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morganofthewildfire · 1 year

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We miss you post 🧸

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Well here is a surprise for you then!! I miss posting a lot too trust me, this year has been insane, I'm trying to focus on my original novel I'm trying to write as well, but I definitely miss posting as much as I used to 🥺

this is probably literal nonsense lol, i wrote it in probably half an hour, but i've been reading a lot of mafia books lately hahaha and i took inspiration from those

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Rowan was watching her.

He’d been watching her for a while, first because of orders, and the duty he knew he had to fulfill. But more recently it’d been out of his own interest. Because Aelin Galathynius was a fascinating creature, and he’d been unable to stop himself from wanting to see what she was going to do next.

As a mafia “princess,” there wasn’t much freedom she was really allowed. But the few grasps she had, she took and ran with.

Whether it was staying outside for a little too long after being called in, trying to give her bodyguard the slip while out shopping, even foolishly attempting to steal money from her father’s account to purchase a ridiculously expensive pair of shoes.

She had to know he probably would’ve bought them for her anyway, so Rowan assumed it was about the principle of the matter. Aelin liked to make waves, when the rest of her family would rather the boat not get rocked at all.

You could say it was out of luck that their surveillance hadn’t been discovered by now, but really, Rowan knew it never would be. Connall Moonbeam was far too good at his job, and Rhoe Galathynius’ joke of a security team was far too incompetent. He almost wished they were a little better, just to make this more satisfying. It wasn’t as exciting when there was no challenge.

But the challenge would come later, when Galathynius realized what exactly they were up to.

Of course, by then it would be too late, but his rage would be delicious.

Rowan wondered what her rage would taste like, if it would be as sweet.

Narrowing his eyes, he sucked in a little more smoke from his cigar as he looked over across the water, his gaze landing on her figure immediately. Aelin was out tanning on her family’s yacht, followed by guards and not even leaving the marina, but still trying to act like she was in control. It was admirable, albeit stupid and pointless.

She had no idea he was up here, on the second deck of the boat right next to hers. He’d swindled it away from the previous owners with a threat and a well placed stack of cash, using it as another method of his surveillance. They’d make their move soon, but for now he just wanted to watch.

Rowan was sunning himself, stripped down to just a bathing suit as he laid back in his chair, set up to have the perfect vantage point. Maybe he should’ve felt like a creep, but he didn’t really give a fuck.

Her blue eyes were closed and hidden behind a pair of expensive shades, her body highlighted by a tiny white bikini that was verging on obscene. That’d been a secret purchase, he supposed. Rhoe Galathynius wouldn’t have allowed it, no matter how much his princess pleaded.

She could spend however much money she wanted, but she couldn’t wear anything that made her look like anything less than a perfect future mafia wife. Rowan wondered if she knew what was planned for her, who was planned for her, if she accepted her fate or not. He could answer that last one easily: she would never. She would get married kicking and screaming, until her parents found the right leverage, or the right incentive. Whichever would do the trick to make her willing to make the right connections.

It was the way of their world. Rowan knew it. Her parents knew it. Little Miss Princess would know it soon enough.

Movement caught his gaze, and Rowan turned his head to see a new figure joining Aelin on the back deck, watching as she sat up and smiled, moving her sunglasses so he could see those eyes of hers shining. From a quick glance, observing dark hair, blue eyes, and a million dollar grin, Rowan knew exactly who’d shown up.

Dorian Havilliard.

Another person of interest for The Cadre, though for different reasons. Rowan knew of their friendship, but he couldn’t stop his free hand from dancing along the edges of his gun as he considered if that was her intended. He could end that little problem easily right now. It would be a simple shot, and then he could slide off the boat and into his car before they even figured out where it came from.

If the previous owners of the boat tried to spill who they’d sold it to, well, Rowan was sure Lorcan would send someone to take care of it.

But he restrained himself, knowing the complications it could cause. Not for his own safety, but for their plan. It’d taken too long to get to this point already, too much death and sacrifice. Rowan wouldn’t thwart their chance at revenge for something as petty as this. Even if the thought of Havilliard dropping dead right there gave him an immense amount of satisfaction.

Still, Rowan forced his hand to relax, letting it rest back on the arm of his chaise lounge as he soaked in the sun. Havilliard wouldn’t be an obstacle for long, anyway. Nothing would.

The name - Rowan Whitethorn - wasn’t known in these circles, but his other name was. Hawk. One of the five names of the Cadre, an organization that had been causing chaos for all of the mafia families within the past year or so. All of it was very much deserved. The criminals of Rifthold were going to pay for the crimes they’d committed years ago, whether they were aware of what they’d done or not.

They’d start with the Galathynius’ and the Havilliard’s, before moving on to the Hamel and his precious Assassin’s Keep, and then finally to the one woman they all despised. All five of them were from different backgrounds, and had different reasons for this revenge. But that woman…she deserved death by all of their hands.

But that would come later. For now - it was getting close to time to steal a certain mafia princess straight out of her castle, and welcome her straight into hell.

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jawllines · 3 days

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Hi miss Jaws, I have a lil story from after work chats with my colleagues. It's about some silly doodles and I thought with a bit of a twist you may be able to use this as some inspiration for the current fic 😚💕

I'll try to keep it short and if you don't want to use it that's perfectly fine!! 💕 Just some food for thought 😚

So I promised my colleague to doodle a silly vampire mix creature for her after work at the bar. I sat down with my other colleagues there and she dropped by pen and paper for me. (I used to take my sketchbook with me too and doodled there. And while I ususally do not really care, I didnt want to seem like I*m constantly seeking for attention or compliments or want to brag etc etc. Today was okay to me cause she had asked me to doodle it) I got to work and soon my two other colleagues next to me began to follow my process and looked at the finished doodles. (It's so funny to me cause artsy people see random silly doodles as nothing but with non artists, or people who don't doodle freely, this is always a highlight somehow hahaha) They were pretty impressed with how quick I whipped up a couple doodles and said they all look so cute. And that for a vampire mix. I argued with them that it's most likely my style, cause that is just what happens with everything I draw. So then one of them, to my surprise, asked me whether he could try and make it a bit more scary. (This is where some people might see it as overstepping or rude, but this was really a two minute doodle max and I loved that he asked very politely and wanted to add something to the idea) And so I agreed and this guy takes pen and paper and started staring at the paper while mumbling "…why are you so cute…?" to my drawing while he tried to analyse the parts that made it look sweet!!

It was SO fun and delightful to me. And I was very surprised with the changed doodle he gave back to me!! Very good collaboration. 10/10.

So while I do not draw scary stuff like y/n does here, I thought the general idea of interest and collaboration and his silly, sweet and appreciative analytical approach may be interesting here! I don't know how she would react to Harry wanting to add or change stuff to her serious sketchbook doodles. But say if they are just doodling for funsies? Him mimicking her style? Her mimicking his? could be funnnnnnnnn <3

AHHHHHH THIS IS SUCH A CUTE LIL ANECDOTE!! IM ALWAYS SO IMPRESSED BY ARTISTS AND HOW QUICKLY THEY CAN DOODLE SOMETHING THAT WOULD TAKE ME LIKE 4 HOURS AND A CRY TO CREATE ODMFGFMG SO IM GLAD YOUR STUFF WAS APPRECIATED!!

THIS IS A REALLY CUTE IDEA I LOVE THE THOUGHT OF THEM COLLABORATING ON SOMETHING TOGETHER!!! I THINK HARRY WOULD ASK HER FOR OPINIONS AND ADVICE NON-STOP UNTIL SHE FINALLY JUST PULLED HIS SKETCHBOOK OUT OF HIS HANDS AND DID IT FOR HIM

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m0r1bund · 3 months

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hey, I was wondering if you have any tips or good resources on writing eco-fiction?

This is a GREAT question that I don’t feel qualified to answer. I have read a lot more environmental nonfiction than fiction, and I'm not really cued in to what other eco-fiction writers are doing. I’m also playing in the margins because creative writing feels like my second language (vs. visual arts, worldbuilding, etc.) So… I can only share what's worked for me. Take the best and leave the rest, chief o7

I think everything circles back to becoming freakishly obsessed with your home environment. This is just the way I was built LOL, if I want to make anything I have to be a little bit obsessed with it. I also just like to read fiction from people who aren’t career artists, who have some kind of niche interest or lived experience that colors their work (whether they want it to or not.)

studying ecology, the natural world, working with your hands in the dirt, whatever-- you can also appreciate how inseparable everything is from place. pick any moment in history and you can make a rich environmental reading of it. We construct stories that obfuscate this, but almost everything we do as humans is motivated by land and water and access to land and water. This really informs how I write. Everything is connected to The Desert even when it isn’t immediately obvious to me.

Which brings me to another thought. Most of my writing is playful daydreaming that asks “Wouldn’t it be fucked up if ______?” AND YET! The natural world is always doing it weirder and cooler. You just get to set up the dominoes in ways that highlight this, I think.

Like, 90% of what happens in Asthaom is motivated by water and access to water, the big limiting resource in a desert. So a false god marches on Scaiuq looking for mythical water. An ex-cactus rustler makes counterfeit versions of a rare cactus dye in order to flood the market and drive down demand for the real thing. your ancestors manufactured a climate crisis and now, 1000s of years later, the desert is fundamentally changed but still worth loving and fighting for. These are hyperbolic lies about real things that, I think, are very poetic and worth mythologizing. Fiction is daydreaming but it’s also about tricking you guys into caring about the boring stuff that I care about, hahaha

In that vein, being part of an eco-art community has also catalyzed a lot of things for me. In 2018 I joined Those Who Went Missing, an art therapy game about nature spirits who are created from lost and missing individuals. you tell stories about your characters and have them interact with others in a setting that's based on the real world. Suddenly I was spending a lot of time reading what others think of their home environment… (And now I’m realizing “I haven’t read a lot of eco-fiction” is a lie)… and suddenly I had this shared space to spew desert propaganda create stories in.

Something I like about TWWM is it doesn’t exclusively attract earth science people, so there are a lot of people who are using this game to learn and write about the natural world for the first time. Through them, I get to put names and faces to places that were once distant and abstract to me, and I also get to relive the thrill of learning what sky islands are, how to identify a mockingbird, etc. I also encounter a lot of dominant narratives about deserts, deserts as wastelands / empty spaces / inhospitable crucibles, the relationship between humans and land, that we’re separate from nature, that we only harm and extract, etc. This is not knocking those stories, they're valuable, it just motivates me to write my personal blasphemies so that I can gently push back.

It makes me think of something I was taught in my oral storytelling class, that storytelling is made by place, time, and audience. You will never tell the same story twice because you’re never going to be the same person in the same space at the same time with the same people, you have to be sensitive to yourself and the needs of those around you. Maybe this is just typical “knowing your audience” LOL but it really is a different process writing for TWWM as a group. leaving the jargon behind, being loud about deserts, insisting on depicting reciprocal human-land relationships even more than I otherwise would, while also grappling with the hurt and frustration of being thrust into an extractive relationship with the natural world. maybe 2 people will actually read/see it, but if it leaves an impression then it’s all worth it baybeeeeee

I don't really have a denouement here, but I hope you found something useful, thank you for giving me something to chew on. Anyone reading this, please share resources that come to mind. I feel poorly-read, haha

#good luck enjoy the journey 😎

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onomatopagu-et-cie · 11 months

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Again some other personal notes on D. Gray-Man (Link, part. 1)

First impressions after re-reading DGM Some theories and observations

And here's the part 2: Notes on Link, part 2!

A thought led to another, then another and then questions brought no answers and more questions… So here I am again, writing kilometers of notes hahaha!

I wrote A LOT so I tried regrouping some notes thematically, this post will be Link-centric along with another one!

Note: I’m sorry for the awkward lengthy english and name localizations!!

Have a nice week!

(SPOILERS UP TO CH247!!!!)

▶ Link, Mana & Cross

MANA AND LINK I’ll quote what I wrote in the previous post.

« Funny how Link and Mana can be associated in the manga: -> ch137, « Orphan and Clown », introduces Link to Allen when he’s still trying to figure out why the Ark’s partition uses the signs Mana taught him and is questioned by Link about it. It is later revealed in the manga Link was an orphan before joining the Crow. -> in ch183, Allen inadvertently voices his memories of Mana to Link. -> in ch212, « Searching for A.W.: Calling You », as Allen loses consciousness, fighting Neah’s awakening, he calls out to Link but instead is greeted by a vision of a young Mana, calling out to Neah. This chapter also introduces the importance of Allen’s name to save him from Neah’s dreams. The original version for ‘Calling You’ is ‘’君を呼ぶ ‘ (kimi wo yobu). ‘Kimi’ is the pronoun both Mana and Link use in the manga ; past!Allen also seemed to use it with Neah. Johnny and Kanda both use omae for Allen. EDIT: Allen also uses ‘kimi’ so the chapter’s title works both ways (in French, the title was translated as « Écoute ma voix » which is « Listen to my voice », I like the way the calling works interchangeably!)! -> in ch213, Link faces a mirror shirtless like Mana does later in volume 25.

-> in ch220, « Searching for A.W.: He Closes His Eyes Tighter in a Vortex », Neah recalls the Earl he’s Mana but remains in denial and Link admits being conflicted over Allen and Neah. »

I also missed this when I was looking at this beautiful illustration of Mana and Red in Lost Fragment of Snow:

CROSS AND LINK The original title for ch234 (« Observer »), in which we learn more on Cross’s protection and monitoring of Mana, is 監視者 (‘kanshisha’). Link is introduced by Luberrier as Allen’s observer in volume 14 when he’s being investigated, and ‘kanshi’ is also used.

His role of an observer is reaffirmed by Luberrier in ch220. He also uses ‘kanshisha’, but gives a whole new meaning to this observation: Link is meant to protect the Fourteenth from everyone because he's the key to end this war. This strongly parallels Cross’s part of the promise to Neah: when Neah died, he was to protect Mana, observing him to that end so that Neah would return to Mana’s side one day. The verb ‘守る’ (mamoru, to protect) is used in both cases.

Their observing behavior was ridiculed in the same manner by Kanda and Red (my handwriting is terrible i’m sorry):

Link and Cross both have a morally ambiguous role they had no choice but to accept (in the CharaGray! fanbook, Hoshino said Cross got involved with Neah "unwillingly") but despite it all, Allen still cares for them:

*in the bottom right panel it would be more « Perhaps that’s how it should be [Allen merging with Apocryphos to get rid of Neah] but [Apocryphos] destroyed what was dear to me. »

When Allen leaves the Order and thinks in anguish of what he’s about to lose, Cross and Link are grouped in the same panel.

When Allen learnt Cross and Link’s ‘death’ (and the two of them are revealed alive chapters later), a similar framing is used, focusing on his blank expression and his eyes especially, highlighted in the shadow:

Just as Link’s profile is separated from the Central Administration from volume 25, I didn’t notice Cross’s is too in the same volume:

This could be explained by the fact both characters are shown conflicted over the path they’ve taken and still root for Allen in volume 25.

Their character designs (with the rosary and all the equipments and straps on their legs, hidden by their robe/coat) share similar aspects:

(Also bonus point, Timcampy is shown caring about them a lot and both are owners of out of ordinary golems)

▶ Future developments for Link

Apocryphos got from Kanda’s memories that Link was still alive… ? Hope he won’t escape the Noah and ambush Johnny, Allen and Link at the mansion (especially since the Saying Farewell to A.W. Arc has been going on for 21 chapters)!

Allen was able to remember, with a long delay, Johnny calling his name when it was Neah that was dreaming about Mana and Katerina and awakened: will he somehow catch fragments of Neah’s meeting with Link?

Will he find out about Cross and Luberrier’s secret agreement and Atuuda this way? He knows Atuuda heals with the life force since Zuu used it on him once, but he doesn't know 1) Zuu gave Link Atuuda & 2) it irremediably is fatal to the user's life. Kanda is hiding from Allen and Johnny that he’s becoming a Fallen One (not to burden them further, as he hid the fact that Link was alive until now), so it’s not that unlikely that Link also hides the toll Atuuda is taking on his life.

Why would Luberrier be hell-bent on needing Link, and nobody else, to ‘save’ (read: use lol) Neah?

Ever since Luberrier met Cross in secret after the Level 4 attack, he did everything to isolate Allen from the Order:

1) Around the same time, he pushed the 3rd generation project in secret for it to be conveniently blown away by the Noah, resulting in Allen also conveniently being confined for rebellion. This leaves him even more alone to fight against the Fourteenth’s memory, which falls right into his plan.

2) He made Allen’s identity as the Fourteenth’s host public to the exorcists, HQ executives and the Central, to officially ‘antagonize’ him. By leaving his exorcist title intact, this clears him from any suspicion of the real plan he carries on behind the scenes.

3) He reorganized the scientists sections and transferred a lot of Central scientists to the HQ to supposedly gain more control. I guess that’s how Reever and others were not granted permission to examine Allen’s state ever since the attack on the North-American branch.

Not to mention the story Cross told Allen was incomplete or even false (eg. Neah and Mana being biological brothers while he knew about the truth): he never told Allen the extent of Neah’s powers and role, that Luberrier, on the other hand, is aware of. I guess it was more to give the Order an official story without going into the real details: he must have reserved the truth to Luberrier.

And in volume 22, Luberrier asks Zuu to save Link because he seems indispensable to his plan.

How special is Link in Luberrier’s pov?

1) His infallible devotion to him: he is aware of it and exploits it, ch213 shows it fairly enough.

2) He would lay down his life for the sake of his mission/Luberrier without questioning it (eg. he was determined to use Apocryphos’ arm to pierce through his chest if it meant leaving a clue to identify the culprit). This could come from the extreme training to become a Crow and how he became Luberrier's 'personal Crow'.

3) His skills: based on Allen’s memories, Neah remembers he’s one of the most powerful of the Crows elite (eg. he’s strong enough to immobilize the Earl, face a Noah alone and hold his own against Level 4) even though he doesn’t have an Innocence

4) His mission to keep watch over Allen ; we don’t really know if he’s aware that Link wants Allen to overcome his fate as the host

« With Malcolm’s plans I thought I saw a ray of light for humanity’s dark future. The light of victory. But (…) I made you the Fourteenth’s— » This suggests that Link was vital for Luberrier’s plan to work: its success was made possible at the cost of Link’s involvement in it. In the original version, Zuu uses the adverb まんまと (manmato), ‘successfully, completely, thoroughly, nicely, fairly, artfully’ (‘I’ve successfully made you the Fourteenth’s—‘).

And the only thing we know he has done to Link was to leave him Atuuda: entrusting Atuuda to Link made him special enough to the Fourteenth somehow, other than simply aiding him. And this suggests that Zuu was himself aware of what was required to qualify as this special role at least.

Luberrier swiftly cut him off before he could finish his sentence, so in addition to the fatal burden of Atuuda, there must be something even crueler in line for him in how he and Atuuda could work with Neah.

Becoming the final host for Neah would be logical: Allen synchronizing with an Innocence, which was something neither Cross nor Neah expected (and they never wanted it), is an obstacle to Neah. When Apocryphos attacked, only Luberrier was aware that he was targeting Allen at that time and seemed to be pretty much aware of his nature. So of course « saving Neah » could mean securing him, his memory, in somebody else.

And if Luberrier knew Link’s conflict, I can totally picture him using that to his advantage eg. persuading Link to become the new host because 1) it’s Luberrier’s order and it’s helping him and 2) Allen would be free. (Could the Phantom Thief G arc possessed!Link vs. Allen and Kanda be a silly little foreshadowing for what’s to come?? haha)

He must’ve had at least an inkling, especially if he’s known to obey every single order without batting an eye:

(I expect this moment to be paralleled later in the manga, since trust and devotion is one of Link’s main themes, it’d be interesting!)

Before learning anything from Jerry, Luberrier was probably unaware that Link asked for a meal that Allen would finally eat and brought it to him.

▶ The rosary and Atuuda

I find it interesting that Luberrier’s rosary overlaps the scar left on Link’s torso after Atuuda was passed on to him. The scar is also cross-shaped.

While Luberrier loathes ‘God’/the Innocence, he deeply believes in Neah’s powers: he could bring an end to this war and Luberrier is determined to make it happen, no matter the atrocities.

It is strongly motivated by his desire to regain agency over his fate, controlled all this time by 'greater' entities: Innocence, God, the Pope, the Earl, Noah, as his confrontation with Hevlaska and the Destruction of the Black Order imply.

Interestingly, in ch221, Link is genuflecting on his right knee in front of Allen/Neah:

Genuflection on the right knee is strongly associated to God, signifying worship (eg. before the Blessed Sacrament as you pass a tabernacle), while genuflection on the left knee used to be to honor political authorities, kings, emperors.

He trusts Link with this crucial mission and reiterates Link’s devotion to him.

Putting on Link his own rosary, what you usually can say prayers with, he entrusts his ‘faith’ and set of beliefs to him. He places in words and act his trust in Link, sealed with the rosary.

It’s also a display of the power he holds over him: when Luberrier says Neah is now isolated (meaning it’s now time to help him), the reader’s eye path is also directed at the rosary he’s just given to Link.

The screentones highlight like a halo the rosary handled by Luberrier: he ardently wishes to have Neah’s power that he covets literally as ‘his’, and in doing so, the fate of the world in the palm of his hand, claiming it is for the sake of humanity.

(If it wasn’t already a projection of his own hidden desire for power since he seemed to keep close tabs on the subject without even Cross knowing in volume 14, this was at least a foreshadowing of Luberrier’s future plan!)

And just like Allen before regrouping with Johnny and Kanda, Link is completely alone: he’s lost his official position as a Crow as he’s been publically declared dead. Now more than ever, Luberrier stands as his sole figure of authority and devotion.

The rosary falls over the scar Link got from his fight against Apocryphos. It would’ve been fatal if he wasn’t given Atuuda at that time: if cross shapes can be associated to salvation, it’s a poisoned gift here that eats away at his life, defining his new special role he has no choice but to accept.

His soul, body and life are all sacrificed to Luberrier and by extension to Neah, Luberrier's personal ‘God’:

(If anyone has the answer, I wonder if there’s a tradition for members of the church to gift their rosary to another member, I’m really curious!)

Also in this panel in ch213 Kanda uses ご主人様 (goshujinsama) for Luberrier:

In French it was translated as « husband »: you can use ご主人様 as ‘husband’ if you talk about sb else’s husband and in polite situations. (I did a double take when I first read the French version haha)

Kanda is far from being polite here so this could be read with biting sarcasm, since he specifically calls him out on his obsessive devotion (that even Apocryphos picks on after damn). The ambivalence of this word was probably a very deliberate choice haha

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ladylooch · 1 year

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Hey! Could you please do fluff with Kevin? There isn't much out there for him.

First of all, I agree with you 100%. Not enough love for this boy in the hockey writing world, but that’s okay. I’m happy to provide Kev content.

Also, LMAO at you requesting fluff and me hearing, KEVIN SMUT? YES!!!! Hahaha. Ya girl is absolutely unhinged for this one.

Thank you for requesting this sexy, Swiss prince.

To say it’s been a rough couple of weeks would be putting it lightly.

Kevin was hurt in a weird accident with a Colorado Avalanche defensemen in the beginning of March. He went knee to knee with him trying to enter the Colorado zone. Kevin had immediately dropped to his knees, wincing in pain. Watching on TV in LA, I had held my breath when I saw the obvious discomfort gracing his face. He tried to come back for the third to no avail.

I’m not coming back, but I think I’m okay.

That had been the text he sent.

How okay he really was is still up for debate a month later.

I’m standing in our closet, looking at the various swimsuit options I have. My husband wants to end our date night with a dip in our hot tub. I am debating between the teal bikini and a purple one piece with cut outs along the chest and back.

“That one.” Kevin murmurs to me, nodding at the bikini.

“I don’t know, these straps come off easily.”

“Exactly.” He says, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows.

“This is going to end up floating around us isn’t it?” I ask, tilting my head at him. He laughs knowingly.

“I’ll grab us some wine.” He calls as he walks from the closet in his green and yellow board shorts.

“Mhm.” I nod.

I make quick of changing, thinking of the dancing California sunset that’s sure to provide an incredible ambiance for our night cap.

I pad out to the living room, glancing through the glass doors and seeing Kevin already descending the stairs gingerly to the backyard where our salt water pool and hot tub are. I grab my Stanley tumbler, filling it with a good chunk of ice and some filtered water from our fridge. I double check the lights for the stairs are on for after the sun sets. If my tops going to end up being removed, I want the rest of the lights off. Our new neighbors don’t need a front row view of my handsy husband.

My Givenchy flip flops slap against my heels as I walk down the stairs. Kevin is already in the hot tub, arms braced on the side, looking to the West where the sunsets over the Pacific Ocean. I stop in my tracks, pulling my phone out to snap a quick picture of the view in front of me. The shadow of the descending night highlights Kevin’s broad shoulders as they support his head propped on his hands.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah you are.” He murmurs, turning and standing so he can hold my hand while I step in to join him. He floats me over to where he was, handing me a glass of sparkling white wine. It’s the perfect compliment for the pasta and cheesecake we had at a local Italian restaurant in Hermosa Beach earlier.

“How is your knee?” I ask him after a brief sip. The bubbles burst on my tongue as Kevin leans forward to press his lips to mine.

“Good.” He murmurs against my lips. His teeth tuck my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling just enough to omit a soft hum from me. An easy grin stretches his lips as he pulls back.

“It needs to be darker.” I warn him, glancing at the neighbor’s window that’s a stone’s throw from our fence. The yard space in California leaves much to be desired.

“I know.” He nods in agreement. “That’s why you’re not on my lap yet.” I let my feet float up into said lap, settling them on his strong thigh. He leans back into the jets on his side, sighing and closing his eyes as they hit just the right spot on his spine. He lets out a soft grunt of approval that has a pulse squeezing my inner walls.

“I miss watching you play.” I say to him, reaching out to drag my finger nails along his arm resting on the edge of the hot tub. “The team misses you too.”

“Yeah, I know. I hope I handle tomorrow well.” He speaks to me with his eyes shut. Tomorrow he is expected to skate a full practice in a non-contact jersey. I take another sip of my wine, watching as Kevin seeps deeper into the hot water. He chews on his bottom lip delicately until it slides from beneath his teeth, snapping back in place. His lips plump from the friction, making my mouth go dry from more than just the wine. “Kevin.” I whine at him. “Stop.”

“What? This feels good.” He murmurs, fingers dipping to rub at the balls of my feet. His thumbs dig into the sore muscles there, rubbing away tension from running along the beach earlier.

“You’re teasing me.” I whisper to him, sliding deeper into the water as my nipples pull taut against my top. His eyes slowly open, pinning me with their darkness.

“I want you begging for me by the time it’s dark.” His teeth glisten in the shadows caused by the setting sun. I break eye contact, reaching for my wine again. He leans back against the side. When his eyes close again, I narrow mine at him. He wants to play games? Sure. I’ll play.

I move my feet from his lap with no protest from Kevin. I slide the bottoms of my swim suit off my legs without disturbing the water as much as possible. I pull them from the water then toss them onto Kevin’s face. He startles at the surprised. He grabs them from his face, opening his eyes with a slight scowl. When he realizes what’s in his hands, his eyebrows raise in excitement.

“I’m done waiting.” I drawl to him, pushing off from the edge and making my way to him. His arms wrap around my waist, lifting me on top of his lap. I can feel his erection building beneath me as I press my mouth against him. My tongue laps at the seam of his lips, pushing in to swirl with his.

“Needy.” He scolds me as I slide my mouth to his cheek, then down his throat. I suck the skin there, scraping my teeth just enough, so he melts beneath me.

“Who’s needy now?” I whisper in his ear, tugging his ear lobe between my teeth. His hands come to my hips, rubbing my naked folds into the bulge of his lap. I whine at the friction of his shorts against my sensitive bud. My head tilts back as he pressed hard up, watching as I rut my hips into his like he’s buried deep inside of me. Our neighbor’s light pops on, drawing Kevin’s attention. He presses my hips all the way down, halting my movements. We both wait with heavy breath for the light to dim again. When it does, we both buck our hips into each other.

“Off.” I mumble to him, undoing the tie keeping his shorts together. He wiggles them down, his erection jutting out. I glide my hand along it for a few strokes, grinning at the groan of ecstasy sputtering from his lips.

“Baby, put me inside of you.” He begs me, eyes twisted in needy discomfort. I lean forward, nipping at his top lip, then licking his mouth as I complete his request. “Oh fuck..” He sighs into my mouth. My tongue laps at him before I match his moan of appreciation. I work my hips up and down, then back and forward, alternating the movements as his finger tips dig into my flesh. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck as he tilts his head to rest on the edge. His eyes open, slightly hooded, as he watches me bounce on him. “Just like that. Good job, baby.” His one hand releases from my hip, moving to my clit to rub encouraging circles with each thrust.

“Kev.” I whimper to him, leaning forward so my breasts rub against his face. He smiles, knowing what I want. He slides the bathing suit off to reveal my swollen nipple. He tugs it into his mouth with his teeth then sucks his cheeks in to pull me deep into his mouth. I move faster on him, working us both closer to the edge. “More.” I beg as I feel the first flirt of orgasm. “Just a little.” He takes over the tempo, pulling his thighs up so I can change the angle by leaning back. His other hand removes from my hips, letting me fuck us to the ultimate high while playing with my other breast. My back arches and he pumps his hips deep, moaning with me as I crash into the white hot heat gripping my core. Kevin follows me with a profound moan as my walls pull more from him with each pulse.

I collapse forward, gripping his neck as my face buries into his wet shoulder. His hand moves behind me- one on my ass and the other on my lower back. He lifts me almost all the way, then drops me back down him as I continue to flutter around his seeping head.

When I come to, I notice the darkness covering our yard. I sigh happily, pulling back to search his beautiful face. His content smile sparkles in the moonlight.

“I like when you’re impatient.” He whispers, worried about disturbing the glow between us.

“I’m always desperate for you.” I tell him, kissing along his jaw until I reach his lips.

“I’m ready for bed soon.”I lay my cheek back against his shoulders, enjoying the rocking of the hot tub bubbles against my spent body. Kevin slides out of me, then tucks me as close to his body as I can get.

“Me too, but just a few more minutes of this.”

He murmurs his agreement against my hair, followed by a sweet kiss.

Later, after we are dry and dressed in pajamas, I rub his injured knee with delicate finger tips as we drift off to sleep. I hope my touch will help heal him, but I feel comfort in knowing we’ll be ready for whatever tomorrow brings.

#Kevin fiala #Kevin fiala blurb #la kings #NHL fic #hockey writing #hockey blurb #my writing #writing request

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OMG!! When you said that it is going to be a long chapter, I was planning to read it slowly and continue to savour it for the longest time....but for my utter happiness...I LOST!! I just woke up early today to finish it just before the classes, or else i know i'd not be able to get a single lesson. Well I can't say that I am entirely successful !😃

What a chapter it was!!! I still think this Vegas with this pete is what I always wanted- gaining and giving at the same time. I just love how Porsche represents all of us extracting feelings out of Pete and making him realise what he is missing. The seeking of blessing from Tankhun is where I was sold to the boldness yet cuteness of Pete . VP was today's highlight...I just thought for a sec that Vegas had opened a company by their names and probably sending Pete his share of the profit. I know i sometimes want Vegas to be too simple so that Pete could relax. Well, it goes without saying that just now I have finished reading it but craving for more already. All the best author ! This fic will always have a special place in my heart ❤️

Hahaha I totally get the wanting to savour something and then not being able to resist devouring it in its entirety 😂

Ahhh thank you so much!! I’m so big on the relationships that either help or make people want to be better versions of themselves and this is definitely the case for the both of them in this fic!! (Tho probably more Vegas let’s be real lol)

Ha yeah Porsche is legit the audience being like, bro what the hell are you thinking??? Lol and we absolutely respect him for it. That man is providing the essential service of helping Pete pull his head out of his ass 😂 yessss!! So true!! Like he has got an ego even if he tries to pretend that he doesn’t!! And it was especially showing itself to tankhun in that moment!

Yeah lol was me being lazy coming up with a name but idk Vegas is kinda cringe and I bet he would have make it a combo of their names anyway hahah. God right if he could be more straightforward about everything including all his ulterior motives Pete probably WOULD be able to relax but only by a small margin. We all know that guy can’t stop his brain from overthinking in this fic. Ah thank you so much!! Yes looking forward to writing the next chap and finally getting into the coup!! It is going to be raw an emotional af and it is going to be a lot of fun to write!

Ah thank you 💜💜

#fic asks #I’ll fill the graveyards until I have you

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HEIM EXCELLENT - CHAPTER 07

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word count: 4.6k

summary: If you live in this area and are not a gang member, you are an old drunk thrown on the streets, a phantom in society, or dead.

highlight: ¨Well, you know what they say,¨ Wire adjusted his posture on the chair, reaching for his mug ¨those who escaped hell don´t complain when the sun is up at midnight.¨

warning: that´s a lot of info, I hope you guys like to read.

notes: Another chapter, guys! Said I’d release it by Christmas but I got drunk and cried myself to sleep hahaha I hope you guys are having an amazing and of year!

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

¨I know, I know. I´m sorry, I wasn´t feeling well yesterday. I was dead out pretty much all day.¨ you said as you opened the door, cell phone smushed against your cheek and shoulder. You gave the blonde standing in front of you a quick smile and signed for him to get in. ¨Ok. I´m sending it to you tonight. Ok, bye.¨

¨Trouble?¨ Killer asked when you threw your phone on the couch, plopping down after, a heavy sigh escaping through your pout.

¨Some work things I forgot to deliver yesterday. My boss was trying to give me a hard time.¨

¨He´s a jackass?¨

¨He´s a loser.¨ you both let a short laugh out.

¨Do you need time to finish it? I don´t think Kid would mind today, he´s in a good mood.¨ Killer sounded like he was forecasting the weather for the day.

¨Nah, don´t worry about it. It´s done anyway.¨

¨But you said on the phone that you´d send it tonight.¨

¨I´m giving him a hard time.¨ you smiled. ¨I remembered when I came home last night and got it done. I was about to send him,¨ you pointed at your computer screen, with the archives waiting for one click to be sent ¨until he called, trying to give me shit for it.¨

¨If you ever do this to Kid, don´t let him find out.¨ you shared a laugh. ¨So... are you ready?¨

¨Yeah, sure.¨ you grabbed your phone from the couch and shoved it into your bag ¨But before...¨ you asked, putting yourself on your feet.

¨Uh?¨

¨Why is Kid in a good mood? I didn´t think that was possible.¨

¨Oh, that.¨ the blonde opened a discreet smile ¨His prosthetic came back today.¨

You stared at him for what felt like minutes as you tried to process his words.

¨His what?¨ you asked, head tilting to the side.

¨His prosthetic arm.¨

¨Why would Kid need a prosthetic arm?¨

This time, you were stared at for what felt like minutes by the blonde. ¨For... the arm he doesn´t have?¨

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, letting an airy sound come off from time to time ¨What are you talking about?¨ you asked with a frown.

¨What do you mean, Y/N? Kid doesn´t have his left arm.¨ Killer sounded like something you should know ¨Normally, it´s very noticeable, but he had trouble with the pieces he bought and had to send them back. He was using the old one until now.¨

Instead of continuing the debate over the existence of Kid´s arm, Killer suggested you would get going so you could see for yourself. He avoided the complicated details, but apparently, they got into a fight over territories and businesses a while back, and Kid got out not so much unscathed.

Ever since that happened, Kid has gotten rare materials from suppliers of the Underworld to make what one would consider a weakness into one of his biggest strengths. But unfortunately, he had trouble with the pieces from the last order, and the prosthetic wasn´t working as smoothly as it should, so having to send them back left him in a sour mood.

¨I could swear he had both arms. Like, he threw me over his shoulder once.¨ you got chills in your spine remembering that.

¨I mean,¨ his voice sounded muffled by the helmet ¨the old one is smaller, more... normal size? But still, I thought you had noticed.¨

¨I guess I don´t pay much attention to things outside my computer.¨

¨Yeah...¨ you missed the sliver of concern in his voice when he accelerated on the green light.

Killer explained that he would be taking you to a different place today. Instead of the bar, you would be going to Kid´s shop, where he spent most of the time when he wasn´t out dealing with business. It was further into the district, an area you had never been to before.

When you got the job and had to move out of the countryside, you knew that affording a place in the lively and green district was off the table. So you chose an apartment close to the subway station, which meant living quite far from the core of the Shadow district.

Being away from the guts of the nasty businesses kept you safe and hidden for a long time. You even believed once that it would continue that way until you had the opportunity to leave. Alas, things went down a different path.

It was difficult to imagine how the place looked at night as you drove past the empty streets. The gray and cloudy sky painted the alleyways like an old photograph. Everywhere you looked had tall buildings with neon signs turned off, and, surprisingly, it wasn´t as dirty as you imagined. It was messy but not dirty.

At this early hour, the residents of the area were shutting their windows closed, getting ready to go to bed after a long and loud night. The district looked dead, uninhabited. It looked like a ghost town from the fiction books, a city forgotten after the apocalypse.

¨Here.¨ Killer said, bringing you back from the mess of thoughts in your head.

In front of you, there was a shop with the heavy metal doors rolled down and the lights turned off. The exposed brick and burnt cement structure had posters on the walls, stains on the floor, and, as the cherry on top, a big sign that said ¨Gibson¨.

¨So... Kid owns a... musical instrument store?¨ you asked, confused.

¨No.¨ Killer´s words left his lips with an amused tone ¨But I know where you got that from. It´s an auto shop. Come, there´s an entrance at the back.¨

You followed him all the way inside the shop, and after the screeching sound of the door opening, you had a view of what it looked like inside. You immediately spotted Victoria parked in front of the main door, a small kitchen-like area, and a couch in the middle of boxes and tools. The place was quite charming, with signs, posters, and pieces of decoration arranged all over.

It looked like a place people would share beers and have fun.

Well, not that you would know.

¨Y/N.¨ Killer called you, standing close to a staircase ¨Up there.¨

Your stomach twisted in apprehension about what was to come.

How many people will be there? Will I have to talk? Will they ask me questions? Did I bring the pen drive? What´s up there?

¨Don´t worry,¨ the blonde spoke as if your thoughts were loud enough to hear ¨no one´s getting hurt today.¨ he sounded reassuring.

¨That´s very much appreciated.¨

As you reached the second floor, it almost felt like you entered a different building. It didn´t resonate with the old-school car shop aesthetic at all. Another metal door led the way towards a victorian gothic study room with carved dark teal wooden walls and an immense mahogany pedestal desk placed on the opposite side of a television screen just as big.

Between the desk and the screen, leather couches and a coffee table rested upon an expensive rug that covered the entire floor. On the corner, a bar brightened the room with chandeliers and lights that made the bottles seem ten times worthier.

Heavy curtains closed the windows and judging by the lack of wrinkles on the fabric, you assumed that they stayed closed most of the time. Still, the air was not stuffy and damp. Other than the scent of some alcoholic beverage and perfume, the room smelled like cold leather.

You had a hard time believing that someone like Eustass Kid had such a refined office. Considering the ruckus he made out of your miscellaneous back in your apartment, you pictured his office as a raging mess.

Maybe that´s the reason the shop is right underneath. It doesn´t really matter if it gets messy.

¨Here.¨ Killer´s voice was anechoic, like the walls were soundproofed, making everything extremely silent ¨Can you get the material ready?¨ he stood close to the outer side of the desk, placing a laptop on it. Believe it or not, his hair never looked more gold. ¨The guys will be here soon.¨

During your entire architectural reverie, you barely moved away from the door, unsure if you should get in or not. You never stepped into a place like that, and if you didn´t know the owner, it would almost feel like a sacred space.

¨You´re blocking the fucking way.¨ a voice snarled from behind you.

You swayed to the side, trying not to show your tiny jumpscare. Kid´s hair also seemed bloodier, and he stood taller than ever as he passed by you.

Or maybe...

Your breath hitched at the sight of the massive metal arm that the furry coat failed to hide. Perhaps, it was supposed to be shown. If the talk about his prosthetic seemed unreal before, now, seeing it so close, it felt even more unbelievable.

You walked silently towards the chair Killer placed for you to sit on and get to work. The sound of you shuffling your bag and looking for the pen drive was muffled and loud at the same time.

Their voices in the back weren´t understandable as you turned the laptop on, being watched by the bull skull on the wall, with its horns ready to turn you into meat on a stick. Your palms began to cold sweat, even under the air conditioner.

As you started fiddling with the computer, the tv screen lit up, sharing the screen you had opened. You kept setting everything while people kept coming in. From the corner of your eye, you recognized a few faces from the bar.

¨Morning, Y/N.¨ someone approached, placing a mug close to you.

¨Morning, Heat. Oh, coffee, nice!¨ he gave you a brief smile before walking away with his signature sullen look.

¨Last time I saw you, you were almost dying by your window.¨ a much taller figure entered the room, making a pit stop by where you were. ¨How you doing, Y/N?¨

¨About that... I´m doing a lot better, Wire. How´s the air up there?¨

His shoulders shook with his short laugh as he turned on his heels, leaving you to finish preparing everything. You tried your best to ignore the discomfort of being there, outnumbered. Even if, theoretically, you were all on the same side, there were many unknown and intimidating faces.

As always, you felt out of place, wishing you could crumble into microscopic particles and go home.

¨Ok, everyone here?¨ Kid spoke, stepping back to the desk ¨You ready, too?¨ he glanced at you with his amber eyes looking darker than ever.

¨As much as I can be.¨

¨Then, let´s get started. Everyone! Most of you met Y/N already. She was working on finding out who´s responsible for infesting our place with plagues, and we´re gonna take a look at that now.¨

The people on the sofas immediately stopped talking, turning their heads to look at their boss, sparing you some glances, while you avoided looking back, afraid that your hands would start trembling even more and your heart would short circuit. When Eustass Kid motioned for you to start talking, the feeling in your mouth was of someone who had eaten handfuls of sand.

¨Uhm... I-¨ you cleaned your throat ¨I could get into someone´s device... but...¨

¨Hey, you´re gonna have to talk louder than that.¨ Kid said, eyes glued to the TV screen.

You took a deep breath, pursing your lips, preparing to start over. ¨I could access the device of a man named Zhu Watt. He was on Alex´s contact list, the man who worked undercover in your gang. He, unfortunately... or, fortunately... was killed by his boss as soon as he arrived back.¨

All eyes were on the screen, where you entered images of the conversations you found on his cellphone. A wave of small comments spread all over the room, some telling how he got what he deserved, some trash-talking the boss for killing him. You waited until it was over to continue talking.

¨They exchanged brief emails containing meet ups information every month. Though they alternated the locations, they were always the same ones.¨ a map of the district popped up on the screen with pins on the areas they would meet. ¨ satellite image only shows residential complexes and old warehouses. I don´t know the district much so... I guess it´s up to you guys.

¨Avoiding surveillance cameras, huh? Not so shabby.¨ a short woman with braided pigtails spoke, chugging the beverage in her mug. There was a follow-up of questions between the others.

¨Every month? And no one got sus?¨

¨I mean, they met pretty late at night.¨

¨Ah, you know we don´t work by the conventional commercial hours.¨

¨You guys think someone covered for him?¨

¨That´s a good question.¨

¨Why don´t we have all cellphones checked, boss?¨ Another woman asked nonchalantly. From where you were sitting, you couldn´t see much of her face. Her voluminous curly hair obstructed your view along with the crown-like hat she wore with confidence.

¨Wouldn´t be productive.¨ Kid responded, fingers tapping on the desk.

¨And if there are others, they are probably acting more cautiously already.¨

¨So... everyone´s innocent until proven otherwise?¨

¨For now, yeah. We have other things to focus on.¨

During all the talk, you noticed how they spoke to each other. Though they referred to Kid as boss as a sign of respect, they talked like equals, people with whom a long journey has been shared.

There wasn´t fear in conveying thoughts, voicing out ideas, and asking questions. They all sat comfortably, not minding taking too much space or if their arms touched.

Every single person in that room talked according to their character, dressed without caring about looks, and lived with no fear of judgment. The ones tabloids warned you about, the gangs, the criminals. Why do they look like the most free of all people?

¨Can you find who sent the messages we couldn´t read?¨ Kid turned to you.

¨What do you mean?¨ someone spoke before you had the chance.

¨The messages on Alex´s phone weren´t coded. They were like an auto destructive crap.¨

¨Software.¨ you corrected.

¨Whatever.¨

¨So the other side has a tech guy as well?¨ a lanky man with eyeliner, lipstick, and a spiky helmet asked, eyes meeting yours.

¨Apparently.¨

¨So, can you?¨ he repeated.

¨I mean, it would be easier if we still had his phone, but... I guess, yeah.¨

¨Then... we´re going after this Zhu guy or...¨

¨No, not now.¨ Kid answered ¨We´ll be watching him for a while. Our goal now is to get the tech guy.¨

¨There´s only one?¨

¨Let´s hope so. For now, I guess I don´t have to say this conversation doesn't leave this room.¨

They all agreed to Kid´s words in different ways, creating a mess of voices in the room.

After a while more of talk and explanation, a big man, Gig, if you heard it right, spoke. ¨Wait, I have a question.¨

¨Go on.¨ Kid responded.

¨Why did Alex send normal ass emails to this Zhu guy but received fancy coded messages from the other guy?¨ he asked, bringing all eyes on you.

At first, you were unsure if the one supposed to answer that question was really you, but when no one said anything, you took it as your cue.

¨Uhm... I thought about that too. Maybe, they have a hierarchy system going on...¨

¨What do you mean?¨

¨Well, Alex kept in touch with some people outside your crew. Most were frugal conversations, with the exception of Zhu and the email guy. I guess Alex reported to Zhu because he also doesn´t talk directly to the boss. Look,¨ you searched for some images on the computer ¨he reported about Alex to this other person, and their response was that they´d communicate the boss. A couple of days passed, and he got killed by the boss himself. You get what I´m saying? He didn´t go directly to him.¨

Some seconds of silence took over while everyone pondered what you said. ¨Makes sense.¨ the big guy commented ¨If that´s true, it kinda narrows down our option, right?¨

¨Maybe.¨ Killer talked for the first time in the meeting ¨Y/N, do you have more faces?¨

¨Yeah.¨ you said, feeling your cheeks get hot for God knows what reason ¨These are all the images from and with his contacts.¨ a gallery full of pictures popped up.

¨Get the one on the top right for me.¨

You did as he said, and, again, no one said a thing while they analyzed the photo.

¨Doesn´t this give off Scratchmen vibes?¨ the short woman spoke, her lips turned down in aversion.

¨Hell, yeah. Disgusting son of a bitch.¨

You remained silent as they shouted insults to Scratchmen, a name you didn´t find so strange to the ear.

¨Scratchmen...¨ his name fell off your mouth louder than you intended, making once again, all heads turn to you. Under all the attention, the words died in your tongue ¨... he... uhm, no, no, keep going.¨ you waved your hand, signing for them to ignore you with a weird smile on your face.

Biting your lip with sheer force, you shoved your face as close to the computer as possible, pretending to be looking for something. Your heart bit faster than rolling drums until someone took the microphone back.

¨Scratchmen Apoo, Y/N. Do you know him?¨ Killer asked, all the other people listening to him.

If you opened your eyes a bit wider, they would most likely fall off.

¨Uh... I-I... have heard. By name only. On... the internet.¨ partially true, since you read once about an article involving him and a scandal. At the moment, however, nothing came to mind.

¨Scratchmen Apoo is the dumb fuck who basically runs the red light district of the red district. Ironic, no?¨ the lanky man, now swayed a lollipop between his fingers as he spoke.

¨By red light, you mean...¨

¨Yeah. Drugs, sex, and people. That´s what he sells.¨

¨Oh, right-¨

¨What about tracking him?¨ Kid cut you, bringing the conversation back to Zhu ¨Did you try tracking him?¨

¨Yeah, actually. But, uhm... I couldn´t really turn on the location on his phone. He has a firewall installed, and I thought it could be risky.¨

¨I thought the rat thing didn´t detect.¨

¨Normally, it doesn´t. But with an app like that constantly sweeping the phone, looking for inconsistencies, I thought I could figure out another way.¨

¨Why?¨

¨Well, nothing on his phone has permission to access location, you know. If all of a sudden, it turns on, the firewall will definitely point out something. I didn´t wanna take that risk.¨

¨So?¨

¨I kept track of his IP address all day.¨

¨IP what?¨ the big man asked, confusion contorting his features.

¨Uhm, it´s like-¨

¨Google that later, Gig.¨ Kid interrupted you again ¨Go on.¨

¨Right. Both of his devices remained under the same IP address until six thirty-four in the afternoon when he left his house. I accessed his data provider and triangulated his route until... here.¨ you circled the area on the map with the mouse cursor.

¨Can you be more specific? That´s almost ten kilometers.¨

¨No... not now.¨ you sighed ¨As I said, we can only get a rough location based on the towers.¨

¨Are there more towers in the area?¨

¨Yeah. Here.¨ you pinpointed ¨And here.¨

¨So, the border should be around... here?¨ Kid walked to the TV, using his metal arm to show you.

¨Hmm... not really. The more populated the area, the more towers they have to avoid overworking them. When we get to the center of the three towers, they end up covering the same site.¨

¨How much?¨

¨Roughly... three kilometers.¨

¨So it could be this whole part?¨ he drew a line in the air again to express what he talked about.

¨Yeah. Something in particular there?¨

¨Everything.¨ the lanky man spoke again ¨It´s one of the most sus areas around here.¨

¨Sus.¨ the mohawk guy commented, giggling after it. He had been so quiet the entire meeting you barely noticed him.

¨But adds to the Scratchmen thing. He has many businesses in this area.¨

¨Not good enough.¨ Kid´s brows furrowed.

¨If you have a bit of patience,¨ you started, trying to have as much confidence as possible ¨I can grant you access to his location at all times.¨

It seemed to work since the redhead turned to you, a spark of interest crossing his eyes. ¨What do you have in mind?¨

¨To put it in simpler words, I´ll make his firewall blind to the location, so it won´t be checking that every time the system runs.¨

¨How´s that different from this?¨ he pointed at the TV.

¨Because I won´t be using cell towers to track him. I´ll be tracking him with a satellite.¨

A heavy sigh left his body through his nose as he pondered, all eyes on him. ¨And how much patience do I need?¨

¨Tomorrow morning.¨ his amber gaze gleamed at your words.

¨Then work your magic.¨

You sat in front of the computer while Eustass assigned some tasks to some of the people. Those you met for the first time didn´t leave the room without sparing you a quick goodbye, to which you retributed with a weird wave.

¨Stop sounding so outsourced.¨ Kid grumbled, stomping closer to you.

¨What?¨

¨You´re one of us, now. It´s not your crew. It´s our crew.¨ he sighed, throwing himself on the big office chair on the opposite side of the desk.

¨I guess... you´re right?¨ the answer came out confused ¨Just give me some time to get used to it.¨

¨Whatever. Wire.¨ Kid called, and soon Wire, who sat on the couch going through his phone, made his way close to you. ¨I want you to explain to Y/N how things work around here.¨

¨What?!¨ the both of you asked in unison.

¨Sooner or later, you´re gonna have to learn how the district operates.¨

¨But... why me?¨ Wire asked, visibly not happy with his task.

¨Killer´s got things to do today, and you two get along, right?¨ you exchanged looks, asking yourselves if getting along was the best term. ¨Just basic stuff. Main names, main places, and main things to be careful of. A headstart for someone who lived under a rock for the past years.¨

¨... a headstart for someone who lived under a rock for the past years...¨ he mumbled, tapping his chin ¨got it.¨

¨Look, I´ve never done this before, so... if you have questions, just ask, alright?¨

¨Right.¨

The two of you sat uncomfortably on a small round iron table on the first floor of the building, where Kid and some other men got heavy work done. Between the chair that was too small for Wire and the loud clinking of metal echoing through the walls, you were trying to be compliant to get it done as fast as possible and go home.

Wire, too, made sure to be as efficient as possible, although he couldn´t get himself to stop the yawns from coming every once in a while. His explanation was brief but precise, telling you, district by district, all the things you never tried to learn.

The city was divided into five districts. All equally wealthy, but for different reasons. At eight o´clock was the Light District, the district of extravagance, fine pleasure, and splendidness with all of the daintiest restaurants, opulent hotels, and luxurious casinos.

At ten o´clock lived loudly to the ears and the eyes with its blaring music and bright neon signs, the Shadow District, home of pubs, clubs, and eclectic bars. The sanctuary for gangs and teenage rebels with their bright hair colors and flashy clothes. Your, not so humble, abode.

Moving on to twelve o´clock you´d find the Commercial District, a place for fun and joy with splendorous museums, photogenic restaurants, and sports centers, such as martial art dojos and paintball arenas, you name it, they have it. Above the rugs, any legal service would be found there.

The Justice District, at two o´clock, is, as the name says, the Home of Justice, the key to progress. Soft asphalt and buildings that always look new welcome you to the place that houses the best hospital in town, the Hiruluk Institute of Medicine and Scientific Research. Some of the best surgeons in the world are gathered in this technological and medical marvel.

Last but not least, the Noble District, at four o´clock, was a place where not everyone could just barge into. It was mostly residential, with all houses named mansions and people living a life separate from the majority. The place received direct protection from the Justice District, while also having a safe route to the Light District, avoiding the dangers from the green and red lines of the subway.

All of these divisions were connected in the center of the city by the Lucky Lake, a romantic spot where dreamful hearts would throw their coins and make wishes. The districts were connected all together with some other important places by a subway line.

That was the part you somewhat already knew. After all, those were the main advertisement for anyone thinking of moving there. What you did not know, for example, was that Kid had gotten his hand into routes hidden from everyone, even the police. That´s how he managed to maintain a strong and successful relationship with the providers of the Underworld.

Those people wouldn´t put their businesses at risk with small gangs who would most likely get caught by the police, especially after the new commissioner, Sakazuki, took over. So with Kid holding the safe entrances to those illegal materials, it became easier for them to pick a partner.

“So you guys handle everything? From getting the pieces, assembling and distributing?” you asked, taking a sip from the coffee machine Kid had in the shop. Wire hummed and pulled a pack of cigarettes, putting one between his teeth and sliding the box across the table towards you.

“Sorta. It’s less work with the guns since we pick them up at the border of the districts.”

“You get the guns from the Commercial district?” you lit the cigarette after he threw the lighter your way.

“Nope. The other one.” He blew a smoke ring, not looking entertained by it.

You stopped to think for a second. Only two districts make borders with the Shadow District. And if he wasn’t talking about the green one, then...

“What?!”

He hummed again.

“You receive the gun parts from the Light District?”

“Yeah.” he shrugged.

“But don´t they have, like, very strict security?¨ you puffed some smoke out, slowly allowing yourself to relax on the chair.

¨Our guy has a safe path too. Plus, we don´t pick´em up in broad daylight. S´why, by the way, I´m almost fucking sleeping in this chair.¨

¨Huh, you guys weren´t playing with the whole conventional work hours thing.¨ you commented, remembering what the short woman said.

¨Gotta be ready all the time. But we´ll go over this later.¨

¨So, you´re getting some sleep after this?¨ you waved your hands around as if you pointed to the situation ¨I mean, not that I have the best sleep schedule but ... you can´t really rest when you sleep during the day.¨

¨Well, you know what they say,¨ Wire adjusted his posture on the chair, reaching for his mug ¨those who escaped hell don´t complain when the sun is up at midnight.¨

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 1 year

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Hi Em, hope you’re having a great day/night 💙☺️

I just had the opportunity to read the new chapter … SPEECHLESS

🥹🫠😭🥺😍

I don’t have the word, i think Lady Gaga said it best :

“talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before.”

I’m in love with the way you make the story feel like it was written at that old time and it doesn’t feel out of place which is realyyyy impressive , English isn’t my first language so I learnt a lot of new vocab through your TOE installments

( Can i just also say I REALLY LOVED and miss the little history book snippets that You did in the beginning of little sl*t’s chapters 🥹)

I’m really excited for Daddy Daemon & Mommy Babey 🥺 It was such a good thing that you told the delivery through Daemon’s eyes! I bawled my eyes out all the way through the whole thing! He was so panicked and scared and in love 🥺🥰

The whole birth story was so accurate too, I admire how much you have committed to accuracy through this installment, not that i thought anything less before💙 cause it’s really refreshing to see that in a birth fic; just wanted to thank you, personally I really appreciate the you put this much time and energy into each chapter even though you really don’t have to 💙💙

This part tore my heart apart 🥺🥺 there was so manyyyyy cute and wholesome moments… babey’s smile for her kiddos, Ulla getting emotional, Daemon ready to shred Gerardys to pieces,Rheanyra coming and comforting her,the i love you, the my heart, the you’re fire you’re grace, the mother reference … ugh 😩 i could go on and on 🫠

THANK YOU ☺️💙 I’m more obsessed than before ( if possible )

-🌙. My name’s Luna btw 🫣

HELLO, LUNA!!!!!!!! MY MOON FRIEND, THAT'S WHAT I CALL YOU IN MY HEAD! 🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙 aaaaaaaaaah

Ack, pleeeeez, I'm so happy you enjoyed the latest chapter! It was a fecking titan to write, and it stressed me out something fierce. The birth was going to be as detailed as I could get it, I knew that going into the instalment before this one - that way, I can ease up on the detail in subsequent pregnancies (I hope lol). So there was a BUNCH of research I had to do to make sure it was right. It always grinds my gears just a little when I see something I know is medically/ physically/ generally inaccurate as a reader, notwithstanding fantasy embellishments of course. I'm glad it seems to have been pulled off well enough!

I also do try my best to write old-fashioned, haha. I was that dork in high school who thought she was better than everyone else because I carried around 'classics' and read them in my spare time. God, I was an uppity bitch. Wanna suckerpunch that ho when I think about her, lol. As a fun result, I picked up that rambling hoity-toity prose they use in older novels, so I do my best to emulate that within the bounds of reason. I try to maintain very deliberate stylistic differences between characters, too - for example, Babey rarely ever uses contractions (i.e. 'I won't' or 'please don't' etc.) to reinforce her prim-and-proper nature, and when she does it is a moment of tension (i.e. sex lol or the birth scenes). Daemon is somewhere in the middle as a noble but free-spirited dude (he'll use contractions, but he's still a bit of a fancyword guy). Kid characters like Luke will use words such as 'wanna' to highlight their youth, and so on. This adds nothing to the story, but it satisfies a little itch in my brain!

I TRIED TO ADD AS MANY NAWWWW TEAR-JERKY BITS AS I COULD HAHAHA, because I wanted this to be a real 'epiphany/ spiritual awakening' experience for Daemon. Like, "holy shit, I'm a daddy now". So this birth was big drama to unpack all that trauma that's been built up over the past 200,000-odd words and get them set on the road to healing. Babey made it through the birth just fine; she survived something she feared above all else, and Daemon was right by her side for it. (On a side note, this is actually a canon book thing - Daemon was present for all the births of his kids with Rhaenyra, INCLUDING Visenya, which makes me think he'd also have been present for Baela and Rhaena's births and his little stillborn boy.)

I have one of those history book snippets coming for the end of the next chapter, kinda like a book-end! Because I consider gevivys, donus rinus and nuhus prumys as plot-centric fics, I bookend them with the quotes; and because ilibitsos was a smut-centric one-shot fic, I began each 'part' with a quote. There is a weird method to that madness, I promise, haha! I really enjoy writing the history snippets - and this upcoming one has been written and waiting since Chapter 5 of donus rinus! Very excited to end the instalment with it.

Thank you so, so much for your amazing commentary, Luna! Thrilled you enjoyed this chapter!

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belltrigger · 2 years

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“Whatever meme”: Sanctuary (sweetness and maybe some spice between Emmet x Hisuian Ingo back home)?

-Send me a “Whatever” and I’ll write whatever you ask for Replacing 'Whatever' with "Sanctuary"

hello @feldkommandant! Hope you're having a lovely day ヾ(•ω•`)o Thank you for your advice with my hanahaki fic! I'm still in that mood so this became a little more spice than maybe you were expecting! hahaha. Uh. No one under 18 again, please. Sorry ( ＿＿)ノ

Title: I Belong in Your Arms Word count: 2,814

"Nii-san, here!"

A sandwich sitting on a plate was thrust into his vision, between his face and his laptop. Blinking to reconnect himself into the moment, he sat back in his chair and looked up at his twin brother. Emmet, still in his summer uniform sans hat and gloves, held the plate in one hand, his other on his hip.

"What's this?" Of course, he knew exactly what it was, but Emmet would understand. Why was it being placed in front of him? Although, despite his confusion at its presence, it did look particularly tasty. He almost missed what Emmet was saying, taking in the sight of a juicy, still-sizzling piece of breaded pork lovingly surrounded with shredded cabbage and a delectable looking, rich brown spread between two fluffy slices of bread. He caught himself starting to salivate, and flushed slightly when his stomach grumbled.

"Aha, I knew it! You haven't eaten all day, have you?" Emmet chided fondly. But his eyebrows were furrowed, lower lip popped out in a frustrated pout. It was quite cute, but he sternly pushed such an inappropriate thought aside for the matter at hand. Thinking back, he must surely not have eaten; he worked through his lunch break and had sat down in his office to complete additional paperwork once they'd arrived home. Glancing down at the time on his screen, his eyes widened in pure surprise at how much time had passed.

Moving his eyes back to Emmet, his twin stared him down as if he could read his mind; he would have to admit to it for there was no way Emmet would believe otherwise. "It would seem that I have not. Time seems to have gotten away from me." The edges of Emmet's smile tensed by just the smallest amount, likely at the mention of 'time,' but his expression stayed firm. The scolding was warranted, of course, but he liked it better when Emmet smiled happily at him.

Truth be told, he'd been watching Emmet rather closely, even if he'd been trying his best not to stare. Reasonably, it was a habit that came from the need to quickly identify threats and hurt travelers off of the major routes in Hisui. That deeply-instilled duty to watch for particular forms had just moved to the person he should currently be providing protection for - his younger twin brother who'd been searching for him for so long.

Because of this, he found himself unable to keep his eyes off of his twin, comparing and contrasting Emmet's silhouette in all manners of clothing. Their uniforms, for example, highlighted his twin's hips marvelously, while Emmet's normal coat seemed uniquely tailored to draw eyes to his strong shoulders. His twin had a habit of rolling up his sleeves when they were at home, so much so that it was a wonder he wore anything but short sleeves. When he did this, it revealed that he sometimes wore a thick banded bracelet on his left arm while in casual clothes; there was notably some sort of engraving, but he felt awkward prying for what it was. Putting his hands on his hips was notable in many of his gestures, including when he confirmed a decision he was making; it was unbearably endearing.

Often, he found himself smitten with anything Emmet did, even though it was definitely inappropriate! Despite his memory loss, their relation could not be any more obvious; Emmet, being his identical twin, looked exactly like he, well, like he used to but with his expression flipped. To be out of his brother's life for so long, only to come back with mixed wires on their relationship - no, he couldn't ask for such a thing.

But he would be lying to himself if he said that Emmet's smile didn't make his heart skip a beat.

"Nii-san!" Emmet's voice pulled him out of his thoughts once more, and this time his twin waved the plate back and forth. "My arm is getting tired, and you're only getting hungrier!" Giving Emmet a placating chuckle, he took the plate, watching as Emmet's hand immediately went to rest on his hip to match the other. Emmet stared hard at him until he took a bite, only relaxing at his sound of approval. It was heavenly, the crunch of the breading contrasting so wonderfully against the crisp cabbage and soft slices of bread. Emmet had used the perfect amount of sauce, coating both sides, so that each and every bite was fulfilling.

"This is superb, Emmet. It truly hits the spot!" Emmet laughed sweetly, clearly enjoying the praise, as he put his hands behind his back. It was a stance they often took at work, but this one had a casual tilt to it. Thankfully, he could focus on how ravenously hungry he'd been instead of how it was almost as if Emmet was leaning towards him.

Emmet nodded, as if the compliments were expected. "You've always liked it, especially after working so hard all day. They don't sell the same sauce anymore, though, so I had to start making my own." Ah, so it was even more homemade than he had expected? Emmet truly put so much love and care into everything he did, and so much of it was just freely given to him. He was immeasurably happy to have such a man for a twin. All the attention had him wondering if it was why he had missed Emmet so much. He eagerly awaited when he would remember the things Emmet liked best so that he could provide them for his twin.

"You did a fantastic job. Super bravo!" Happily, he continued to dig into the sandwich that Emmet had spent his precious time on. They must have been quite close if Emmet knew this would be the perfect food for his cravings. There was a soft, warm smile on Emmet's face as he watched, eyes narrowed with his smile; he seemed so very happy that his food was being enjoyed. Knowing this, he would savor all of the food Emmet made for him to the fullest!

No memories surfaced when he tried to think if his twin had a special someone, but guilt certainly did. When they reunited, Emmet had said, through a mess of tears, that he'd searched for almost two years for him. And now, here he was, having to make sure his older brother ate properly. Taking better care of himself could, perhaps, allow Emmet to return to whatever life he'd been living.

The sandwich was gone before his thoughts were. As he continued to ponder the impact he was making on Emmet's social life, his twin shut the laptop. "Okay! The end! Enough work for today!" Blinking up at Emmet for the second time, he put up a half-hearted sound of disagreement. But Emmet was accepting nothing, already tugging on his arm to encourage him to get up out of the chair. Linking their fingers together, Emmet hummed happily, quite pleased with himself.

As his twin dragged him out of his office and to the living room, he caught sight of an empty clothing basket peeking just out of the laundry room doorway. Normally, they were quite tidy, but he was less surprised by the sight as much as the basket being empty. He had planned to get started on his wash once he had finished work for the day, but when they'd arrived home, he had sat right down at his laptop. There were important documents that he'd recalled on their trip home, and it would have bothered him to leave them uncompleted until the next day.

But an empty basket implied that the laundry had already been completed. Passing their rooms, he saw no laundry waiting on his bed; Emmet must have put it away as well as cleaning it. It wasn't odd, per se. If they lived together for all of their independent adult lives, it made sense that Emmet knew where he put his clothes and how he liked them put away. He was certain that, if his memories were in one piece, he would know the same for his twin.

However, the concern was that he hadn't even noticed Emmet doing any of it. He felt disappointed in himself, letting Emmet take care of yet another thing without support. Even without Emmet saying so, he instinctively knew Emmet was his younger brother; it just felt obvious. And as an older brother, it was his duty to support Emmet in anything he took on. It was added to his checklist of "things to improve on'' so that he could make Emmet happy.

Once in the living room, Emmet made use of his momentum, tugging his arm forward and all but toppling him onto the couch. As he righted himself, Emmet stood over him, hands on his hips once more. "Are you still hungry, Nii-san? I can make you something else!" It was less an offer, and more an insistence to thoroughly consider his current state. The sandwich had not completely sated his hunger, this was true, but Emmet didn't have to make him yet another special meal. He had already done so much tonight; the least he could do in return was make his own food.

"I think perhaps a snack would be fine for now." A look crossed Emmet's face that he couldn't quite describe, but it definitely stirred his groin something fierce. His twin's eyes widened, and his smile got an eager edge to it as he dragged his top teeth over his lower lip. It was impossible to keep his eyes away from how that action plumped his lip, making it a little red as well. Gaze caught on that sinful, forbidden mouth, he found himself rooted to the couch.

"Of course!" With such a simple answer, Emmet's reaction still spun him on his head. His twin, with absolutely no hesitation, dropped to kneel between his legs, nuzzling against one of his spread thighs. Emmet's hand rubbed at his other thigh, encouraging it wider; dumbstruck, he allowed it, and Emmet immediately took advantage of the extra space to move his face closer to his crotch. "Nii-san," he sighed reverently, leaning in even further to press a soft kiss to the zipper of his slacks.

When Emmet's hands followed his mouth, Ingo caught him by the wrists. "E-Emmet. Wait." Emmet paused, as asked, and looked up at him, innocent curiosity waiting in his eyes. "Is this... okay?" Emmet's head tilted to the side in confusion, letting Ingo hold his wrists still. "Are you okay to do this?"

Emmet scoffed, eyes narrowing as he gently tugged one wrist out of Ingo's grip. This time, he didn't let Ingo stop him as he pressed his fingertips against the growing bulge in the slacks in front of him. "Nii-san isn't taking care of himself this way either, is he?" The pressure of his fingertips increased, and he rubbed them up and down. "You don't have to be shy, I'll take care of you."

This was surely wrong, he thought to himself. Letting this continue was most certainly taking advantage of Emmet and his kind, giving nature. Just another thing that he would let Emmet do for him. For that matter, how had Emmet picked up on his desires? Could he have been so obvious? Had his lingering gazes not been subtle enough?

This was surely wrong, but Emmet's touch was also so welcome, body feeling a warmth that he never had in Hisui. His twin's face between his legs was more exciting than he could have ever dreamed. His entire body thrummed with a eagerness that matched the look in Emmet's eyes. When he did not remove Emmet's hand from his crotch, and in fact released the other wrist, Emmet let out a pleased huff of a laugh. Making quick work of his fly with a practiced ease that was most impressive, Emmet's eyes sparkled as his erection popped out from his slacks.

"Emmet, I-" He made to apologize for being so excited by his own brother, only for his words to cut off with a strangled groan as Emmet took the entire head of his length straight into his warm, wet mouth. Smiling around his mouthful, Emmet hummed a little, tongue starting to work its magic. Lacing his fingers into Emmet's hair on instinct, he caught himself there; it took every ounce of his willpower to not move his hips. Not that he needed to, for Emmet began to slide more of his dick into his mouth, easing himself down at a slow pace. Every once in a while, he would hesitate, tilting his head just a little one way or the other before continuing. The urge to stroke through his hair encouragingly overwhelmed him, and Emmet happily rubbed his thumbs over Ingo's thighs in response.

His little brother did not stop until his lips were flush against Ingo's body. He felt Emmet's whine in the clench of his throat, and released his grip on his little brother's hair for fear that he was holding him down somehow. At the loss of Ingo's fingers in his hair, Emmet flicked a disappointed look up at him, eyes watery at the strain of Ingo's dick into his throat.

He was so beautiful this way.

Ingo cursed himself for the thought, but his willpower was no longer strong enough to stop what he had truthfully wanted to happen. It was enough that he wasn't taking advantage of his clearly given power. Letting Emmet move at his own pace, he licked his own lips as his younger twin began to pull back, sucking hard as he did so. Before completely pulling off, he ducked his head back in, swallowing Ingo almost to the root once more. And thus, his pace was set, skilled tongue swirling hungrily whenever he pulled back to play with the tip.

He was gonna fall apart if Emmet continued like this.

Gently, he stopped Emmet and encouraged him to pull off completely. Wordlessly, he pulled Emmet up and into his lap. Emmet smiled brightly at him, legs on either side of him, lips wet and absolutely begging to be kissed. He had no choice, of course, but to do as those lips wished. The kiss was sloppy but skilled, Emmet inviting his tongue in without shame. The moans that poured from his twin were music, and he deepened the kiss in his hunt for more. He desperately needed to hear Emmet moan for him.

Breaking the kiss, he flicked a few buttons of Emmet's shirt open, enough to expose his chest, before wrapping his arms tightly around Emmet's middle. Emmet reached past him to grip the back of the couch, and pressed his chest firmly against Ingo's face, bucking his hips against Ingo's stomach with impatience.

He would lavish Emmet with all of the attention he deserved, he thought, mouth gravitating towards one of Emmet's perked nipples. His twin bit back a soft mewl, stifling himself for absolutely no good reason. "Don't hold back," he murmured against the skin in the center of Emmet's chest. "Let me hear your voice so I can remember everything." Emmet's flustered just the slightest bit, but stopped holding back his voice.

As they continued, it occurred to him that this was all too natural, too easy for Emmet to just slide into for it to be something brand new. Quite clearly, they had done this before; Emmet was simply too familiar with exactly what excited him, his own hands knowing just where would make Emmet squirm. Emmet would make the sweetest little "ah" sounds for him, begging his mouth and hands to specific spots. Gripping his ass and grinding their hips together stuttered Emmet's soft utterances, his sweet baby brother melting in his hands.

Thinking back on how he'd felt for Emmet upon seeing him again, he was a fool for thinking there could have been anyone else. A foolish blind man for not truly seeing the love that lit up his twin's eyes. It was irresponsible of him to make up some imaginary significant other who could have taken care of his brother as well. No one else could draw these sounds from Emmet, make him wanton like this just as no one but Emmet could know the exact way to shiver his entire body, or the subtle touches that drove him wild.

They ended up making love on the couch, Emmet refusing to move from atop him when they had finally worn each other out. It was just as well; Emmet had done so much for him, made a sanctuary for him where he could afford to regain his memories without trouble. The least he could do was offer a comfortable spot for his blissed out twin to ride his high. Pressing a kiss to Emmet's forehead, he held him close until they needed to get up.

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rewordthis · 8 months

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Aw pals! What was that episode??? Pandemonium for real!

But first, let me say… Dude, what was that squeal when Yuuji tore mechamaru from his ear??? 🥶 I’m still confused if it was actually him or just a distortion in the sound. 😑

Well, at least the rest of the episode was nice…

I loved Gojo’s disgusted face, as he asked to get boxed already. Like “dude if you’re gonna do it, just do it! Duh!” lol

Naobito gramps barfing up the six pack he downed… He’s a freaking animal (derogatory). 🤢😞 Maki wasn’t kidding when she said she couldn’t stand living in that house. Damn~

Yuuji climbing that building like Spider-Man… 😑 Then the highlight: screaming “Nanamiiin!!!” lmao Here I must say that I so get him, though. For all the embarrassment I get to call up on someone I know on the street and usually end up creeping behind them (and scaring the f!ck out of them of course…), I have done that a couple times. Like, it’s mortifying to even think of doing it, but I admit I can actually be that embarrassing sometimes. If it’s gotta be done, it gets done. End of story. 😶‍🌫️🫠

And Nanami just being there like…

…

Also. That curse user that stabbed Ijichi is so damn annoying… 😠 He kept stubbing him in the same place, but that must be the point ig. I mean, it’s not clear yet — excuse me if I’m stupid and this has already been addressed — but assistants also have cursed energy, right? Like Maki said in the movie; the base requirement is been able to see cursed spirits (these people are windows, correct?) so being an assistant and being able to cast even the simplest barrier should mean that you’re able to manipulate your own cursed energy. Which logically should lead to Ijich being able to do what Gojo did when Toji stabbed him with the normal sword, to somehow strengthen his body enough so he won’t loose too much blood and not get a crucial hit in any vital organs… right? Am I wrong? Uuuh, Nanami will find him approximately after 10 minutes, if I’m not completely off and he’s not dead by then, that is… 😒

By the way… shouldn’t there be a 💢 on Jogo’s head or something when he was arguing with Choso? The characteristic squeak was there but the visual (💢) wasn’t. 🧐

Not gonna pass on Choso’s smirk, either. That was so funny, like… why are you like this you little shit! hahaha 😂

And the twins… Pff~ That rotting brain knew just how to manipulate them, huh? Tsk! Threatening to kill them with the body of the man they worshiped the ground he was walking… that should have hurt like hell. 😔 It should also mean that they hadn’t had a say in the taking, right? It forced them to do its dirty job but they didn’t know how to make it into a binding pact to get the body back after helping it out with its plan… Ah, Geto, you didn’t taught your girls right. Yet, you had the nerve to speak about Gojo not properly teaching Yuuta how to imbue a curse into an object. 🤡

Curiously, though, that ‘slime’ thinks (?) that ‘regret’ can’t be served to it? It sounded like ‘regret’ is a taste it has actually missed? Maybe from when it was an actual human? Like how Sukuna was a human? Oh! But if it’s never been a human, it could be from when it first got born into the world? (I’m speculating— because even with all the spoilers that fly around, there seems to be a lack of knowledge around this thing’s origins. I’m so fucking glad Gege has managed to keep things obscure af!!! CLOWNS CAN’T spoil what they don’t know! Meeeh~ *aggressively sticks out tongue* >:P Eat that! On that note, however, I WILL FUCKING BITE AND BLOCK ANYONE THAT POSTS ANYTHING ABOUT MY BELOVED SUKUNA-SAMA FROM THE FUCKING MANGA AND DOESN’T USE MANGA–SPOILER TAGS!!! EVERYONES LIVES WILL GET MISERABLE IF YOU DON’T PAY HEED!!! THIS IS YOUR WARNING!!!💢👿💢) I mean, as a genuine brain curse — most probably born from the resentment of humans toward intelligence itself — with all that this should entail. Like fear of the minds’ capabilities, understanding, adaptability (which also is part of the cursed technique of that thing: adapting and using the host’s technique), enlightenment even... Or, if we take it seriously from only the perspective of its main ability, aka: taking over a body, then we must be talking about nothing more than a parasite with intelligence. I wonder if that’s how a brain-worm would operate as a curse… lol However, I still think it was once a human. Because regrets are humans’ privilege, in my humble opinion. 😗 Aaah~ I rambled a bit there, didn’t I? I shall put a full-stop here, then. Ok, I lied. Sue me! But I just remembered; what it said about the phenomenon of the memories flowing into it because of the soul so the soul and the body must be one undivided existence… What? How about muscle memory? A body is perfectly capable of reacting to something in its own accord. If there is something to trigger the reaction, then the reaction will take place anyway. Isn’t the soul supposed to be interconnected to the consciousness? Is the soul unrelated to the mind? Huh? It could be argued that the consciousness, the mind and the memory all reside in the brain while muscle memory (essentially mechanical reaction) and unconscious reside in the body and are connected through the subconscious. So maybe that’s what this rotting brain goo is actually riding onto??? Because there is a possibility the subconscious is the only thing that doesn’t reside in the physical world, thus is what essentially and practically cursed energy actually is and where it springs from. Right? Eh? Ugh… Yes, I might not have explained that correctly. Second language barriers you see. lmao Anyway, that’s all I wanted to point out for now. For real this time. 🤗

Also! Not to forget the man himself— Gojo is chill enough to find the time to play around in that box… Like, dude! 😎😅 Be the menace you’re usually being for Nanami and Ijichi and break a deeper crater to sink in, will you? You’re already flexing in there. I’m sure you tried to open the seal from the inside and that’s why it overloaded. Because when a device overloads, it often gets short-circuited and overheats. From there it either bursts into fire, explodes or melts. That’s why the eyes melted— I’m so convinced of this. However, I don’t think the fact that the prison’s eyes turned blue means that Gojo can see outside. It feels more like during the processing the object reflects what it sees inside itself…? If that makes any sense… 🤷‍♀️ (Yes, I will be calling that thing a device because that’s what I see it being. Thanks for not making a fuss out of this.)

All while poor Nanami is about to break down from the responsibilities that just got unloaded onto him! He literally told himself off from complaining, because he was about to!!! 😭 Stupid, Gojo! Don’t make this harder for him, idiot! It was already a lot of work before but now he has to save your ass, too! Baka!!! He’s practically carrying on his back the lives of a whole country’s people right now because he knows you trust him and he also knows his limits and how necessary you are to everyone! I will slap you for the troubles you put him through, Gojo!

Honestly though, I get that sometimes things are perceived a bit differently from me because ‘nuance’ is eluding me but…

Acting like he was nothing but leg below his nipples!

Wait… WHAT??!

#gojo satoru #nanami kento #itadori yuuji #choso #geto suguru #jogo #zen’in naobito #hasaba twins #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen 2nd season★#there has to be some mistake with the translation right? right???!#fandom talk #episode rant

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