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UM?? A STORYBOARD ARTIST POSTED THIS???
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#Roar #RoarOrganicMangoClementineVitaminEnhancedBeverage #DrinkReview
I tried some of the Roar Organic Mango Clementine Vitamin Enhanced Beverage and it was pretty good. This tasted like watery fruit juice with a light mango and clementine taste. This tasted a little sweet but not overly sweet to me.
I would drink this again.
Got at Kroger.
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god that weird crossover episode with the beyond borders spinoff,,, when hotch is chasing that guy through the crowded markets can you imagine being an extra and having thomas gibson grab your arm to stable himself as he runs past you i'd pass away
sorry i know you weren't requesting this and of course this isn't about thomas it's a hotch blurb but i literally could not resist writing it so here you go lovey you are so right i'd have toppled over <3333
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You think it's rather rude that the man rushing through the marketplace uses you to stabilize himself as he turns a sharp corner. His arm juts out quickly to push against your shoulder, giving himself your side to lean on, but it means that the bag of fruit you'd been gathering to pay for hits the side of the table as you sway into it, and the paper tears at the sharp intrusion. Your bag splits, and you watch defeatedly as all of the produce you'd gathered tumbles to the dirty ground.
You're nothing but astounded, well aware that the police chase should have you more on edge, but completely bewildered and shock-stricken. All you can do is lift your head to watch the man run off, and he notices the damage he'd caused as he turns to throw a haphazard 'sorry!' over his shoulder at you.
He's still running but he staggers a step, torn between the chase he's engaged in and helping you. The business side of his brain starts working first, and he dashes away with barely a second's hesitation, but you'd seen guilt in his eyes that almost made up for your fallen fruit.
The crowd is keen on dispersing as the chase continues beyond you, but you don't care. They're not coming back, it would be foolish of the criminal they're after to circle back, and you kneel to collect the produce you'd lost in the chaos.
You hear the roar of engines as you try collecting the mangoes you'd dropped, now bruised and grimy. A nearby fruit stand had collapsed, the next on your list to shop at, and it's difficult to tell what's what as the fruit rolls and mingles together.
The shopkeepers congregate to join your cause, but where you're gathering the fruit in the front of your skirt, they're scooping it back into crates that had tipped wayward. You've got shorts beneath your flowy skirt that mean you can use it as an apron instead, and before long you're nearly finished re-shopping through the mess on the ground.
"Here," A deep voice comes from above you, and you jerk your head to the side to find the man that had bumped into you only seconds before. Evidently, the chase was over, but you're not sure the outcome. He's panting, chest heaving hard from running as much as he did, but he's holding out a jacket towards you, one that he's tied into a makeshift satchel.
"I'm sorry," He pants, kneeling beside you on the concrete to help scoop produce into the jacket, "I didn't mean to ruin your bag. I had to catch that man, I'm sorry I couldn't stop to help."
"It's alright," You try to keep sourness out of your voice even if you are handling citrus fruits, begrudging towards the man for nearly knocking you down but grateful that he's stopped by to fix things, "I suppose police chases are always that chaotic.
"Yeah," He breathes, still exhaling heavily as he cracks a smile at you. His hairline is beaded with sweat, and it's really rather distracting, so you try averting your eyes lest your mind wander.
"I'll buy you a new bag," He helps you stand, hauling the fruit from his tied jacket onto the righted table and motioning at another stall across the way, "They sell them, I'll be right back. Color?"
"Oh, I-" You stammer, seizing up on the spot, "Um- anything's fine."
"Alright," He's rushing off to the stall while pulling his wallet out without further hesitation, and you wonder if he always moves this fast.
You ring up the produce you want to buy with the cashier, who's quick on her feet to recover from the shock of the chase. Other vendors aren't as lucky, but you're done with your shopping after this.
"Here," The man comes back, still panting slightly, as he extends a white tote bag made just across the way.
"It matches your skirt," He smiles kindly at you, and okay, you might forgive the guy.
"Thank you," You gush, taking the bag from him and nodding when the woman tells you your total. You focus on the fruit first, scooping it gently into your new bag, and the man takes it as an opportunity to pull out his wallet again.
"Here-" He starts, but you catch him before he can pay for your food.
"It's alright!"
"No, I insist," He succeeds in handing his cash to the woman, who doesn't really look like she cares how she gets paid, just that she does, "I almost tackled you, the least I can do is pay for the fruit I knocked all over the floor."
"Thank you," You grin at him when the transaction is complete, and the stall owner flocks to help another across the way. You're alone now, though still in the middle of the fairly crowded marketplace, and you admire the polo shirt that the man in front of you has stretched over his surprisingly toned chest.
"I'm sorry, again." He smiles bashfully, reaching out to cup the back of your bent arm as he gestures away from the black vans gathered at one end of the marketplace.
"You'll have to leave through there, but you should be careful. Do you need a ride?"
"No, I'm okay." You shake your head, "I rode my bike here, and it's parked over there anyways."
"Alright. Okay, uh- stay safe." He urges, his kind smile fading slightly as someone in black sunglasses barks information at him. He nods, squinting slightly because of the sun, "Goodbye. Enjoy your fruit, and I'm sorry again."
"It's alright," You laugh, finally over your temporary grudge, "Sir?"
"Yes?" His brows raise, and you think for a moment he might be expecting you to ask for a ride anyways.
"I'm going that way," You gesture towards the road you'll take home, and you relish the bashful beam that overtakes his face when he laughs at your words, "If you guys drive through there, try not to hit me again."
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❥︎ yandere! Merman Part 3
❥︎ Warnings !
☞︎︎︎ None ! ( male yandere! oc x gn reader )
Click to see part 1, part 2, and an nsfw spin-off !
A little after a few weeks passed and (y/n) was bored out of their mind. There was nothing to do in the cluster of islands that kept them inside its lands. They were getting tired of waking up to the same scenery, tired of getting baked under the sun every day, tired of only eating mangoes and coconuts, and tired of only spending time with the lovesick merman, who's name (y/n) found out being Llyr.
Every waking moment, (y/n) had to be within the silver-haired merman's presence if they didn't want to spend the rest of the day with a moody and extra touchy merman who kept forgetting they were a human who couldn't breathe underwater. Multiple times, Llyr dragged (y/n) underwater to try and cuddle them since it was difficult for him to cuddle them on land with limited mobility when the merman was worried that (y/n) could disappear at any moment if he didn't keep an eye on them 24/7. Those times Llyr would be so lost in his own worries that he would almost missed (y/n)'s hands pounding the muscular merman's chest when the lack of air burned their lungs.
This completely takes away all of (y/n)'s rights to privacy.
"Llyr! Go away! I promise I'm not going anywhere! I just need to pee!"
"Llyr please stop groping me..."
"For the love of god Llyr you can't invade my space even more than you are now so please calm down..."
Llyr, on the other hand, was trying his best to express his love through the only way he thinks is right. Llyr can't help but always want to be glued to (y/n)'s side since that's how he feels and is the only way he thinks how he should show (y/n) that he loves them.
Unfortunately, instead of reciprocating his feelings (y/n)'s smiles slowly became more and more rare and their mood declined significantly compared to when Llyr first brought them into their natural enclosure.
"(y/n) why no eat? I peel fruit for you..." Llyr asked (y/n), who boredly poked the freshly peeled mango peeled by the merman, one day. (y/n) looked up from their food to the worried merman who was sitting by the shore in front of them. They let out a tired sigh as they put aside the peeled mango on a plate made of leaves beside them.
"I've been held captive here for how long now?" (y/n) started, Llyr gulped at how sharp their voice sounded, before continuing, "I've dealt with your bullshit for so long. I tolerated your clingy demands, eating the same goddamn food everyday for weeks, and I tolerate my privacy being violated everyday."
(y/n) didn't care how Llyr was going to react. Maybe Llyr was going to get angry, his emotions angry as the volatile and rocky waves during a thunderstorm, maybe drag them to the sea to torture them for air or, maybe, (y/n) would successfully talk some sense into the lovesick male and be taken back home to their tiny lighthouse by the beach.
"You're selfish, you know? I helped you, I befriended and fed you when you needed help but what did I get? I get to be taken away to some deserted island against my will and be forced to eat mangoes and coconuts by some clingy merman," (y/n) continued their assault on the poor merman's feelings.
Llyr couldn't understand fully what his beloved was saying but he knew they were mad; their feelings finally bubbling up and exploding from within. As his beloved kept roaring angrily, the merman cowered in fear and shame. Llyr wanted to calm them down but he didn't quite know how to. With one last angry and frustrated scream, (y/n) stormed off toward the middle of the island where Llyr won't be able to follow them.
Llyr froze in his spot as he tried to keep himself together. HIs eyes began to water as he bit his lip at the thought of not taking good enough care of his beloved. Was he simply not good enough? His lover was in distress and not living happily with him and Llyr had no idea how to fix that.
His eyes then trailed to the peeled mango, now forgotten on the sand. Now that Llyr thought about it, (y/n) has only been eating those ever since he brought them here. Were they dissatisfied with the food?
Llyr frowned to himself. How dumb he had been. He's only been focusing on fulfilling his physical needs and he completely neglected his own beloved's needs.
Llyr began to ponder on what he could give to (y/n) to fix everything. Llyr could try to feed his beloved fish like what he had been eating but, Llyr was such a terrible hunter that hunting food for two would take up so much time; time that the merman could be using to spend time doting on his beloved.
But what else could he do? This was the bare necessities that were necessary and Llyr ultimately knew that he had to deal with it if he even wanted a chance to make his beloved lover smile again.
And so, with one last look filled with nervousness and longing, he dove into the sea to gather food for both him and his beloved.
(y/n) wondered where the merman went when they realized that there was no sign of him anywhere in the body of water surrounding her little cluster of islands.
Had the merman decided to abandon them after their outburst? If they did then shit they have to transform into a real-life Robinson Crusoe.
During the time Llyr disappeared into thin air, (y/n) decided to do all the suspicious things they weren't able to do with the merman around. Things like diving to find how the merman went in and out of the cluster of islands and even began attempting to climb the wall-like mountains that surround the cluster of islands like a cage. They eventually decided to stop due to exhaustion and in case the merman came back anytime soon but their midday activities did not end in vain. They found a small and obscure gap underwater which they assumed that it's how Llyr had taken them in but it was too deep and cramped for (y/n) to go through. They also found out that it was possible to climb up the mountain surrounding the islands albeit very hard and energy consuming that they barely made it halfway.
(y/n) finally made their way back to the main island that they normally resided in when they heard strangled sobs and pathetic shouts of her name from the distance. (y/n) could only assume that it belonged to Llyr and with how distressed he sounded, it was because he couldn't find them.
When (y/n) finally got to where the wails came from, (y/n) was met with a crying merman with two little fish and a squid piled on the sand beside him. When the merman finally noticed that (y/n) was looking at him, he let out a choked wail for their name.
"(y/n)! Where were you? I so sorry! I so bad at getting fish for you! But I will try my best next time," Llyr cried as he felt pathetic since he was such a bad hunter for his lover.
(y/n) could only sigh as they made their way to the crying merman and his not-so-fruitful catches of the day. In an instant, Llyr began to cling onto (y/n) when they were within his grasp. As the merman sobbed onto (y/n)'s dirty shirt, they could only sigh as they picked up one of the fishes the silver-haired merman caught. (y/n) wanted to stay angry but they couldn't help but feel bad when they saw him in such distress.
"Whatever, it's enough for me. Thanks," (y/n) said as they petted the merman's damp hair softly to try and calm him down. The merman looked up to his beloved's face with surprised tearful eyes as he began to hug them tighter due to the relief that they still somewhat appreciated what they attempted to do for them that day.
(A/N) HI I PROMISE I'M NOT DEAD JUST VERY VERY BUSY. To everyone reading, thank you for being patient. I was so very busy with school and it paid off since the school gave me a scholarship that makes me only pay less than $100 every month basically and I'm super proud of it! On top of that, I finally was able to get myself a table and chair so that means I don't have to study with those tables you can fold and take everywhere anymore! (dw it's not as sad as it sounds lmao)
ANYWAYS ENOUGH WITH THE RAMBLING I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE UPDATE AND I'LL SEE YOU ALL NEXT TIME WEEEE
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Tangled Fates
Part 2
A Phaya x Tharn fic about their past life as Sapuna and Wansarut.
GIF by @25shadesoffebruary || Original Post by creator is here
a/n - As a desi, this series has captured my heart with the mythology and storytelling! So I wrote this fic as I believe this backstory was one of the best in BL! This happens right after Sapuna is saved by Wansarut and left on the riverside. All of this is my imagination this is not from the book as i haven't read it yet. A lot of this is inspired from indian and thai mythological stories that my grandparents would tell me (shakuntala, nala-damyanti, radha-krishna, etc)Some terms might be difficult to understand so I have underlined them and provided a guide at the end for them.
The Sign series spoilers ahead!
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Leaning back on the tree bark under the night sky, Sapuna winced as he tried to calm down. He took shallow breaths while pain coursed through his body. Within a single day, he had been bitten by Prince Chalothorn, thrown from the skies, almost died from Naga venom, and saved by a Nagini.
He was experiencing the after effects of detoxification. His eyesight was weakened, he couldn’t see the infinite like he used to. Is this what human vision is like? How do they manage to live like this?
He closed his eyes in frustration, trying to get some rest so he could gain strength to go back to the battlefield. He was worried that his brothers and sisters were searching for him. But the image of Prince Chalothorn flying towards his army in his serpent form worried him more. He wasn’t even in Garuda Lok. Everywhere he looked he found huge trees and dense forests. The shallow river on whose bank he sat was clear and cold, he craved for the warmth that was native to his kingdom.
This was Naga Lok, or somewhere near it. Nagas were territorial. They would never wander far from their home.
The Nagini earlier was proof of it.
“You will not be safe here.” Her eyebrows scrunched, she gazed at him with a blend of curiosity and caution.
“And why should I believe you?” Garuda retaliated with anger, looking at her legs that were still in the water, her territory, ready to run in case he attacked.
“I extracted all the venom but I can’t help with the after effects. You should return to your kingdom and let the vaidyas heal you.” She pleaded, looking around. “You will be killed if you stay here.”
The Lady turned away from him to face the water, and he flinched in habit when she turned into a serpent and dived into the water.
Did she go away to warn him? Will she be back? Why did she help him?
He could now hear the rumble in his stomach as if it were the roar of a lion. He remembered the lavish banquet he had shared with his clan before the war. In spite of his best efforts, Sapuna couldn't help but think about the delicacies he had been served just a day earlier.
Another sound echoed through the forest at the moment, the simmering sound of bangles. Sapuna sat up abruptly, on alert. He looked around but saw no one.
Was the Nagini back to finish me off?
Something brushed against his hand. Without his divine vision it took him a while to see what was in front of him in the moonlight.
It was a lotus leaf filled with berries, fruits, and edible flowers from the wild. His hunger only grew as he smelled the freshly picked mangoes, and throwing all caution to the wind, he dived in. Halfway through, his eyes caught a movement in the water.
He lifted his head to see a blur of green and gold; the same as the Nagini's clothes.
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The sound of Wansarut’s bangles echoed through the plains as she picked the fruit. She chose the mangoes carefully for the injured Garuda. She saw how he ate the mangoes happily yesterday, they seemed to be of his liking. What do Garudas eat anyway? She has heard about them eating serpents since she was young. It sent a shiver down her spine. She will simply leave the food like she did yesterday and won’t talk to him. The quicker his health improves, the sooner he will leave.
She gained her composure, and took off her anklets and bangles and kept them by the riverside. She almost got caught yesterday. She saw a fawn and its mother drinking water by her side. Smiling, she said in their tongue, "Keep them safe for me now, will you?” The fawn nodded, standing guard over her jewels with its tiny form.
She got into the water, smiling back at the fawn. Spending time with wild animals in this forest has always been her joy. This place was the divide between Naga Lok and the human world, a place she accidentally stumbled upon while wandering in the woods. It felt like a hidden haven, known only to her; a sanctuary where she felt safe.
She surfaced by the bank where she had left the Garuda, quietly approaching the tree where he had fallen. There, she delicately placed the lotus leaf, ready to run away the second she placed it on the ground.
"Why are you here?"
Wansarut screamed as the heavy voice echoed behind her, causing the food to fly from her hands and land on the ground. Startled, she turned to find the Garuda staring at her with an unpleasant expression. Although color had returned to his skin, and he no longer appeared pale, his armor was still stained with blood. Other than that, he seemed to be in good health.
“Do you often save your enemies and treat them with mangoes?" Sapuna inquired, a strange sensation in his chest as he observed her green attire and flowing hair.
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"Do you make a habit of lurking in the shadows to frighten others?" the Nagini screamed once more, eyeing the scattered food on the ground.
His gaze remained steady as she gathered the fallen fruits, placing them on a lotus leaf and gently allowing the stream to cleanse the mud. Garuda found himself unable to look away, his attention fixed on her delicate wrists and the fluidity of her hands in the water, reminiscent of the mudras of Kohn.
Sapuna snapped back to reality. "Why are you here again?" he asked, approaching her as she handed him the food.
"Because I want you gone," she declared, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
"Is this a farewell lunch, then?" he inquired, taking a seat under the tree where he had fallen. Diving into the mangoes, he saw the Nagini looking at him, puzzled.
"You need to regain your strength to fly. Mangoes help," she explained, turning to leave. "I hope you leave this place by tomorrow."
Sapuna quickly swallowed his food and shouted, "Wait." She halted, looking back at him, one foot in the water and the other on the stones near the bank.
"Thank you. The Garudas will never forget your kindness and hospitality," he expressed.
The Nagini locked eyes with him. "I hope you don't forget to repay me." Sapuna recalled her asking for this war to end, for peace among her kind and his.
“I will do what I can," Sapuna replied.
The Nagini nods, stepping into the water to go away when the Garuda shouts again, “What is your name?”
She pauses yet again, but doesn’t turn.
"Wansarut." After saying so, she shifts into her Nagini form and dives into the water.
“Wansarut.” Sapuna smiles, whispering her name as he looked at the half-eaten food with a smile on his face.
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Sleep didn’t come easy for Wansarut that night. The image of the Garuda's face lingered in her thoughts.
There was an unusual aura about him; something she had never witnessed before. His presence seemed to glow, and his features were perfectly sculpted. In his human form, he could easily be mistaken for a heavenly demigod. Truly divine.
She thought about the possibilities if he was a Naga like her. She could have asked him for courtship. They could have had the blessings from the elders and…
Wansarut sat up, shaking her head to dispel the fantasy.
He was a Garuda, her enemy. She could be in grave danger if discovered that she helped a Garuda. She didn’t even know his name and she wanted to do what? Ask him to court her? Love her?
Attempting to push these thoughts aside, she tried to sleep, resisting the image of him standing by the stream where he fell, waiting for her.
But she made a firm decision - she wouldn't go back. It wasn't just for her safety but for his as well.
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More to come soon...
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Guide
Sapuna - Phaya's name in past life as a Garuda
Wansarut - Tharn's name in past life as a Nagini
Naga - A creature from Hindu and Thai mythology who has magical powers and can shapeshift into a Serpant
Nagini - Females of Naga clan.
Garuda Lok - The realm of Lord Garuda
Naga Lok - Realm of the Nagas
Vaidyas - healers
Smiling, she said in their tongue - Naginis have magical abilities to talk in any language (be it human or animals)
Mudras of Khon - Khon is a classical dance in thailand and mudras are different types of hand movements in classical dances like odissi, khon, bharatnatyam, manipuri etc.
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RIVER - Javier Peña x f!Reader
Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña
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Summary: Javi took you to his favorite place on earth: heaven.
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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader
Word count: +3k
Warnings: Angst with happy ending (sad!Javi) Parent loss. | SMUT. Again, there's a lot of plot before the smut😅P in V sex. Unprotected sex. Rough-ish sex. Fingering. Sex in a public place -ish. Breeding kink. Praise kink. Pregnancy talk.
A/N: Hello, Hola! First of all I want to thank all of you for the support you gave me on my first work! Muchas gracias! I been writing for almost ten years now, but I haven't publish anything since my first fanfic on Wattpad in 2017😅
I hope you like this one as much as the first one!
I repeat, I'm not a native English speaker, but I'm a translator student so I hope I'm doing it well!
If you wanna send me a request, my box is open!
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Several daily high temperature records were broken Tuesday in Texas, including at Houston Hobby Airport, Corpus Christi, Laredo and Del Rio. Laredo hit 115 degrees, marking its 10th consecutive day of record highs...
Indeed, as the reporter mentioned on the radio, those were incredibly hot summer days. The air was dry and the sun was burner, it drain all your energy.
You tried to be helpful at the Peña's Ranch during your work vacations, but the chores felt like torture. Javier and his father used to spend hours under the unforgiving sun, repairing fences, tending to horses, herding cattle, and dealing with clients looking for meat animals. The life of a ranch owner was undeniably tough but prosperous.
Sunday arrived with the thermometer hitting nearly 115 degrees. When you woke up that morning, you anticipated a challenging day ahead. However, Javier woke up with a plan in mind. He mentioned knowing about a river around 22 kilometers from the ranch were he used to spend all summer with his cousins when he was a child. You hadn't explored much of the city since you'd been living there for five months since your return from Colombia. So, you were excited about the idea of discovering your new home state, and most importantly, having a day off to immerse yourself in nature. He was delighted that you had agreed to the plan and suggested that you wear sportswear for hiking and a swimsuit.
You inquired him if his father would join, but he explained that Don Chucho would attend the morning mass and then spend the rest of the day at his brother's house.
"It's just you and me today, mi vida," he promised, his large hands squeezing your hips as he left soft kisses on your shoulders as you prepared containers with cubes of watermelon and mango seasoned with lemon and chile Tajín.
Javier placed a small cooler in the back of his '94 Dodge Ram and filled it with beers, water, the fruits you had prepared, and some tamales you had bought and had leftover from the night before.
You jumped into the passenger seat, and Javi turned on the radio as the truck roared to life. The sound of cumbias tejanas played softly as you admired the view of Laredo's countryside. The wind blew through your hair, and Javi drummed his fingers on the steering wheel syncing with the rhythm of Bobby Pulido's song. You felt his free hand touch yours, and when you looked at him, he took your knuckles and placed a kiss on them. He briefly took his eyes off the road to gaze into yours and said, "You look so beautiful today."
Your cheeks turned red as you laughed shyly, but you couldn't resist teasing him, "Only today?"
He grinned and replied, "You've always been a beauty, chiquita."
Thirty minutes later, Javier parked the truck in an improvised parking lot used by visitors to the river. You grabbed your backpack, which was packed with clean towels and dry underwear, while Javi carried the cooler and his own backpack. As you followed him through the lush vegetation and the cool water of the river, you welcomed the fresh air and the shade of the trees. Families and groups of young friends, some with dogs and others who appeared to have camped there overnight, were scattered about. But you notice that Javi didn't follow the same path as the rest of the visitors.
Curious, you asked Javi, "Where are we going?"
He grinned and replied, "It's a surprise."
You continued hiking uphill, leaving the main river trail further and further behind. However, you could still hear the gentle rush of the river. The air was filled with the fresh aroma of blooming flowers and damp earth. Butterflies fluttered everywhere, and you spotted squirrels and birds with vibrant-colored feathers.
After thirty minutes of hiking, you began to feel very sweaty and tired, especially in your knees due to the rocky path.
"Javi," you called to him, noticing he was climbing effortlessly. "Javi," you called again, a bit more concerned, "Are we lost?"
"Be patient," he responded, sounding a bit agitated but not as much as you were. "You hear that? We're almost there," he encouraged.
You focused on your surroundings, and you could perceive the sound of a waterfall nearby.
You followed him through the large rock formation, and before you knew it, a lagoon fed by a waterfall appeared in front of you. The sun reflected on the surface of the crystal-clear water, making it shimmer. The breeze from the waterfall caressed your face, a soft wind drying your sweat with a gentle, cooling touch, rustling the leaves around you.
The warmth of the sun on your skin and the cool breeze from the river created the perfect atmosphere. It felt like heaven on earth, like an Eden. And the fact that you were there with the person you loved the most made it all feel ethereal.
"You like it?" Javi asked gently in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he wrapped his broad arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.
"Oh my God, Javi, it's so beautiful," you exclaimed, "I love it."
"Nobody will find us here, mi vida," he promised, "People follow the marked path, not all of them explore the surroundings," he explained. "As I told you, it's just you and me. Wanna take a swim?"
"Oh God, yes!" you exclaimed as you placed your backpack under a tree. You were wearing a black swimsuit under your shorts and oversize sports crop top, so you just had to take them off, and you jumped into the water.
The water was so clear that you could see the rocks at the bottom perfectly, and the shimmer of the sun on your skin. You swam to the center of the lagoon, and you heard the distant splash of another body jumping into the water. By the time you surfaced, Javier was already at your side, hugging your body and placing a peck on your lips as you wrapped his torso with your legs. You combed his hair disheveled by the water, running your fingers through his black hair. Then, you caressed his face, passing your thumbs on his mustache and bottom lip. He closed his eyes, absorbing your gentle petting. Your fingers wandered through the freckles painting his broad chest and shoulders. You cupped his face with your hands and kissed him with the perfect combination of tenderness and passion that you knew drove him completely dumb for you.
When he opened his big brown puppy eyes, he looked at you as if you were everything he had ever known.
"Te amo mucho, flaquita," he expressed tenderly.
"Yo también te amo, mi corazón," you promised.
"Are you hungry?" he asked after a couple of minutes of tender kisses and sweet nothings in the water.
"Very much," you laughed and started swimming to the shore.
Javi placed a towel on a rock near the water, and you both sat down to start eating and drinking what you brought. You even fed a squirrel with a piece of tamal, which made Javi laugh as he watched you melt in cuteness for the little animal.
"So, you used to come here with your cousins?" you asked him, eager to learn about his youth and his family. He nodded.
"We used to climb to the top of the mountain and swim in the river that everyone knows," he explained. But his expression shifted from a normal nostalgic sentiment to almost sadness in his eyes. He fell silent for a moment, and you regretted asking and potentially ruining the great moment you were having. However, he continued, "After my mom passed away, I was very angry with the whole world. I started being rude with my father and I started to smoke and get drunk with my friends." He let out a laugh, but it was empty. You knew little about how he lost his mother, since he didn't like to talk about it. He had told you that she was sick, that he was fifteen at the time, and that his father never married again. "One day I had a big argument with my dad. He was very angry because I failed all my exams, so I ran away and came here to the river. I was so angry and lost in thought that I didn't notice I had taken the wrong trail and got lost. So, I kept walking until I found this place."
He looked at the waterfall and the treetops, and you felt a shiver and a lump in your throat.
"I sat on this very rock and cried my eyes out, thinking about how much I missed my mom and that I was ashamed of my behavior towards my father," he added. "This place became my refuge. I used to come here every time I felt anxious, tired, or sad. I never told or brought anybody to this place, not even my father."
You couldn't help but wonder if he had ever brought Lorraine here. After all, she had been his first fiancée, and you wondered if he had considered sharing this secret place with her. However, you didn't dare to ask him, afraid of his response or of making him lie just to please you.
But he knew you so damn well, almost as if he could hear the unspoken question burning in your mind. He loved your low-key jealousy.
"Not even her," he clarified. His hand took yours and caressed your still-wet fingers, then he placed his big brown eyes on yours, so devoted to you. "The very first moment I saw you, I swear that you reminded me of this place. I don't know if it was the heat of the Colombian summer or the blue dress you wore that day, but seeing you seated at your desk brought me a peace I haven't felt in a long time."
You felt tears of happiness gathering in your eyes, butterflies in your stomach, and your cheeks turning cherry red. Javi moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his intense gaze still on your bright eyes.
"In that moment, I told myself that I have to bring you here, as my wife. Today is the first time I came back in seven years since I left for Colombia. And you are the only person I've ever shown my most precious secret."
Your hands reached for his face, making him stay still as you kissed him deeply and passionately. His hands went to your back, pulling you closer and kissing you back. You tasted the saltiness of your tears in between the kiss, but so did Javi, so he wiped them away with his thumb.
"I promised to you to be worthy of you, baby, and I intend to make it last forever," he promised.
"You have my heart, Javi," you promised back. "You're everything I have."
He leaned in to kiss your lips again, and then he stood up, pulling you up too.
"Enough of crying, babygirl. Let's swim," he said as he stepped into the water, but you let go of his hand, making him frown.
"Wait," you said, looking around, "Are you sure nobody knows about this lagoon?"
"I'm damn sure, baby. What's the matter?" he said, a bit confused, until he saw you taking off your swimsuit. His eyes darkened as they roamed your completely naked body, and you noticed his Adam's apple moving up and down.
"Is it okay?" you asked him, a mix of innocence and naughtiness that made his cock throb inside his shorts.
"You're amazing," he said as he started taking off his own swimsuit and then pulled you to him and into the water.
He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your chest, and you felt his cock half-hardened against your lower belly. But he let you go, and instead of diving straight into sexual matters, you both swam all around the lagoon, drank all the beers, bathed under the stream of the waterfall, and explored the depths searching for weird-shaped rocks. Sex was an amazing experience in your relationship. You both enjoyed each other's bodies and could spend hours tangled in your shared bed, on the couch, or in any other intimate place. The two of you also knew that there were many ways to make love, and not all of them were about sex. This was one of the connections that Javier learned from being with you. He adored your naked body, and it turned him on. There were days when he just couldn't keep his hands off you. However, he also learned to appreciate it in a way that went beyond lustful desires, reaching a level of intimacy that felt almost divine. He saw you through your nakedness, connecting with your soul, and vice versa.
But when you do fuck, you mean it.
The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the lagoon. You felt his bare body behind you, his arms around your torso as he kissed your neck. You began to rub your buttcheeks against his cock, making him hiss.
Javi's hands disappeared under the water, looking for your core. His index and middle finger found your clit and began to traced gentle circles as he squeezed one of your breasts with his free hand.
You let out a couple of soft moans, trying to keep as quiet as possible, but Javi fastened his touch, making it so hard for you.
"Don't worry, nobody will hear us," he assured you, whispering to your ear, "C'mon, bonita, let me hear you begging for my cock."
"Javi...", you whimpered, feeling his dick slipping on your ass and his fingers between your folds.
"You're such a Goddess," he praised. Javier knew every detail about how to make love to you. He was proud of knowing every corner of your body, every angle, every freckle and every beauty mark over your body. He knew how to made you whimper and scream, and how to make you undone. Yet, he never get bored, not even after three years of relationship and the most wonderful four months of marriage. He would never had enough of every aspect of you.
"I... I need to... feel you inside," you whimpered.
He wanted to made you cum with his fingers and his mouth first, as he always do. But the scene was so kinky and erotic, making his cock throb so painfully.
"Fuck," he hiss, as he carried you, making you gasp, and took you back to the towel.
Javi laid down and you jumped on top of him. His cock was lying on his belly, so you started rubbing it between your wet folds, massaging your clit with his head. His hands captured your hips, so tight you think it would let bruises with the shape of his fingers. But you didn't care, it felt so good.
"I don't brought condoms, baby," he confessed.
"Are you telling me that you planned all this so I let you cum inside of me?", you teased, he shrugged playfully. "You're such a bad boy."
"What are you gonna do about it? Don't tell me that you don't want it too, feel your tight pussy filled with my cum," he whispered, making your core throb around his cock. He grinned, feeling you become even wetter. "I was thinking about starting to build that second bedroom I told you about. How does that sound?"
That was the signal. You and Javi lived in a house that he build years ago. It was at three kilometer from his father's ranch, and since he was not planning to get married at that time, the house only had one room. But now that the panorama had changed, the house was about to transform from a bachelor house to a family home. Starting for make a baby's room next to the the main room.
And just like that, Javi was asking you about starting to try. You answered with a nod and a shaking sigh, your body reacting to his words.
"C'mon, cowgirl, let's put a baby on you," he added, as you took his cock to your entrance. You moan hard as you felt his length stretching your walls, clenching around him. "Fuck, I love that pussy," he groaned.
He was also mesmerized by the view of you on top of him: your skin glowing at the sunlight, drops of water over your shoulders, your wet hair waving with soft air, your hands on his chests, your hardened nipples and your drop-shaped breasts. You looked gorgeous as always.
"You feel so deep, Javi," you moan, starting to moving back and forth, up and down with gentle movements. His pubic hair caressing your swollen clit, his hands over your hips and waist. "I want you to fill my pussy with your cum."
His cock felt different without a condom. You were a married couple, but you still had intercourse with protection, given that you didn't have plans to have a baby until now, and Javi wasn't selfish to make you take pills full of hormones and side effects. He always tried to have condoms on hand, and even though he had insisted that you didn't have to take morning-after pills, you both had sex without protection a couple of times. You always let him know how much you loved his bare cock inside of you and you knew how much he loved it too.
Your whimpers mixed with the sound of the waterfall was music for Javi's ears. He began to push his hips up at the same time as you went down, meeting each other halfway. The air was filled with filthy sounds of wet bodies and moans and whimpers. His name escaped your lips like a prayer, as he watch his cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.
"I'm comin'... I'm... fuck...," you cried, as you felt a knot buildup on your lower belly.
"I know baby, I can feel your pussy clenching for me," he said. Javi took control of the situation, as you let him fuck you nice and deep, one thumb on your clit and his free arm around your waist to make you stay still. You placed your hands at both sides of his head, so he was able to capture your nipple with his mouth, making you cried and soaking wet.
"Don't you fuckin' stop, Javier! Just like that, me gusta cuando me coges así," you pleaded as he fastened his thrusts.
"Quiero verte corriéndote en mi verga," he commanded.
You reached your climax with a silent scream as the waves of pleasure washed over you, squirting over his cock. You pulled your hips up unconsciously, but he pulled you back down again, buried so deep into you. You felt him almost rubbing your cervix as his warm and thick load painted your walls.
He was also growling and letting out soft whimpers as he watched your pussy dripping a mix of his cum and your honey.
Javi pull out and placed your body beside him, kissing your collarbone and caressing the curves of your waist as you came down from your cloud of bliss.
"That was amazing," you murmured after a minute, your cheeks burning. You cupped his cheeks and kiss him on the lips again.
"I wanna swim again," he said, starting to stood up taking your hand to follow him.
But you pulled him closer, pressing his chest against your breasts as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, your tongues entwining. "You're not going anywhere. I told you that you were a bad boy, and you must be punished for that behavior, mister."
He grinned devilishly as you placed your hands over his shoulders and pushed him down your body.
#pedro pascal#fanfic#narcos#pedro pascal x reader#javier pena x reader#javier peña smut#javier peña x reader#javier peña x female reader#pedro pascal smut#javier peña x f!reader#narcos fanfiction#narcos fic#javier peña fic
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Hi! i’d like to ask for Wukong and Macaque (separate) with a short, chubby, gardener reader if you haven’t done that already! Like maybe reader could be growing a peach or plum tree and the boys come by for some!
Hi anon! I love this idea and I hope you like it!!
Wukong and Macaque (separate) with a short, chubby, gardener reader
Sun Wukong
The moment he hears that not only is his crush a gardener and very in tune with nature but loves growing peach trees and is a close friend of MKs…yeah he’s already on his way over there. He tries his best not to overwhelm you with his energy and politely asks for a peach, unable to hide the way his tail excitedly wagged and the genuine grin that crept up on his face when you said for him to take his pick.
You weren’t that far from the harbor or the city so it wasn’t out of his way and found himself visiting you every day, getting more familiar with you and eventually getting the invite from you to come and go as he pleased (as long as he didn’t do anything stupid which you did further clarify when he asked you to be specific due to past….events). Assuring him that he’d have to screw up pretty bad you to ban him from your life and offering to have lunch with him which he happily accepted, talking about your daily life and how different his was on Flower Fruit Mountain.
One day you woke up late to knocking on your door as thunder roared outside your house, thinking nothing of it as you covered your head with the comforter before hearing your front door open as rain pelted on your wood floors and shot up with a bat you always kept beside you in your hands. In front of you, you saw the Great Sage Equal to Heaven dripping wet from the storm holding an armful of peaches with a concerned expression quickly replaced with one of relief and humor.
Wukong explained that on his way over here it started thundering quite badly and swept up some of the peaches that had fallen on the ground (still edible but just shaken off from the wind), concerned about how you were holding up since the weather was more equivalent to a hurricane than a storm and figured he’d spend the time at your place until the storm was over. You of course were now concerned for his family back on the mountain to which his reply was they were all safely in Water Curtain Cave and that he figured spending some time baking with the peaches he’d gathered would be fun, secretly very touched when you’d expressed concern for his brothers and sisters and also how adorable you looked shocked awake with your hair scattered everywhere.
Six-Eared Macaque
He was just walking around one day and smelled something good, stumbling upon your orchard and seeing a variety of fruit trees; his eye spotted a couple of plum and mango trees in the corner of the field. As he was making his way over, he saw you in another row of trees picking fruit to put in your basket and paid you no mind, you were just some simple human.
He jumped onto a branch upon seeing a ripe-looking plum and going to take a bite after rubbing it on his sleeve when he heard you yell at him, looking down to see you looking both confused and annoyed at him. Hearing you reasonably get mad at him for eating the stuff you use to make a living and he sassily responds that one plum missing won’t ruin your life to which you flip him and yell at him to fuck himself…To which he could go away but where’s the fun in that when he found someone so interesting?
You see him every. single. day. after that first interaction and every time you interact, it’s the same old song and dance with him giving you a sassy remark and you telling him to fuck off. But each time you both get closer and become more friends than the tolerable asshole I interact with, eventually you both get to look forward to your meetings and ask how the other’s day was (learning the actual names of one another). One day though is different from the rest.
It was nearing sunset and you were at the back of your orchard, picking ripened fruit for the market tomorrow and putting broken or torn fruit in a bin for compost (definitely not picking some savory fruits for the shadow demon basically living with you) when you heard a branch snap in the thick forest nearby with growling not shortly after.
You nearly dropped the basket you were holding and backed away from the mother bear with her cubs moving closer to you, the small furred cubs eating scarred apples and mangos that had already gone to insects, and nearly jumped at you before someone got in front of you. Macaque now stood in front of you with a pointed bo staff made of a swirling black shadow-like material and eyes glowing violet as he bared his teeth, a low growl building in the back of his throat and poison dripping from his words. “Go.”
That was all it took for them to run, scurrying back into the forest and leaving the two of you alone with adrenaline still coursing through you. Both of you made it back to your house with some fruit, the shadow demon lightly joked about how he might as well just start living with you if these things keep happening, and you said he was more than welcome to.
Yeah, that was all it took for both of you to become roommates with more mornings filled with tangled limbs (Macaque seeking you out for both warmth and comfort) and you both playfully flirt with each other, baking and keeping each other company at the marker when you have to leave.
#lmk x reader#lmk macaque x reader#lmk sun wukong#lmk sun wukong x reader#lego monkie kid x reader#sun wukong x reader#six eared macaque x reader#lmk macaque
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Shui Long Yin Official Announcement
Officially Announced:
Drama: Shui Long Yin 《水龙吟》 (no official English title is announced yet, but it loosely translates to "Water Dragon Roars"
Starring: Luo Yunxi
Platform: Hunan TV, Mango, Migu Video, China Mobile HD
Produced by: ZSTC Media Group 中视同成 (Luo Yunxi's own management company who owns the IP but has no production capabilities), Otters Studio 獭獭文化 (main production company)
Producers: the 11 producers listed are essentially executives of the platforms and production companies mentioned above
Lin Jun 林君, ZSTC Media Group Founder/CEO
Ye Fangcang 叶方仓, Otters Studio CEO
Tang Pan 唐潘, Mango Producer
Gan Yuqing 甘雨青, Migu Video Production Content GM
Zhou En 周恩, Mango/HunanTV Producer
Jiao Yunfei 焦云飞
Jiang Hao 姜浩, HunanTV Producer
Bu Yanan卜亚男
Chu Jianfeng 储建峰, Mango/HunanTV Producer
Tang Chenqi 汤辰骐
Lead Producer & Artistic Director: Wang Yirong 王翼荣 (Till the End of the Moon, Immortality)
Based on the Novel by: Teng Ping 藤萍 (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)
Director: Chen Zhoufei 陈宙飞 (The Forbidden Flower, Double Tap; also cinematographer of Shadow, a Zhang Yimou film)
World Concept: Huatian Concept Art 花田概念艺术 (Till the End of the Moon, Immortality, The Untamed, Ashes of Love)
Art Director: Zheng Chen 郑辰 (Lost You Forever)
Costume Director: Huang Wei 黄薇 (Till the End of the Moon, A Dream of Splendor, Immortality)
Action Director: Wang Haiqi 王海岐 (Till the End of the Moon, Immortality, Ashes of Love)
Makeup & Styling Director: Tsang Mingfai 曾明辉 (Till the End of the Moon, Immortality, Ashes of Love)
Unofficial Information
Genre: Xuanhuan Wuxia (basically wuxia with more fantastical elements, similar to Blood of Youth)
Production Period: Dec 2 (rumored start) for 4-5 months
Air Date: 1H 2025 (my estimation). It'll likely wrap around April 2024 and will need at least 9-10 months in post-production, which makes the earliest airing window CNY of 2025. Given the large investment, it'll likely air as soon as it receives its license. which will take longer than the average costume idol drama due to additional review requirements for TV broadcast
Episodes: 40
Screenwriter: Lin Conghe 蔺丛鹤 (Little is known about the screenwriter, which is not unusual. He was last credited as the lead screenwriter for the yet to be aired Blood of Youth sequel 《少年白马醉春风》 and a low budget drama The Yin and Yang Formula 《阴阳诀之祭情》).
#luo yunxi#till the end of the moon#cdrama#black moonlight holds the be script#tantai jin#tteotm#chinese drama
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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman!
someone (aka bestie love angel @clatoera) wanted glimmer/marvel content and i am a woman of the people!!! this is based on her lovely fic awrbfb and based off of many, many silly and sad dm brainstorms!
i also wanted to write something short and fun and happy to get back into it! title from slut! by taylor swift :) i hope y'all enjoy
tw: mentions of sexual assault
When Glimmer leaves the bath, her skin is on fire. Her arms are bright pink from the scalding heat, her head light because of the thick, delicate florals of her bubble bath. A few weeks ago, her preference on the cover of a gossip magazine, bright yellow letters on top of a smiling picture of her. She’s not quite sure who told them, but it’s not true. The baths hurt, the water as hot as she can possibly get it. At least it replaces every other hurt of the night, and forces her muscles to relax.
Glimmer wraps herself in an unbearably soft white towel and steps out of her room. Her heart jumps when she sees the bed – a plush light blue sweatshirt, red flannel pants, and a mango pudding. She’d stared at the platter of pudding all through dinner, but the glittery lipstick she was wearing made it impossible to eat. She won’t let herself get used to these little comforts, but it’s nice to have.
She doesn’t have much of a choice but to put on the pajamas – everything in her cupboards is small and silky, and she’s too tired to figure out the complicated straps. Besides, they have that perfect fresh laundry smell. She looks ridiculous – the pants pooling at her feet, the sleeves hiding her hands – but it’s nice. Warm and soft, not exposed to every tiny gust of wind like she usually is.
Before she can stop herself, she eats the pudding. Next to it is a carefully folded piece of paper. The strangely familiar, terribly messy scrawl reads:
Hey Glimmer,
If you’re tired of being awake or being with people, then I hope you have a good night! But if you want to talk to anyone or be around someone, I’m awake.
– Marvel
Warmth floods her stomach, and she’s standing before she realizes it. She doesn’t know quite why she finds so much comfort in this strange, silly boy, and she thinks she knows exactly what he wants from her, but she doesn’t want to be alone. She wants to lie on the soft red couch in his room and watch nature documentaries, giggling as he does his best to imitate the loud roars of the animals.
His door is ajar, and he’s at one corner of the couch. “Hey, come on in,” he says. “Do you want a blanket or anything?”
“Yes please,” Glimmer says, grabbing the white fur blanket from his bed. Because she has a favorite blanket in his room – the one she got him for his birthday, the one he’s barely used because she curls up in it every night she can.
She wraps herself in the blanket and settles in next to him. No longer keeping her distance, sitting as far away as he can, because there’s something steadying about him. She can almost imagine that there’s no pain in her throat from being pushed forwards on the dick of a man four times her age, and that her thighs won’t be bruised when she wakes up tomorrow. She’s just a teenage girl watching a movie with her friend.
“I just had this on,” Marvel gestures to the action movie on the screen – something with a lot of cars. “But I’ll watch whatever.”
“I’ll watch this if we can watch Lovestruck next?” Glimmer suggests her favorite romantic comedy. She doesn’t mind this – her brain is too hazy to focus on anything. But the comfort would be nice.
“10 minutes left, and then absolutely.” Marvel says.
They don’t make it to Lovestruck, because Glimmer falls asleep on Marvel’s shoulder. It means nothing – she’s in a cocoon of the softest fabric known to man, so cozy and comfortable that she’s lulled into a state of bliss. She wakes up to a soft hand on her shoulder, another carefully pushing her hair away from her eyes.
“Tired?” Marvel asks.
“Do you mind if I sleep in here?” Marvel has that look of surprised joy behind his eyes, the one he has whenever she lets him in a little bit. There’s something so endearing about it. Besides, she doesn’t want to be alone right now.
“No, of course not!”
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When she wakes up, Marvel is playing a game on his phone. In her barely awake mind, she decides it’s okay if she asks “Are you gay?”
“What?” Marvel looks over at her, a hint of amusement curling in his smile.
“Are you gay? Are you at all interested in women?” She pushes herself up, her back flush against the headboard.
“Not gay,” Marvel pauses. “Definitely interested in women.”
“Any other guy would have fucked me last night.” She says, staring at the wall. She sounds like a petulant child, even if she absolutely did not want him to fuck her last night.
“When you were half asleep?” He says, incredulous.
Glimmer crosses her arms. “Yes.” It’s happened before. She’s pretty, she was in his room. That’s normally enough.
Marvel rubs his eyes, exasperated. “Glim, that’s not normal. That’s like. Date rape. Or I don’t know if it’s date rape, exactly, but it’s definitely some type of rape.”
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
“God, yes,” the words tumble out before he can stop them. “Sorry. I know you hear that a lot. You are, objectively, really pretty.”
“Pretty girl in your room… didn’t do anything.” Her voice sounds so small.
“Because, Glimmer. You’re the kindest person, and you’re so smart, and so funny, and I like talking to you. And if I had had sex with you last night, you would have stopped talking to me. And you would have had every right to, because that would have been a shitty thing to do. And I would never want to hurt you.” He looks straight at her, blue eyes meeting bright green. She can feel herself tearing up a little bit, and she blinks to get the tears out of her eyes.
She kisses him. She kisses him, and it’s the best a kiss has ever felt. She’s never kissed a boy, only been kissed, over and over and over. But his hand is gentle on her back instead of possessive, his mouth open and soft on hers instead of hard and taking.
“Can we talk about this over waffles?” She asks when she pulls away.
Marvel beams at her, all soft hair and shining eyes and a smile that makes her miss his mouth. “I would love nothing more.”
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Some thoughts I had about narrative miscommunications I’ve been seeing pop up here and there.
1) “Mango sees Gold in Purple, Purple doesn’t deserve to be a replacement!”
I mean, yeah Mango sees Gold in Purple. First kid second kid. But Mango doesn’t ever mistake Purple for Gold. In fact his entire Roaring Rampage of Revenge against Minecraft is based off the fact that he knows Gold is dead and gone for good. (Corroborated by Alan’s commentary: Mango isn’t trying to get Gold back or anything.)
Mango doesn’t see Purple as a replacement. His vision of Gold during Purple’s last stand is more about him recognizing his actions as hurting an innocent person—specifically someone who sees him as a parent. Hell, right after the Purple:Gold comparison scene you immediately get a bunch of scenes that are Purple’s and Purple’s only. (Bowing to him/getting excited about the plan/etc.)
2) “Purple doesn’t deserve another Dark Blue in their life.”
True. But Mango is not Dark Blue. People seem to have had a HUGE misinterpretation in the scene where they hug. Notice that only Purple mistakes Mango for Dark Blue. When we see the scene from Mango’s perspective (running toward Purple), he’s always himself. But when we see Purple’s perspective (looking at the person running toward them) we see Dark Blue.
This isn’t the greater narrative saying “haha look dad came back with the milk”, this is Purple actively mistaking Mango for Dark Blue, up until the moment he hugs them and they realize he isn’t. It’s them wishing so badly for the approving parental figure in their life and then realizing they could have someone right here.
3. “They’re not going to work as a family.”
…Says who? I mean, obviously they would have to work through a lot of their issues together & Mango probably has a lot to apologize for in regards to how he hurt Purple in his grief for Gold. In turn, Purple should probably open up to Mango about his backstory and issues with parental approval. But I think that’s what the park scene in the credits is for; they’re sitting down and talking, actually getting to know each other past his revenge plots and their need to prove themself.
The core of the issue is this; thematically, season 3 has been about “monsters”, literally and figuratively. Each of the Color Gang encounter a “monster”, is antagonized by them, and then find that they each have their own stories. They find it in themselves to work together not in spite these stories, but in light of them; in finding common goals and working for the future, instead of clinging to the past. The Warden, the Ravager, the monster school squad… and Purple. (Even Herobrine!) I said it before somewhere around on this website; it’s why I was so sure Mango would get a redemption arc or a very hidden backstory.
And more toward Mango and Purple’s arcs… They’re about recognizing past mistakes, and how they’ve been repeating them. Purple continuing the hopeless endeavor of trying to impress Dark Blue, until Green helps them realize there’s more in life for them than that. Mango waging war against the game that took his son’s life… until Purple makes him realize that he’s hurting other people uninvolved, and indeed, hurting a filial figure like Gold.
They’re not replacing each other’s missing family member. They’re deciding to be each other’s family, not in spite of their past, but in light of them; working toward the future instead of clinging to the past.
It’s about them breaking the cycle.
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Midnight snack- A Syd & Carmen story
This has been in my head for awhile probably sucks but I had to get it out.
The roar of the L shook the apartment and shook Carmen out of his sleep. For a moment he lay there mind blank, eyes closed, warm, and satiated. Sleepily his fingers trailed a path over the bare skin of the woman in his arms. Her skin was the color of bourbon vanilla, sweet, fragrant, and intoxicating he thought as he kissed her bare shoulder up to her soft warm neck. In sleepy response she buried herself deeper into his arms.
" Is it morning?" She mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Unable to resist he captured her mouth with his. A low groan grew in his chest. "God you're so sweet" as he tasted and savored her as if she was the rarest and most exquisite wine.
" Go back to sleep" he whispered and stared at the sleepy breathless angel in his arms. Carm waited till he felt her fall back to sleep before slipping out of bed. He wasn't going to let Syd sleep very long. What he had in mind meant she'd need her strength.
Cold air rushed over his bare chest and feet as he braced his forearm against the fridge searching for a midnight snack. They'd been back from their Honeymoon for 3 days. 3 days of Syd reminding him it was his turn to do the grocery shopping. And now he was staring into a fridge that had 2 mangos, a marinade Syd was experimenting with, heavy cream, a single egg and butter.
He stared at the ingredients he'd selected on the counter, checked over his shoulder to ensure Syd was still sleeping. Then got to work.
The smell of freshly baked biscuits woke her before Carm slipped quietly into the room carrying a tray.
" Are those biscuits?" Syd asked sleepily shoving her bonnet back and away from her face as she propped herself up on her elbow.
" Mango Shortcake" he replied as he set the tray in front of her. Her eyes lit up as she reached for the spoon but he was faster scooping the warm mango into the sweetened whip cream and holding it out for her to take a bite.
She glared mutinously at him" You're not going to feed me."
"Suit yourself" She watched in shock as he took the bowl and settled back enjoying a giant bite. The smell was heavenly and she knew it was going to taste 10 times better.
"Fine, OK! You can feed me" Carm held out the intentionally over filled spoon to her lips.
"Mhmmm" She moaned softly as warmed mango and sweet cream dribbled just above the sheet she grasped to her exposed breasts. She opened her eyes expecting another bite.
" You made a mess there, chef"
Puzzled she swipped at her chin.
" Dont worry, I got you" as he bent his head and licked away the sticky syrup and worked his way up to her panting lips.He pulled away to look in her desire filled eyes.
"Nothing will ever taste as tremendous as you."
Syd pulled him to her...she'd forget about the shortcake...for now.
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like mother like daughter 🥹
#they both grew up to be so big I CANT TAKE IT!!!!#ben pincus#bumpy#jurassic world camp cretaceous#jurassic world chaos theory#mango roars#ben & bumpy#ben fitzgerald pincus#chaos theory
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Tag Yourself as Energies my friends and I have
🐺 Werewolf Energy 🐺
Has an intimidating "tough guy" presence but is actually a big softie.
Has a contagious howl like laughter that they hate but everyone adores.
Less of a wolf kind of werewolf and more of a golden retriever kind of werewolf.
Actually insanely dog-like (IE: strong sense of hearing, taste, smell. Red-Green colorblind and wears glasses.)
Loves to cook but doesn't drain their ground beef. Says that's where all the flavor is and will not listen to reason.
Has a deep booming voice that you can hear from across the house. Even across an empty field on a good day.
Doesn't mind getting dirty and prefers hands-on types of jobs.
Laid back but has zero tolerance for bullshit.
Only truly scary when they're angry or frustrated which is rare from them.
Actually knows the phases of the moon by heart.
Aesthetic: Muddy clothes, Messy hair, Sun kissed skin, Piercing gaze, The roar of an engine, Oil stained hands, Leather jackets, Bacon and eggs in the morning, Hamburgers and fries from Mom and Pop shops, The full moon peeking out over the treeline, Audio books, Caramel flavored coffee, Driving with the radio full blast, Light growling, Thunderstorms, Lazy days, Tequila shots, Loud laughter
Theme Song: The Nights by Avicii
🐉 Dragon Energy 🐉
Like werewolf, they're more akin to a dragon from a kid's movie rather than a traditional dragon.
Major hoarder and has a spending problem. Most of their hoards consist of art supplies, crystals, candles, weird trivial objects they find on the street, stuffed animals, DnD dice, lighters, knives, etc.
Able to romantize and find the beauty in even the most mundane of activities like a trip to the grocery store, a boring car ride or doing laundry.
Sleeps in a "nest" of blankets, pillows and stuffed animals with the A/C full blast. Can't sleep otherwise.
A child at heart and has an imagination so vivid they often get lost in it. They often need a little guidance back into the real world.
Loves going on adventures and exploring new places. Can turn even the most mundane errand into a fun excursion.
Sometimes their emotions are too much to handle and they might get overwhelmed and explode. They always feel guilty about it though and apologize afterward.
Fiercely protective of their treasures (aka: their friends) and would probably die for their friends if they had to. Though maybe a little too protective.
Opens their mouth wide when they yawn because it makes them feel like they're roaring.
Bites and headbutts their friends as a show of affection.
Aesthetic: Shed snake skin, Shiny objects, Watercolor paint, Fleeting eye contact, Soft blanket nests, Gray afternoons, Chai tea, Apple Cinnamon candles, Fine china, The glow of a heat lamp, Notebooks, Big fluffy clouds, Vivid sunsets, Bonfires, Head stuck in the clouds, Aluminum pins, Thrift shop clothes, Wide eyed stares, Awkward toothy grins, Fountain pens, Patchwork jackets, Cracking your knuckles
Theme Song: Geronimo by Sheppard
🦋 Mothman Energy 🦋
Has real cryptid energy, thanks to their height and lanky limbs. Not to mention they're already a chaos incarnate to boot.
Immuno-compromised and kind of delicate but doesn't let that stop them from obtaining their dreams.
Has the spice tolerance of a God. Will eat a whole bag of hot cheetos till their mouth is completely raw.
Stares at lights before turning them, thus accidentally blinding themselves each time. Does it so much that everyone genuinely thinks they might be part mothman.
Honestly just hates society and people in general and wants to live in the mountains as a hermit for the rest of their life.
Pretty much everything they wear came out of the 60s-70s era.
Knows an astounding amount of information on cryptids from all different states and even countries.
"When your sleep schedule is abysmal, you can sleep anytime."
Seems to subsist entirely on root beer and mountain kickstart pineapple orange mango.
Has at least twenty different kinds of potted plants in their room, all in various handmade pots and on every available surface.
Aesthetic: Moss samples, Cheap ramen noodles, Cat hair on clothes, Bomber jackets and aviator sunglasses, Leather messenger bag, Pine trees, Waterlogged boots, Moths flying around a street light, Watching the stars, Wondering what's out there, Empty paint cans, Early morning walks, Zoo and museum visits, Befriending a stray cat, Watching obscure movies, Oragami figures, Late night talks, Sarcasm, Walking sticks, RGB lights
Theme Song: The Moss by Cosmo Sheldrake
👽 Alien Energy 👽
Dresses like a cartoon character and it's honestly so cute. Wears a lot of patterns and colors that somehow all work together.
Mall culture to the max. Responsible for keeping the American mall dream alive.
Kinda shy but genuinely sweet. Will always offer you help when you need it.
Absolutely loves weird and unique animals, especially elephants. They track all the ones in captivity and give updates frequently.
Like Mothman, is very tall and lanky with long limbs. They also have freckles just like a galaxy.
Misses arcades and wishes they would come back. Goes to Dave and Busters for their birthday ever year.
All their pets are unique and named after foods such as their sharpei dog, Taco.
Has an old barn on their property where stray cats like to take refuge.
Loves old Disney movies and anime. Their favorite disney movie is Lilo and Stitch.
They also have a huge collection of anime and disney related figurines. A whole shelf full and continuing to grow.
Aesthetic: Teal and turquoise, Varsity jackets and athletic shorts, Pixie cuts, Binging anime, Microwave popcorn, Cuddling with your pets, Shag carpets, Colorful notebooks and fun pencils, Scented markers, Cotton candy soap, Cheaply made gimmick erasers, Tile floors, Homemade slime, Glowsticks, Stickers on laptop, Marble soda, Fairy lights, Ramen shops, Cinnabons, Star shaped Earrings, Young Adult Novels, Sour candy, Hibiscus tea, Orange tic tacs
Theme Song: Something in the Water by Brooke Fraser
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your muses aesthetic. list your muse’s aesthetic from tastes, smells, outfits, and sceneries. add as many subjects as you like, it can help with people tagging you in aesthetically pleasing things towards your muse.
tastes: traditional fire-nation cuisine. spicy fire-flakes, roasted pork, and hot tea infused with jasmine. dragon fruit, lychee, and mangoes, grilled sea pawns. aged fire nation wines with complex flavors of oak and spice. fire nation whiskey, intense and smoky, with hints of charred oak, toasted spices, and a touch of volcanic ashroasted chestnuts. green tea ceremonies, delicate jasmine tea, and rare white dragon jasmine tea leaves—a specialty of his father. rare spices from trees that are native to fire nation, including cumin, saffron, and cardamom.
smells: a scent of smoldering cinnamon, cloves, and star anise in the air. jasmine blossoms, lotus flowers, and orchids from the royal gardens. the crisp scent of autumn leaves and the smoky aroma of fire pits. herbal notes. a hint of sage, lemongrass, and mint leaves in herbal teas. sandalwood incense burning in meditation rooms. crackling hearth fires in the royal palace.
sights: volcanic landscapes. volcanoes looming on the horizon, with smoke rising from their peaks. intense flames swirling, casting shadows against the red walls. royal palace. opulent halls decorated with gilded ornaments, tapestries depicting ancient fire nation legends, and imposing thrones. fire nation technology—advanced warships, steam-powered machinery, and towering factories billowing smoke. traditional fire nation dances—graceful movements accompanied by the flickering light of torches and lanterns. colorful celebrations featuring elaborate firework displays, traditional music, and performances. endless amount of war memorials. monuments honoring fallen soldiers of the fire nation, with eternal flames burning in their honor. regal crimson robes with intricate gold embroidery, adorned with the fire nation insignia. messages of propaganda, supremacy, and strength through firebending. a recruitment poster featuring a soldier, with the caption, join the fire nation army and defend our sacred land.
sounds: the rhythmic sound of flames dancing in fire pits and torches. trumpets heralding the arrival of fire nation royalty, accompanied by drums and cymbals. war drums—thunderous beats echoing across training grounds, inspiring troops before battle. lightning crackling in the foreground. melodic tunes played on traditional fire nation instruments, the pipa and guzheng. the chirping of fire nation birds, the rustling of palm trees, and the distant roar of waterfalls. war machinery—clanking gears, hissing steam, and the rumble of warships off the shorelines. moments of quiet contemplation, where the only sounds are the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle crackle of embers. practicing the dizi, traditional flute in between training sessions.
sensations: the comforting heat of firebending flames against the skin during training sessions. luxurious fire nation silks and satins, smooth against the touch. intense warmth radiating from the earth's core during visits to volcanic hot springs. humid, sea breezes brushing against the skin from the coastlines. tactile connection—a sensation of firebending energy pulsing beneath lu ten's fingertips, responding to his every movement and command. resilient spirit and unwavering determination. a deep sense of connection to the spirits of fire. commitment to serving the fire nation. isolationism, a loneliness you cannot shake. failure is not an option. reluctant heroism, internal struggles between morality and obligations. inside of me, there are two dogs. one is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. when asked which one wins, i answer, the one I feed the most. ambiguous loyalties.
tagged by — me.
tagging: @hotknickers, @denouemente, @linghung, @hookedswords, @dropovers, @fearbend, @kniveds, @yourideaguy, @bowbend, @rotpoetry
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[There’s a video. It appears to have been recorded by Kinkajou’s Rotom phone. Watch?
Kinkajou is at the wall that separates the Wild Area from Hammerlocke. Mango the Eevee is fainted on Kinkajou’s back. She doesn’t seem too heavily hurt.
Kinkajou begins to fly, Mango slipping off on Kinkajou’s back. Mango falls off, and Kinkajou turns around and catches her midair with her talons. Kinkajou says something in Dragon, which just sounds like roaring and growling to the average human.
Kinkajou flies above the Motostoke wall, she camouflages her scales, causing her to seemingly disappear. This results in it looking as if an unconscious Eevee is somehow floating over the Motostoke entrance.
They land in Motostoke, right in front of the Pokémon center. Kinkajou’s scales return to their normal colors, showing that Kinkajou is too big to enter the building.
She pokes her head in and calls out in Dragon, holding out Mango.
The people inside, reasonably, are afraid of the weird gigantic new Pokémon that none of them had seen before that was also roaring and growling.
Kinkajou pauses for a moment, and then says, in Galarian, “Help.” She nods at the unconscious Eevee.
Most of the people in the Pokémon center just stare at Kinkajou.
Then the nurse there picks up Mango. They look up at Kinkajou, nods, and takes the Eevee to the back of the center.
A few moments later, they come back, Mango following. “Alright, this Eevee should be all good now.”
Mango runs over to Kinkajou, making happy sounds.
Kinkajou smiles and says something in Dragon, then stops, trying to remember something. “Tankyu!” She calls.
Kinkajou removes herself from the doorway and flies away, Mango riding on her shoulder.]
#kinkajous grand pokemon adventure!#irl pokemon#irl pkmn#pkmn irl#pokemon irl#pokemon faller#rotomblr#rotumblr#//hi yes this took forever I’m sorry#//the reason is because I wrote half of this scene before and then realized dragons are massive and had to write the entire thing again#//apologies if this is incomprehensible#//I wrote this exclusively past 3 am
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The Final Incident
General Audiences | Fluff
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three
“Want an ice pop?”
“What flavour?”
“Uhhh….” Tsumiki reached up and felt around on the top of the table. “A-ha!” She pulled the bag down onto the floor and rustled through it. “There’s … mango and pineapple – I’d better have that, you’re allergic – and .. blue raspberry? Wanna try that?”
“Sure.” Megumi ripped the plastic open with his teeth. “Want me to open yours?”
“Please. I don’t have fangs like you.”
“They’re not fangs, they’re just teeth.”
“Sharp teeth.”
“Usefully sharp teeth.”
“Well, I won’t argue there. Don’t get any juice on yourself,” she added anxiously.
“I was careful,” Megumi assured her, handing the treat back to her. “No mango got me, I promise.”
Tsumiki still looked over Megumi’s face worriedly, but she must have been satisfied that none of the juice touched his skin, since she started sucking the flavour out of the ice contentedly. Megumi watched as the yellow colour retreated.
“It’s better to bite it,” he said. “You’re gonna just have plain ice left over.”
“I like eating it this way,” Tsumiki shrugged. “You bite yours, if you like.”
Megumi did. Tsumiki winced at the crunch.
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OR: the entrance of Gojo into two previously unaware lives.
TW: implied domestic abuse
CRASH!
Megumi flinched at the loud noise, moving under the table. Upstairs, Mr Shigino flipped another chair.
“SHUT UP!” he roared, voice muffled by the ceiling. There was another thump.
The front door opened. “Megumi?” Tsumiki called. Megumi jumped.
“Here.”
“Why are you- oh, are they at it again?” Tsumiki looked at the ceiling. “I wish they’d be more considerate of their neighbours.”
Megumi nodded in agreement. “I hope Mrs Shigino is okay.”
“Me too.” Tsumiki put her bags on the table and crawled under it to sit next to Megumi. “We’re okay, though. Mr Shigino isn’t mad at us. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yeah. He’s just … loud.”
“I know, I know. Lucky we’re not going to bed yet, huh?” she giggled; Megumi smiled and leant into her. “Want an ice pop?”
“What flavour?”
“Uhhh….” Tsumiki reached up and felt around on the top of the table. “A-ha!” She pulled the bag down onto the floor and rustled through it. “There’s … mango and pineapple – I’d better have that, you’re allergic – and .. blue raspberry? Wanna try that?”
“Sure.” Megumi ripped the plastic open with his teeth. “Want me to open yours?”
“Please. I don’t have fangs like you.”
“They’re not fangs, they’re just teeth.”
“Sharp teeth.”
“Usefully sharp teeth.”
“Well, I won’t argue there. Don’t get any juice on yourself,” she added anxiously.
“I was careful,” Megumi assured her, handing the treat back to her. “No mango got me, I promise.”
Tsumiki still looked over Megumi’s face worriedly, but she must have been satisfied that none of the juice touched his skin, since she started sucking the flavour out of the ice contentedly. Megumi watched as the yellow colour retreated.
“It’s better to bite it,” he said. “You’re gonna just have plain ice left over.”
“I like eating it this way,” Tsumiki shrugged. “You bite yours, if you like.”
Megumi did. Tsumiki winced at the crunch.
“Make sure your brush your teeth properly afterwards. If you get sensitive teeth, you won’t be able to bite these again.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let me eat it first.”
Engrossed in the treat, he barely noticed another loud crash overhead, followed by a lot of doors banging. Tsumiki inched closer to Megumi in case she needed to grab him and run again.
“’Miki?”
“Yeah?”
“D’you think Toji’s ever gonna come back?”
“Do you want him to?”
“No.”
“In that case, no,” Tsumiki decided. “He wouldn’t come back when he’s not wanted.”
“What if the police tell him to?”
“When has he ever listened to the police?”
Megumi considered this. He thought about the few times the police had tried to talk to his father.
“’Miki?”
“Yeah?”
“Mrs Kinoshita down the hall said I looked like him.”
“Like Dad?”
“Yeah. Is that true?”
“Do you want it to be?”
Megumi sighed. “I’m not gonna talk to you anymore if you can’t even answer a question.”
Tsumiki looked at her brother. His sharp nose and eyes were definitely like their dad’s; she stroked the hair lying at the nape of his neck. “You have his smile,” she told him.
“Is that bad? And don’t say ‘do you want it to be’.”
“Well, my mom fell in love with him. And your mom fell in love with him.”
Megumi gasped. “I don’t want two wives!”
“You don’t have to have any, if you don’t want them,” Tsumiki assured him. “I just meant, people liked him. That’s all.”
“Hmm. Mrs Kinoshita didn’t like him.”
“How do you know?”
“She said I looked like a greasy rat.”
“What?!”
“She said,” Megumi held up air quotes, “’You look just like your damn greasy rat of a father. Get out of my way.’”
“Were you in her way?”
“I was just taking the recycling out.”
“Oh, thank you, I forgot that was today.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You don’t look like a rat, by the way. Or greasy.”
“Did Toji?”
“Maybe.” Tsumiki tilted her head in thought. “He can’t’ve been very nice, anyway.”
“True. I wonder why your mom ran away with him.”
“Maybe they ran away separately.”
“Maybe. Was it just his smile that was good, then?”
“Yeah. Only the bits you share.”
“Yeah.”
“We don’t need him anyway.”
“Yeah.”
There was a loud scream upstairs, and sounds of running. Tsumiki took hold of Megumi’s hand.
“Fire escape?” Megumi asked.
“Just for a little bit. It’s not anything to worry about, okay?”
“Okay.”
Together they crawled out from under the table and scurried through the apartment to reach the fire escape, climbing inside. Megumi was still clutching his ice pop, which he busied himself with while they listened to Mr Shigino crashing down the stairs and hammering on their apartment door. Neither of them called out to see what he wanted.
“One day, we’ll live somewhere else,” Tsumiki whispered. “Somewhere Dad didn’t choose.”
“Somewhere we choose?”
“Yeah! Where would you like to live?”
“Uhhh…. an apartment, but not like this one. One with a working fridge and a not-leaky showerhead and no weird shapes on the ceiling.”
“Ooh, that sounds nice. Go on.”
“We’ll have two dogs and a multicoloured sofa so we can’t see the dog hair-“
“And a cat! I want a cat.”
“-And a cat and a guinea pig and a goldfish and an elephant.”
“How big is this apartment?!”
“Huge. Big enough for twelve elephants, but we only want one.”
“Twelve elephants, you say?” another voice mused. The children jumped.
“Who’s there?” Tsumiki whisper-yelled.
“It sounds kinda familiar,” Megumi said, thinking hard. “Familiar and annoying.”
“Yeesh, words hurt, kid,” the voice said again, and a foot set down in front of them. It was followed by legs, then a torso and arms, and finally a head; a pale head with spiky white hair, black sunglasses and a blinding grin.
“You!” Megumi accused. “You’re the weirdo who stopped me the other day!”
“Weirdo?! I’m your saviour,” said Gojo, and he reached down to ruffle Megumi’s hair.
“Who is he, Megumi?” Tsumiki asked, eyeing Gojo warily.
“Oh, he’s the guy who said Toji sold us or something,” Megumi shrugged.
“And I also said I’d take care of everything,” Gojo huffed. “So, here I am. I have taken care of everything, and if you like, you can leave this place.”
“Our apartment? Are you kicking us out?” Tsumiki grabbed a tight hold of Megumi’s hand again.
“Not at all! You can stay here if you’d like. But I am, in fact, your legal guardian.” Gojo unfurled a piece of paper and handed it to Tsumiki; it was too complicated for Megumi to read, but she seemed to understand it well enough. “My name is Satoru Gojo. You can call me .. well, whatever you’d like.”
“Well…” Tsumiki turned to her brother. “You said you met him before?”
“Yeah. I don’t think he’ll hurt us or anything.”
Gojo shook his head violently. “Never, never, never. And I’m not gonna force you to come with me if you don’t want to.”
Tsumiki kept thinking. “And we’d be sold somewhere if …?”
“If I hadn’t stepped in. But, if you don’t want me to be involved, you still won’t be sold. I’m your guardian until you’re 20, in the eyes of the law.”
“I think we should go with him,” Megumi said suddenly. Tsumiki turned to him in amazement.
“You trust him?”
Gojo’s eyes sparkled in anticipation.
“Enough,” Megumi reluctantly acknowledged. “But I at least think he’s better than here.”
Gojo nodded enthusiastically. “I am definitely better than here. Oh- speaking of, there was a guy at your door. I got rid of him, was that okay?”
Tsumiki was quiet for a moment. She turned Megumi’s hand over in her own, tracing the lines as she considered.
Then, she looked up at Gojo with a beaming smile. “You really care about us, don’t you? About Megumi?”
“About you, too,” Gojo replied. “But yeah, about Megumi.”
Her smile widened. “Okay, then.”
“Okay?”
“Okay. We’ll go with you.”
Gojo’s grin stretched to match Tsumiki’s. “Alright! You got anything you want to bring with you?”
The children looked at each other. “Nope.”
“Even better, this’ll be quick and easy. Grab on, kids.”
Tsumiki gently grasped his hand; Megumi, obviously reluctant, had to be lifted in Gojo’s remaining arm.
“Here we go!” Gojo jumped, and their vision blurred. Time, though they couldn’t say how long, passed in that position, colours whirring before their eyes and wind whipping their faces. Gojo held Megumi tighter as he turned his put his face in Gojo’s shoulder; Tsumiki used her other arm to grab onto Gojo’s leg. He put his hand on her head to stop it being pushed around by the force.
When the sensations stopped, they were standing outside a building, maybe only three stories tall but much longer than their apartment building had been.
“This is it,” Gojo said, taking his hand off Tsumiki’s head. He didn’t put Megumi down; Megumi didn’t seem to mind. “We’ve made it. Home sweet home.”
Tsumiki’s cheeks ached with the stretch of her grin. “Home sweet home.”
“Home,” Megumi echoed, and burrowed further into Gojo’s embrace.
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