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the-jade-palace · 1 year

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Fin Fin on QEMU (Current Version - v2.2)

Fin Fin on QEMU is a project designed to create an easy to use way for anyone to play Fin Fin without the need for any complicated setup on modern operating systems. It is fully compatible with Windows 10 and 11, but will also work on any version after XP.

The version of the game used is a custom made translation that includes all 6 worlds in English. It has working microphone input, sound recording, and all associated features such as screenshots and the encyclopedia work as well.

Rather than using virtualization, this works through emulating an entire Windows 98 machine. To play it there's no need to install any hypervisors or set up a virtual machine, as everything is already set up, and ready to go.

The download link can be found here! (Hosted on MEGA)

Installation

The whole thing is portable, meaning nothing is actually "installed" and all the data is wherever you place the folder. This also means that if moved to another PC, all user data will still be present.

To run, all you need to do is extract the folder in the .zip to a location of your choosing, and then run one of the launchers.

Included are two launcher versions for the different QEMU display options, one that uses GTK and one that uses SDL. The only difference between the .bat script and the .exe versions is that a command window will be shown when using the .bat script.

Both have pros and cons, so I've included both to let the user decide which one they want to use.

SDL has broken window scaling and no mouse integration, but has a correctly stretched fullscreen. GTK has a stretched fullscreen mode, but has working mouse integration and window scaling. Basically if you want the game in fullscreen use SDL, otherwise use GTK. For a bit more info about these, checkout the 'Files' section under the 'Keep Reading'

Important Info

Before launching the main game, be sure to create a profile using 'New Contact', as the game will not run until doing so. When exiting the game use the shutdown option in Windows 98. Exiting through closing the window forcefully can possibly cause data loss/corruption. When using SDL, mouse and keyboard input will be captured. To release this, press 'Ctrl + Alt + G'. When using GTK, the menubar can be hidden or shown by pressing 'Ctrl + Alt + M'. To make the window fullscreen, press 'Ctrl + Alt + F'.

Sounds

Included are two "sound effect packs" for the in game sounds that play based on the number keys from 1-5.

By default, the game will use the sound effects from the 5 Worlds version, but you can swap out to the 6 worlds one by renaming the "sound (alternate)" folder in the D: drive to just "sound", and renaming the original sound folder to something else.

I hope you all have fun with your new best friend Fin Fin!

Fin Fin is a wonderful little enigma from the past, and my attempt to make it easily accessible even in the present is something I hope you will all enjoy.

If you encounter any issues in Fin Fin on QEMU, please contact me about it.

To view the changelog, credits, and some more info about this project check below the 'Keep reading'.

Changelog

Some information is cut for brevity, the full version can be found inside of Fin Fin on QEMU and the MEGA folder.

v2.2

Added several new Fin Fin screensavers the user may choose from Updated method for calculating Transfer folder size Updated emulated machine to use 128mb of RAM and a Pentium Updated main teoboot.exe executable to fix several issues Updated shortcuts

v2.1

Removed WHPX launching options Removed FinFinWHPX.bat and FinFinWHPX.exe Removed startup crash fix as it was only needed for WHPX Modified folder settings in Windows 98 to open folders in the same window Rearranged Fin Fin on QEMU folder layout for cleaner appearance Added 'OK' button back to Microphone Setup that was mistakenly removed Updated shortcuts for Microphone Setup and Sound Recorder Fixed problem with 'Encyclopedia' launching script that caused screenshots to not show up in the photobook Added 'Transfer' Folder which allows for transferring files between the host and emulated machine Added options for launching with either GTK or SDL display Altered updater to improve ease of use and used NirCmd to improve process as a whole (Updater.bat & updater.iso)

v2.0 (Major Update - 6 Worlds Edition)

Modified original Taiwanese 6 Worlds version to add English Translation Added 'Microphone Sensitivity' shortcut to the desktop and start menu Added in 5 Worlds version Encyclopedia (finfinEncyc.exe & encyc30.GIZ) Added sound effects from 5 Worlds version (D:\sound) Added Mouse Integration Added Nircmd to replace launch batch scripts (C:\WINDOWS\nircmd.exe) Added Windowed Mode shortcut to start menu Altered launching scripts (FinFin.bat, FinFin.exe, FinFinWHPX.bat, FinFinWHPX.exe, FinFin Update.bat) Removed large amount of unecessary setup files from finfin.qcw Removed 'Task Scheduler' from taskbar Added Credits and Changelog shortcut to start menu Added dll to fix issue with running on Windows 7

v1.3

Added animated Fin Fin cursor

v1.2

Added guided updater (FinFin Update.bat & updater.IMA) Adjusted wallpaper Renamed startup shortcut ("_setup.bat" to "Crash Fix" at C:\WINDOWS\Start Menu\Programs\Startup) Adjusted Volume Control Settings

v1.1

Added new wallpaper (C:\background.jpg) Added new startup sound (C:\boot.wav)

v1.0 (First Public Release)

Changed from qemu-3dfx to base Removed unnecessary files in Windows Added missing shortcuts on Desktop

v0.5 (Playtester version)

Moved all Fin Fin data to finfin.qcw Created batch scripts for Disc.id Added shortcuts to launch programs Removed unnecessary programs from Windows Removed unnecessary files in Windows

Credits

Resources

The finfin Homepage (finfin.de) - By EMGE The finfin Archive (finfin-archiv.de) - By Xvemon, Nadine S., and EMGE Fin Fin 6 Worlds "Beta" (finfin-archive.de) - By Harald G.

Playtesters

mchi22 that-one-scratch-on-your-arm

Software

QEMU 7.1.0. (qemu.org) - By QEMU team: Peter Maydell, et al. NirCmd (nirsoft.net) - By Nir Sofer Resource Hacker (angusj.com) - By Angus Johnson

Updating Versions

Included is a guided updater that will help you transfer your save, screenshots, and sound recordings to the latest version.

Place the new version in a temporary location without replacing the original. Then, just run "Updater.bat" and follow the instructions.

System Time

Time in the emulated machine is synced to the host PC.

If you would like to time travel in Fin Fin, you can change the time in the emulated PC but it will go back to normal after a restart. Note that if you do this you will not be able to go back to the original time, you can only go forwards using this method If you would like to permanently change the time, you can use the built in date-changer present in the 'New Contact' program, but this will cause the loss of the current profile.

QEMU

Though it should be quite obvious by now, this project works through the use of QEMU, an open source emulator. Specifically, its emulating a full Windows 98 SE machine, and then the game is run on that.

The emulated machine has 128mb of RAM, an AC97 Soundcard, and a Pentium CPU.

Files

The only files this project really has aside from QEMU are FinFin GTK.bat/.exe and FinFin SDL.bat/.exe

The reason I list the .exe and .bat files together is that they do exactly the same thing. The executables aren't really 'true executables', but are instead just batch scripts that have been converted into .exe files. When they run, they essentially create a temporary batch script that deletes itself. The only real benefit of this is that its a bit more straightforward for launching and creating shortcuts, and that there is no distracting command window while playing.

Within the 'Data' folder is where the bulk of the project is. Inside are two virtual hard drives, w98.qcw being the main Windows 98 drive, and finfin.qcw being where all the Fin Fin game data is.

#fin fin #finfin #fin fin on teo #qemu #my projects #fin fin on qemu

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yandere-daze · 1 year

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Thank you everyone for the big support on the RE2 Leon post! I was honestly blown away by all the nice comments I got 🥺💕

And now I'm back for more ^^

Hope you enjoy!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, over-protectiveness, possessiveness, heavily implied murder, implied stalking, kidnapping, jealousy

General Yandere! RE4 Leon headcanons

Above all else, Yandere! RE4 Leon is very protective of you, the dearest person in his life. To a very unhealthy degree.

He has always been protective but a lot has changed since his first day as a rookie. Leon has seen a lot, he knows how truly horrifying and cruel the world can be. He knows what dangers lurk in the shadows, just waiting for an opportunity to strike and snatch away his beloved.

He doesn't want you to go through what he has. He wants you to be safe at all costs. He simply can't risk losing you, you're everything to him. You're what keeps him grounded, the one beacon of light in the darkness that threatens to consume him every day.

His many missions have broken him, Leon is not the same person he used to be and that too reflects in subtle changes in his yandere behaviour.

He remains very protective, insanely so, but it´s not quite in the same way as RE2 Leon was. He has become pretty jaded and that also translates to him being more merciless when it comes to shooting down anyone that could be perceived as a threat.

There´s no more slight hesitation before going through with killing someone and pulling the trigger, no deliberation, he won´t leave even a sliver of a chance of something hurting you and that extends to zombies, cultists, or rude strangers alike.

He still likes showing off in front of you, proving to you how capable and reliable he is, but he would rather avoid having you witness him getting rid of the latter ones.

He´s sure you won´t object to him getting rid of horrifying eldritch horrors but he fears your naivete won´t allow you to see the other dangers lurking right around the corner. People everywhere that are secretly out to hurt you. People that have bad intentions. People that try to get between the two of you.

He certainly won´t forgive that friend of yours that told you how "scary" Leon´s glare was whenever he looked at someone that wasn´t you. And isn´t it weird that he´s somehow always there whenever you´re in trouble? And they could have sworn they saw him standing outside your window back when you had your sleepover at your house...

Of course Leon couldn´t let this continue any longer. What if you started listening to them and tried to keep your distance? Leon couldn´t bear that. How is he supposed to make sure you´re safe if you won´t let him?

He knows he needs to do something about this so-called friend of yours. Maybe at first he will start "small" and simply start incriminating them for crimes they didn´t commit. It´s truly scary how little you know about your friends, right? Who would have thought that they would turn out to be a criminal?

Leon hopes that will be enough to make them stay away but if they´re particularly persistent... Well, he knows just how to deal with obstacles that are in his way. His position as a special agent gives him plenty of opportunities to make that person simply disappear from all records after mysteriously vanishing.

But don´t worry, Leon will be right by your side, holding you tight and mourning the loss of your friend right with you. It´s really so terrible what happened to them but at least you have him! And he won´t ever leave you.

Now of course, if you yourself were acting difficult, continuously getting yourself into danger, ignoring all of his advice ( don´t leave your house without him. always keep him updated on what you´re currently doing. never go on a date with a stranger..) or avoiding him in any way, Leon would feel forced to take some drastic measures to ensure that you´ll always remain safe and his alone.

While RE2 Leon would not have gone so far as to kidnap you, RE4 Leon absolutely would. It would not be his first choice but in this case, he feels like there is no other way. He would rather keep you locked up for the rest of your life than lose you. He just cannot bear ever having to live without you, now that he has found you.

You´re the only good thing in his life and he´ll be damned if he´ll let anything happen to you.

Of course he understands why you´re mad at him afterwards and it breaks his heart to see you upset with him, but he´ll suffer through it all in the hopes that you´ll one day understand why he had to do what he did.

He´s sure you will come around to him one day and then you´ll finally live the happy life he you both always wanted. In the meantime, he´ll treat you with gentle care ( well, as gentle as Leon can be. His displays of affection are still pretty awkward and stilted even though he tries very hard) and makes sure all your needs are met.

He´ll also let you get away with many things like screaming at him, ignoring him or backing away from his touch, as long as you don´t try to escape him. You may hate him at the moment, but at least nothing can get in here and hurt you while he´s constantly monitoring you.

Leon hopes that one day you´ll be able to move on from this and become a normal couple, but he doesn´t really mind having you all to himself with no prying eyes right now. He´s very possessive too and he´d just hate having to get rid of another stranger that looked at you a second too long for his tastes.

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niqhtlord01 · 3 months

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Humans are weird: Prank Gone Wrong

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)

“Filnar Go F%$@ Yourself!” was possibly the most disruptive software virus the universe had ever seen.

The program was designed to download itself to a computer, copy the functions of existing software before deleting said software and imitating it, then running its original programming all the while avoiding the various attempts to locate and remove it by security software.

What was strange about such a highly advanced virus was that it did not steal government secrets, nor siphon funds from banking institutions, it ignore critical infrastructure processes, and even bypassed trade markets that if altered could cause chaos on an unprecedented scale. The only thing the software seemed focused on was in locating any information regarding the “Hen’va” species, and deleting it.

First signs of the virus outbreak were recorded on the planet Yul’o IV, but once the virus began to migrate at an increasing rate and latched on to several subroutines for traveling merchant ships things rapidly spiraled out of control. Within a week the virus had infected every core world and consumed all information regarding the Hen’va. It still thankfully had not resulted in any deaths, but the sudden loss of information was beginning to cause other problems.

Hen’va citizens suddenly found that they were not listed as galactic citizens and were detained by security forces on numerous worlds. Trade routes became disrupted as Hen’va systems were now listed as uninhabited and barren leading to merchants seeking to trade elsewhere. Birth records and hospital information for millions of patients were wiped clean as they now pertained to individuals who did not exist.

Numerous software updates and purges were commenced in attempting to remove the virus. Even the galactic council’s cyber security bureau was mobilized for the effort, but if even a single strand of the virus’s code survived it was enough to rebuild itself and become even craftier with hiding itself while carrying out its programming. This was made worse by the high level of integration the various cyber systems of the galaxy had made it so the chance of systems being re-infected was always high.

After ten years every digital record of the Hen’va was erased from the wider universe. All attempts to upload copies were likewise deleted almost immediately leaving only physical records to remain untouched.

To combat this, the Hen’va for all official purposes adopted a new name; then “Ven’dari”. In the Hen’va tongue in means “The Forgotten”, which is rather ironic as the Hen’va have had to abandon everything about their previous culture to continue their existence. The virus had become a defacto component of every computer system in the galaxy and continued to erase all information related to the Hen’va. Even the translator units refused identify the Hen’va tongue and so the Ven’dari needed to create a brand new language.

It wasn’t until another fifty years had passed before the original creator of the virus stepped forward and admitted to their crime. A one “Penelope Wick”.

At the time of the programs creation Ms. Wick was a student studying on Yul’o IV to be a software designer. While attending the institution Ms. Wick stated that a fellow student, a Hen’va named “Filnar”, would hound her daily. He would denounce her presence within the school and repeatedly declared that “what are the scrapings of humans compared to the glory of the Hen’va?”

The virus was her creation as a way of getting back at the student for his constant spite. Ms. Wick was well aware of the dangers it could pose if released into the wild and so had emplaced the limitation that the virus would only infect computers on site with the campus. The schools network was setup that students could only work on their projects within the confines of the institution to ensure they did not cheat and have others make them instead. What she had not counted on was this rule only applied to students and not teachers. So when a teacher brought home several student projects to review and then sharing those infected files with their personal computer, the virus then gained free access to the wider planets networks.

When the Ven’dari learned of this there were several hundred calls for Ms. Wick to be held accountable for her actions, and nearly twice as many made to take her head by less patient individuals who had seen their entire culture erased. Much to their dismay Ms. Wick died shortly after her confession from a long term disease that had ravaged her body for several years.

Much to her delight, she had achieved her goals of removing the source of her mockery.

#humans are insane #humans are weird #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #story #scifi #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #funny #prank #prank gone wrong #virus

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eviebane · 5 months

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The Blitz (Badly Explained)

Right so we start off with Aziraphale in a church doing a drug deal with a bunch of Nazis, except there were translation errors and he brought a bunch of books. Aziraphale is actually living his best life doing spy work for the police but his handler is actually a Nazi as well, and he does the gayest fucking surprised face in the history of television

Nazi-Mycroft threatens to murder him but then Crowley hop-scotches down the aisle like his goddamn wedding day to get to his husband at the altar. The head groomsman & bridesmaid are Nazis, and the vicar is pointing a gun at them, so Crowley goes Nah babe let's blow this joint (literally)

Aziraphale is traumatised by the loss of three of a billion books he owns (because THESE ones are full of terrible, inaccurate prophecies) but Crowley's like Don't worry babe, I got you and he hands over the miraculously-OK books. Aziraphale literally sends wedding invites, buys a cottage, & picks out names their six snake babies (snabies) on 👏 the 👏 spot 👏

Crowley just walks off like Yeah alright get in the car you dork, whereby Aziraphale attempts to give him road head for saving his books

They pull up at a theatre for yet ANOTHER drug deal except Crowley couldn't get the weed plants to grow properly (he hadn't discovered yelling at plants yet, that was in the 70s) so he brings bottles of whiskey. Mrs H rips the demon a new one because they got smashed in the explosion, like can a girl not just have ONE SHOW without EVERYTHING GOING WRONG. What is wrong with you people, it's not like we're at WAR or anything, fuck

As much as Aziraphale enjoys watching Crowley get torn to shreds by an old woman, he volunteers as tribute to be a magician in her show, and Mrs H agrees because she's debating just retiring to the countryside

Back at the bookshop, Aziraphale stims while practising his magic tricks while Crowley has a little improv show, then they take a trip to the Tesco Express round the corner to top up on bread, milk, eggs, oh and a gun

Meanwhile the arch nemesis that Crowley never knew he had, is plotting his downfall in Hell. He bippity boppity boos the Nazis into spy zombies and sends them out into the world to get the Hot Goss on Crowley. This raises no alarm bells, something something bombs going off and everything's on fire, honestly people have better shit to do than worry about people wandering around with their arms falling off. Now I think about it, the zombies probably blended in better than I thought

The zombies eat the guy at the Tesco checkout and then follow Aziracrow to the theatre, where Aziraphale is playing a magician in the school's talent show & Crowley is that dad hiding in the back pretending that's not his kid

Just to spice things up, Aziraphale convinces Crowley to aim for his mouth (in front of all those people?! Aziraphale you slag!)

The magic show is a hit and Aziraphale stims in victory with his little feather boa, but then suddenly Crowley's arch nemesis rocks up with three zombies and his own little detective file on Crowley (which is just one photo. Honestly there's not even a backup photo, like this guy needs to watch some Law & Order)

Aziraphale the Kleptomanic strikes again and the Dark Council end up with a leaflet to Aziraphale's next show instead of the photo (while it wasn't recorded, they had an AMAZING time. That Fell the Marvelous is quite good, isn't he? Yeah no, he DOES look a bit familiar, hmmm)

Crowley and Aziraphale finish off their evening with getting absolutely hammered while fight-flirting, just their usual bedtime routine at this point, and then-

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#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #goodomens #gomens #blitz #badly explained good omens

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tteokdoroki · 4 days

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˚✧₊・🍉 — SPONSOR A WIP FOR GAZA !

hello everyone!! i wanted to join the writing project ficsforgaza with the intention of raising more awareness and hopefully donations for the ongoing cause. i am a little slow on writing but hopefully this will motivate myself and others for a good cause <3!

rate: $1 USD per 100 words !

instructions: please follow this link and donate to a vetted fund of your choosing. after doing so, send an off-anon ask to myself including the following: a redacted screenshot as proof (hiding any personal information), a link to the fundraiser you’ve donated to, the name of the wip you’re sponsoring.

example: hi aali! i have donated to help mashael and her family. i would like to sponsor an alternative to grief [ screenshot showing $5 usd has been donated - equivalent to 500 words ]

i will not be publishing asks, but for transparency, will be keeping a record of evidence to send to @ficsforgaza — this is to ensure individuals are not reusing screenshots sent to myself or other writers. the wips will be updated regularly.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 🍉 wips disclaimer ! - they are below the cut.

there will also be a donation goal for each wip just to ensure that I don’t get overwhelmed! i work full time and write a little slow, but the main goal is to raise awareness and donate to an important cause. there are various lengths available, subject to change but dont worry if i don’t have anything you fancy! please check out the other authors who are apart of this project!

note: minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, nsfw and dark content is included in the wips below.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 🍉 current wips available !

an alternative to grief; katsuki bakugou.

tags ! pro hero!bakugou, nurse!reader, strangers to lovers, dating after loss, children, therapy, grief, hurt comfort, fluff, angst, smut + part one of three.

with the sudden death of your husband, you find yourself alone with a son, angry at the world and in the corner of a therapy group specifically for grieving spouses of pro heroes. it isn’t until you lock eyes with a familiar, formidable red that you come to realise… there is happiness after death and alternatives to grief.

current word count: 5,991/10,000+

donation goal word count: 0/5,000

my doll; eijirou kirishima.

tags ! pro hero!au, soft dom!kirishima, dumbification, dollification, smut + dark content.

eijirou kirishima was born with an innate desire to protect, to give, to dominate and perhaps that is why he slowly begins to take over your life, treating you as though you’re some dainty little doll…belonging only to him.

current word count: 2,647/3,500

donation goal word count: 0/1,000

something i thought belonged to me; izuku midoriya.

tags ! pro hero!au, college!au, strangers to friends to lovers, coming of age, misunderstandings, fluff, angst + smut.

after abandoning your dream school to start anew and get away from your shitty ex, you adopt a stray l cat to cope with your lonesome…only to find out the pro hero exchange student next door has had the exact same idea.

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swingsets; yuuji itadori.

tags ! college!au, small town!au, summer romance, coming of age, first loves, self discovery, misunderstandings, fluff, angst + smut, part one of many.

everyone always says you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. but life moves quick and yuuji itadori has only one year left of his degree to figure out what it is that he wants. making it big in the big city of tokyo isn’t all what it’s cut out to be, so he decides to return to his roots, and indirectly, return to you. OR a jjk small town!au where each sorry connects to another. this is the story of yuuji itadori, reconnecting with his first love.

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z34l0t · 1 year

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#come to grief #sludge metal #doom metal #Translation Loss Records #interview #Youtube

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mapsontheweb · 2 months

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Map of werewolf witch trials

by subthings2

Mapping the location of 223 witch trials that included accusations of turning into a wolf, mostly based on Lorey's online list (just under 200 listed). Blécourt gives a few corrections to Lorey's list, Klaniczay has 13 Hungarian trials, and Madar, Metsvah and Winkler collectively give 14 Estonian trials; Metsvah says there are 30 recorded in Estonia in total, but data on the rest weren't provided. When a location has multiple trials, the crosses form a circle around the city so as to not overlap - this is most obvious for Tallinn, Riga, and Sopron.

The initial point was to visualise how the trials spread over time, but what it also makes really obvious is how tightly clustered most of them are - this matches how regional the witch trials in general were, but also that beliefs in werewolves weren't evenly spread across Europe; hence the lack of anything in Great Britain, Basque Country, but weirdly also Scandinavia where southern Sweden is known for having a decent number of werewolves in its folklore.

Finally, after going through all of Lorey's descriptions, there's a few that stood out that I wanted to share (machine translated from German):

1619 Tonnis Steven von Grevenstein, shepherd in Kallenhardt (Electoral Cologne Office of Rüthen). “Out of pain and unbearable torment, I had to say that I was a magician and a Wehrwolf, but God in heaven knows that everything is a lie and I have never seen a devil in my life.”

1652 Wilhelm Scheffern, shepherd from Metterich (di Metternich near Münstermaifeld, Kurtrier). One of the reasons he was talked about was because - in contrast to his successors - there were never any losses due to wolf attacks during his time as a shepherd. "It is entirely believed that the defendant could turn himself into a werewolf" (6th count) and "that he ... once made himself invisible in the field" (point 15). However, previously in points 2 and 3 "that his "The father was burned because of the vice" and "that the defendant's sisters were burned years ago because of the vice of magic." (Court verdict not received; according to Krämer, however, probably executed.)

1661 Cuno Jung, a shepherd from Westerburg, had not defended himself strongly enough against being called a werewolf. Because his parents were already under suspicion and his sister had been executed as a witch, he spoke out against the witchcraft trials. He also refused to take part in an execution as a lay judge. He once even tried to buy his way out as an observer at a witch trial. Executed in Westerburg.

there's also the WAR WLF of Lemgo, featuring this funky little guy that's also had several people write about the rather unfunky little trial

the single case aaaall the way up in Finland is Erkki Juhonpoika

Sources:

Willem de Blécourt, ‘The Differentiated Werewolf: An Introduction to Cluster Methodology’, Werewolf Histories (2015), pg 7

Gábor Klaniczay, Bengt Ankerloo & Gustav Henningson (ed.), ‘Hungary: The Accusations and the Universe of Popular Magic’, Early Modern European Witchcraft: Centres and Peripheries (1993) pg 254, footnote 122

Elmar Lorey, ‘Werwolfprozesse in der Frühen Neuzeit’, http://www.elmar-lorey.de/prozesse.htm (2000)

Maia Madar, Bengt Ankerloo & Gustav Henningson (ed.), ‘Estonia I: Werewolves and Poisoners’, Early Modern European Witchcraft: Centres and Peripheries (1993), pg 270-271

Merili Metsvah, Willem de Blécourt (ed.), ‘Estonian Werewolf History’, Werewolf Histories (2015), pg 210 & footnote 25

Rudolf Winkler, ‘Uber Hexenwahn und Hexenprozesse in Estland wahrend der Schwedenherrschaft’, Baltische Monatsschrift, 67 (1909), pg 333-4

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mixtape-racha · 6 months

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boyfriend!yang jeongin thoughts

(a/n: this is for u anonnie !! enjoy <3) | sfw and nsfw below the cut

warnings: phone sex (ish), fingering, recorded sex, unprotected sex loss of virginity, oral, 69'ing, anal fingering

sfw

boyfriend!jeongin who paints your toes nails for you and help your shave your legs when you're feeling down/under the weather

boyfriend!jeongin who always wears gold jewellery and buys you matching pieces to his, but in silver

boyfriend!jeongin who lets you design his first tattoo, so he'll always have a part of you with him

boyfriend!jeongin who makes you advent gift baskets each year instead of a normal advent calendar

boyfriend!jeongin who always come back from a job with alexander mcqueen with gifts for you, shrugging it off like its no big deal

boyfriend!jeongin who spends as long as he can learning your love language if it isn't the same as his, just so he can truly show you how much he appreciates you

boyfriend!jeongin who takes you to the animal shelter to adopt a pet together for your first anniversary

boyfriend!jeongin who gets you photocards of your bias, even if it isn't him, but Especially if it is him

boyfriend!jeongin who got an extra foxi.ny who he sews hair extensions onto and says it you - so now you have to get matching outfits with your foxy/n

boyfriend!jeongin who sings you to sleep most nights, and its honestly subconsciously - he just knows you sleep better when he has, and wants that for you every night

nsfw

boyfriend!jeongin who spends hours fingering you, drawing as many orgasms out of you as he can before it gets too much for you

boyfriend!jeongin who loves fucking you in doggy, watching the way your ass bounces with his thrusts and when he spanks you

boyfriend!jeongin who can make you wet from across a room just by giving you those dangerous siren eyes, and knows full well because he just smirks after

boyfriend!jeongin who uses a soundbite of your moans in the first freaky song he writes himself, and of course he had to fuck you in the studio to get it

boyfriend!jeongin who constantly sends you videos of him jerking off when he's away on tour, but cuts the video off before he finishes if you've been a brat

boyfriend!jeongin who has only ever cum inside you raw once, and it got him so turned on you ended up going at it literally all night

boyfriend!jeongin who took your virginity and lost his to you, and wholeheartedly believes it will always be the most loving and intimate thing you'll ever do together

boyfriend!jeongin who prefers giving head to receiving it, to the point where you only ever really blow him if you're 69'ing

boyfriend!jeongin who asked you to finger his ass while he was fucking you one time, and never looked back holy shit he's never cum so hard

boyfriend!jeongin who will never have a threesome because he believes no one else should be lucky enough to see how pretty you look and hear how pretty you sound during sex

(a/n: scheduled post!)

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Angel's Tea Under a Demon's Wing

Relationship: Aziraphale x reader x Crowley (Ineffable husbands x reader)

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, hurt, comfort, soft Aziraphale, grumpy Crowley, domestic partners, deluge of rain, job insecurity, financial stress, and a brief mention of loss & death

Summary: Time is running out for you to find a job so you can stay afloat in your small London flat. In one last desperate attempt, you swallow your pride and hand out your resume around town, praying for a miracle. As luck would have it, Aziraphale is intrigued by you and offers a proposition, despite Crowley's protests.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 2.0k+

A/N: Cheerio my lovelies! I come bearing a gift for you all. I hope you enjoy some more ineffable husbands and . I adore them so and we could all use some comfort after season 2. Special thanks also to @novaracer for beta reading. Comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

Time had a cruel sense of humor, and it didn’t differ on any day like today, the skies trickling with rain, warning London of an impending storm. Yet, it didn’t tear you from your conquest in searching for a job.

You were sure to have found one by now, yet with the current economy, you weren’t sure how you were going to make it with the diner job you had, letting your other skills and talents be pushed aside. You couldn’t afford to do so much longer, for you ached to be out of your apartment finding purpose other than in the books you plowed through.

You adored your quiet life, but something inside you wanted more and knew you could strive for it.

That is how you found yourself with a stack of resumes in hand, sliding them into the mailboxes of local businesses, praying for a miracle you would get a response. Soon enough you dip into the coffee shop across the way from the last stop you made at a quaint bookstore that was oddly still in business.

You hadn’t mustered up the courage to peruse through the piles of books even though Maggie at the record shop insisted that her landlord and the owner of the bookshop, Mr. Fell, was sweet and meant no harm. Either way, you’d been too busy at the diner until now to consider applying for a job there. You hoped something would come around, but only a miracle could make it happen.

******

Meanwhile, Aziraphale began his morning as usual with some hot chocolate and making a record of miracles in the like when Crowley stomped in, huffing while clenching a wrinkled piece of paper.

“Awe come on, angel. Why are you doing this?” Crowley groaned.

Aziraphale swiped the wrinkled paper from Crowley’s grasp. “It’s only hospitable to offer the poor dear a job. I mean, look at their credentials!” he exclaimed as he excitedly flipped through another page as if he were reading a great myth instead of a resume.

“What’s the point? You practically have me to do all the work here for you,” Crowley mumbled, downing the rest of his wine. He stretched out on the couch again, his long lean legs draped over the arm, adding an extra bit of drama to any bit of furniture. The demon could not sit on anything properly to save his life.

Aziraphale sighed and bit his lip, eyes twinkling with mischief. “If you consider your work laying around here drinking, yes you do a fine job at that.” Crowley lifted his head, mock rage plastered over his face. “Better watch that tongue of yours angel, You know I love it so.”

“Well, then better make yourself useful and dust the books and tidy up your plants. We should expect a visitor within the hour.” Azi smiled warmly at his partner, giddiness filling his chest when Crowley pecked him on the cheek.

“I’ll get right on it, angel.”

******

You huffed, drowning down your third, or was it fifth? cup of coffee. You weren’t sure why you felt this way, the stress in your shoulders building the more you typed, your brain filling with words faster than you could write or type them down. You’d been at Nina’s shop for an hour, most of it spent scrolling through job listings, though your search also included browsing some bookstores and a new computer you have been eyeballing for months.

Alas not much had come from your ventures, but you have to admit it was a good day to get out of the flat and enjoy the fresh air and the coziness of somewhere else other than your pit of despair. You could only stay inside with yourself and your mind for so long.

Regardless, you enjoyed the quiet chatter, the drip of the machine keeping in time with your typing, and then a ping sounds from your phone. Your heart races, could this be it?

“Hello?” A soft angelic voice inquires from the other end. “I was calling about your interest in a job. You see I’m Aziraphale, Mr. Fell as most call me, I own the bookshop across from Nina’s coffee shop. The…Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death that one, it’s hard to miss. Would you be interested?”

Would I be interested? Hell yes, you would after months of finding nothing that’d pay anything for manual labor you wouldn’t imagine anything better than sorting books all day.

“Mr. Fell, that would be lovely. When do you want me to start?” You thrum your fingers on the table, not believing your luck.

“Are you available now? I have cocoa biscuits and tea!”

“I don’t think I’m in any position to refuse your offer, Mr. Fell.”

“Lovely, it’s settled then. I’ll see you within the hour, yes?” His voice is warm, reminding you of an old friend and holding hands with a friend by the lake. It made you happier than you’d been in a while and when you set your phone back on the table, glancing at the bright light streaming in through the window despite the darkening clouds of the horizon, you know you won’t refuse this job; it’s almost too good to be true.

******

“Oh boy, that doesn’t look good,” Crowley mutters, shoving piles of books into the shelves, trying to make the shop more presentable, as Azira put it. The sky outside darkened an alarming shade of gray and Crowley could practically hear the impending storm cackling in warning.

Aziraphale sighs, taking off his spectacles and rubbing his eyes. “Well, if worse comes to worst, we can stay in for the night and forgo the Ritz.”

“You? Forgo the meal at the Ritz? The world must truly be ending!” Crowley exclaims, throwing himself back on the couch right as the first clap of thunder came down, the notable pitter-patter of rainfall following in its wake.

Not a moment later, the doorbell rings, and there you are, a jacket plastered along your form, hair damp and you sneeze. “Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Fell.”

******

“Gracious come in come in, Oh do sit down, let me take that for you!” The smaller man, Aziraphale you note, bustles around, offering you an armchair, which you sit in, groaning at the warmth. The deluge came out of nowhere, soaking you to the bone during the albeit dort walk along the street, but you ended up getting distracted at Maggie’s record shop, losing track of time as fate would have it you ended up an utter wreck at the job you’d accepted a meer hour before.

“I’m so sorry for the state of my appearance, I should’ve brought an umbrella.”

“The weather is quite unpredictable is it not?” Another person appears from the shadows, encased in black, hair a lovely shade of red that makes you wish you could pull it off as well as them. They reach out their hand to you and you lean forward accepting it.

“Crowley, a pleasure to meet you. I see Aziraphale ran off before introductions.” He motions for you to stand and you do so, while he drapes his black jacket over you. It’s pleasantly warm, and you’re equally impressed with the black turtleneck and vest combination he’s currently sporting.

You smile at the gesture. “I’m sure it’s for the tea. There was mention of it on the phone call.”

“Oh, right, the infamous phone call. It practically made his day, though I insisted that he didn’t need to hire anyone, no don’t take it as a bad thing, necessarily. Nina and Maggie vouched for your character too so now you’re practically part of the block gang.”

“Crowley, are you interrogating our guest?”

You pull the borrowed jacket closer around you trying not to shiver in a combination of nerves and excitement. The easy banter between the two of them makes you feel at ease and it comforts you how relaxed they are in each other's presence. If all your days could be spent with a gentle, quiet and constant companion by your side, then you couldn’t possibly want for more.

“I am sorry for inconveniencing you.” you blurt out, Mr. Fell’s gaze meeting yours in quiet understanding.

“It’s no trouble at all, we’ve not much going on, isn’t that right, Crowley.”

“Right, whatever he said, that’s right.” the tall lanky figure grumbles, discarding a pile of books on the floor, making you wince at the thump they leave behind.

That must’ve hurt, you grumble.

“They’ll be alright” Crowley grumbles.

Whoops, you had spoken that out loud. You clench your jaw, trying in vain to relax, the nerves flowing through you, making your stomach tie itself in knots despite your mind’s protests.

“Crowley, I would appreciate it if you didn’t throw my books in that manner,” Mr Fell’s brow quirks, eyes lighting in quiet mirth as he leans over to whisper, “He does that when he’s grouchy.”

“I assume it happens frequently, then.”

“Usually when I irk him or someone else, which is at least three times a week or more.”

Crowley scowls, “It’s not that frequent!”

You smile at the easy banter between them, the way they brought you into this small sphere of their world and it makes you feel less alone than you have had in months. You enjoyed this, the glances they tossed back and forth with the ease of old lovers, twin soulmates of the universe ancient in their own right.

“Well then, I think it’s settled,” Aziraphale faces you, hands clasped, a smile gracing his lips. You burrow further into the jacket Crowley lent you from the deluge, nervous for the outcome. In the next moment, Aziraphale hands you cocoa, finalizing the matter, “I think we’ll get along just fine, my dear.”

******

Countless hours later you’re sandwiched between them on a plush couch, Aziraphale (he insisted you didn’t have to call him Mr. Fell) with a book on his lap and Crowley with a drink in his hand. You’re halfway listening to the story Aziraphale tells, still delirious and in disbelief that you scored a job and somehow gained two companions you’ve felt you have known ages. The hours passed by quicker than you imagined and you didn’t want to leave.

Months without a job and companionship have you linger in the doorway and you smile at them fondly, hating to leave but you walk back into the rain in your borrowed coat that fits your form.

You hadn’t remembered it fitting so well before, the universe worked in mysterious ways. But, you found a thread of hope, warmth, love and acceptance and you sure as hell aren’t letting go of it for anything.

Joy fills your heart as you walk out the bookshop door Crowley holds for you and Aziraphale presses a kiss to your hand, wishing you well. You don’t think you’ve been more excited for a job-or anything than you have now. No more moments you would take for granted now that you had them, a life complete and full of laughter and love.

******

Time was cruel and a fickle thing. Two figures stand on a hill under a tree, leaning into each other, what others wouldn’t see is the phantom hand resting between their palms, one of a lover past, a companion dear to them slipping into another world.

Time could be cruel, but it had given an angel and a demon a mortal companion to care for alongside each other and blessing or cursing time, one thing is for certain, they were grateful for all the moments, no matter how limited, that they got to spend with you. And they had a silly little resume and a fateful deluge of rain to thank for it.

The taller one carefully drapes a long coat around the headstone, the shorter one following suit with a bouquet of flowers. In their arms they find solace, the ghost of you a mere fragment of their millennia of existence but they would live it over and again if only to be with you.

******

#ineffable husbands x reader #crowley x reader #aziraphale x reader #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens imagine #good omens s2 #gos2 #crowley x reader x aziraphale

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 7 months

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The Next Step

Being stuck on Mount Tantiss gave Tech plenty of time to think, and now that he’s been rescued, he wants to take the next step with you.

(Or the one where #TechLives and you both live happily ever after).

Pairing: Tech x f!reader

Word count: 5k

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and sweetness, first time/loss of virginity, consensual recording (it’s a hobby), a lil’ cheesy pickup line, use of sex toy, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), unprotected PiV, praise, soft aftercare, some small mentions of Tech’s sacrifice on Eriadu.

A/N: This can be read as a standalone or follow-on from Trial and Error.

Translations: kotep verd’ner – my brave soldier

Warm water lapped over your toes, crystal clear and dazzling in the midday sun. The soft sand beneath your feet gave a little, shifting with the tide. In the distance, you could hear the birds chirping, the island’s fisherman pulling their boats up to the rebuilt dock, and the squeal of children enjoying their lunch break from school. Pabu was a little slice of paradise.

You couldn’t believe your luck. Years of running jobs for Cid, finding yourself in endless sticky situations, had all ended when she’d shoved you on a ship with four men and their little sister. You weren’t alone now – they’d made that abundantly clear after the first few jobs together.

And then you’d fallen for him. With those soft brown eyes and exceptional mind.

A smile tugged at your lips as you remembered the first time you’d kissed him, as he’d discovered how much joy could be garnered from pressing his lips to another’s – both softly and a little wildly.

It was always the nerds.

In the past, you would’ve raced through all the milestones of a relationship, but something about Tech made you want to take things slow. To savour every moment. He wasn’t shy, per-say, just inexperienced. However, it didn’t stop him from falling down holonet rabbit holes, some of which you’d had to pull him out of and correct the information.

It had been six months since your first kiss, and although he was quick to steal more from you whenever he could – chaste kisses before jobs and heavy make-out sessions afterwards – it hadn’t really progressed a lot more than that.

Sure, he reached for your hand more frequently when you were out together, knowing you enjoyed it, and some nights, those skilled hands of his would slip under your clothes for gentle exploration. But he hadn’t asked for anything more. And that was okay. For a short while, you’d worried that he wasn’t physically attracted to you, but he’d squashed those concerns the moment you’d raised them.

Slowly, you turned, leaving the ocean behind to snag a towel and dry off your feet before sliding your sandals back on. Grabbing your small bag and towel, you slowly walked up the island towards your home.

Well, it wasn’t just your home.

Shep had been kind enough to give you and the Batch a house – and the boys had their own rooms for the first time. Omega had more space than the gunner’s nest on the Marauder, too. You had your own room, but often, you ended up in Tech’s, sprawled on his bed when he tinkered late into the night or curled up at his side when he decided to get some rest.

A few of the island’s residents were starting to become familiar, and you offered them small smiles and waves as you headed back towards the house. The path grew steeper, the gravel shifting as you climbed higher, until you eventually reached the cosy home perched high on the island – with a stunning ocean view. You could also see the central plaza and the Marauder from the back windows of the house.

With no need to lock doors in such a small community, you stepped inside and sighed as the cool air cocooned you, sweeping away the heat in your skin from being out in the sunshine. Bags deposited by the door, you searched for the boys and Omega. Moving from room to room, you were surprised to find the house quiet. It was only until you checked the kitchen for the second time that you spotted a hastily scribbled note on the counter in Hunter’s handwriting.

‘Looking at rebuilding the community hall. Home later.’

You chuckled, leaving the note on the counter before snagging a bottle of water from the fridge. You had time to kill – time alone, which was a rarity. For a moment, you gazed out of the living room window, out at the endless stretch of the ocean, before making your way upstairs. There were a few bedroom doors off the hallway, but you made a beeline for one in particular.

It swung open quickly, the familiar scent of vanilla and the tang of burning pine flooding your nose, even with the open window and a light breeze rolling in. Casting your eyes to the messy workbench pushed against the far wall, you smiled – that pine smell, he’d been soldering something again. His kit crate lay partially open beside the bench, armour stashed inside while his helmet sat on the floor beside it.

The sound of the shower in the adjacent bathroom turning off made your smile widen. You weren’t alone, after all. Leaning back against the door, it clicked shut quietly, and you moved through the room. The bed was neatly made with a fresh set of clothes laid out on it – such a juxtaposition compared to the workbench – and there were new scribbles on the chipped chalkboard that had been commandeered from the island school when they’d been clearing out their supply closet. Marvelling at the equations and diagrams, you knew you wouldn’t have a hope in hell’s chance of deciphering them and could never compete with Tech’s mind.

Eyes roving across the workbench, the soldering pen was still out, but nothing that he could’ve been working on. Your brows furrowed. It wasn’t like him to hide away his projects.

The bathroom door opened, warm air breezing into the bedroom momentarily before you saw him. For a second, he froze in the doorway, surprise on his handsome features, which soon melted into a soft smile. “Hello, darling.”

Your stomach flip-flopped, just like it did every time you heard the affectionate pet name fall from his lips. You’d confessed what it did to you late one night, curled up in bed together. He’d chuckled, and ever since then, you’d noticed him watching your reaction each time he used it, the smugness that crossed his features when he saw how your breath caught.

“Well, this is a nice surprise…” You replied, watching as he stepped into the room. Droplets of water rolled down his body across tanned skin and defined muscle, skimming scars from his fall on Eriadu and his time in Hemlock’s hands. He might not have been as built as his brothers – certainly didn’t have Wrecker’s size or Hunter’s broad shoulders – but he was still exquisite.

Your eyes continued downwards, watching as the water rolled across the ridges of his abs and then disappeared as it reached the towel wrapped around his narrow hips. “A very nice surprise.” You added cheekily, gaze flitting up to find a light flush across Tech’s cheeks.

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him in so little – nor was it the first time you’d openly admired him – but you’d never pushed it further.

“I was not expecting you home so soon,” Tech commented, his eyes roaming your body. That sweet little dress you were wearing did very little to hide your figure. “I shall have to move my timeline up and adjust my plan.” He stated, lifting a hand to push his goggles back up.

“Your timeline and plan?” You question, arching an eyebrow. Pinpricks of heat swept across your body as he admired you, but he made no move to change into his clean clothes. Instead, he leaned against the bathroom doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. Following the lines of him, you were borderline drooling – mind swirling with thoughts of his strong arms and talented hands. The faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Mhm.” Tech made a slight noise of confirmation, enjoying the way you devoured him with your eyes. He’d always been confident in his abilities, in his exceptional mind and skill, but compared to his brothers, he’d never been as confident about his body. He knew he looked good – a lifetime of training and fighting had him in top shape – but he’d often been overlooked by the fairer sex.

You hadn’t overlooked him, though.

The thought made Tech smile and reaffirmed his decision to pursue a romantic relationship with you. “I had devised a plan for today. And although I will have to adjust it, I hope you are still happy to participate.” He voiced.

You paused, brows furrowing a little. “Do I get to know what the plan is first?” You asked. Truth be told, you’d happily do anything with your genius.

Tech pushed off the doorframe, arms falling to his side as he approached you. “I had hoped to find you at the beach this afternoon.” He stated as he neared the bed, hand reaching down to skim his fingers along the soft fabric of the shirt he’d picked out.

You noted that it was a new addition to his wardrobe and was your favourite colour.

“I had a walk along the beach planned, a small stop at the ice cream shop I’ve noticed you staring at longingly a few times, and then a slow return here.” Tech laid out his plan, eyes drifting from the shirt to you, though his fingers remained smoothing the garment.

Your lips curved into a pleased smile. “You were planning a date.” Your voice hints at teasing, but you can’t mask how touched you are.

Tech’s fingers paused, his head tilting slightly as he steeled himself. “Amongst other things.”

Your brows furrowed again. What else could he have planned? “Other things?”

Pulling his hand away from his shirt, Tech closed the distance between you in two strides, leaving him towering over you. Hooking his fingers under your chin, he tilted your head up so you could meet his gaze. “Mhm.” He confirmed, stroking his thumb across your lower lip.

His eyes had something different – a new intensity, a heat. And the confident way he dragged his thumb across your lip sent sparks of warmth into your belly. “Oh…oh!” Realisation dawned on you, eyes widening as you put the pieces together.

Tech watches as you catch on, and while he’s the picture of confidence outwardly, his mind is working overtime, and his heart is hammering wildly. “Only with your enthusiastic consent, of course.”

“Oh, that won’t be an issue!” You chuckled, your surprise melting into delight that he was broaching this. Your hands found his flanks, sweeping down shower-warmed skin, making the muscles twitch. “But is this what you want?”

“Yes.” He stated with absolute certainty. “It is what I want. You are who I want.” The only company he’d had during his time in Hemlock’s hands had been his own, and his mind had often wandered to you, to thoughts of your sweet smile and laughter, the way you looked at him like he hung all the stars in the galaxy. He’d been filled with regret that your time together had been cut short, that he might never get to kiss you again. But then you’d rescued him – along with Omega and Crosshair – and now he wouldn’t waste a moment of the second chance he’d been given.

The warmth in your belly grew, cheeks heating up as you pushed onto your tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Only if you’re sure. I’m still happy to wait.” You kept the door open for him to change his mind.

Tech slid an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. You were too sweet. “Whilst I appreciate the sentiment, darling, I have never been more certain of anything in my life.” He lifted you easily, gently setting you down on the bed’s edge.

Your hands splayed at your sides to stabilise yourself as you were placed down, your fingers finding the edge of his new shirt, reminding you of the date he had planned. “Wait…no ice-cream first?” You pouted.

Tech couldn’t help but smile, crowding into your space a little as he cupped your face, gazing into your eyes. He could spend eternity getting lost in them. “So greedy.” He murmured playfully.

“You adore it.” You replied, subconsciously leaning into his touch. You were careful not to use the word ‘love’ – you hadn’t gone there yet, worried about frightening him away even though you knew that’s the feeling swirling inside of you was.

It had only been three months after your first kiss when he’d sacrificed himself so you could all get away safely on Eriadu. The memory of him looking at you with such longing right before he’d shot the railing had haunted you the entire time he’d been gone. During that time, between bouts of rage and hysteria, you’d come to accept how much you loved him. It had been nothing short of a miracle when you and the boys had stormed Mount Tantiss and found him submerged in a bacta tank, somehow still clinging on to life.

Amusement danced across Tech’s face. “I adore you.” He corrected, gently dipping his head down to kiss your lips softly. His hands left your face, smoothing down your throat until he reached the straps of your dress. Carefully, he pushed them down, his lips finding your collarbone for a series of delicate kisses. He may not have Hunter’s heightened senses, but he was focused on your body and every little expression that crossed your beautiful face. “If you do not wish to go further at any point, please alert me.” He murmured against your skin.

“That won’t be an issue.” You repeated your earlier words, a sigh of contentment leaving you as more kisses were pressed to your shoulders.

His hands slid down your body, cataloguing every curve and dip, mapping you out as if he hadn’t run his hands over your body hundreds of times since that first kiss. He found the hem of your dress, and with your assistance, he pulled the garment up and off your body. You were a beautiful mix of fierceness and softness to him – he’d seen you take down TK Troopers with no remorse to protect him as you fled Tantiss. Yet, he’d also seen you cry at holo documentaries about small animals finding their mates. He’d seen you threaten criminals and pirates, unafraid to go toe to toe, and yet here you sat on his bed, all soft and sweet in nothing but a tantalising pair of panties and matching bra.

As your dress fluttered to the floor, the warmth of Tech’s palm pressed to your sternum, and you felt his other hand slide to the nape of your neck, cradling you as he slowly lowered you down flat onto the bed. Instinctively, your arms looped around his neck, bringing him down as your lips found each other again. The rough scratch of the towel against your bare thigh as his weight settled above you was enticing.

“Want me to lead?” You asked as the kiss broke, conscious he’d asked you to lead initially when you’d first kissed. And given this was another first for him…

Tech shook his head slightly, peppering kisses along your jawline and throat. “I would like to lead in this instance, please.”

A soft noise slid from your lips as he kissed his way down. “Lead away, kotep verd’ner.”

Tech groaned at the pet name, heart racing as he scattered kisses along your shoulder while his fingers slid up, hooking under your bra straps. He could feel the nerves settling in his gut – it might be his first time, but he wanted this to be perfect for you. Carefully, he slid down the straps, moving back ever so slightly so you could pull your arms free before his hands were on you again, reaching for the tiny front clasp on your bra.

He watched as you met his gaze, but then your eyes flickered to the side for a moment, and he paused, realisation slamming into him. He couldn’t do that to you. Not without permission, at least. His hand left your body momentarily, reaching for the camera attached to his goggles, and he pulled slightly to break the magnetic connection.

You watched as he started to pry the camera off, and before you could stop yourself, your fingers were wrapping around his wrist, halting his movement. “You can leave it there.” You whispered, unsure where this sudden streak of boldness had come from. You’d never been intimately filmed before, and while you couldn’t deny the nervousness bubbling inside you, you knew he’d encrypt it within an inch of its life and never let anyone else see it. “I trust you.”

Tech’s expression softened, warmth curling up with the desire he could feel building. He pressed the camera back into place, the magnets snapping it securely before his hands were back on you, undoing the front clasp of your bra in one smooth motion. Fabric pushed aside, his lips parted as he inhaled sharply. He knew you were beautiful, but Maker above.

Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you watched as he admired you, swallowing thickly as he explored your body. Tentative hands smoothed across your ribcage, fingers brushing over the swell of your breasts. The feather-light touches pulled a little noise of pleasure from you, back arching to chase the warmth of him as his confidence grew. His head dipped down, lips trailing over soft flesh, tongue following, swirling around your rapidly pebbling nipples.

A jolt of pleasure rushed through you, and you reached for him, threading your fingers through his hair, gasping as he laved attention to your body. More sounds of delight left you as you felt the firm press of his cock against your thigh. The warmth inside you grew. Yet, with your hands on him, you could also feel how tense he was. While everything he was doing was marvellous, he was calculating and worrying, and you couldn’t have that. This should be fun and driven by instinct and desire.

“That a blaster in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” You teased, knowing the line was corny but hoping it’d catch him off guard and make him relax.

It had the desired effect. Tech snorted, lips curving into a smile against your breasts. The tension eased from his shoulders. Somehow, you always know the right thing to say. “I am always happy to see you, darling.” He murmured, tongue flicking across your nipples again, chuckling at your squeak of surprise.

He kissed down your body, eyes roving up to meet yours, and you could see how much more at ease he appeared as he knelt at the side of the bed, hands at your hips to drag you to the edge. Deft fingers slid under the elastic of your underwear, and he slowly pried them down, your hips canting upwards to help as he eased the fabric off. His eyes stayed on yours for a heartbeat until he glanced between your thighs.

Tech prayed all the research he’d done – and the absolutely hypothetical questions he’d fired at Hunter – would help. He traced his fingers gently across your inner thighs, watching with delight as you shivered. His lips followed in their wake, brushing your soft skin until he reached your soaked folds. He’d barely touched you, yet you were so needy for him. It made his mind spin as he leaned in, finally tasting you, groaning lowly as your desire coated his tongue and lips.

Soft kitten licks, fingers stroking along your thighs, Tech took his time tasting you, exploring you. He pressed his tongue into you, slowly licking up before he flicked it over your clit, making you moan. Your hand slid back into his hair, the other grasping the bedsheets. The noises falling from your lips were driving him crazy, his cock hard and straining against the towel around his waist, but he refused to touch himself, focussing instead on your pleasure.

Hips rocked as you chased his tongue; you were desperate for more. With every lick, every kiss, the edge drew tantalisingly closer. Fingers tangled in his hair and the bedsheets, you didn’t register Tech’s subtle movements until his tongue disappeared just as you teetered on the edge – but your despair was short-lived as cool, vibrating metal was pressed firmly against your clit. The pleasure hit its peak, flinging you into your orgasm. Crying out his name with your head thrown back, your hips and thighs shook as you rode through it, the vibrations slowing until they disappeared entirely, and his warm mouth was back on you, lapping up your release.

Tech greedily took what he could, letting out a deep moan as he licked his lips, pulling back to look up the length of your body. You looked divine with a thin sheen of sweat on your skin, parted lips, and messy hair.

Pride bloomed in his chest at having made you this way, but he could see a question tangled with the wild look in your eyes. With one hand, he lifted the small device he’d finished only 30 minutes before you’d entered his room, his eyes darting to his workbench in answer, a smug smile on his lips.

Laughter escaped you before you could stop it, amusement creasing your features as you sank back into the mattress, catching your breath. Of course, he’d made something special for this moment.

Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you hook your fingers under his chin, not too dissimilar to his earlier action, and draw him onto the bed beside you. He complied, eagerness shining in his eyes as he watched you push him flat and straddle him, the most devastatingly pretty moan fleeing his lips as you ground down against his hard cock. Grasping at the towel, you undid it, shifting to let it fall open.

Lips latching onto his throat, you smattered kisses down his body, finding every spot that made him twitch and shiver, that pulled grunts and sharp inhales from him. You spent a moment longer kissing one of the particularly brutal scars on his body, left behind from his fall, and sent a silent thanks to the Maker for giving him back to you.

And then you reached your destination. You’d had your hands on him, albeit over clothes, but now you get the whole experience. His cock is achingly hard – thick and just the right length, with a slight curve to the left. You catch the flex of his hands against the bedsheets, the only outward sign that he’s nervous, and you ease his worry by wrapping your fingers around him, sliding your lips over the tip to lap up the small bead of pre-cum. The tangy taste of him explodes on your tongue.

It’s like being in heaven. Tech’s hips bucked as the soft wetness of your mouth enveloped him, gasping as your hand tightened around him and you gave a few slow bobs of your head. Nothing in the galaxy had ever felt this good – not the satisfaction of cracking a complex calculation or a challenging mission that had finally swung in their favour. Even the few times he’d taken himself in hand to work off some stress had never felt this good.

Glancing down his body, one of his hands scraped through your hair, keeping it off your face. He watched how your lips stretched around him, your cheeks hollowed, and your eyes closed as you moaned around him. Cursing under his breath as you looked up at him a moment later, lips and tongue sliding along his length, he knew this memory would be seared into his brain for the rest of his life – and would likely be his most replayed recording. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered reverently, the words escaping him before he could even think to stop them. The surprise and delight in your eyes at the praise only added to his pleasure.

And while everything you were doing took him to new heights, ones he never thought he’d reach in his short lifetime, Tech reluctantly stopped you with a gentle hand on your cheek. “I will not last long if you continue, darling.” He admitted, feeling the heat in his cheeks.

With a quiet ‘pop,’ your mouth leaves him, the ache between your thighs growing. Your hands settled against his chest as he shifted you both, rolling you onto your back so he could rest above you, one arm holding up his weight. Desire and adoration curled inside you as he gazed down at you, head ducking to steal a sweet kiss. Thighs parting slowly, you made more room for him.

His free hand wrapped around his cock, and he adjusted your position to line himself up with you, brushing his tip through your soaked folds, making you both stifle a moan. He paused momentarily, eyes focused on yours, searching for any hint of you having changed your mind. Instead, he was met with your encouraging smile.

As Tech canted his hips, the stretch was almost immediate. A low whine left you as he slowly pressed forward, giving you time to adjust as he buried himself inch by inch inside you until he bottomed out, hips flush. You couldn’t keep your gaze off him the entire time, watching his eyes close and his jaw clench as he savoured the tight, wet heat.

Tech had thought your mouth on his cock was heaven, but he’d been wrong. Being buried balls-deep in your tight, warm body was actual heaven. Eyes opening, he looked down, breath catching at the sight of you sprawled beneath him, your chest rising and falling rapidly, desire swirling in your gorgeous eyes. “You look so beautiful taking all of me.” He murmured, giving a slow roll of his hips.

Your combined noises of pleasure filled the air. His sweet drag in and out of you was exquisite – thick enough for a delicious stretch and long enough to hit that glorious spot inside you when he pressed back in. Your head tilted back, a quiet curse falling from your lips as he started to thrust, setting a comfortable pace.

The hand Tech had used to guide himself into you moved to your hip, gently grasping you, keeping you in place. Every nerve in his body felt alight. You’re so perfect, and for a moment, he can’t wrap his head around you being his.

You’ve had lovers before – sometimes for a night and sometimes for a little longer – but you’ve never loved them. Not like you do the man above you now, who plans sweet dates and is always reaching for you, who spends his downtime tinkering and making things with your pleasure in mind.

The pleasure builds with every roll of his hips, every deep press of himself into you. Your hands scramble at the rumpled bedsheets, hips rising as you meet his thrusts.

“You feel so good, darling. Taking me so well.” Tech murmured above you, focused on holding back his release a little longer. He lets go of your hip, fingers burrowing between your bodies until he finds your clit, wanting you to come before he does.

A few firm circles and a couple more thrusts were all it took for you to fall apart, crying out his name as your release slammed into you, sweeping you up. Eyes shutting, you shuddered and gasped through the pleasure. Every thought in your mind was gone, warmth seeping through your body as you came down from the high, feeling Tech pressing urgent kisses across your cheek.

“I cannot…where?” Tech gritted out. Watching you fall apart beneath him had been magnificent, knowing he’d taken you there again. And the way your body had tightened around his…

“Inside.” Your decision was quick, knowing the small implant in your arm would prevent anything from happening. Tech was also aware of it, having discovered it one night while his hands mapped your body.

His forehead came to rest against yours as he gave a few more quick thrusts. And then he went still, pressing himself as deep inside of you as possible as his thighs shook, body going taut. His deep moan as he filled you sent a shiver skittering down your spine. It was such a rough, raw sound from such a mild-mannered man.

Foreheads still pressed together, both of you spent a second catching your breath, coming down from the high together. “Thank you.” Tech broke the silence, gently kissing your lips.

A delighted hum escaped you at the sweet gesture, and you returned his kiss happily. “You don’t have to thank me.” You insisted in a whisper, bringing your hands up to brush through his hair and across his shoulders, enjoying the contact.

His lips found yours again, a more sensual kiss this time, but still languid. With care, he eased out of you, murmuring for you to stay put as he disappeared out of the bedroom door – still completely naked, you noted with some amusement.

The moment alone allowed your mind to wander, a smile tugging at your lips as you caught sight of the small vibrator at the edge of the bed. Sitting up, you went to reach for it just as Tech returned, a damp cloth in one hand and…

Laughter filled the room, a grin breaking across your face as he handed you a small takeaway tub of ice cream from the little shop down at the seafront. Taking the spoon he offered, you stared at him and his smirk with unabashed adoration. The bed dipped under his weight as he sat, carefully using the damp cloth to clean away the evidence of your lovemaking. He tossed it aside once you were suitably cleaned, scooting next to you.

The first spoonful of ice cream was delicious, melting on your tongue, exploding with flavour, and chasing away the heat simmering in your body. Scooping up some more, you offered it to Tech, who leant forward and accepted the offering, joy dancing in his soft eyes as he swallowed. He’d swung by the shop earlier today, just in case.

As he watched you eat, he couldn’t keep his hands off you, running them up your bare thighs and across the softness of your stomach and breasts.

“You always think of everything.” You commented once you’d finished your latest mouthful, offering him another spoonful.

Tech gladly took it, enjoying the refreshing treat as his eyes wandered over you in his bed, sated and happy. He could get used to this. “I always think of you.”

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i'd love to hear about manmaru metadede !!! i heard it's really Gay but no one ever details it. not a lot of it is translated too, as far as i know, but i really like it.. any excuse to talk about something you like is good too

NO YEA not a lot is translated and the manga itself is already more niche compared to like, mopupupu so its not too well known. translation efforts have really started picking up the past year though (shoutout to @/kirby-manga-translated they do great work). if it needed to be restated for new followers since i havent tl'd in a while, i know a decent amount of japanese so i read them on my own :)c

shoutout to my guy @/rosakikoza as well for giving me his scans hehe. the majority of images below are his or taken from his scans. the rest are mine

*deep breath* the tangent. im gonna need to put this under a cut dont mind me 😍😍😍 did i say 3 paragraphs? i meant 20. like 20 paragraphs

meta knight is absolutely pathetic and incredibly down bad for dedede this manga. its adorable. multiple people ive talked to or seen have come to the conclusion it seems like he has a huge crush on him. a quick brief for those who dont know but this mangas meta is admittedly Veryyyyy different from how you'd expect a meta knight to be. uncharacteristically friendly and cheerful and. pathetic is really the best word for it. hes kinda a loser. incredibly protective of dedede, he switches between two modes of fussing over him quite a bit and semi-often going into incredible rage bloodlust modes over protecting him or his image (youll see a good amount of jp fanwork depict this version of him as a yandere for that reason)

theres also been more than one occasion where meta knight tries to commit seppuku upon accidently doing something he sees as unforgivable towards his king (its in the chapter i just screenshotted above too, another time he broke dededes clock and freaked out about it). i-. dont consider this a cute ship thing for the record im just stating it to emphasize the extent of metas obsession towards dedede this manga. the mans got Problems...

apart from that, also quite differing from most interpretations of both of them, both of them seem to genuinely really like spending time around each other all the time. it comes off as casually domestic and is very cute...

regardless of my attempts to brief it, i dont feel like im explaining this very well so lemme just show you a frankly ridiculous amount of reasons for why i keep feeling like this mangaka ships metadede

-fake kiss: self explanatory

-fake proposal: also self explanatory

mk: Will you marry me!?

ddd: Yes!

context for this scene is that theyre rehearsing for a play, but actually its later revealed that meta knight is playing the princess while dedede is playing the male protag so im not exactly sure it makes sense that hes the one proposing here. my speculation is that to make the proposal seem legit for the gag they Had to use meta LMAO but thats just my take

also to be noted, right after kirby hears the proposal he immediately runs off and tries to tell everyone the news before ddd+mk stop him and explain that its fake. hes not thrown off or weirded out at the idea that they could be getting married in the slightest. kirby says gay rights Real i love him sm

-this one is from what i call the memory loss chapter:

dedede loses his memories from getting hit in the head too hard. the gang figures out that beating dedede up or otherwise causing him injury causes him to regain some of them back though, to which kirby attempts to harm him with increasingly violent means, much to meta knights horror. mk spends the entire chapter trying to protect dedede from him, and it doesnt work obviously, but after a particularly hard hit dedede remembers everyone again... except for meta knight. to which meta knight gets upset about and lets kirby lay into dedede for real. you see where people get the yandere personality from now right. i dont recall this trait coming out too often but ill talk more about it later

-the whole chapter thats a cinderella retelling with dedede and meta knight. also also self explanatory COME ON LOOK AT THIS ONE. LOOK AT IT.

mk: Y…You're…

ddd: Wow, he's so beautiful!! It's like I'm dreaming…!

-theres the mangaka chapter which is a more recent one

the gang makes manga for dedede. meta knight's manga is about how cool, brave, and heroic dedede is. mysteriously enough however the only thing hes good at is drawing dededes face and nothing else. the implications of this one drive me absolutely insane. is it supposed to imply that meta knight stares at his face all day?? admires his appearance??? he looks at him so much he basically has his face memorized????? HUH???????? theres no heterosexual explanation for this. acting like a teenager with a crush out here got damn

=various images im sharing out of context because they r cute

head pats. holding hands and reaching the goal together. peak.

KNIGHT DRESSUP FOR THE KNIGHT. AHAAHGH

ddd: Hoho, pretty spiffy don'cha think?

mk: Ohh!? It suits you!!

fellas is it gay to shout "OHH! META KNIGHT!!" with a dopey grin on your face upon being saved like a damsel in distress

sometimes meta knight acts domestic as fuck too. his copy abilities as he states are: cook! clean!! and sleep!!!

regarding my thoughts on their dynamic in this series overall, i think theyre absolutely adorable. meta knight emits dog energy in this one. eager golden retriever towards dedede, though dedede has his sweet moments towards meta knight too. (viewing it with a shipping lens just for this post ofc) while meta is the more active crusher, some of the stuff above seems to imply that dedede has feelings in return as well :') they just get along really well too its great. theres a different chapter where they perform as a comedy duo. theyve done plays in multiple chapters. its my hc for these versions of them that they love doing performances of all kinds together and do a lot of rehearsals and writing in their free time...

and the yandere stuff i feel like i should address as well. i try not to take some aspects Too seriously because its to be expected things are over emphasized for the sake of the joke with gag mangas. but oh man the man definitely has problems. he needs therapy. i tried to be transparent in listing those aspects as well so people can make their own conclusions on it But theres one more thing id like to mention regarding that

meta knights personality has been shifting to be different from what i listed, as of the most recent volume. my beloved forgotten land arc... a first for this series in that, while the chapters still retain their gag humor and dont take themselves that seriously, its a serialized story that mostly follows along with the game plot that lasts nearly the whole volume (as opposed to other game arcs in this manga being episodic stories, using the games as their theme rather than a full on setting). with the more serious tone of the serialized story, theres a frankly startling hint of character development i never wouldve expected from a gag manga at the end of it

kirby gets ko'd the first round of the meta knight cup so meta knight joins the meta knight cup instead. turns out when he does that the final boss of the cup is dedede. meta knight Really doesnt want to hurt dedede and so dedede promptly kicks his ass without a second thought and wins the tournament. while the crowd cheers for dedede's victory, meta and dedede have a small talk where dedede tells him he doesnt need to fuss so much about hurting him/him getting hurt. presumably this is supposed to mark the end of meta knights intense overprotectiveness because (its never been clear-cut due to the nature of the manga previously, so its a lil hard to say) dededes shown he can handle himself, or like, isnt some fragile thing. i really hope itll stick around because i think its a great addition to both of their characters. the meta-knights have also been appearing way more frequently as of very recent chapters (ones that havent been compiled into a volume yet) which seem to also hint to meta knight getting more independence to his character from dedede's loyal servant. im very excited to see where it goes :D

and like, last last disclaimer if anyone needed it; even tho i love metadede and i like to see things through ship glasses sometimes i absolutely try my best to keep my biases out of my translations. putting out accurate translations means a lot to me! this entire post is me purposely putting the ship glasses on so please dont take it as "omg metadede is canon in this manga". you know way back when i was the only active translator for this manga someone tweeted at the mangaka on twitter mentioning that there were english translations around and he replied to that person. didnt respond to the fan translation thing specifically but the fact that he could know who i am definitely kinda terrifies me. if anyone goes around saying that his manga is the metadede manga because of me and he even has the slightest sliver of a chance of seeing that i will kill yall fr LOL

#asks #anonymous #metadede

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