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johobi · 5 years

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Moonsent

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: smutty content, dirty talk, talk of menstrual sex/cunnilingus, Jungkook sticking his nose where it definitely belongs

A/N: The first drabble drawn from the contest! I hope you enjoy it, @mayhembunny, and everyone else who is a fan of our werewolf/human couple. :)

Next: A Lycan Dignity || Tooth and Claw Masterlist

Sympathetic to the plight of the werewolves your kind have culled to near-extinction, life as a human informant has never been one of safety. However, when you catch the eye of an alpha, your situation only grows more perilous.

Waking up by your body's own discernment and not some unwelcome, external influence was a luxury these days. The usual, militant door-rapping that assailed your ears each dawn was wonderfully absent this morning. Indeed, the sun had risen many hours ago. Perhaps it had even set. The light that illuminated your bedchamber was so unobtrusive it was difficult to discern the time. All that mattered to you, though, was that you had woken with crusty, rested eyes and a spring to your step.

Jungkook was noticeably absent; in presence, in warmth, and in another, arcane capacity. One you'd never have entertained possible before your mating. Once bitten, however, his venom had forged, between you, an umbilical tie. It tirelessly relayed to you his proximity and wellbeing, even instances of strong emotion. It was impossible to source just where inside you this thread began, and where it ended. All that was apparent was that it was of him, and he was as staunch a part of you, now, as any organ.

The tether was a satisfying thrum today. Jungkook was happy, and he was near. A smile cinched your cheeks upon feeling this. As to why he was gone so early from bed, and without prior warning, yes, you had questions. But he projected no uneasiness, and therefore the day was a good one. Moreso because he’d stoked the fires as you slept, ensuring you a comfortable awakening.

On mornings when den matters weren’t quite so pressing, he greeted you with the tip of his tongue. Today, however, golden light licked at your calves when your mate could not. The cabin crackled all round, ushering you into its similarly-lit kitchen. More of habit than conscious thought, the brass kettle was filled by your hand and lowered to the stove. You were present elsewhere, past the thin pane of glass you peered from. Outside was as cruel and cold as it always was, barely a detail detectable amidst the swathes of snow. It might have been pretty, were you a stranger to its unending imposition. As a resident - and rebel - however, it was nothing but a constant foil. Thankfully, for the time being, you were not out there. You were baking by the fire, swaddled in the scent and security of Jungkook's sizeable undershirt.

And he was home.

You sensed it long before the door hinges rattled. Your connection was so abuzz with anticipatory fever that it threatened combustion. While weak at distance, the tether was heightened when close. Sometimes unbearably so. And he was so close that you could smell him if you had his nose.

As prophesied, Jungkook blew in with a drift of snow that he banished immediately. The door was a stiff, gnarled old thing that was desperately in need of restoration. For you, manoeuvring it without the aid of Jungkook was folly. He, however, had no trouble shouldering it into its frame, like it was nothing more than wafer.

"Good morning. Or evening, or whatever it may be," you greeted with a grin to rival his. Why either of you wore such ardent expressions would likely be a mystery to any bystander. But for the two of you, it was simple. Love and desire curated every of your interactions. It bared your teeth with glee. And in Jungkook’s case, fangs.

His scarf came away with a tug. "It is morning." Jungkook was breathless by cold. Clouds encapsulated his words. "Late morning. And it was an extremely productive day. Things are happening, ____."

The kettle wound up to a shriek, snatching your attention. "What a shame I didn't get to be a part of that." Though turned away, your pout was palpable. "Why did you not wake me?"

"Darling," he started, and that alone thawed you quicker than the stream of steam buffeting your chin. "Every night I have put you through your paces—" elaboration wasn't necessary "—and every, early morning I have dragged you to den meetings. I thought it high time I allow you rest."

"I appreciate that,” and you do, you truly do. Because coupling with the beast of your dreams, often successively, does possess downsides. Well, perhaps only one. That being the resultant, occasional chafe. Some days you’re rawer than frostbite. "But you know how much I dislike being out of the loop."

"Then allow me to illuminate you." By the soft swishes of disrobement behind you, Jungkook had peeled himself of his rimy outerwear. "We've cemented the alliance. Pack Hux has agreed to join our efforts."

Teacups tumbled from your hands. "Truly?" Sullen act forgotten, you twirled to face him. Jungkook was advancing, prising the gloves from his frosted fingers. A sharp smile tugged apart his sore, chapped lips. God, he stole breath as well as the winter. Cold had brushed his cheeks ruby, and just the tip of his nose, too. "It seemed so unlikely."

"I know." The wolf swept a predatory eye along the bare lines of your legs. Feasted, black and hungry, on your provocatively jutted chest.

Was it provocation, though, or presentation?

Even now, it was difficult to ascertain. Militia life had instilled in you a sense of assumed authority. Jungkook’s indomitable will, however, was always so quick to dismantle you. And by then, the only thing of import was how best to make your pliancy, your Godsworn submission, known. He bade it of you without so much as opening his mouth. Well, perhaps only to lick his lips. That was all it took for you to offer up your belly to him. "...when one of your dens is pillaged like that. I imagine that had something to do with it.” A pause. “____? Are you listening?"

You didn't dare share your inattention with him, especially over a matter so important. Jungkook knew anyway. He smiled crooked, showcasing one, tapered fang. "A little distracted, are we?" The accusation was a throaty rumble that travelled your bones. He was so close, so rich in musk that is was dizzying. Jungkook stooped the distance, a hair's breadth between your mouths. "What were you doing while I was gone?"

"I—Nothing," you muttered, bewitched by the hunger haunting your mate’s eyes. His breath was hot, familiar, and ever welcome. "I was sleeping."

A tilt of his head. A click of his tongue. "I don't believe you." Jungkook grazed the words against your parted lips. "You smell like some sort of fucking heaven. I know you've been up to something, ____."

"I haven't," you murmured into his mouth, riveted by the carnal force he exuded. "I'm still recovering from last night."

"Oh?" All became ablur as he span your back to him. Icy fingers trawled your naked thighs, pulling goosegumps in their wake. Jungkook's palms weren't long before they were buried beneath your scant shirt, a firm, cool grasp on the tenderest part of your inner thighs. His thumbs converged, gentle, upon the curve of your cunt. "Because you're as slippery as a fresh catch." Jungkook's breathy mass bore down on your back, coaxing you into a position of deference. Smothered and sweating, you propped your rump high, led by an instinctual desire to be dominated. The strength of his patriarchal influence was that that your legs trembled, rather than spread, open.

Fuck, you craved him. Because only he could fill you, like food does a starving man.

"G-God, you're cold." Your teeth chattered in illustration. It was as much a moan as a protest, however, and Jungkook was nothing if not a man invested in both pleasure and pain.

"And you're enjoying it, love." His torso, as densely built as anything masonry could conceive, cladded your spine as he curved over you. In this intimate clinch he craned closer, affixing his lips to the column of your throat. You tilted your head aside to allow him the plot of skin he duly owned. Owned, loved, and laved, his nose upon your jugular and his tongue, his lips, sucking last night's marks darker. "Have no worry. I can get you hot rather quickly. Fuck, you smell so good," he purred, a curious, whiny noise not in keeping with his usual, gruff stoicism. "You smell like—" fangs dipped shallowly into your flesh "—like—" a familiarly intimidating mass swelled by your unclothed backside "—like me. Like mine."

The thudding at your centre resonated all the more for feeling his cock awaken. "I am that," you gasped a mouthful of your bedraggled bed-hair.

Jungkook's windburnt cheek pressed to yours in passing, possessed by his usual desire to scent you. With his nose at your temple, he sniffed through your hairline like a dog through the undergrowth. The vehemence of it tickled you, figuratively and physically, as his lupine quirks always did. A giggle rattled in your ribcage, summoning him back. Eclipsed eyes bore into yours, dark and deadly. "And what, pray-tell, is so amusing?" Your laugh was as soon a doleful whimper when he stuck you with his fully-fleshed cock, trapped by britches but menacing your cunt nonetheless. "Nothing will be quite so funny when you're brimming with spunk and, yet, begging for more."

A growl weaved through his glorious warning. And like the servile little slut you were, you beseeched him as best you could, with whispered pleas and a lewd rolling of your hips. "Mm, yes. Please."

That was all Jungkook needed to grasp you, plant you to his hips with two, calloused hands, his tented length surging along the slit of your pussy. So taut was he that you could perch upon it, feel the beat of its desire. No longer content with you prostrate over the counter, your mate yanked you upward and back, to crash against his broad body. Like sails in a squall, your arms tangled blindly about his neck, offering up your loosely-covered bust. He took it, of course. Jungkook snapped from your hips to your breasts, gathering your flesh into urgent fistfuls. Grunts of enjoyment warmed your jawline as he lapped at you there, but the noise you made was quite different.

You shrieked.

In a lightning's flash Jungkook had unhanded you, eyes dilated and wide with unknowing. "Did I hurt you?"

Your palms cupped your chest like it were fragile, fine china. "No—Well. A little, yes. It's not your fault. I've been very tender these last few days." Indeed, as you held yourself now, you felt fuller in form and proportionate in discomfort.

Panic unfounded, Jungkook was quick to bring your body back close. He did not reassert his dominance, however. Instead, he applied your front to his, a softer hand pawing at your breast. Beneath his firm but forgiving fingers, he pried from you a sigh of contentment. Something like confusion, perhaps concern, crinkled his brow. "You said nothing of this last night, nor the one before."

"You didn't grasp me quite so hard th-then." Your final breath faltered as he rolled you akin to dough in both his hands. Gentle mewling wound from your lips. "There's no need for concern."

A tangle of wild hair fell across Jungkook's eyes. They glinted beneath. "Oh, is it that time?" he marvelled aloud, breathing shallow. His excitement was palpable. Moreso when nosediving to the gully between your swollen breasts, not so much nuzzling them as losing the entirety of his face to them. As you gazed upon him, his lashes long and sweeping your skin, something more veracious than love stewed within you.

This wondrous man was yours.

It was on this thought that Jungkook reanimated, dragging a long, appreciative breath through his stifled nostrils. He opened his eyes onto you. "Do I finally get to see my mate bleed?" Rough, dry lips chafed questions against your flesh. "Feel her, red and fertile, on my cock? Perhaps a taste of her tang on my ready tongue?

Jungkook's debauched wishes were something he aired often, vehemently, and therefore bore little surprise now. No, you, too, wanted it as he did. Passionate, brutal; scenes of red and a broken bed. An encounter indistinguishable from that of his hunts.

Because the more you nurtured your bestial bond, the more you comprehended his kind. How fine the line between death and rapture. Between your blood and his. How you were one, circular soul.

Wait.

Engulfed in his reverent hold, a realisation trickled through. "I don't know," you whispered, gaze fixed on another time, on another plane. As you peered into the past, your fingers found anchorage in his hair, twisting themselves amidst his thick, unkempt mop. "I-I don't know if you will get to." God, your heart was a chariot of fire, galloping into the unknown. "I haven't bled for near two months."

This held no significance for Jungkook, who had the strings of your commandeered shirt between his teeth for your imminent disrobing. He directed an eyebrow upwards. "What? Is that abnormal for humans of age?"

"Possibly, but in my case it may be indicative of—" your hand coasted beneath Jungkook's embrace to settle upon your stomach. With every inch it descended, his eyes widened incrementally. "—something else."

And just like that, he was no longer holding you but a devout on his knees, awed by the miracle of your moon-blessed uterus. His fingers fell like feathers to your abdomen, never quite exerting the pressure of touch. "You smell like me. Not like me, but—" an excited whine stole the apex of his revelation. Had he a tail, it would likely be wagging. "—like wolf. You are with child. Children. Children!" he declared, to you, to the heavens, to the progeny he had sired. "Our children. Our pups—oh, ____, my moon. My love—"

Joyous and giddy, you lay a hand on the thew of his back. Tears collected in a deluge, ready to fall. "Is it really true?"

Disparate to his gentle handling of your body, the shirt you wore was treated with no such consideration. He tore it with tooth and claw, until there was but a little left hanging from your shoulders. From there you were bare, or with nature as he called it. And, creature of nature as he was, he looked most at home here, clasping your thighs so he could press his nose to your exposed cunt. He scented you for a long, indulgent while, his eyes flickering in and out of fierce contemplation. And then he stopped. Peered up, breathless, and so alive. "I smell it on you. In you. You're carrying my pups, ____."

Oh, how you sobbed. The dam buckled and cast you afloat. "Jungkook." His name was little more than a weak squawk, but it was all he required. After much neglect, he wrapped your torso with glorious heat, suffocating you with his brawn. He rained as many kisses as tears, the kind that allowed little time for breath in between. Only tongue, and saliva, and then his hands on the round of your ass, hoisting you high up his body. Your legs dangled feebly from his waist, at the mercy of his uncoordinated footing. Some minor collisions later, Jungkook saw you safely to the bed. There, he thanked you. Again and again, he thanked you.

The endless winter sorrowed all who endured it. But not you. Not here. Here was a hearth of love and hope. The seed of a union war could not spoil.

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carmilla-von-karnstein · 4 years

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The Ballad of the Old Cypress

When Bernie suspended his campaign, this poem by Du Fu immediately sprang to mind. "From of old the really great has never been found a use for." In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its roots like rocks; around its great girth of forty spans its rimy bark withstands the washing of the rain. Its jet-colored top rises two thousand feet to greet the sky. Prince and statesman have long since paid their debt to time; but the tree continues to be cherished among men. When the clouds come, continuous vapors link it with the mists of the long Wu Gorge; and when the moon appears, the cypress tree shares the chill of the Snowy Mountains' whiteness. I remember a year or so ago, where the road wound east round my Brocade River pavilion, the First Ruler and Chu-ko Liang shared the same shrine. There, too, were towering cypresses, on the ancient plain outside the city. The paint-work of the temple's dark interior gleamed dully through derelict doors and windows. But this cypress here, though it holds its ground well, clinging with wide-encompassing, snake-like hold, yet, because of its lonely height rising into the gloom of the sky, meets much of the wind's fierce blast. Nothing but the power of Divine Providence could have kept it standing for so long; its straightness must be the work of the Creator himself! If a great hall had collapsed and beams for it were needed, ten thousand oxen might turn their heads inquiringly to look at such a mountain of a load. But it is already marvel enough to astonish the world, without any need to undergo a craftsman's embellishing. It has never refused the axe: there is simply no one who could carry it away if it were felled. Its bitter heart has not escaped the ants; but there are always phoenixes roosting in its scented leaves. Men of ambition, and you who dwell unseen, do not cry out in despair! From of old the really great has never been found a use for.

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flipomatic · 5 years

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Reason to Stay: Chapter 9

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

When Sayo ate her last breakfast at the inn she told the innkeeper that she wouldn’t be back. The woman didn’t seem troubled either way and bid Sayo safe travels. After making sure she had all of her belongings, Sayo left the inn behind and walked to the castle.

She didn’t feel any different than before, even though she was headed there to stay. The sleepy town and high walls of the castle seemed the same as before. Sayo was once again carrying her bag with everything in it, which slowed her walking pace slightly.

Rimi stood guard at the gate with Kasumi by her side. The energetic woman bounced on the balls of her feet, looking around for something in the early morning light. When she saw Sayo approaching she gave a huge wave.

“Good morning.” Sayo greeted the pair as she stopped in front of them. Rimi shrunk under her gaze.

“I’m so glad you’re going to work here!” Kasumi was still bouncing. “Follow me, I’ll show you where your quarters are.” She bid farewell to Rimi and scurried into the castle. Sayo followed behind at a more standard pace, keeping the other woman in sight.

Kasumi took a turn down a corridor Sayo hadn’t been to yet, one that led to a flight of stairs. Kasumi took them two at a time as she ascended, with Sayo a meter behind her going one by one. The stairs were relatively even and led straight up one flight. Once on the next level, another set of stairs could be taken to the third floor. Kasumi turned away from those steps however, and led Sayo further into the building.

They passed by many doors before stopping in front of a nondescript door, with Kasumi unlocking it and then handing Sayo the key. “This will be your room.” She said as she pulled the door open and led the way inside. The room was small, with a bed, table, closet, and chair. Not too bad, Sayo thought as she looked around, especially considering that it was free.

Sayo put her bag on the chair; she’d unpack it later.

“All of the guards live in this section of the castle.” Kasumi rambled as they left the room, Sayo locking the door behind her.

The pair continued down the hall, making one more turn and arriving at a larger door. This one wasn’t locked.

The room was significantly larger than the one they’d been in before, and was furnished with a large table. A number of papers were pinned up on the walls as well as spread out on the table. There was already one person present, the long haired guard whose name Sayo had forgotten. She stood in front of the table and was looking down at the papers.

“This is the guard headquarters.” Kasumi gestured around the room. “We keep the schedule here and use it to meet in times of crisis. You’ll come on Sunday’s to see the schedule for the week.”

“Kasumi, which one is this week’s schedule?” The long haired woman asked. She had picked up a couple sheets of paper.

“Let me see.” Kasumi walked over, joining her in looking at the papers. “This one.” She said, grabbing one of the sheets still on the table.

“Thanks captain.” The woman gave a mock salute.

“You’re welcome Otae!” Kasumi returned it with vigor. So Otae was the other woman’s name; Sayo made a mental note so she wouldn’t forget it again. Wait, did she say captain?

“Are you captain of the guard?” Sayo asked Kasumi, trying to keep the incredulous tone out of her voice.

“I am indeed.” Kasumi turned back towards Sayo, pointing one thumb at her chest. “So if there’s ever trouble, you just let me know!” She nodded firmly with the statement.

It was kind of hard to believe that this scattered and energetic young woman was in charge of the castle’s primary defense, but Sayo didn’t have a choice but to roll with it. “Okay.” She said.

“Your first shift will be this afternoon, starting at 1:00.” Kasumi said after looking down at the schedule. Otae moved out of the way so Sayo could approach and see it too. It was written in neater handwriting than she expected someone like Kasumi to have. “You’ll be posted as an archer in the northwest tower. I’ll show you how to get there next.” Kasumi put the schedule back down in the middle of the pile. “Later Otae!” She bid the other woman farewell and headed towards the door. Sayo looked at papers for a good long moment, but held her in her disdain for this organization system.

She followed Kasumi out of the room and back to the stairs. This time they continued going up towards the third floor. Once on the next level, they passed through a few more hallways and reached a spiral staircase.

“These are the tower stairs.” Kasumi explained as they ascended. About half way up they reached a landing with doors out onto the walls. They passed the landing and went all the way to the top. The stairs let out onto a small square area with chest high walls around it. Most of the city could be seen from this height. There was a guard on the wall below, but not one in the other towers.

“This corner will be your spot.” Kasumi spun around the space, ending with a flourish and pointing at the ground. “You’ll serve a four hour shift every day, either in the morning or the afternoon. You’re supposed to do something else for the other four hours.” Kasumi’s brow wrinkled as she tried to remember, one hand rising to her chin. “But I can’t remember what. After you unpack you should ask Ran.”

Sayo resisted a sigh. “I will.” She responded before following Kasumi back down the stairs. They split up on the second floor, with Kasumi continuing down and Sayo heading to her room.

She was able to locate it and unlock it on the first try. The room looked just how she left it, with her bag still on the chair. Sayo took the next few minutes to unpack the few belongings she had. She hung up her spare clothes in the closet and put her other things on the table. She stowed the bag in the closet and was thus all unpacked.

It was strange, not having her things stored in a bag, but she’d get used to it.

Sayo’s next stop was to head downstairs and check in with Ran. Unlike Kasumi, the other woman would probably remember the rest of her instructions.

Once Sayo made it downstairs, it only took her a moment to readjust to this location and find Ran’s office. She was learning her way around pretty well; in one more week she’d have the whole castle mastered.

Luckily, Ran was in her office and granted Sayo admittance. “Good morning.” Ran barely glanced up from her work to see who it was. “Did Kasumi fill you in on your responsibilities?”

“Some of them.” Sayo admitted, glancing at the forms Ran was filling out. “But she wasn’t sure what I’d be doing besides standing guard.”

“That girl…” Ran muttered under her breath, looking up from her papers. “She’d lose her own head if it wasn’t attached.” She shook her head. “You’ll spend a couple hours a day helping out the kitchen. Not with cooking.” It was as if Ran heard the protest before it rose to Sayo’s lips. “But with running errands such as buying supplies and fetching water.”

Well, as long as she didn’t have to cook it sounded manageable. She had been embarrassingly slow at chopping the potatoes a few days before and wasn’t looking to replicate the experience.

“Alright, I’ll make sure to report there when I’m not on guard duty.” Sayo nodded as she spoke.

“Good, you’ll start that tomorrow since it’s almost afternoon.” Ran returned to her paperwork, likely considering the conversation finished.

That was fine with Sayo. She bid the woman farewell and exited the room, wondering what she should do next. She’d spent quite a bit of time in the castle this morning; perhaps it was time to have one of those meals that were included in her pay.

Unfortunately, she had no idea where to do that. There had to be a dining hall somewhere, but Sayo had yet to visit it. She walked from the offices towards the courtyard, intending to head towards the kitchen. In theory the dining room would be close to the kitchen, or so she figured.

Luckily for Sayo she passed a familiar face in the courtyard. One of the women Sayo met at the party, oh what was her name again, Rinko, that was it. She was dressed in a blouse and skirt and was walking across the grass when Sayo reached the courtyard. She lived here, so she certainly knew where the dining hall was.

“Excuse me.” Sayo called over to Rinko, who blinked in surprise at her as Sayo closed the distance between them. They ended up standing near the middle of the courtyard.

After a long pause, Rinko spoke. “H-hello…” She said quietly, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m sorry to bother you.” Sayo led with, hoping to not take too much of Rinko’s time. “But can you please point me in the direction of the dining hall?”

Rinko blinked again. “It’s… this way.” She said with a pause in the middle, which struck Sayo as an odd way to speak. Then she started to walk as if she wanted Sayo to follow, heading to the east side of the courtyard. Sayo trailed behind her.

They walked for only a few minutes, leaving the courtyard through the exit Sayo had guarded only two days before and making one turn. Rinko led Sayo into an open hall, one full of many tables and chairs. About 30 people sat in the room, eating and talking. This seemed to be the dining hall; Sayo had gotten quite close on her own.

On one side of the room there was a long table with someone serving food, so Sayo thanked Rinko for her assistance and headed in that direction. She stood in a brief line before receiving a bowl of a delicious smelling stew.

Sayo looked around for a moment and spotted an open table, where she promptly sat and started eating. The stew tasted as good as it smelled, warming her from the inside out. She had taken a few bites when someone sat down across from her.

Even though Sayo hadn’t spared a thought for Rinko since she thanked her, Rinko still took a spot across from Sayo. She had a similar bowl of stew and started eating once she was fully seated. Sayo wasn’t sure why she sat there, but she wasn’t about to tell her to go away either.

The pair ate in silence, not too awkward but not completely comfortable either.

That was, until a few more people showed up. “Rinko, Sayo!” Lisa plopped down next to Sayo, disturbing the peace and quiet. “Good to see you, are you living here now?”

“I am.” Sayo informed her, only pausing her eating for a moment. Yukina appeared on the other side of the table, sitting across from Lisa, with her squire taking the seat on Rinko’s other side.

“Welcome.” Yukina said with a half smile. “What will you be doing?” She asked, taking a bite of her stew.

“They hired me as a tower guard.” Sayo’s spoon sadly hit the bottom of her bowl, most of the food being gone.

Lisa tilted her head thoughtfully, “Well, we are short on archers.” She shrugged. “Rinko, how did the batch of herbs from this morning turn out?” Lisa changed the subject away from Sayo, which was ideal for her.

While the conversation moved on, Sayo finished the last of her stew.

She bid her acquaintances farewell and went to take her bowl back to the table. There was spot for used dishes, so she left her bowl in the pile.

It was almost time for her first guard duty, so Sayo made her way back up to the tower. She only made one wrong turn trying to find the stairs, and soon reached her destination.

She waved at the guard out on the wall to let them know she had arrived, but they must’ve taken that as a signal to leave since within a few minutes they were gone.

Sayo looked out at the city, at the streets she’d walked that morning to come to the castle.

It looked smaller from this high up. She could see the inn from here, the one she’d stayed at the whole first week.

How quickly things had changed.

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srbachchan · 1 year

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DAY 5504

Jalsa, Mumbai Mar 12/13, 2023 Sun/Mon 11:57 PM

🪔 .. March 14 .. 3.14 .. known as Pi Day .. and it be the birthday of Ef Rimi Basu .. and Ef Nilanjan Das from Kolkata .. all joy on this special day .. remain well .. ❤️❤️🌿

🪔 .. March 13 .. birthday of Ef Meghali B. Lahiry from Kolkata .. greetings and the prayers of affection .. ❤️🌿

YES .. the delay is unpardonable and .. well .. not without reason .. some days just begin and never end .. this one for example .. it began and then it came to an end before the end of the DAY was to be written for ..

There is reason, but I do not share it .. some reasons remain better kept silent .. terrible for the them that live on such .. but for some a blessing .. two sides of a coin .. which incidentally is what the code of life is all about ..

Forever two sides of the same coin .. unobtrusive, non garnered , and lavished by the substance of the side , depending on which side it landed on ..

But repair mechanisms took priority and the delays just kept building ..

So now the honour and the privilege to write 2 for the same DAY .. what an honour .. seriously, jokes aside .. what a meaningful honour ..

You watch .. you observe .. and you copy paste within the confines of your home - the cerebrum .. the brain ..

Whatever is seen done experienced during the times of the day remains glued to the memory HD and keeps popping up in repeated equilibrium to bring menace to the customary read of this the Ef page ..

There is much thought now on the honour to Babuji and the written works of his to be put up for research and analysis .. no no no not RAW .. but one that has been attempted in the past but never given fruition ..

And the thoughts that keep invading the mind are .. that the Ef family have so many devoted dedicated educated minds , that some om there could be brought to assist in this formation .. it would the most generous tribute to Babuji .. and what a completion of ideas would occur, because the many among you are already quite familiar, with the text and do keep floating ideas upon it ..

Now .. but, I feel, its ripe for exploitation .. dissertation and reserve till its final presence ..

But without the personal interest and management nothing would ever move .. so the desire is now being transferred and translated into some fructified ideas, that I shall in time share for cooperation and comment ..

My love as always

Amitabh Bachchan

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rinoomi · 2 years

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small text because this letter is long...

helloo fir! even though we've been moots for some time, i don't think i've properly greeted you yet (i'm so sorry about that!!)

i wanted to start off by saying that your art is gorgeous. i'm scrolling through your blog and i'm in awe at how beautifully you're able to capture each character. i never knew sakusa or oikawa could get any prettier, but your art showed me that, apparently, they could?! seeing your art on my dash brightens up my day and tends to ease up my heart (this sounds like an exaggeration but i promise it's not). as someone who can only draw stick figures and simple cubes, just know that i really admire you!

i think i found you through rimi? ri? maybe both, i genuinely forgot, but i remember seeing your messages and thinking "wow this person is so sweet". i think i assumed you to were a writing blog, so imagine how surprised i was when i opened up your blog and an amazing drawing of oikawa was the first thing i saw. in my mind, i was like "ok very nice person + super talented artist? follow!!" and that's the origin story! i'll be honest, i remember screaming when i saw the notification that you followed me back lol

anyways enough about the past!! i just wanted to come by your askbox and say hi and i think i've accomplished that? granted, i did ramble a bit so sorry about that! i'm not sure what time it is for you, but if it's morning, i hope you have an amazing day! if it's afternoon/evening, i hope you had an amazing day, and i'd love to hear all about it if you're interesting in sharing. if it's noon uhh... have a good lunch? IDK SORRY HAHAHA BUT THAT'S IT FOR NOW, SENDING MY LOVE <33

omg jinn!! I have the biggest smile on my face rn aaaa I LOVE receiving long texts/letters soo much :"( (a vv random fact about myslef but I always used to ask my school friends to write me letters for my birthday and I've kept them all in a lil box heheh) and pls you're soo sweet and kind this just made my day fr and thank you thank you soo much!!!

I get such calm, serene & peaceful vibes from you and your blog and I admire you a lot as well!! and omg I HAD to follow back pls I saw you around a few times on my dash as well :"0

and omg pls don't be sorry for rambling! I do that a lot myself and it gets me soo happy to see others do it too hehhehe and I hope you have an amazing day/night ahead as well! <33

it's noon here and I woke up a lil late (stayed up last night past 3 talking w a close friend heheh) I need to work on my engineering drawing assignment after lunch and I'm dreading it :3. I just want to let you know that reading this brightened up my day so ssoo much! :"( and I ADORE your writings as well!! I hope we get to know each other better this year and I wish you lots of happiness! you deserve it sm!! <33

#chats with fir ☕︎#guest: jin

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Star Sending with the Virbank Baddies

The preparations

Calling the gang

Rimi explains about the Star Sending event and gives the list of characters’ wishes. They all need to focus on the Bisharp trio: Clarent, Gladius, and Sabre.

They all need to go to different places. Rimi needs to go to Shopping Mall Nine, Noelle to check the southwestern Unova, and Edin to check all of it.

Rimi’s side

Rimi arrives at Shopping Mall Nine. It is bigger and modern compared to what humans had. There’s more shops, and not only that: there’s a food court and some sort of entertainment like cinema and arcade.

Rimi arrives at the store that has some battle items. The things she needs for Sabre are: some experience candies, Eviolite, and Covert Cloak. Sure those are expensive, but she has enough money to buy them. She bought some EXP Candy L, an Eviolite, and a Covert Cloak.

The next store is called “TM Galore'' where it sells Technical Machines. It has a big variety of TMs and they are sorted by type. So, Rimi needs two TMs for those Bisharp. She needs to buy something for Clarent and Sabre. She bought TM058 Brick Break for the former and TM088 Swords Dance for the latter.

For Eviolite, she needs to make it like Sabre’s “foe” Vel. So, she put it on a green necklace that bought at the jewelry store and somehow coincidentally looks like this.

Noelle’s side

Noelle has no big tasks other than checking the southwestern Unova (from Aspertia to Virbank). The first thing she does is go to a nearby grocery store in Floccesy, her hometown. She bought 100% dark chocolate for Clarent. Noelle loved it when she was a little, though her parents hated it.

And then she goes to Virbank to visit a malasada shop where Rimi’s mother Leia works. Noelle greets her with a kind smile and asks if this shop has something sweet. And of course Leia gives her a sweetest malasada made with the sweetest. Rumor that it contains Watmel Berry but it has other sweet berries as well.

She visits her house for a sharpening stone. And she has an old whetstone that she doesn't need anymore and took it.

And it’s time to convince the people living in Aspertia. Noelle visited Diego’s house first to convince them to get a souvenir from Paldea. They both didn’t get along well, but in the end Diego gives something. It’s a small replica of Artazon’s windmill that has a painting of Sunflora. Soon after she visited Cheren High and said that someone wants to talk to him.

And what’s about the mother and son that want gifts for each other. Well, Noelle has a little Pawniard figurine that she doesn't need and of course the Dark Gem. She hopes they both like those.

Edin’s side

For Edin, he travels all across Unova, but he doesn’t need to do much, so he arrives at Undella Town to see an ocean with his eyes. He sat until sunset. It was of course very gorgeous.

The gifts

Clarent

Rimi calls Clarent to Aspertia and gives the items she wants: a dark chocolate, TM058, a windmill, and a Pawniard figurine for Gladius.

“Here they are. I hope you enjoy it.” she says it with a very kind smile “Oh, I wanna show someone. Follow me!”

They both go to Cheren High to meet with someone.

An adult Eevee? That was unexpected because all the adult Eevees are mostly evolved, while one is still unevolved. That’s why Clarent might look surprised.

Sabre

Noelle arrives at Route 20 to wait for Sabre. Soon, a small looking Bisharp arrives. Noelle gives very good smile, while she has something on her back.

She wrapped everything in a Covert Cloak. Three EXP Candies L, an TM088, and a Eviolite (she says that she took it from Vel), although she has no idea who Vel was. But somehow, it was a miracle that it the exact replica of a necklace with real Eviolite on it.

Gladius

Edin calls Gladius to the beach at Undella Town.

“Oh, hi! I hope you’re doing well as I do. Here, I got ya.” he smiles and handles some malasadas, a whetstone, and a Dark Gem. The only thing missing is training lessons because everyone in the band doesn't know any tutor. But that’s not the main reason, the reason he calls the Bisharp is this:

They both see a beautiful sunset together, until the gang arrives.

The gathering

Rimi, Noelle, and two Bisharps arrive here in Undella Town to gather everyone here together.

The band stands together and smiles.

They both say with a delightful joy: “I hope you have a great holiday this year!”

[ A @pokeask-star-sending submission for @askleaderscrest ]

MOD NOTE BELOW

This is longest post I made here. It probably beats the long interaction post with Fern, although it was text only.

It took me month to do and half of the text is the last minute preparation. I started drawing like week or two ago. I think I'm satisfied with the result so far.

Of course feel free to reply if you want since I have some items that involves Clarent and Gladius. And also if you want, you can do replies during the gifting process.

#pokemon #pokeask #pokestarsending2023 #rimilycanroc #noellehoundoom #edinmeowstic #clarentbisharp #sabrebisharp #gladiusbisharp #askleaderscrest #chrono

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