed it off.
“The more knowledge and experience you acquire, the more the world reveals itself to you,” he said. “Department stores have existed before you began working here, but only once you took an interest in diamonds did you notice the kinds of jewels they sold. The girl you wish was your girlfriend had an interest in minerals long before you began to. That was not fate—it was the fact that the more you learned, the more you could find commonalities or points of connection in the world around you.” He paused. “You, in particular… I would guess that you run into so many coincidences because you’re unable to turn your back.”
He was correct. The more people that visited Richard’s store, the more that I came to knew about the world. I had liked Tanimoto-san before I had met Richard, and she had loved rocks and minerals for far longer. But because I had been able to meet with Richard—and that was an encounter that could have only been fate—I’d gained awareness of a part of the world that had always existed, just not in my eyes. The more I learned about jewels, the more I treasured various things.
So that Saturday, I entered the bakery again, bought a slice, and arrived at Jewelry Étranger with an offering.
“…I still won’t give you a raise, you know,” Richard said.
As always, he looked beautiful. I had the feeling that he’d be annoyed if I told him the purchase was due to a bottomless kind of gratitude.
“I know.” At this point, I wondered if I needed to directly tell him how he paid far more than what I earned as a security guard. But I’d already turned down a job offer to stay here, so he must have known that I felt as if the work I was doing here was infinitely more valuable.
Since we’d had this kind of exchange quite a few times before, Richard tried the tiramisu crepe cake without much fuss. It was obvious he was enjoying it—perhaps his face hadn’t cracked out into a smile or anything of the sort, but there was a serene look on his face when he was enjoying sweets.
As he ate, a question popped to mind: “Say, Richard, have you had real tiramisu in Italy before?”
Richard paused between bites. “Do you mean to ask if I’ve had authentic tiramisu?”
“Well, you just seem as if you’ve been everywhere in the world…”
Rather than tell me if he’d spent time in Italy or not, Richard began to speak about the conflicted meaning of the word ‘authentic.’
“Tiramisu is Italian in origin, but the exact nature of how it was first produced is still up for debate. Tiramisu as we recognize it today certainly does not come in the nature of a crepe cake, but—” He paused to take another bite. “Grab yourself a fork, would you?”
I stared at him blankly as he deliberately placed his fork down on his plate. The last few bites of the crepe cake remained untouched, and only when he tilted his head in confusion did I rush to the kitchen in realization.
When I returned, Richard continued speaking without commenting on my lack of wits. “Something being authentic indeed means it is the real thing—a genuine article. Authenticity is also related to truth—in art, the style of realism is grounded in an attempt to depict life authentically. Without alterations or embellishments. For gemstones this is a fairly simple thing to classify—jewels are mined from specific places, so we designate that which is naturally-occurring as authentic. This runs in opposition as to imitation jewels, which are made from a different material, and approximate the look of a jewel without matching its innate qualities. The question of authenticity also is relevant when looking at heat treatment—pigeon blood rubies that haven’t undergone heat treatment are more valuable, because they have acquired the color naturally, yes?”
I nodded in agreement, reminded of Tanimoto-san’s opinion on heat treatment. She probably prized the authenticity of a gem—the one-of-a-kind nature each jewel had. I understood her feelings, but I also thought there was some kind of wonder in the process of polishing and cutting and heat treatment—each step gave a jewel a special kind of shine. But beauty was the kind of thing where opinions differed often.
“You’ve forgotten to actually put your fork to use,” Richard said, and I startled out of my daze to hurriedly take a bite. Well, no one would disagree about his beauty.
As expected, the tiramisu crepe cake was both light and sweet. The texture of crepes was certainly different than what I’d eaten as a child, but both carried that sense of pure delicacy—each layer felt like cotton-candied air. Though it didn’t smell like coffee, there was indeed the warm, rich undertone of what I’d come to understand as coffee’s flavor. If I could spend a birthday just like this… it would be a treasure of a memory.
Richard’s lips curled. “How is it?”
I made sure to properly swallow before I replied. “It’s delicious,” I marveled. “I don’t know why I’d forgotten the taste.”
“When you make rice at home, would you consider that rice real or authentic?” Richard asked. When I nodded, still chewing on my final bite of cake, he then asked, “Why?”
Maybe I would buy tiramisu on the way home. Or gift some to Hiromi—I could only assume that my birthday all those years ago was the last time she’d had tiramisu, too. “Well, because it’s rice,” I said. “I bought the rice grains, didn’t I? They were grown naturally. And then I cooked them.”
“If you acquired the exact ingredients required for tiramisu, and followed the same exact process as the original—though there are debates at to what the original is—would you still say that was authentic?”
I frowned. “I… suppose I would? Since everything is exact.” Was there a loophole I was missing?
“Perhaps,” Richard said. “Because it is hard to pinpoint its specific origins, what tiramisu qualifies as authentic can be hard to judge. Though the base components and methods are the same, the exact specifics differ—some may consider any tiramisu that follows the general process to be authentic, while others may not. In the case of champagne, unless what you think of champagne is made in the Champagne region of France, it cannot legally be called by that name. Even if the sparkling wine that is created is similar in taste, or uses the same process and ingredients, if the grapes are not sourced from that region, it will not be champagne.”
“Even though it’s possible to make an equivalent product?”
“You could, indeed, make a very close match,” Richard said. “But it would legally not be authentic. Can you think of a reason why someone might want a name of a food protected?”
When phrased like that, the answer arrived to me immediately. “Brand protection,” I said. “Because the idea of champagne is precious, if other winemakers started selling something labelled as champagne, it would lose some of its prestige. By controlling what can be called champagne, they retain control over the production and image of champagne.”
“Good for you,��� Richard said, and I bit down a smile. “Authenticity holds a different value for many people and many things. All that aside… this tiramisu crepe cake remains delicious.”
“It is,” I agreed, and then began to make him tea.
The rest of the day passed by in peace. Richard read from his collection of books, blond hair glittering under the sharp sun. I busied myself by cleaning the kitchen and running out to complete a few errands. The movement was helpful; the chill of autumn had settled in, and I had made the mistake of dressing far more lightly than Richard. His choice of wear likely made it easy for him to sit still, but I thought that even if he was wearing his suit in a blizzard or a tropical summer, he would seem as even-keeled as ever. That was the beauty of jewels—they were something that was gorgeous from all angles.
Around a half hour before closing time, the intercom buzzed.
Richard set down his book, and I went to let in our surprise customer.
Accompanied by a brush of cold wind, a young man stepped into the store. He had a slim frame, but despite being dressed as lightly as I was, showed no signs of being sensitive to the cold. His hair was slightly long in the front, bangs barely cropped above his eyes, but it was trimmed evenly. He was dressed casually yet neatly in a simple powder-blue sweater, gray slacks, and loafers.
The door closed behind him, and he glanced around the room once before asking, “This is a jeweler’s store, correct?”
“You’d be right,” I said, guiding him to sit in one of the red armchairs.
His hesitant expression curved into a full-faced smile. As he sat down, the awkward lines of his body began to bleed away, and he relaxed into the chair with an air of steady self-assurance. His pose remained polite, though—he kept his hands carefully folded over his lap, and his ankles were loosely crossed.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked. Originally, I had wanted to give him something to soothe his nerves, but it looked like that was unneeded.
“Ah… that milk tea would be nice, if you don’t mind,” the man said, gesturing to Richard’s teacup.
Richard returned from the bookshelf, taking over the process of greeting out newest, customer, and I headed back to the kitchen. Both men spoke in measured tones, so even though they spoke at a medium volume, their voices carried well enough.
“…Richard Ranasinghe de Vulpian? Is it alright to call you Richard-san, then?” He spoke the name slowly, but he pronounced Richard’s full name without fumbling.
“Just Richard is fine, too.”
“Nice to meet you too, Richard-san. I’m Hanzawa Masato. If I’m not incorrect, you sell jewelry at this place?”
“Indeed we do. Is there something in particular you’re looking for?”
I returned to see Hanzawa-san wearing a thoughtful expression on his face. His gaze flickered towards me as I reentered the room. “I was hoping to look at stud earrings… is there anything else I should specify? I would prefer if it wasn’t prohibitively expensive…”
“Are there any kinds of stones you’re interested in looking at? Or a particular occasion or style this is meant for?”
When I drew close enough, Hanzawa-san turned to face me and accepted my tea, eyes still curved in a pleasant smile. “It’s something like a birthday gift, I suppose. As for stones… I’m not too knowledgeable regarding them.” He paused to contemplate.
Choosing a gift was always a complicated thing, in my opinion. For a gift, the trouble never ended at the purchase—it was always at the gifting that the issues arose. Would they understand the gift with the same meaning that I had in mind when I picked it? I thought about my grandmother and mother choosing my name. Was I the type of person they’d had in mind? I could only hope that was the case.
“I guess… something neutral would be best? The kind of earring fit for daily work wear.”
“Are you interested in looking at birthstones?”
Hanzawa-san sipped his tea, eyes fluttering shut in thought. “Not particularly.”
I had spent enough time to catch the traces of concern on Richard’s face, but not enough time to understand his worries. “It will take some time for me to bring my selections out. Please enjoy your tea while you wait,” he said, and then he was off, a determined crease to his brows.
Though I didn’t know exactly what was troubling him, I could learn. Surely Richard wouldn’t mind if I made some small talk?
“Might you also be a university student, Hanzawa-san?”
Hanzawa-san waved dismissively. “It’s only my first year, so I think I’m younger than you. I know I’m a customer, but there’s no need to be formal. Your name is…?”
“Nakata Seigi,” I said. “I’m in my second year.”
“I was right, then,” Hanzawa said. He’d passed over both Richard and my name without comment. I’d expected him to sound as restrained as he had with Richard, but he spoke freely. “Would I be right in saying you seem more interested in jewels as compared to jewelry?” At my confusion, he gestured to my neck, ears, and hands, which were bare of any accessories. “You don’t seem to wear any, so I’d wondered…”
“I suppose it’s the jewel itself that interests me,” I admitted. “Is it the opposite thing for you?”
“Most likely,” Hanzawa said. “It’s what I have experience in, anyways.”
At my once-again befuddled expression, Hanzawa brushed back his hair, and I caught sight of six piercing holes in his left ear.
“I see…” I replied, a little stunned. Even when his hair wasn’t brushed back, it was easy to see a few of his piercing holes.
Richard had probably noticed them from the moment he’d walked in.
Now that I thought about it clearly, a birthday gift could be presented to oneself, couldn’t it? Just like Yamamoto-san trying to buy herself a garnet.
I’d seen guys in my college with piercings, but none who bought any with jewels like the ones in Richard’s store. It was a kind of flashy choice for someone who looked so mild-mannered, but so were piercings in general.
In the same way that I’d only noticed the tiramisu in that bakery after asking Richard about coffee, I realized the reason for his concern. If it was a present for himself, the uncertainty in his answers could prove troublesome.
“If I could ask…” I prompted, as Richard returned with his tamatebako.
Richard set down his tamatebako with a harder than usual thud. He still looked concerned, but there was a different note to it.
“Sure.”
“Is there a reason a guy as young as you has so many piercings?”
Richard opened up his tamatebako with a sharp click.
Hanzawa kept smiling up at me. He took a long sip of his tea, and then directed his attention towards what Richard had selected.
I leaned over to take a look. As I did, Richard shot a pointed glare towards me. What? I mouthed back, but he ignored me.
The stones Richard had picked were split between gemstones with faceted cuts and cabochons. The studs themselves were made of a simple silver backing, with the stone fitted on top in a rounded or squared shape. The exception to this was the studs fitted with lapis lazuli, which were backed with gold. While I recognized the diamond and amethyst, there were a few colored stones in faceted cuts that I wasn’t certain how to identify. But the ones that caught my attention were the larger stud earrings, which were fitted with polished stones that didn’t sparkle but had bands of red, terracotta, and peach striped across its surface. Others had the same banding pattern but in soft grays and whites.
“These are beautiful,” Hanzawa said, smile dropping into a look of deep consideration. He leaned forward to study each one. “Of course, diamonds are a classic choice,” he sighed to himself.
“The clear color of a diamond is indeed well-suited to various shades of any outfit you might choose.”
“I see,” Hanzawa mused. He gestured to the rest of the jewels. “I recognize the amethyst. And the… lapis lazuli, yes? Seeing it in person, it certainly is a vivid kind of blue,” he said. “But I’m a little unfamiliar with the rest of these gems. Would you mind explaining them?”
“Of course,” Richard said. “The green stone you see here is peridot. The yellow, orange, and brown stones you see here are citrine. Like amethyst, it is a type of quartz. This”—he pointed to a deep yellow-orange stone— “is heat-treated amethyst, which looks similar to citrine, with minor differences. The banded stones are agate. They are a mix of quartz and moganite—both have an equivalent chemical composition, but different crystal structures.”
I hadn’t heard of moganite until now—unless I was mishearing morganite, but Richard had such wonderful pronunciation I thought that was impossible. Despite all of the information, all Hanzawa did was nod in understanding.
“Peridot,” Hanzawa repeated to himself. “I don’t think I’ve seen any before.”
The stone he was looking at was a sparkling kind of lime green. “It’s like the color of spring,” I said.
Hanzawa bowed his head, suddenly bashful. “Yes. It’s… well, it’s a color I’m fond of,” he admitted.
“Would you like to see more?”
He shook his head. “…No, it’s not really… well-suited for me.” After a moment of contemplation, he pointed to the lapis lazuli. “How does this one get its gold flecks?”
“Lapis lazuli is composed of several different minerals, and a common addition happens to be pyrite, which is responsible for that gold color. As you mentioned, it is a very vivid blue, which is why, historically, it was ground to create ultramarine. Before a synthetic alternative was created, it was an extremely expensive and prized paint.”
Hanzawa smiled down at the stones. “I’ve heard of ultramarine. Isn't it what provides the blue shades in many of Johannes Vermeer’s works?”
I made a note to ask Richard who Johannes Vermeer was later.
“That’s correct.” After a pause, Richard added, “If you are looking for something neutral, blue tends to be a color that pairs well with others.”
“Oh, that’s—I’ll keep it in mind,” Hanzawa said. Haltingly, he asked, “Is jewelry made of lapis lazuli—is it quite common?”
“Compared to the rest of these stones, it’s a bit of a more delicate material,” Richard allowed, “so it has to be carefully looked after. But historically, lapis lazuli has been used in all kinds of jewelry.”
“…Is that so.”
Silence dragged on between them. Hanzawa seemed unbothered by it, though it was hard to see much of his expression, with both his bangs and lashes obscuring his eyes.
“…This agate. I feel like I’ve seen stones with this banding before.”
“Banding is characteristic but not exclusive to agate,” Richard said. “It has been used for carvings as well as jewelry and remains popular today. Each piece of agate has differences in how exactly the banding occurs, so one could say that each piece is truly unique.”
“Unique…” A ghost of uncertainty appeared on Hanzawa’s face, but it was gone in a flash. “Does it come in any other colors?”
“Oftentimes agate will be dyed into various colors, but there are some other colors present in naturally occurring agates. Would you like to see some blue lace agate?”
“Surely that dyed agate is prettier, huh?” Hanzawa murmured, so low I barely heard him. Apropos of nothing, he then straightened up, looking flustered. “Sorry,” he said. “I think—I think I’m a little in over my head.” He drank the last of his tea in disconcerting silence.
“If you’d like to come back, we take appointments,” I said.
“…Right,” Hanzawa said, eyes still fixed on the earrings before him. He set his teacup down on the table. “What would be a good time?”
“Sunday, 4PM?” Richard suggested, and Hanzawa agreed.
With that settled, Hanzawa thanked me for the tea, bid a polite goodbye to us both, and exited the store, leaving another gust of crisp air in his wake.
As it was now closing time, I went to collect the now empty teacups, only to find Richard looking up at me expectantly.
“What?” I asked.
He sighed. “Nothing that concerns you, I suppose.”
“By the way, who’s Johannes Vermeer?” I asked.
“Have you ever seen Girl with a Pearl Earring?” Richard asked.
“He was the artist?” I confirmed, and then went to wash the teacups.
When I returned, Richard was staring at his open tamatebako.
I took a seat next to him. “Thinking about our customer?”
“…Jewels reflect the inner feelings of a person,” Richard said after a long silence. “I wonder how to convey that truth to a person like him.”
“It was strange to see someone so young here,” I agreed. “Well, Hajime-kun was much younger, but his circumstances were different.”
“You’re quite young yourself,” Richard commented dryly. “Aren’t you two the same age?”
“If we went to the same university, I’d be his senpai,” I said. “Still. It’s rare. I thought he’d be more nervous.”
“…I don’t think he wasn’t nervous,” Richard said, but when I asked him what he meant, he didn’t elaborate.
“Well,” I said, wondering how I could clear those worry lines from his face, “we’ll see him next week.”
“Maybe,” Richard said, and this, I didn’t need him to explain.
If Hanzawa Masato came in next week at the appointed time, or if he had disappeared out that door for forever, it was impossible to know.
#hanzawa to tashiro#the case files of jeweler richard#hanzawa masato#my writing#hanzashiro#nakata seigi#richard ranasinghe de vulpian#kiri.txt#lotsa things going on with hanzawa here.#this went thru a very painful edit where i was like. how much of hanzawa do we get to know.#and i decided to cut back on it. bc it felt more in character that way.#anyways im really excited#itll take me way longer to write the next couple of parts but i Will write them hopefully#ever since i wrote that propaganda post for the tashiro outfit poll ive been thinking abt the Themes of a hanzawa to tashiro#that takes place in tashiros third year#anyways. hope yall enjoy.#also if u like hanzawa to tashiro youll LOVE case files of jeweler richard.#did my best to sort of make this feel like the novels but its also definitely my style.#harusono
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I never tried the option myself bc it'd probably mean skipping the Reason You Suck speech at the end (fire for speedrunners though) but I Love that you can frame your Phoneys in 3, especially so if you've already killed the previous two. Like yeah couldn't send you off to die so i'll let the goverment do it for me 🧸 like its just Peak evil imo.
#luly talks#i do relinquish in the pain and the agony but dont get me wrong the thought of any of them 3 getting jailed makes me SO sad#rog esp since he's the one im writing about and the biggest nerve wreck#gingi voice they'll be the last one to pick the board game for prison-game-night..........#actually yknow i wonder if rog would end up almost believing it after all when you try to gaslight him for the shits and giggles#(as in: telling HE was victim of the bite of 87 and the like) he tells you to not do that bc his brain is already scrambled or something#so there's a chance perhaps he'd believe it if he had everyone constantly accussing him of it?#not like it'd matter much i have no hopes for the dsaf justice system i know its been 35 years since jack got framed but still#i just remembered when the option popped up i said ''god im really becoming steven 😭''#first time i made the joke too was when i said ''imagine your boss sucks so bad you turn suicidal'' no clue what the context was#OH YEAH JAKE SAYING HE'D RATHER FUCKING DIE THAN KEEP WORKING HERE yeah. poor guy.#anyway im derailing my own post again uhhh. yeah. yeah i dont trust any phoney is avoiding the death sentence#dsaf#roger jones#dsaf roger#btw just for the sake of yapping longer i truly cant decide whether harry or jake would survive better in the enviroment#probably jake to be honest. I mean Harry has a lot of experience inside freddy's but he didnt really live outside it muhc#jake is so confrontational though#hey did you guys watch the hit movie felon? sure that guy wasn't framed but. i feel like jake would end up w that attitude#except for. you know. everything else that happens in the hit movie felon.#hey actually forget about this game go watch the 10/10 movie Felon from 2008 starring Val Kilmer and Stephen Dorff#because its one of my all time fave movies and probably the saddest i've seen#not bc there arent movies that are more tragic but bc no movie was able to break thru my walls of idgaf and make me cry anyway#yeah you thought i couldnt bring up my movie fixations on my different fandom posts well you were WRONG in fact#im gonna go tag my other post i left untagged yesterday bc my ass was Cooking
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