Anon #1: Yeah I plan to! I thought I remembered Blaze mentioning it briefly in one of his top list videos which got me interested in looking it up myself so I would definitely take that into consideration while making the analysis!
Anon #2: Oh yeah, that’s a great idea! I hadn’t thought of that before, but I’ll definitely try to :0 And no I hadn’t really thought about it too much. Don’t get me wrong I love Juzo and he’s probably my favorite DR3 character, but I still think he took it a bit too far even with Hajime throwing the first punch since Juzo’s supposed to be a school employee and Hajime is a minor.
between that bodhi vs s/nape post & the are you a finn apologist post i have lost 10 years of my life!!! people need to ask themselves why they are demonizing these 2 characters of color!!! You all LOVE the “bad guy” (even tho these 2 literally never hurt a soul lmao) turned Hero but I guess that only applies to white dudes lol
guys I’m so sorry I’m a lame scrub and it’s taken me so long to get this up. I also am not very proud of it and it isn’t really the way I wanted this to end but I ran out of ideas so… love you guys tho thank you so much for the support.
I couldn’t thank Calum enough for being there for me. It meant a lot and I never would have found out about the feelings Luke had otherwise.
I had all of the dinner with my parents to decide what I would do with the information. By the end of the dinner I had build up the nerve to go talk to him.
I went into the bathroom of the expensive restaurant my parents took me too. Making sure most of my makeup was rubbed off and not lining my eyes.
If I wanted to stay confident I had to do this now. I say goodbye to my parents and make my way to Luke’s. I have no idea if he is home but I was willing to wait.
When I arrive at his apartments, sitting in my car for minutes trying to regain the amount of faith I had at the restaurant.
My hands are shaking once I finally get out of the car. The sun is setting, a chill washes over my body as goosebumps settle over my bare legs.
His door is unlocked when I twist the knob, walking into a warm living room.
I step deeper into the house,he standing in the kitchen.
“Hey what? Too good to reply to my texts.” Luke says when he sees me.
I watch his eyes travel down my body, his eyes make my skin burn.
“I was busy.” I say, the slightest tone of annoyance laced my words.
His eyebrows etch together in confusion before remembering.
“Oh shit!” He curses. “Oh shit!” He says louder, running his hands roughly through his hair.
His eyes close and when they open his eyes are an icy blue generating all sorts of emotions.
“Your art reveal. Oh my gosh I can’t believe I forgot.” He groans to himself.
I shake my head, that’s the last thing on my mind anymore. I want to know do what calum said was really true.
Have all the feelings I’ve felt for Luke been regenerated by him. Does he wish I was more than a friend?
“Luke, it’s okay. Really.” I say. I step forward, placing a hand in the cool granite of the counter.
“No. It’s not, I’m such a shitty person. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He mutters over and over again.
I reach and touch his arm with my other hand. He finally goes quiet from his rambling and just looks at me.
His eyes moving once again down my body before settling on my face.
I look up at him, smiling at his guilt and how content he is after my touch.
“Luke.” I take a step closer to him.
I can hear his breathing accelerate as my lips part. I want to ask him how his dinner was and if she was still here.
My brain seems to not be able to form any thoughts but the one about the proximity of how close Luke is to me and the words calum said.
I have no idea what to say.
“In broke up with Arzaylea tonight. I just wants to tell you that because I haven’t been completely honest with you. She was taking away from time with my friend and well you and I-” He starts his obsessive rambling.
One of the only things I actually heard him say is that he broke up with Arzaylea. He broke up with her!
Overwhelmed with all the emotions tonight I just wanted to feel something that is real. I grab the back of his neck and pull him down to me. His lips meet mine in such a delicate way.
Such a different feeling from anything I’ve ever experienced but I know it’s real.
He kisses me back, his hand moving up to rest on my hip. My hand slides from the back of his neck into his blond curls.
His pink lips mold to mine, his soft tongue requesting entrance in my mouth. For once things were actually working out between us and nothing has ever felt so good.
When we finally pull away the room is filled with silence. The kind that makes you wonder what the other person is thinking.
His eyes continue to burn into me. I want tell him so many things but talking will simply ruin the moment.
Instead I show him my affection by reaching my hand up and stroking his face. His leans into my hand, his eye fluttering closed.
Electricity shoots through my body. Excitement and relief flood my body. I can’t believe Luke and I didn’t talk sooner. We felt the same way the whole time and fear is what stopped us from ever realizing it.
“I’m so sorry.” He apologizes again.
“Luke really, I told you it’s okay.” I say.
He opens his eyes, the blueness of them never ceases to amaze me.
“No. For everything, for not speaking up about how I feel sooner. For staying with Arzaylea for so long. I just didn’t know how to handle it. I was so scared that it would ruin our friendship if I said anything. So I think I was just distracting myself with Arzaylea because don’t know what I would do without you.” Luke says.
I smile, my cheeks heating. “I don’t know what I would do without you either.”
My brain is filled with thoughts of Luke and I as children. We giggled as we innocently shared our first kiss in the trees house we practically lived in.
I always found myself wanted to go back to the time but now that Luke and I have finally come clean I’m happy to be living in the moment.
‘Come and find me.’ I text Luke.
It’s been a couple weeks since my art show. So far it’s gotten really good reviews and it’s even been featured in Sydney’s newspapers.
Because of the publicity I’ve been contacted by other artists who want to see more of my work and asked to teach an art class.
We are at my parents for a dinner party. With all the family and friends over Luke and I have barely been able to talk to each other.
I giggle when I see his response.
‘Easy. I always win this game:)’
It’s true, even as kids no matter how good I thought my hiding spot was Luke always found me almost right away.
From outside I can hear my back for open. Feet crunch the fallen leaves and soon enough the door to the tree house swings open.
“Told you.” He grins.
He stocks oven to me, bending down so he doesn’t hit his head. This treehouse was built for us as kids and isn’t quite tall enough to support the 6 foot boy has become.
My face gets red as he sits next to me. He leans over, kissing me.
No matter how many times that’s happened in the past couple weeks I can’t get myself to get use to it. My whole body reacts to him, my mind fuzzy.
I lay back and he comes with me, laying between my legs. He already knows the things that drive me crazy for him.
His hips hesitantly drive forward making me moan involuntarily.
He plays with my tongue, biting my lip as he pulls away.
His eyes glance down at my body, my shirt curving along my breasts. Luke looks up at me with his wild cobalt as asking for permission.
I nod eagerly, I’ve been craving his touch. His long fingers tugging my shirt down to reveal my braless chest.
I hear him suck in a quick breath as he takes in my body.
The cold air bites at my nipple, making it harden. My skin feels hot against his. He dips his head down again, his lips connecting with my neck leaving wet kisses.
I can feel his hand slide down my body, I shudder when he brushes over the front of my pants.
I spread my legs a little wider, giving him consent. He struggles to unzip my pants with one hand as the other one cups my bare chest.
I help him, sliding my pants to my ankles.
We use to play in this tree house as kids. Now we are all grown up doing more… adult things.
All the memories I have in this tree house, this will be one I’m happy to keep.
His fingers rub circles on my clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves sending shock waves through my body.
My hand grips his upper arms roughly, I moan into his mouth.
His long blond hair tickles my forehead. His swollen lips attacking mine gently.
He moves to my neck, leaving marks.
I scold him, saying my parents could see. His lip moves to my ear, biting the lobe.
I moan his name, trying to clamp my legs together as I come close. His skilled hands still touching me.
“I love you.” He whispers his confession into my ear.
That along with other factors make me come undone.
All the while he whispers sweet words into my ear like the way we use to tell secrets as kids.
I don’t know if he meant as more than friends but when I said it back it felt right both ways.
a/n: so that is all the parts I was planning on doing for this story. If I think of anything else or if you guys REALLY want me to I MIGHT update again but idk. Again, love you.
so uh…..this is not any different than how it’s been for the like past month or so but i’m puttin this blog on a semi-hiatus. like i’ll still be here reblogging stuff every once in a while but im just a bit burned out & school is crazy right now so i’m not gonna be very active for a while. again…not any different than how it’s already been i’m just kind of making it official
-like/reply this post (reblogs aren’t necessary! You can find you want to but your name will only be entered once)
Winners will be randomly selected by a magical hat so befriending/dating me don’t improve your chances (sorry i love u guys tho <3)
I won’t draw: -nswf or anything that makes me uncomfortable/is disrespectful
Also -just because I say you can choose up to 3 / 2 characters, does not mean you have to pick that many. Heck, you don’t even have to pick characters of you don’t want to. But I will draw any oc/animal/character/person/whatever as long as I have a reference