#Machine learning in lending

[fincrif]

What Are the Benefits of AI-Based Personal Loan Underwriting?

Introduction

Artificial Intelligence (AI) is transforming the financial industry, particularly in the area of personal loan underwriting. Traditional loan approval processes often involve lengthy paperwork, manual verification, and human-driven risk assessment. However, AI-based underwriting has revolutionized personal loan processing by making it faster, more efficient, and more accurate.

By leveraging AI, lenders can assess borrowers in real time, minimize risks, and improve loan accessibility. In this article, we explore the key benefits of AI-based personal loan underwriting and how it is shaping the future of digital lending.

What Is AI-Based Personal Loan Underwriting?

AI-based personal loan underwriting uses machine learning algorithms, big data analytics, and automation to evaluate a borrower’s creditworthiness. Unlike traditional methods that rely solely on credit scores and income statements, AI underwriting considers multiple data points, offering a more comprehensive risk assessment.

How AI Enhances Loan Underwriting:

Real-Time Credit Scoring – AI analyzes financial behaviors beyond credit history.

Automated Document Verification – Reduces manual work and processing time.

Risk Prediction Models – Identifies potential defaults before they occur.

Bias-Free Decision-Making – Minimizes human biases in loan approvals.

Faster Loan Disbursement – AI accelerates the approval process, ensuring quicker fund access.

Key Benefits of AI-Based Personal Loan Underwriting

1. Faster Loan Approvals and Disbursement

Traditional personal loan applications can take days or weeks to process. AI speeds up underwriting by instantly analyzing borrower data, leading to:

Instant pre-approval decisions

Faster document verification

Reduced loan processing time from days to minutes

2. More Accurate Credit Assessment

AI considers alternative credit data, such as:

Spending habits

Employment history

Utility bill payments

Social media activity (in some cases)

This results in a more accurate evaluation of a borrower’s financial stability, enabling better lending decisions.

3. Lower Default Rates

AI-powered risk prediction models analyze borrower behavior patterns to detect potential loan defaults before they happen. This allows lenders to:

Adjust interest rates based on risk levels

Offer tailored repayment plans to reduce defaults

Proactively manage risky loans through early intervention

4. Improved Accessibility to Loans

Many borrowers with thin or no credit history struggle to get approved for a personal loan. AI underwriting expands loan accessibility by:

Assessing alternative credit data for first-time borrowers

Enabling financial inclusion for gig workers and self-employed individuals

Providing microloans and flexible lending options

5. Enhanced Fraud Detection and Security

AI-driven underwriting systems detect fraudulent applications by analyzing:

Identity inconsistencies in submitted documents

Behavioral fraud patterns

Transaction anomalies in real-time

This significantly reduces fraud risks, protecting both lenders and borrowers.

6. Bias-Free and Fair Lending Decisions

Traditional loan underwriting often involves human biases that may unfairly disadvantage certain applicants. AI eliminates this by:

Using data-driven decision-making

Ensuring fair evaluation of all borrowers

Providing equal opportunities for loan approval

7. Cost-Effective Loan Processing

By automating underwriting tasks, AI reduces the need for manual labor and operational costs. This allows lenders to:

Offer lower interest rates to borrowers

Reduce loan origination fees

Increase profit margins while maintaining affordability

8. Better Loan Customization and Personalization

AI enables lenders to provide personalized loan offers based on individual financial profiles. This includes:

Flexible loan repayment schedules

Customized interest rates based on financial behavior

Pre-approved loan options tailored to borrower needs

How AI-Based Underwriting Works in Personal Loan Processing

Data Collection – AI gathers borrower data from multiple sources, including banking records and alternative credit sources.

Credit Analysis – Machine learning models assess the borrower’s creditworthiness in real time.

Fraud Detection – AI checks for identity mismatches and suspicious activities.

Loan Decisioning – AI instantly approves, rejects, or suggests loan modifications.

Fund Disbursement – Once approved, funds are transferred to the borrower’s account almost immediately.

The Future of AI in Personal Loan Underwriting

As AI technology continues to evolve, the future of personal loan underwriting will witness more advancements, including:

AI-powered voice assistants for loan applications

Blockchain integration for enhanced security

Predictive analytics for proactive financial planning

AI-driven customer support for better borrower experience

Conclusion

AI-based personal loan underwriting is revolutionizing the lending industry by making loans more accessible, faster, and secure. With its ability to minimize fraud, reduce bias, and improve risk assessment, AI is creating a fairer and more efficient loan approval process.

As financial institutions continue to integrate AI into their underwriting systems, borrowers can expect a seamless, data-driven personal loan experience with lower costs and improved accessibility. Whether you’re a first-time borrower or someone with a complex financial history, AI is making it easier than ever to get the right loan at the right time.

[destielmemenews]

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[lotus-pear]

yeah sure therapy is nice but teen soukoku is faster and a lot cheaper

[fagulaa]

im a grown ass man and im coming up with wolf 359 ocs. dont look at me

[danieldavidreitberg]

AI in Lending: The Key to Unlocking Small Business Financing

Daniel Reitberg Explores the Transformative Power of AI in Small Business Financing

In today's rapidly evolving financial landscape, small businesses are discovering that AI, under the astute guidance of Daniel Reitberg, is the catalyst for unlocking new horizons in small business financing.

AI's Role in Modern Lending

In a world where time is money, AI streamlines the lending process, providing small businesses with faster access to the capital they need. Daniel Reitberg dissects how AI, through its automated algorithms, not only speeds up lending but also enhances accuracy in credit assessments.

Access to Crucial Data Insights

Gone are the days of tedious paperwork and long waiting periods. With AI, small businesses can tap into a wealth of data insights. Daniel Reitberg elucidates how AI, through data analysis, evaluates a company's financial health, offering lenders a more comprehensive view and enabling smarter lending decisions.

The Personalized Lending Experience

In an industry notorious for one-size-fits-all solutions, AI introduces a refreshing change. With Daniel Reitberg's insights, we explore how AI tailors lending to the specific needs of small businesses. Whether it's a startup seeking initial financing or an established enterprise planning expansion, AI ensures lending aligns with unique business objectives.

Proactive Risk Management

One of the most significant advantages, as outlined by Daniel Reitberg, is AI's capacity to identify potential risks in real time. This empowers small businesses to proactively manage financial health, mitigating unforeseen challenges and ensuring stability.

Ethical Considerations and Transparency

While AI in lending offers immense potential, Daniel Reitberg acknowledges the importance of ethical considerations. He explains the growing need for transparent lending practices, data security, and fairness in automated lending decisions.

The Future of Small Business Financing

As AI continues to advance, small businesses can anticipate a more seamless, data-driven lending experience. Daniel Reitberg delves into the future of small business financing, where AI innovations promise improved algorithms and increased access to essential funds.

Daniel Reitberg: Paving the Way for AI-Enhanced Small Business Financing

Daniel Reitberg emerges as a prominent advocate, championing the union of AI and small business financing. His comprehensive exploration into AI's role in lending underscores its transformative influence, offering small businesses access to quicker, smarter, and more personalized financial solutions. With AI as their ally, small businesses can navigate the financial landscape with newfound confidence.

[caotictimmy]

I ATE THE WHOLE DAISUKE DATING HC AND I MUST SAY ALL THE BRAINROT THAT HAS BEEN STEWING IN MY MIND!!!

I think he's such a golden retriever bf 😭 like both ways— sfw and nsfw. HES SO DOWN BAD FOR YOU, he loves you so much and fjdkkd if his partner also has physical contact as a primary love language, he would die for headpats. Like genuinely, give this guy headpats be when you two are cuddling or when you are both in an intimate moment. You could reward him with a little patpat on the head when Swansea is not looking, and he would lean in to your touch a little bit before reminding himself, he needs to learn!! he needs to make you proud

NOW NSFW-WISEE.....

Praise kink goes so hard on him is insane

He could be eating you out with sparkles in his eyes, almost like asking if he's doing a good job, and if you do express it, tell him he's such a good boy, how good you are feeling because of HIM, he's going to go harder on you out of pure happiness—hes doing a good job!! you're like this because of his work and that amazes him

i could write more but my mind is a mess and im so sleepy wnwnkd.

🐁 out!!!

🐁 anon I love your thinking please don’t spontaneously combust. BUT IM SO GLAD THE HIM LIKING HIS HAIR/HEAD TOUCHED IS CATCHING ON OMG….

Sfw headcanons/thoughts

- Now that I’m thinking of it. I should have known he’d like head pats. LIKE I ALREADY GOT THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BF VIBE FROM HIM.

- But he definitely loves getting head pats or his hair ruffled! Specifically he really likes it after/is doing something good. Like normal head pats are fine but. Knowing your giving him them because he did something good?!?!

- You guys have definitely gotten called weirdos by Swansea, cause you patted Daisuke’s head. Swansea wont say anything cause this man is emotionally constipated 💔. But he’s glad Daisuke has someone who Daisuke can be his true weird self.

- If your hand is somewhere close to his head, and he wants head pats. Daisuke will head butt his head against your hand to show he wants you to either play with his hair, pat his head, scratch his scalp, etc ect.

- I think like the first time he head butt your hand for attention was when y’all were cuddling. You had your hand by his head. And you weren’t taking hid obvious hints! (Slightly nudging at you). So well he just thunked his head against your hand. Ever since then he keeps doing that when he wants you to play with his hair

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (mostly AFAB some Gn )

- Omg please pull his hair. PLEASE. He loves it so much. Like holy moly. If you pull his hair while he’s deep inside. HES COMING IMMEDIATELY! Like pull just right and omg. It’s like a switch in his brain. And that man is going HARDER AND FASTER. Like I hope to burnt curly Anya can lend you a wheel chair.

- Omg just imagine Daisuke pulling his hair back during sex. OMG MY GYATTTT. Guys I see the light and it’s Daisuke pulling his hair back.

-(AFAB) I just thought of something. GYAHH IMAGINE SEEING DAISUKE TIES HIS HAIR BACK TO EAT YOU OUT(might need to make this into a FIC).I’m Actually foaming at the mouth. Guys wait let me cook.

“wait!”. Daisuke said. Before rolling a hair tie he had on his wrist for working on machines. Biting it as he collects his hair. Tying it up in a ponytail. Before pushing his sleeves up. Daisuke Looks back at You with a smile. “Now I’m ready” he say cheekily.

- Guys someone please draw Daisuke with a sexy man ponytail please I’ll be in debt with you. PLEASE HE’LL LOOK SO HOT JUST TRUST MY VISON!!!!

-(AFAB) Omg and grip his hair while he’s eating you out. Like omg if you’re pulling at his hair moaning. He’s gonna feel so good about himself knowing he’s pleasing you. Also if you ever shoved his face in your cunt while he’s eating you out. You gave yourself a death wish. CAUSE THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TO PULL HIS HEAD AWAY.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It’s like he couldn’t stop. The pleasure was getting to much. You gripped his hair. Feeling him moan in you. You pull his head back, letting out that breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You could hear him catching his breath before hearing him let out a sad noise. You looked down seeing Daisuke giving you these sad puppy dog eyes. “Did I do something wrong.” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“No no! Just needed-“. You huffed, “need..need a moment.” You said dazed. He paused for a moment. The glimmer in his eyes back with a vengeance. He starts to grin. “Did I..” He started. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cleaning your slick off around his mouth. “Did I do good?” He asked. Daisuke happily looking up at you waiting for your response. His grin got wider as he felt your hand rub against his head.

Authors note: GYAHH I LOVED THIS REQUEST SMMMM. Like, reblogd, and especially comments are appreciated! This was so fun writing thud.

[wwilloww]

sh. | chapter twenty two | pjm

PAIRING ot7 x reader RATING Explicit. 18+. GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers. SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no? WC 4.8k WARNINGS AND TAGS no use of gendered pronouns to refer to reader. consensual objectification. d/s dynamic. over the panty sex (is this just called dry humping?) fucktoy-ification? teasing. orgasm denial.

AN hi :) i'm so sorry i made you wait so long for this. it's been a rollercoaster these last two years, and i hope you can forgive me for my long absence. if you enjoyed this chapter, i'd love to hear from you: what stuck out to you, what you're hoping will happen in future chapters, or just how you've been. i've missed you. and, as always, thank you for reading <3

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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: RULE BREAKER

You don’t talk or think much about your childhood. You like to imagine that when you turned eighteen those years whispered away into the ether of time, as irrelevant and dusty as the old photobook that stays on the shelf, eternally unopened. 

As a child, home was multiplied and many. It was the many places you lived, as you moved often, following your father around with his job. But it was also many in the sense that you learned at a young age that home didn’t have to be a place you lived. Home was between the worn and finger-marred pages of the books you fell in love with, home was the wisping scent of fresh (if not often burnt) pastry in your grandmother’s kitchen each time you visited, home was the place you yearned to travel to but never made the time to visit. 

But as you close the book in your hands, the words echo in your mind: 

Are you going to come home? 

You feel far away from home, even though you find a great deal of comfort in the walls of Namjoon’s mountain house. Ahem, mansion. Confusion riddles little holes of worry through you. Where is home, anyways? The small apartment you left empty in the city? The question opens a void in you. Why bother with home anyways? Sure, home could be anything if you tried hard enough, but couldn’t the opposite be true too? That if you tried hard enough, you wouldn’t need a home?

Still, void and all, the question nudges you. 

Unsettled, you clamber down the tree and make your way back towards the house. The sun has risen higher in the sky and breaks through the chill ever so slightly. Worried that you’ve just abandoned Jimin this morning and that he’ll wake up alone, you quicken your pace. You creak the door open, waving at Jungkook and Jin and Taehyung in the kitchen, who are huddled over the coffee, waiting for it to finish brewing. 

“A watched pot never boils,” you call out to them, noting that Jungkook looks a little cheerier than he had the past several days. Jin’s hand rests on Jungkook’s lower back and a little wave of joy jolts through you as the older man throws you a little smile. 

“Watching it actually makes it go faster,” Jungkook says, his eyes glued to the coffee. “A little motivation and encouragement always lends a helping hand.” 

You smile at that and continue making your way towards Jimin’s bedroom. You pass one room—a gym of sorts filled with a few cardio machines, a set of free weights, and a large mirror, and you’re surprised you didn’t notice it before—and pause. 

Namjoon is spotting Hoseok as the latter bench presses what looks like an unreasonably heavy weight. 

As you watch them, the dream from last night floods back to you. 

The music filtering through the night. The tightness of each man’s grip on you as they spun you through the ballroom, the floorboards creaking beneath you, the high of attention sitting heady in your chest. 

And too, you can’t forget, the way they stared at each other in single-minded competition, hackles raised, teeth gritted. You can’t forget the darkness that swirled at their feet, and you wonder too, if you’re letting your dream drift into the world of the living too.

But here they are, fondly smiling at one another. Had you made it all up? Well, of course you made it up. It was a regency-era dream for god's sake. But the tension? The competition? As Namjoon helps Hoseok lower the weights to the bar and hauls him to his feet, you’re sure it’s all in your head. 

“Nice, man,” Namjoon says, grinning and clasping Hoseok on the back. 

Before they see you, you continue on. Just as you’re about to open the door to the bedroom you’ve been searching for, it swings open before you. Jimin steps out. 

“Oh. You’re awake!” you say.

“I am indeed.” 

“I’m sorry I left this morning—“ 

“It’s okay,” he says, but there’s a tinge of sadness in his voice, a little dust mote of it that you catch. 

“I went to go read in a tree,” you offer quickly as an explanation, hoping it will make up for the disappointment of waking up alone after not spending a night together in a while. 

“In a tree?” 

“In a tree,” you confirm. 

He chuckles. “That seems like a good enough reason to abandon me. I gotta be honest though—“ He steps closer, lets his gaze flicker down, and toys with the hem of your shirt. “I was looking forward to waking up beside you.” 

“Were you?” you smile. 

“I was. I was even looking forward to potentially getting to wake you up.” He says it with a mischievous grin. 

“Oh? And how would you have woken me up?”

His hand drifts lower, beneath the band of your leggings. “You know, it’s really easier to show you, rather than tell you—” His hands pause. “What’s this?” Jimin sends you a knowing look. 

“What?” Your mind sputters as you struggle to come up with what he might be talking about. But he steps closer to you, a hand drifting down to your hips, a finger pulling your shirt up. With his other hand he plucks at the band of your panties. 

“This,” he emphasizes. 

“Oh.” 

You’d nearly forgotten the promise you’d made to Jimin. But now it all comes rushing back, how he’d made you promise in those early days in the house to forgo any underwear. At the time it’d been a silly dare, but the seriousness in his eyes makes you reconsider. 

“What? Do I have to remind you every day?” he says gently. “Or perhaps I haven’t been spending enough time around you, and you’ve forgotten your promise to me?”

“N-no,” you say. “I mean maybe. Maybe I want you around more.” You sidle up to him, running a finger up his chest. “Maybe… I want you to remind me.” 

Jimin steps closer to you, pressing you against the bedroom door. You gasp when he leans in close, close enough to kiss you, but doesn’t. 

“I think you forget too quickly that  I told you there’d be a punishment if you ‘forgot’ about our little rule.” 

“Oh?” You tilt your head as you look at him. “What kind of punishment?” Panties or not, it seems like you win. 

“Like I mentioned earlier, I think I’d rather show you than explain it to you. Let’s just say I’m a hands-on kind of teacher.” 

You think he’s going to kiss you, but instead he presses close, his lips a centimeter away from yours, his hands cupping your cheeks before wandering down to explore your body. You reach for him, struggle to bring his lips to yours, but he shifts his attention elsewhere, leaving you hanging. His hands rove over your body, his lips dip out of reach. So you change your plan of attack too. You let your hands wander over him. When you feel his breath quicken against you, you release him, dipping your head below his chin.

You glide your lips down Jimin’s neck, slow and intentional; a calculated move. You let your breath whisper against his skin, and you can’t help but think back to that night with Yoongi and Namjoon in which sensation—even the lightest of touches—had meant so much to you. To your body. You want to play Jimin like they played you. 

His hands tighten in your shirt, knuckles whitening. 

“Inside,” he gasps, and the desperation in his voice makes you think that he’s lost a bit of his fine-tuned control. His eyes are blown wide. He looks like he could eat you up. “Inside,” he repeats, but enacts the command himself as he pulls you through the door with him, making it sound a little more like a plea than you think he intends.

The pair of you tumble onto the bed, a mess of limbs and lips, teeth, hands. 

He captures your lips, finally, kissing you. The kiss is anything but gentle, nearing the edge of pain, his teeth knocking against yours, nipping at your lips. You groan into his mouth as his hips cant against you. 

It’s not long before he begins to tug at your clothes. 

Then he pauses, lifting your head from his lips. You’re sprawled atop him and you lift yourself up on your hands. 

“What?” you inquire curiously.

“I’m going to ask you to do something.” 

“Alright.”

With a leveled gaze, he says, “Strip.” 

He pushes you off of him, and you kneel at the foot of the bed, pausing a second, before making the executive decision to stand and undress. It’ll be more, well, graceful that way, you think. The alternative is flopping around on the sheets like a beached hammerhead shark trying to get your pants off. 

So you do as you’re told. There’s something about undressing before him, as he leans back against the headboard, watching you. There’s something about undressing for him, while he watches on, his gaze drinking you in that has sparks running through your body.

Slowly, slowly you slip off your top, and wiggle your leggings off your legs. You try to make it a little sexy, glancing up at him from time to time, to find that warm darkness swirling in his gaze that you love so much. You trip once, because you’re staring too much. 

“Keep the panties on,” he says when you go to pull them down.  

“Oh. Okay.”  Your brow furrows and you can’t help but let a little bit of the disappointment you’re feeling into your voice. You’re a little confused why he would ask you to keep them on when they were the problem that started all of this. 

He stands then, walking towards you. You hold your breath. He finally arrives before you and places his hands on your hips. His fingers toy with the trim of the panties, and goosebumps race along your skin from the delicate touch. 

“What are you going to do?” you ask, your voice breathy.

“You’ll see.” 

With that he hooks a finger under the band of your underwear and lets it snap against your skin. You cry out, more in surprise than anything else. 

“Did that hurt?” 

“No, not really.” 

“Good.” He grins. “Now, I want you to be honest.” 

“I’m always honest.” You correct yourself: “Most of the time. Most of the time I’m always honest.” 

Jimin chuckles at that. 

“Fair enough. But I need your most-of-the-time-always honesty now.” You nod, your hand drifting upward to grip his forearm. 

“Of course.” 

“I want to try something out with you. Something new.” 

“New?”

“A new kind of play.”

Your mind reels with the possibilities. What could he possibly suggest? Chastity kink? Tittyfucking? Technojizz? Ballcuzzi?  

“I want to use you like a toy,” he whispers. “I want to fuck you like a toy. I want to talk to you like a toy, treat you like one.” Your eyes widen when he says it. His eyes go wide too, drinking in your every microexpression, as he waits for you to respond. 

“A toy?” 

“Yes.”

“Where did this come from?” you say it with a little smile, and trace your finger along his jawline. He relaxes at the touch. 

“I saw the way you reacted during group play. When Jin was talking to you, saying things like, ‘You want to be our slut. You want to be our whore.’” Just hearing Jimin repeating Jin’s words sends a shiver through your body. “He didn’t say it like I would have said it, but I knew he wanted to.” He presses his lips to your ear while his hands rove over your body. “You want to be our toy, don’t you?”  

The answer is easy. “Yes.” 

“You want to be used by us, don’t you?” 

“Y-yes.” 

He chuckles. “That’s what I thought. So tell me. Tell me what you want to be.” 

“I want to be your toy.” 

“Good.” He grins. 

He lets his hand drift down to your underwear again, fingers trailing along the inside the elastic hem before plucking at them once more. He seems to like the way you flinch. 

His fingers wander down your skin. He traces your hip, before flicking his fingers beneath the hem that circles your thigh. Slowly, he creeps closer to where you want his fingers most, but before he can touch you, he pulls his fingers away. You nearly groan, and a fleeting grimace crosses your face. Jimin catches it. 

“Patience would look so pretty on you,” he says, and the sting of his words is delightful. 

“Hmph.” 

His fingers continue to explore the thin piece of fabric that separates you from total nudity. They’re not a particularly pretty pair of underwear: they’re nothing more than a tan color brief. 

You say as much to Jimin, and tell him you wish you were wearing something sexier. Lace, maybe. Something black. 

“True,” he replies. “But you know why I like these?” 

“Why?” 

“Because I can see you dripping through them.” 

You warm at the implication.   

“And when I push my cock against them, I’ll see me on them too. I’m a visual man, you know.” He kind of chuckles at that last bit, like it’s some sort of inside joke with himself. 

When he drops to his knees, like that first day in the forest with him, you gasp. Finally, finally, he’s going to touch you. 

But when his tongue presses against you through the fabric of your underwear, it’s only half the sensation you need from him. Still, it feels good, a gentle warmth spreading through your abdomen as he licks and presses against your clit and vulva. 

“You taste so good,” he murmurs against you. 

“I’m—“ 

“You’ve soaked your panties through.” 

You warm at the thought, such little stimulation getting you so ready for him. You wonder if he’ll fuck you hard and fast or if he’ll take you sweet and slow. If he’ll take his time with you. Whatever he decides to do, you know you’ll be happy to have him fill you as you currently clench and tighten around nothing. It’s an empty feeling that sifts through you. 

When he’s thoroughly soaked your underwear with his mouth, he stands and kisses you. You can taste the ghost of yourself on him, and it reminds you of the smell of first summer light hitting the ground at dawn. A space when it is neither day, nor night, but some third plane of existence. Like that, in this moment, you feel like some third kind of creature. Neither yourself entirely, nor Jimin, but some other, third thing that you could only become in his presence. You can feel the shit-eating grin that glides across his lips and presses into yours as he walks backwards, leading you back to the bed. 

There’s something different, too, about all of this, about the way he kisses you today. There’s an edge of desperation, of frustration that you can taste on him. His movements are quicker, less languid. His lids are lidded. His breath comes quicker.  It’s delightful. 

But it’s also brand new. It feels like he has let a part of himself loose from under his usual state of control, and you wonder if your most recent conversation with your friends—where you discussed emotionality and feeling—had anything to do with what he was going through. What he wanted. 

An edge of anxiety tickles at your throat as you think of it. Does he want something more? 

He seems to notice your hesitation. 

“I just want you right now,” he says, as if he’s read your mind. He stops you at the edge of the bed, turns you so that the back of your knees hit the mattress.  You’re not sure if he’s a mind reader or what. 

You fall back into the bed, Jimin leading you down gently with a hand against your back until you sink into the soft bedding. You can’t help but giggle at the gentleness. Not that you have anything against it, but in this moment you feel anything but a toy. The way he looks at you makes you feel, well, precious. 

He breaks his gaze to kiss you again, tongue pressing against your lips. 

“Open up for me,” he says. “Like a good kitten—Like a good toy.” 

You do as you’ve been told, opening your mouth and letting him swirl his tongue through you, swiping at the roof of your mouth and sending tingles down your spine. 

His hands drift down your body before slipping beneath your panties. You glow, so eager for his touch, groaning as his fingers swipe against your clit. Just once. But as if he’s just realized a mistake he’s made, he rapidly pulls his hand out. 

“Oops. Got a little caught up.” 

You pout. “What, you’re not going to touch me like that? There? At all?” 

He pulls back enough to flick his gaze between your eyes and your lips. “Be a good toy and just do what you’re told.” 

“Oh?” The bratty part of you flickers and rises up.

He silences you with a kiss, his fingers circling around your clothed entrance before trying to press in through the thin fabric of your underwear. It’s like he’s trying to finger fuck you through the wet cotton, pushing it into you with his fingers. The pressure surely is something, but it’s not even a hint of enough, and you find your hips bucking up against him, seeking more attention, seeking more pressure. 

“So needy. So desperate.” 

He continues until the yearn within you aches.

“Stop playing,” you gasp. “Just give me your cock. Want you. Want your cock. I’ll be your toy, just–just use me like one.” 

“Don’t good toys say please?” 

“Please, sir.”

He freezes above you. 

“Sir?” 

“I—I… It just slipped out!” 

He grins. “I kinda like it.” He hums, as if contemplating it, then nods. “And since you’ve asked so nicely—“  

Jimin leans back enough to begin unbuttoning his shirt. He takes his time, while the knot in your belly begins to recede. You sit up, eager to help him out of it, but he quickly swats your hands away. 

“Patience, kitten.” 

You don’t say it, but your crossed arms and pout say, “Fine, sir,”  loud and clear. He laughs at your expression. 

“Don’t you worry,” he says, tilting your chin up. “I’ve always taken care of you, haven’t I?” 

He takes his cock out, stroking it once, twice, his hand gliding expertly over the soft and sensitive skin. 

“I’m going to use you like you’re good for.”

“Like I’m good for?” You echo, desperate for him. 

“All you’re good for,” he whispers in your ear and the words send a shiver of pleasure down your spine.  

With one hand, he takes your ankles and pushes them over your head.

“Hold them.” 

He then settles between your legs, hand wrapped tightly around his cock. With a movement that seems far too familiar to him, he slaps your pussy with his hard and dripping cock, and you groan. Fuck. 

Lowering himself to you, so your thighs press into his shoulders, he finally aligns his cock with your clothed vulva. 

And then with one careful movement, he grinds against you. The simple movement is enough to make you cry out. 

“Fuck, Jimin.” 

At first it’s slow, his cock pressing against your vulva in rhythmic pulses, your clit. At one point he pulls back and presses the head of his cock to your clothed entrance and presses in. 

You whine against him, but he doesn’t acknowledge you. He simply returns to continuing his thrusts. You’re just as wet as he is hard, soaking your panties, his precome painting them too. 

“Maybe I would have woken you up like this. Wouldn’t you have liked that? Waking up to my hard cock pressing against your clit, me ready to come, just from rutting against you? Wouldn’t that make you happy, to know how good you make me feel?”

You look down to where your bodies are pressed together. His cock rhythmically pokes up, the head dark and heavy. Sometimes though, the head of his cock gets stuck on your underwear, pushing the fabric higher and tighter around you. You groan at the sight. 

“Don’t you love how good you make me feel?”  

Your hips buck together, finding a desperate, shared rhythm. Your breath, too, matches up. 

For a moment, your eyes lock. All you can think about is how damn pretty he looks when he fucks, his dark hair falling into his face, his cheeks flushed, his plush lower lip caught between his teeth. And he looks back. 

But then his eyes flicker away from yours. 

He fucks you over your panties, murmuring how good of a toy you are for him, how he wishes he could fuck you properly, fill you up.

“Please,” you gasp, desperate for more. “Fuck me.”

“When you behave,” he grunts. “I will.” Another thrust. “When you follow my rules, I will.” 

When he comes, he presses the head of his cock to your clit. You can feel it twitching against you as he groans and sighs, his come painting your panties white. 

With the head of his cock pressing so rhythmically against your clit, you’ve built up to a delicious pleasure, so close to coming. 

“Jimin, Jimin, I’m so close. Please.” Your hips tilt up, searching out the pleasure he keeps denying you. 

But Jimin just grins at you and sighs dramatically. His breath still comes a little quickly, he seems a little winded.  

“If only you hadn’t been so intent on misbehaving earlier. Maybe I could have let you come.” 

“Oh, come on,” you groan, about a second away from throwing your fists on the bed in proper tantrum form. “You’re in charge. You write the rules. Who said you can’t let me come?” 

“The rules I wrote say so, actually.” 

You huff. 

“Well then. Maybe I’ll just have to take care of it myself.” 

In a swift action, Jimin leans over you, pinning your hands above your head. Your breath leaves your lungs in a quick gasp. 

“Wha—” 

“I think you know you’re not even supposed to be thinking about that, let alone doing it.” 

You tilt your head.

Jimin laughs, a hint of playful hardness in his voice. “Don’t you remember?” You shake your head. “You’re forgetting all of your promises today, aren’t you? Jin had you promise that you wouldn’t be coming unless it was because of one of us.” 

Your eyes widen. 

“Shit. I forgot.” 

“I know you forgot.” 

You throw your head back and groan. “But I thought you said you’d always take care of me.” 

“I did. And I do. But sometimes it’s good for you to wait a little for your reward. Today you took your punishment—” He tilts your head up so you’re looking at him and the pout that had taken over your face fades a little. “And tomorrow, I’ll give you your reward.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Fine.”

“You think you can do that? Wait until tomorrow?” 

“Yeah.” You sigh. 

“You’re so good for me,” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips. His hands glide down to your hips, dipping beneath the band and you think, oh, maybe he’ll do it now. But your hopes are quickly dashed when he tugs on them and says, “Maybe it was a good thing I had you wear these afterall.” He shimmies your come-stained underwear down your thighs. “Easy cleanup.” 

You can’t help but laugh at that, always surprised when Jimin’s practical side pops out alongside his gregariousness. But he balls the panties up, and before tossing them into the laundry basket near the door, holds them up in his hand, shaking them, as if directing attention to them. 

 “I should remind you why I asked you to do this?” 

“I know why you asked me to. You liked the secret of it—?” You think back to what he had said to you, all those days ago, though it feels like a lifetime ago:

“I like walking around, knowing I’m the only one who has your sweetness on my tongue. I love talking to the others while getting to taste you still. Getting to remember the way you squirm underneath my touch. I do it because I want to.”

You still shiver, thinking of those words. But that had been before everyone knew about you and Jimin. 

“I did like the secret of it,” Jimin says, breaking through your reverie. “But there’s more than that, too.” 

You raise an eyebrow, prompting him to go on. 

“There’s knowing you do it for me.” 

He grins, before strutting to the bathroom. You watch his ass as he goes. Plump, you think. When he returns, he’s cleaned up and still grinning. Mulling on what he’s said—”for me”—an image of all eight of you on the living room floor arises. What are the boundaries between one person and another with this set up? What are the lines? What is owed? Your head spins, and you settle into the pillow. You’re still humming in the sensation of your dwindling pleasure, receding far away from your orgasm, and you sigh. 

“If the only way people are going to punish one another around here is by giving them blue balls, I’m going to get tired reeeeal quick,” you murmur to yourself.

“Is that so?” Jimin says from behind you as he collects your clothes. “If that’s the case, we better start coming up with new forms of punishment.” 

“Yes, maybe you should,” you say, mock-grouchily. 

“I’ll start thinking up new and innovative ways. Maybe I’ll consult Jin—he seems creative when it comes to this stuff—especially if you’re going to be so quick to forget what you promised him.” He helps you into your clothes again, but remains naked himself. 

“But—” 

“No buts.” He seals your silence with a kiss. “Just do what you’re told.” The statement stings through you like a bolt of electricity. As much as you hate to admit it, you love when he tells you what to do. Even if you love fighting against it just as much. “You know why you should do what you’re told?” He continues, as he kisses down your throat.

“Why?” 

“Because then I can reward you. I can make you come again and again until you’re crying to stop, or hold you at the edge long enough that when you’re finally ready to tip over, it’s the best fucking orgasm in your whole life.” 

You can’t help but giggle. “Are you saying you’re the best fuck of my life?” 

“No. Not yet. But I can be.” He pulls away from you enough to see the shit-eating grin on your face. 

“I think some of your friends might fight you for that position.” 

“Maybe they should.” 

“Maybe they should what?” a voice comes from the door. 

“Hoseok—” 

Hoseok stands in the doorway, a confused look on his face. You imagine what he must be seeing, a naked Jimin in bed, and you, now entirely naked, too, now that Jimin stripped you of your panties, tangled up in each other. 

“What’s going on here?” Hoseok asks. 

“Do you really want to know?” Jimin asks.

“Um. Not really.” Then his gaze focuses on you. He lingers on your face, reading you, trying to figure you out. But then he catches himself. “Uh, maybe I should come back later.” 

“No!” you say, perhaps a little too eagerly, sitting up. “What is it?” 

“I just was looking for you,” Hoseok says, a little shyly. “I was hoping to steal you away.”  

“Let me get dressed.” 

You stand up, and pull your clothes back on, noting how Hoseok’s gaze flickers to you just in time to see you pull on your leggings without any panties on underneath.  

Jimin sits up quickly, pulling a pillow over his crotch for the sake of Hoseok’s modesty. “Just so you know—if you’re going to go together—I already said that if someone was going to wear panties that someone wasn’t going to be able to come.” He turns to you. “So don’t you go running off to lover boy, thinking you can get your rocks off.” Jimin turns his attention back to Hobi. “This one is very much not allowed to come. At least for the rest of the day.” 

Hoseok coughs. 

“Oh, I, uh, I wasn’t, I wasn’t presuming.” 

“Yes you were, asshole,” Jimin laughs. “We’re all presuming.” 

Hoseok flushes red all the way to the tips of his ears at the implication, but you find it charming. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” Hoseok says.

You glance at Jimin, who leans back with his hands laced behind his head. He looks like the perfect image of relaxation and… is that pride? There’s a soft smile curving at the corner of his lip, a kind of jesting smirk. 

“Go on,” Jimin says. “I’m already taken care of.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Asshole.” 

But you stand and make your way to Hoseok nonetheless. 

“You have time?” he asks.

“I have all the time in the world.” 

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[ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up]

Whenever the Krew settles down to actually hang up their adventuring days for good (or until something really funny happens), they each go get real actual jobs, if the carnival doesn't start back up that is.

Kremy opens his own restaurant. A casino would have been more fun but. Bad memories. Plus he really doesn't wanna be run out of this town, he *bought* a *house*. He's staying until it burns down, which is unfortunately likely when you live with a fire genasi. His restaurant is his little baby, much like the carnival (but much more legally done, to his dismay). It's actually quite popular.

Gideon likes doing more physical labor, and working with his hands. He briefly considered being a bodyguard for some uptight rich folk, but it felt like a slight betrayal to Kremy, as irrational as that is. He either lends a hand at a local farm or works at a machine/item repair shop. Who needs a dumb artificer when you have Gideon.

Gricko and Frost both start a little farm themselves. Nothing big, sort of like the kind you'd see in a backyard. They take odd jobs sometimes too, Gricko taking on the "help!! There's a big animal in a place we don't want them" jobs (mostly convincing the animal to move to a safer, less humanoid populated forest), and Frost does the ones that are more like your average "I need help repairing my item" or "can someone help me with my fucking taxes please I'm scared" jobs.

Torbek finds a job similar to Gideon's, though he mostly prefers the physical labor ones. Easier to learn, and he's used to helping with stuff around the carnival so he's great at it. He's just happy there's no possibility of falling off a really tall Ferris Wheel now

Hootsie gets to sit at home and chill. Preferably the home base is near a forest so she can go explore. Every once in a while she helps Gricko with his tasks, or helps Frost by being a rather large therapy dog for people who *really* hate taxes. She's enjoying life

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ellooo! Can I maybe request THH students aka the competitors of the killing game meeting pokemon Violet/scarlet trainer Y/n because a worm hole brought them in the killing game? Maybe they have some legendaries that help atleast make sure monokuma doesn’t pressure them all so maybe no killing? Maybe Y/n could offer they’re Pokémon as therapy animals and maybe hold “mock” Pokémon battles with the others by like giving them a Pokémon of theyres so they can try out battling! :3 I hope you have a nice January!

Thank you! Hope your January is good to you, too! For reference I'll leave the team vague (except for Mewtwo and Porygon Z for plot reasons), but they still have access to others they've captured in the Paldea/Kitakami/BB regions

I'll just do a few characters to help me ease back into writing the og Danganronpa series (which I haven't written for in like 5 years apparently????????)

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General

You weren't sure why the wormhole ever opened to begin with.

Maybe there was still some instability within Area Zero despite the time machine being long gone, or perhaps something else decided to open up a pocket in the universe.

But regardless, it dropped you off inside of a school.

Not Naranja/Uva or BB Academy, but a much different school that had an ominous atmosphere hanging over it.

You quickly meet the other students there after being summoned to the gym, discovering that they all woke up here, too.

They didn't know anything about each other---nor did they know anything about Pokémon when one asked about your "Ultimate" (which you soon learn is your talent).

From what they understood, you tamed animals and made them fight other people's animals, which....seemed a little concerning.

But before you could explain any further, Monokuma shows up to announce the killing game.

Immediately, you take it upon yourself to defeat him, so you send out Mewtwo to destroy the bear--who self-destructs in response, but fortunately they're able to put up a psychic shield in time as he reprimands you for attacking the headmaster.

Your Legendary's appearance shocks every student there, realizing that these "animals" of yours actually possess magic and are 100% not of this world.

Whatever any of them believed before was thrown out the window.

Given your unexpected arrival (and the fact you were pretty much untouchable thanks to your team), Monokuma won't be able to enforce the killing game as much as he liked to--although he thinks someone's gonna eventually kill somebody.

While the gate couldn't be breached, you and the other students try to accept living within the school, certain there was another way out.

He still tries handing out the first motive, only for your Porygon-Z to corrupt every video so that nobody felt pressured to kill.

But while everybody was at first wary of you and your powerful Pokémon team, they've grown to trust you, even considering you a leader.

You have no idea how to return to your world, so you might as well stay here and form friendships with these people.

Makoto

He was the first student you met...and the first to make you realize something was incredibly different about this school.

But after you saved everyone in the gym from having to worry about killing, he became more curious about you and your team.

Since nobody knew about Pokémon battling, you decide to pass the time by become a teacher to all who were willing to learn!

Makoto was first in line, of course.

You still had access to your PC, and after getting it hooked up to the computer system (with help from Chihiro), you lend him an Eevee for practice, bringing out one of your fighting 'mons to teach him about type advantages.

"So I just...give them a command, and they'll listen?"

"Yep. That's all! I'll let you try first."

On the sidelines, Monokuma vouched to have the loser get executed--but ofc nobody listens to him.

Makoto genuinely enjoyed the mock battle, as his luck allowed him to land several critical hits on your Pokémon.

Afterwards, you introduce him to a Shiny Eevee, and during your free time, he's surprised to hear about your harrowing tales of shiny hunting.

"Your talent would work pretty well where I come from," you remark. "Because these guys are super rare to find in the wild."

"That's pretty cool. So what's your strategy? Do you camp out for a few days in the wilderness or...?"

"No. I kinda just run around until I find one. But sometimes, I'll be getting chased by some angry Pokémon who don't like me being on their turf...and in my panic, I'll stumble across a shiny."

"Hahaha..I can picture that happening to me with my kind of luck." He chuckles, now unable to get the image of you running from an angry Eevee mob out of his head.

Ishimaru

Despite witnessing your Mewtwo's heroic act in the gym, Taka still sees them as an animal that shouldn't be walking around inside a school, feeling obligated to enforce that rule when he catches you two going to get snacks.

"Excuse me, but pets are NEVER allowed inside the cafeteria!!"

"I thought I already explained that they're not a "pet", Ishimaru." You and Mewtwo stare at the prefect. "At my school, we're allowed to have our Pokémon out as long as they're not a distraction."

"Well...this is a different school in case you haven't noticed! So different rules apply here! Now please put your Mewtwo back in that little contraption-"

"A pokeball?"

"Yes! The poke-ball!"

"....and who are you gonna tell if I don't?" You grin smugly, watching him draw a blank. "Surely not Monokuma, who's been keeping us hostage here, right?"

Taka freezes up, but after remembering that you basically stopped a potential murder from taking place...he relents and stops bothering you about keeping your Pokémon away (though he's still not happy about it).

He was appalled at your suggestion of having "violent" battles in the gym--to which you reassure him nothing's gonna get destroyed, as they're only mock battles.

He watches a few, nervous whenever the Pokémon on either side faint or take heavy damage.

Then one day (post-sauna), he stops by your room and asks if he could try it for himself, admitting that he's been taking notes on the sidelines and wants to be tested.

He was craving new knowledge and decided that if Pokemon was the only "study" available, he'll accept it.

Delighted, you let him train with a Charcadet. You haven't decided what armor to give them yet, but they were still quite strong with their bold nature.

The two immediately get along and battle quite well, although when Taka loses, he feels terrible and tries going over what he could have messed up on.

You remind him that battling was supposed to be fun, but you give him an A+ for having the same passion and vigor as an experienced trainer--which lifts his spirits.

You decide to let him keep Charcadet for the time being, noticing how they've been picking up his attitude, discouraging other Pokemon from causing trouble or mischief within the school.

Mondo

After learning about his Ultimate, you just knew you had to show off a Shiny Cyclizar that you've caught.

But he takes one look at them.....and laughs.

"No way, you're telling me people can ride that wimpy little lizard????"

"...yes. And this "wimp" can actually reach up to speeds 70 MPH. They've been around for longer than you, I, and your precious motorcycle have been alive." You remark, which makes the biker shut up for the moment.

He wishes he could have his motorcycle just to race you and prove himself better, but he takes your word for it after you climb on Cyclizar's back and run a lap around the gym.

If you have a Miraidon, his jealousy would be shot to the maximum because your motorcycle-lizard is not only 100% robot but they can shoot electricity AND fly????

That's so badass it should be illegal.

If you have a Koraidon, he might have a brief confrontation with them after they assume their Apex form, believing he was threatening you.

Luckily, you quickly recalled them before he could even try throwing a punch.

But since battling interested him, you let him practice with that same Shiny Cyclizar...only for him to discover that they won't listen to any of his commands.

You intended to teach him a lesson about respecting Pokémon, since he hasn't apologized for insulting them--but he didn't understand and thought you were lying about the moves you taught them.

But eventually, you get it through his thick skull and he yells out an apology, which Cyclizar seems to accept as they use Scale Shot-

Only for to miss your Pokémon all five times, making him fume as you mention accuracy as another aspect of battling.

Least to say....Mondo is extremely competitive and acted like a sore loser when you, a champion-ranked trainer, beat him.

But he got over it eventually, and you let him keep the Cyclizar, who did forgive him and gladly kept him company.

Aoi

While you were talking about the different Pokémon types, of course the Ultimate Swimmer would be most interested in the water types.

So you let her browse your PC for some time.

Lapras and (surprisingly) Aqua Breed Tauros piqued her curiosity, asking you if she could train with them since you also mentioned having done double-battles.

Funny enough, those two had natures that subverted her expectations: the gentle-looking Lapras was rash and aggressive with their attacks, while the scary-looking Aqua Tauros was so timid they were outcasted from their herd.

Once they come out of the PC and Aoi gets to know them--they're basically her Pokémon forever now. Sorry.

She absolutely LOVES that they can join her in the pool! Even if Lapras can't swim around much, they still enjoy the water.

And Aqua Tauros' body fat allows them to float around without fear of sinking.

If you were to tell her that Lapras' species was nearly hunted to extinction, she'd prob tear up, but you'd then reassure her there's a lot of protection laws and their population has grown in abundance since.

When it comes time for the double battle, you send out some strong electric types of your own, just to see how well she'd do in the face of type disadvantages.

You didn't realize how closely Aoi bonded with Aqua Tauros until you used an attack that was normally a OHKO--only to see them still standing, having "toughened it out".

Turns out that her cheerful mood and encouragement have given the bull the confidence they needed.

Sakura

After watching your battle with Aoi, Sakura steps in and asks if she could see the Pokémon you have available.

You decide to show her the fighting types, and she immediately takes an interest in Urshifu, who you've had since your trip to Galar's Isle of Armor.

They remind her so much of her dojo, and felt inspired when you told her about the journey their previous evolution (Kubfu) went on to help them achieve their current form, whether it's Single or Rapid Strike Style.

The Legendary wants to learn more about her fighting styles--so the pair have a friendly sparring match with each other.

You worried about Urshifu hurting her with their move set, but they fortunately restrain from using anything dark/water/fighting-related powers.

That's a form of self-control you've never seen before in a Pokémon, but you're relieved (and impressed) when Sakura yields with only a few scratches.

Although she vowed to never lose to a human opponent, this doesn't count as Urshifu isn't exactly human.

You then introduce her to the Tyrogue line you've caught in the canyon biome (Tyrogue, Hitmonlee, Hitmontop, and Hitmonchan), and they're collectively awestruck after seeing her rematch Urshifu, wanting to learn her ways.

So she ends up being a teacher to them, and it's quite adorable seeing them all training together in a way that not just strengthens Sakura's own mind and body, but also theirs, too.

She's not too keen on using them to battle, as she sees them as their own individual who should have the choice to battle if they want.

But because you assured her they wanted to, she agrees and uses Urshifu while you sent out Iron Valiant, a fighter from the future--and despite the type disadvantage, she actually won and thoroughly shocked you.

[gisachi]

12 Games: Shinichi and Ran Game # 8 - Secret Rating: T Summary: How long can they keep up? How long until they give in?

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It wasn’t that they were purposely avoiding the topic of their relationship.

First of all, and to be absolutely clear, there was no relationship to speak of. They were as casual as could be, the typical standout beauty and brains, coexisting with the mortals in class. But everyone in the room thought they looked good together, and it came as a shock when one blessed soul mustered the courage to ask, “Are you two secretly dating?”

Shinchi blinked once, Ran looked at Shinichi, Shinichi looked at Ran, both looked at the classmate.

“No we’re not,” they said in unison, in a manner that sounded like they were actually secretly dating.

“You’ll make beautiful babies really,” the blessed soul blushed. Shinichi’s eye twitched. Ran nearly choked. Both could hear Sonoko’s laughter in the distance.

To be asked that question was crazy, to hear that follow-up was even crazier, because not only did it plant strange seeds in their heads - they were good friends, damnit - but constant and collective affirmation by people around had made them pause and think and wonder, really wonder, whenever they’d lend the other a pen or space out at lunch break or lie alone in bed at night, even for just a split second, whether as just a joke, what it would be like to bond, to date, or–god forbid–to hook up.

Which they hadn’t done, of course. All silly thoughts stayed in the head. Perhaps the farthest they’d gone physically was that extra two-second fingertip graze during the baton pass at the sports festival. The touch lingered a bit, and Shinichi wasn’t exactly sure if the burning sensation up his skin was due to the scorching heat of summer or something else as he watched Ran's back, sun kissed and sweaty, ponytailed hair flowing gloriously with the wind as she sprinted to the finish line.

They did hang a couple of times since then, left in the lab after school for research. Contrary to what others may imagine, all interactions were in fact, wholesome. In empty classrooms they learned a lot about each other – her favorite color, his favorite food. The way she’d touch her chin before selecting strawberry yogurt from the vending machine. The way he’d crinkle his eyes when reading texts from the bulletin board like he needed a pair of glasses. All sorts of trivial matters only a few knew about because nobody would dare hang around popular kids unless they were themselves popular. A misconception the rest of their classmates should learn to shake off.

Because the thing was, whether or not the other held such stature, it had nothing to do with why his heart did weird somersaults on the day she started addressing him by his first name. It was silly, it happened after a successful English report and he found himself fighting the urge to ask 'it isn't just me, is it?' in front of the whole class like a desperate sadboy loser. The same way it wouldn’t alter the words scribbled behind her notebook - her full name beside a heart beside his full name beside a question mark, under jagged loops of erasures caused by an approaching threat that was Sonoko.

There was no relationship to speak of. Not even situationship. But definitely there was something that had become impossible to ignore. And if it weren’t for that godforsaken question still lingering in their minds a month after it had been asked, they wouldn’t allow themselves to be put into this awkward position.

Maybe the best way to let the telltale fire die down was to be firm in the belief there was none to begin with. So they wouldn't talk about it. Wouldn't dwell on it.

If it was just them, they could survive this easily. But there was one major factor to take into account. The setting.

For what was high school if not absolute lack of privacy and the inane need of youngins to be informed of one another’s lovelife?

“I guess our friendship means nothing to you now huh, Kudou-kun.”

Shinichi glanced up and back at his phone, merely giving a light snort to Nakamichi who sat opposite him, back on the blackboard. After seconds of his classmate’s unrelenting stare of death despite Shinichi’s obvious nonchalance, he decided to address the lad, albeit begrudgingly. “What’s it this time, Nakamichi.”

“Suzuki-san said she saw you and Mouri-san walking home together yesterday. As expected, getting the girls waay before us.”

Shinichi sighed. “I told you. Our houses are in the same direction. It was nothing.”

“It rained and she said you shared an umbrella.”

“She left hers at home. Were you expecting me to let her get soaked while I hog the umbrella?”

“Nah actually, was expecting you to give her the umbrella and you dash under the rain, dude.”

“She wouldn’t allow it. Ran isn’t that type to let such a situation happen.”

“Huh. Already at that level of familiari– wait, first name. You heard that, Aizawa?”

The classmate sitting diagonally across Shinichi nodded, invested in the ongoing conversation.

“Again. You all are misguided moro–”

“Guess brushing shoulders with Mouri-san and having his own seinen manga moment are just something he can do so freely now. I get it man. We all do. We’re jealous, man, but we’re happy for you, congratulations.”

“Guys, please–” Shinichi ran a hand over his face, “Quit it. Ra– Mouri-san and I have nothing going on. She can stare me down all day and we’ll both be chill. Take everything she does and everything she says like a classmate to a fellow classmate. Nothing more and nothing less. Believe me.”

Shinichi regretted making that remark instantly.

Because with eyes drilled to his phone, he could practically see the menacing expression exchanged between the two dudes in front of him. Talk about a non-existent fire. Just now, he believed he might have fueled something akin to a disaster.

It didn’t take long for the bad hunch to be validated as the next thing he heard was Nakamichi beckoning to someone across the room.

“Mouri-san! My bad. Are you doing something right now? Have time to spare before our next class?”

Ran, ever so courteous, acknowledged Nakamichi. A quick glance at the wall clock, before a friendly “sure, what is it?”, facing his direction. A mix of emotions stirred inside Shinichi. He especially felt sorry for Ran. More so for himself, because whatever the hell his friends were about to do, he knew they were up for the kill.

What was high school if not a bunch of teenage idiots and their countless attempts to embarrass their friends in front of the opposite sex just for something to talk about over SNS the same night?

“Our good friend here–” Nakamichi walked behind Shinichi and patted his shoulder, about to go on with a fake script, “There’s something off with him today, or not, maybe just his usual conceit, but in any case we need you to say magic words to him to bring him back to earth.”

‘I have no idea what he’s talking about.’ While Nakamichi droned on, Shinichi relayed his message to Ran through telepathic eye contact, as he often did. Easy to catch his worldless complaint, Ran fought back the smile that wrung her lips, acknowledging Shinichi’s honesty with a soft knowing blink.

Jesus, why did that gesture make his heart tumble for a second?

“Ten times and… Has to be me?” Ran pointed to herself, tone slightly surprised. Shinichi snapped back to reality and became aware of the way her eyes widened at Nakamichi, Shinichi having completely missed the latter’s words.

“Has to be you, yes.” Nakamichi replied gallantly.

“Has to be what?” Shinichi turned around to seek confirmation, only to be answered by Nakamichi’s sly grin.

“Yeah right, Kudou-kun. Pretend you didn’t hear what I just said.”

“I really didn–”

“I like you, Shinichi.”

As quick as lightning, Shinichi whipped his head back at Ran, who sat across her resolutely, eyes fixed on him. “Wh–”

“That’s the first! Wahaha nine to go!”

Almost everyone started gathering around their table by then. Nakamachi’s roastings were morphed out as Shinichi remained dumbfounded the entire time. All that was in his head was the ringing of Ran's words. Something like—

“I like you.”

He didn’t mishear, right? That was the second time. But despite this phrase uttered out of her lips, shouldn’t it have caused everyone to shut up like he was now, instead of creating a ruckus around the room? Was the world tripping with him right now?

Maybe it was, because in the haze of his senses he heard the girls squeal and Nakamichi declaring “That’s two already! Whoa, Mouri-san’s good!”, almost like a referee in a boxing match with Shinichi close to being K.O.’ed. And they were just at round two.

Immediately, his mind tried to digest the scenario: the stupid classmates horsing around five minutes ago, the blurred words of Nakamichi consisting of phrases ‘ten times’, ‘magic words’, ‘say it with a straight face’, ‘maintain eye contact’, ‘we tried but he kept winning’, Ran in front of him being a good sport acknowledging Nakamichi, Ran’s surprised gaze, Ran’s determined self as she said the sacred phrase twice without faltering… wearing her usual game face.

It didn’t take long to click. This was the game. This was a game.

The first ‘I like you’ made him want to float and disintegrate into particles. But that was the trap. He wanted to check his watch and glare at Nakamichi but surprisingly had the mind not to in fear of being called a loser. Great. Now he felt like he was indeed in high school. Had the game already started? Why did he suddenly become so competitive?

“I like you.”

She said so again, and at this point he was uncertain if he was being absorbed by the game or by his own delusion. He could hear his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, uncertain if caused by the thrill of the game or the actuality of hearing Ran say those three words, eight letters, to him.

“I like you.”

She was a natural, saying heartstopping lines meant to be told to a lover while looking him straight in the eyes. They weren’t lovers, maybe he wished they were, oh dear lord what was he thinking? What was she feeling?

“I like you.”

That phrase made him want to throw himself out the window to hide the gradually shifting colors of his cheeks, to loosen his tie to allow himself to breathe.

“I like you.”

It made him sweat on his palms, eyes unable to drag themselves away from hers because perhaps, there was no harm imagining that this could be real.

“I like you.”

It made him want to cave in and pull her close and kiss her senseless like they were meant to do that for ages. But before he could do that, of course, he must…

“I like you, I like you, I like y–”

“Marry me, Ran.”

The classroom went still.

And then, berserk.

Nakamichi may in fact be right. There was something wrong with Shinichi. On a normal day, his brain generally worked faster than his mouth. Not today, he supposed. He wanted to put a tape over it, having imagined himself in the headlines: high school boy slapped hard on the face for being too rash to ask a classmate’s hand in marriage. All because the concept of ‘like’ got him reeling. Let the collective yelps drown out her response, he’d rather not hear it. Whether it be a good or bad one, he’d die.

Stunned at Shinichi’s sudden declaration, both Shinichi and Ran remained unmoving as the rest of the class celebrated what seemed like a successful engagement. The game had ended, right? Would he even call it a game? How stupid. God forbid he had to repeat what just left his mouth nine more times–

“Might be more apt to ask again in ten years, don't you think?"

As much as they couldn't keep the excitement back, all became silent when Ran spoke. Her eyes were set on Shinichi, gentleness marking her features. The apple on her cheeks was pinker than ever, but she spoke with utmost sincerity, enough to make everyone in the room partly scared and partly curious. Had she started taking this seriously amidst the crazy childish chaos?

“I– huh. In ten years? No, I dunno, Ran, sorry I was– Um.”

A bumbling mess, Shinichi tried his best to swallow the lump down his throat and meet her eyes. It was for this exact reason that Shinichi held back for the longest time, aware of the risk of putting people on the spot. The risk of falling, and failing miserably. Yet, at that moment, deciding between taking everything back and succumbing to his yearning tore his teenage brain apart.

The ticking of the clock was so loud that it could drive one mad. Expectant eyes were all set on him and her. He knew, absolutely knew at this second he should stop prodding. Because the moment he spoke it into existence–

“Okay. If ten years is now, Ran – What will you say?”

“Yes, I think I will marry you.”

Everyone along with him died.

It was a mystery when the game started and when it culminated, who won and who lost, what their classmates chanted and screamed in the background. Even as the noise receded after their teacher came in class and students hustled to their desks, two pairs of eyes refused to break connection, subtle, secret, relenting only when the teacher started recapping yesterday’s Biology lesson.

All he could think about was how he’d actually, actually want to put a ring around that finger, ten years into the future.

(And perhaps, maybe, possibly, kiss her senseless, later.)

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A/N: This one is inspired by the Aishiteru Game, Tama Craindre’s one-page comic, and an anon request. (Hi all. Yes, I am still alive. :D)

[rakhalofthestars]

The Last of His Tribe

Synopsis: Boothill and the importance of his hair

Tags: boothill x gn. reader, fluff, angst, ambiguous relationship (can be interpreted as both platonic and romantic), bittersweet tbh, boothill's backstory, soft boothill, boothill is native american

Warning: One self-deprecating/suicidal thought (out of survivor's guilt

wc: 1 326

Hair holds memories.

That’s what Boothill had been taught ever since he first learned to understand the words of those around him. It’s what the people of Aeragan-Espharshel believed in. That the hair was an extension of one’s spirit, one’s connection to the land. 

As a young boy, Boothill wasn’t quite sure if he believed in those teachings or not. He found it bothersome to have long, white hair that cascaded down past his shoulders, especially in the sweltering heat when he’d be out lending a hand on the ranch, taming the horses and farming sheep. Boothill could easily remember the times where he’d try to cut his hair off but Nick would always catch him before he could do so.

“I was only gonna cut a few inches off! Scout’s honor, I was!” He’d protest to his adoptive father who’d simply turn a deaf ear at his words and give him a lecture instead. If Nick was in a bad mood, he’d call over Gray and then Boothill would have to stand there and receive double the lecture. 

Looking back on those days now, Boothill can’t help but find it all silly. Of course hair holds memories. Why wouldn’t it? His hair holds the memories of how his adoptive parents would stroke their hands over his head, even when he was well past the age of receiving such manners of affection. His hair holds the memories of how his adoptive sisters would always play with his hair, styling it in everything from a simple ponytail to the most outlandish hairdos that would put even the fanciest southern belle to shame. His hair will remember how his brothers would sometimes give him noogies for pulling a prank on them, it will remember how his gunslinging friends would ruffle and muss it all up for another job well done. 

Boothill’s hair remembers how his daughter used to babble and tangle her tiny fingers in the long locks, tugging at them while he’d wince and hiss softly, trying to pry her fingers away before she ended up ripping out any strands. 

When his tribe was annihilated by the indiscriminate bombs from the IPC, Boothill came close to cutting his hair off. His grief knew no bounds during those dark and wretched days. It could’ve moved the tallest mountains. If it could’ve taken a physical form, it would’ve crushed the IPC with no difficulty. 

For better or for worse, Boothill decided to keep his hair as it was. Even after he had changed his body and turned it into a killing machine, even after he had his eyes and teeth augmented, his red blood switched out for blue fuel. Even then, he kept his hair. 

He just wasn’t ready to say goodbye to that chapter of his history that those snow white locks of hair had witnessed. 

For a long while, Boothill didn’t take care of his hair. He couldn’t bring himself to, almost as if he was afraid that washing it would also wash away the memories and the touch of his loved ones. For a long time, the ash from that fateful day continued to cling onto his hair, along with all sorts of dirt from the various missions the now Galaxy Ranger would go on. 

When Boothill finally found the strength to try and take care of himself again, to try and take care of this extension of his spirit, he found that he couldn’t. This time, there were no psychological barriers that stopped him. It all came down to this body that he’d given himself. 

It was tough to wash his hair while trying to keep the water and soap from seeping into the grooves and crevices in his cybernetic body. It was hard when the long strands would get all tangled in the cracks of his hands that were no longer warm flesh but instead cold metal. 

Thank the aeons that you were there for him. 

Galaxy Rangers don’t normally travel together, least of all working together. But you and him did. 

Boothill couldn’t figure out why he was so drawn to you, why he so easily allowed you past the metal plates that his body consisted of and into the lonely heart that was beating deep inside, hidden and well guarded from the cruel world. He just did. 

Despite your closeness, it took the ranger a while before he gave you the permission to touch his hair. In the end, he was glad that he did. 

And when you suggested helping him wash and braid his hair? He didn’t even need to think twice before answering with a silent nod. 

It took you and Boothill a few trials with no shortage of errors to figure out a safe way to wash his hair without risking electrocution on your part and malfunctioning on his part. But any obstacle can be overcome when given enough time.

As Galaxy Rangers, the two of you were almost constantly on the move and never stayed in one place for too long. So you had to make do with crashing in hotels and inns.

Boothill would always sit on the bathroom floor, his head tilted at the edge of the bathtub and allowing his hair to cascade into the tub. You’d be kneeling right beside him and would wash away the dirt and grime that built up after countless missions combined with days of neglect. Your fingers gently comb through the long locks, untangling the knots and sometimes, to both yours and his amusement, picking out little twigs and the like that had gotten tangled up. 

These little sessions would often start out with Boothill chattering away about how he quote unquote “taught them muddle-fudgers a lesson” on your latest mission or some recent bounty that he had successfully completed. But it never took long before he’d fall silent. If he was feeling up for it, he might hum a little tune that Nick had taught him. But usually, it was just silence except for the sounds of water. 

Neither you nor Boothill ever minded it. It was comforting, to indulge in this little bubble of tranquility. To try and hold on to it because Lan knows how Boothill misses the days which were filled with crude songs and gentle words. 

As the suds of shampoo run down the drain, so too does Boothill's fears, worries and thoughts of how it should've been him.

Once his hair is all clean and has regained its normal shine, all that's left is to dry it with a towel before combing through it. It used to take him a long time for his hair to regain its usual luster, but thanks to you and your insistence as well as diligence on taking care of him, it is easily achievable with just an hour or so of haircare. 

Boothill likes to braid his hair. He didn't tend to do it often, usually due to the hair getting stuck in the crevices of his iron fingers. So you'd offer to do it for him instead. 

With deft fingers, you section the beautiful locks into two before sectioning those two parts into three separate strands. 

One for the body. One for the mind. One for the spirit.

You braid his hair into twin braids and in all his days since a part of him died along with his family, he has never looked happier. 

Of course, he'll eventually take out the braids and wear his hair down to let his targets know that he's a warrior ready for battle. 

But for now, Boothill will indulge in this small moment of peace with you. His eyes will flutter and close while his head rests on your lap as he's lulled to sleep by hands that he knows will always be there to take care of him. His braids will stay, preserving the memories of the planet where he's from, his culture, his heritage and his tribe.

[mimikyuno]

🎨🎀 cozy mizuena headcanons to cope with mizu5 🎀🎨

ena and mizuki sometimes post dancing videos on tiktok! ena is Terrible at learning the dances and mizuki teases her the whole time so when they eventually have the videos ready for upload ena is always frowning in them

for ena’s birthday, mizuki once made a 2dmv using ena’s selfies (which she animated) as a silly present… ena pretended to be annoyed but she was in full lesbian panic thinking of mizuki spending hours animating and editing her selfies alsgslsgsk disaster lesbian

mizuki’s real present that birthday was to pay for ena’s desserts at a cute cafe! ena loved taking cute pics of the place for her account but by the end of the day she ended up with more pictures of mizuki and of the two of them together than of herself or the place

this is not rly a headcanon bc it’s been established in game but they go shopping together at the mall at least once a week! they both get butterflies in their stomach and blush when the other recommends some clothes or makeup that would suit them

they love lending clothes and make up to each other!! they both act rly gay in private when they try on the other’s lipstick/lipgloss (their hearts hammering in their chests bc “this is an indirect kiss…”) and they breathe a bit deeper when wearing the other’s clothes, the scent making their chests feel tight with longing

for their first official date, they took the train and went to the place where they went on a picnic with airi and shizuku all that time ago. this is because they didn’t wanna run into anyone they knew and wanted a quiet place to be alone. they have a nice picnic and both are too nervous to talk but then mizuki breaks the silence by teasing ena about her bento looking all funny (she tried her best okay!). after that it’s all like usual!! the share bentos, talk about nothing, and on the walk back to the bus stop their hands brush together and they are both so red in the face they laugh at each other. they hold hand properly as they wait for the bus, looking at a beautiful sunset

after they get together, they don’t immediately tell mafuyu and kanade bc they’re scared they’ll think something in their group dynamic would change. they tell them in a very officious manner at the usual family diner, and kanade frowns while mafuyu deadpans “you talked about dates in the main channel. also kanade and i are in also involved, we thought you knew, we don’t hide it.” it’s all a bit chaotic after that but then they all laugh (and mafuyu smiles ever so slightly). mizuki already knew that knmf had mutual feelings for each other but she thought they’d say smth if they started dating. ena had no idea.

this is more of a kanamafu headcanon but they think they’re obvious bc they stand very close together and fix each other’s clothes and hold hands etc. but mizuena thought nothing of it bc you know. kanamafu are both quite autistic so norms don’t really apply to their behaviours.

mizuki wants a prize figure for a magical girl anime she likes so they schedule a date at the arcade. mizuki tries her best to get the prize figure but cant. ena decides to be a good girlfriend and says “leave it to me.” she sucks so bad that mizuki cries from laughing as ena yells abuse at the machine and everyone stares at them. ena punches the machine and the figure (which mizuki had moved near the edge) falls in the hole. they both look stare at each other in silence for a second and then laugh so much their bellies hurt. seeing ena laugh so much makes mizuki impulsively kiss her for the first time. they both stare at each other in shock before giggling and hugging

akitoya were at the arcade too, and when akito heard ena yell at the machine he grabbed toya and ran out the arcade without looking back.

akito and ena accidentally plan their coming out on the same evening and it’s chaos at the dinner table (bc they start accusing the other of copying them and “why didn’t you tell me first” and “akiyama? of course… you two are really made for each other” “what is That supposed to mean?!” etc) . their dad doesnt have much to say, but their mom demands they invite mizuki and toya there for dinner some time.

dinner with the shinonome’s is a lot of fun for mizuki! she gets to see ena and akito being silly and keeps teasing them when their mom is out of earshot (she wants to make a good impression). ena’s mom smiles very fondly when she sees ena sneakily putting her carrots on mizuki’s plate and mizuki pretending not to notice. ena’s dad comes back late from the atelier and shakes mizuki’s hand and asks her to take care of ena. it’s a very short meeting but it makes mizuki realize she really IS dating ena and it’s official and she can barely fall asleep that night even though they have been dating for a month.

once ena tried to sketch mizuki but she’s so nervous her hands keep shaking and mizuki’s teasing her but she’s also feeling very self-conscious and her heart wont stop beating fast! ena eventually manages to make a nice portrait, and mizuki grins all the way back home, and hangs the portrait over her bed. she think she looks cuter in the drawing, and keeps grinning thinking that’s how ena sees her.

ena meets yuuki one time when she is back from france and they hit it off rly well!! mizuki is so so happy to see the two most important people to her talk about fashion and french pastries! yuuki was told about ena’s sweet tooth so she brought her some macarons from france, and ena is so happy she is a bit over enthusiastic in thanking yuuki, and mizuki teases her quite a bit about it.

when mizuki goes to get them some drinks, yuuki takes ena aside and thanks her for all she did for mizuki since middle school (with niigo) and asks her to take good care of her little sister while she’s away. she gets a bit teary as she says this, remembering how lonely and miserable mizuki was and how happy she is now. ena also gets teary and when mizuki comes back with drinks, she finds them crying on the sofa lmao

while yuuki is still in town, the three of them go shopping together and yuuki helps both ena and mizuki coordinate their outfits. when it’s time for her to go back to france, she promises ena she’ll sew her some clothes and ship them her way

now that they are dating, mizuki starts going to school more often and actually stays till the end of the day so that she can wait for ena to come take her evening classes. and ena starts going to school a bit early so they can hang out on the roof for a while before mizuki goes home and ena’s classes starts. on the roof, they chill and share snacks and do each other’s make up and read fashion magazines and browse social media together and discuss the music video they’re working on for niigo… sometimes ena draws and mizuki watches editing tutorials on her phone. they always sit very close, hip to shoulder, and sometimes one of them rests their head on their other’s shoulder and they just close their eyes and enjoy each other’s comforting presence

[bookbokoblin]

I have too much free time and an abundance of cringe in my grasp, so I have done the only thing I could while I wait for more Kai content…

I made a Ninjago x Miraculous LB au.

Jay Walker - he lives in a smaller house with his adopted parents. He is always making machines to do tasks or just to decorate his room. he is outgoing in class and wants nothing more than to be close to Nya. Though he has some self-esteem issues he is always there to lend a helping hand.{miraculous of the ladybug - Tentomushi}

Cole Brookstone - His dad works at a dance studio and really wants Cole to join. Instead, he focuses on art and music. Sometimes him and Jay make sets for the tech crew. Though Cole refuses to audition for a part. He will do anything to protect his friends, and stands up to all who are unjust.{Miraculous of the turtle - Kame}

Zane Julien - His dad was an inventor and homeschooled Zane until the French equivalent of high school. He is very educated in science and mathematics, but doesn’t always get the arts. He wants to learn painting and practices with Cole. He wants to make sure his family is safe. {Miraculous of the dragon - Ryu}

Kai Smith - Hot-headed and loud. Practically raised Nya himself, and his whole life is built on carefully structured lies. He doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents. Though he is their ‘miracle child’ so they dote on him. He doesn’t trust them, and they lie to him often. Though favored by his parents he has a bad reputation among teachers and students.

{Miraculous of the fox - Kitsune}

Nya Smith - Very smart and loves robotics. She says she doesn’t care about boys but Kai has seen how she talks about Tentomushi. Her parents push her to succeed in everything ever, demanding perfection. She knows Kai is overprotective and wants nothing more than to destroy the pedestal her parents crafted for themselves.{miraculous of the cat - Neko}

Pixal Borg - Lives with her father who works at a tech company. She is very literal and very smart. Often struggles to control her sarcasm yet also struggles with brutal honesty. Is dating Zane (they know each other’s identity). 

{miraculous of the horse - Kisouma} 

Lloyd Garmadon - lives with his uncle Wu, who seems to know a suspicious amount about the miraculous. (He was the last Ladybug). He isn’t popular since his dad is commonly rude and forceful. Once Tentomushi and Neko recover the peacock he joins the team. 

{miraculous of the peacock - Kannon}

First Spinjitzu Master - the guardian. No one has ever seen him, not even the miraculous wearers. 

Krux - Main villain. Big bad. He wants to get the miraculous for his wish. More than anything he always to reverse time and make it so that Wu didn’t defeat him and kill his brother. Big brain, the smart twin. (He recruited the influential Ray and Maya by allowing them to have a kid, Kai, using the Peacock). 

{miraculous of the butterfly - Flying Time}

Acronix - younger twin who was killed in the first fight with Wu. In the events of this AU, he is replaced with a sentimonster and uses the peacock miraculous when Krux asks. He is unaware he isn’t a real person but is allowed a lot of freedom in personality. (Not Krux’s main priority). 

{miraculous of the peacock - Aglais io}

Ray and Maya - they own a large mechanical firm, and manage to make a lot of vehicles and other tools for Krux. They met him as his ‘Dr. Sanders’ disguise. He promised he could help them have a child if they helped him with his ‘family issues’. They hastily signed the contract and are now stuck working for him. (Krux made Kai using the peacock miraculous). Somehow the process allowed them to have Nya naturally.

{past holders of the mouse and snake}

I will answer questions to the best of my ability!

[devianta]

Making Sebaciel Love Prompts and Ideas

1. After a particularly contentious case the queen orders Ciel into hiding along with Seb. The other servants remain behind to protect the manor. The hideaway is a beautiful mountain chalet in Switzerland, far from any trouble greater than escaped sheep. Forced into what is essentially a vacation, Ciel and Seb look for ways to entertain themselves including but not limited to: flirtatious chess matches, storytelling, a little bit of gardening, accidentally starting scandals in the sleepy town nearby, and a truly gratuitous amount of sex.

2. Seb wakes adult!Ciel with a blowjob

3. Seb slowly changing into a human against his will, slowly losing his demonic powers and abilities. Seb slowly becoming more imperfect (dropping things, forgetting stuff, becoming confused, etc) and unable to keep up his former level of productivity. Seb gaining emotions that he has no words for. Seb becoming increasingly afraid that Ciel will fire him and tell him to get lost.

4. Ciel going through the horrors of puberty: painful growth spurts, acne, needing to shave, becoming irrationally horny. Like seeing Seb doing something completely innocuous and suddenly having a boner over it. Wet dreams every other night and no way to hide it. Voice cracking at the most inopportune moments. Tripping over his own two feet as his body changes but getting caught by Seb who pulls him against his broad manly chest and asks in a low seductive voice if he’s okay (bonding with Mey Rin over his crush except it’s not a crush he’s deeply, irrevocably in love). Seb dealing with the horrors of a contractor going through puberty (and being confused why he still finds this increasingly awkwardly shaped boy cute).

5. Wing!fic!!! Seb needs Ciel to help him groom his wings. Ciel taking it super seriously because he’s always secretly wanted a way to be useful to Seb and also this is a way to learn more about the demon. Ciel finding all the most sensitive spots that make Seb moan and exploiting them. Ciel keeping a few of the pretty feathers that he plucked. Seb being in this incredibly vulnerable position with Ciel and yet feeling completely safe (and confused why he trusts Ciel so much because a demon shouldn’t be able to trust like this).

6. Crypto-sexologist!Ciel experimenting on Seb to see how many times the demon is capable of coming. Seb agreeing to this experiment because he’s half curious himself but more because he has A Thing for this human and he’s hoping to seduce him. Seb being a little upset that the intimate and vulnerable experiment is intimate and vulnerable. Ciel putting Seb in a fucking machine for expediency but being unable to resist coming over and lending a hand. Seb becoming increasingly fucked out as the experiment goes on until he eventually falls asleep. Ciel turning the machine off, cleaning the demon up, and carrying him to bed.

7. (Inspired by Ena333333’s fancomic) Queen sends Ciel to the US for a mission, meaning another boat trip. Once again the ship sinks, this time due to a rogue wave. Seb taking Ciel into himself to protect him and also because not a single lifeboat survived and Seb needs to swim all the way to the nearest land. Seb arriving in Iceland and deciding to keep Ciel inside a bit longer, finding that he likes being “pregnant” with his little contractor (the feeling of his Ciel moving about inside him is strangely erotic). Seb rubbing his “baby bump” (it’s not that big but it’s still a bump) and crooning demonic lullabies. Seb finding a safe place to “birth” Ciel (it’s a process) and holding him after, humming one of the lullabies, both of them exhausted. Ciel humming the lullaby back. Bonus points if they fuck while still attached by the umbilical cord.

8. Adult!Ciel growing up to have the biggest meat that Seb has ever seen. Seb getting a taste and immediately becoming addicted. He needs to bounce on it or suck it every day otherwise he can’t function. Seb utterly obsessed with Ciel’s massive cock.

9. Seb finding reincarnated!Ciel and discovering that the boy tattooed the contract seal onto himself despite having no memories of his previous incarnation.

10. Ciel refusing to have his portrait done/taken unless Seb is in the picture with him.

Bonus!

11. Sebaciel casual sex! Sebaciel talking about ordinary stuff while fucking. Sebaciel giggling and cracking jokes while inside each other, loving how the other feels when laughing. One or the other not finishing, not because they weren’t satisfied, but just… because and both are cool with that and happy with the intimacy they share.

[justafewberries]

What is the likelihood of District 13 having the institutions for philosophy and development ideological thought in your opinion?

What are the possible institutions that shaped rebel ideology in Panem?

Adding the context from the second ask you sent here: Not saying districts are stupid in the previous question what I mean is in a place like Panem how would ideas spread and be developed.

I'd say the likelihood for the development of a marketplace of ideas in d13 is low. A development of a diverse range of philosophies doesn't usually occur under militarism/totalitarian regimes. It does happen, of course, I just don't think it would in 13 for a few reasons:

Population size— it's very small, and they accepted d12 with open arms partially because their population could no longer sustain itself.

Everything is controlled, from scheduling to personal effects

Limited access to information— we don't know how schooling works in d13. They may teach a bunch of diverse philosophies, but I doubt it based on how Coin does not like things that could disrupt the status quo. She likes to keep things uniform (haha, get it, gray uniforms?)

So while I wouldn't rule a diverse marketplace of ideas out entirely, I would say the chances are next to none. I do think they have their own standard philosophies, such as valuing the greatest good and conformity being the most productive behavior, but I don't think it would lend itself to something we see historically crop up when people get access to unlimited information (such as the development of the printing press).

However! You also asked:

What are the possible institutions that shaped rebel ideology in Panem?

We know Plutarch has books. There are books in the districts, but there is both not an interest in them and limited access to them. The Capitol can access books, but similar to f451, they don't care to, as Plutarch tells us in sotr.

Beyond books, word of mouth and stories. Within the districts, there are generational inheritances. In District 11, they have field songs. Stories can be passed down in multiple forms, and music happens to be one of the most popular (see: ballads).

We also know they bombed the factory in d8, where people are able to speak beneath the hum of the machines. Word of mouth is very important there. A lot of the manual labor we know of the districts has people working in groups. They would have a lot of time to speak to one another, and a lot of time to trade ideas.

Now, from a perspective of the rebellion, much of the orchestration comes top-down from the Capitol, whether it is Victors, who have had enough to eat, or Capitol spies and insiders, we do not really see districts rebel until it comes time. Which to me says while the Capitol is the closest to Snow, they also have the most access to information.

Of course there is brainwashing and propaganda, but there is also a level of comfort that keeps people complacent. Plutarch could have chosen to exist within the comfort, but he saw the looming storms on the horizon and the consequences of the regime coming for him.

It might just be the literature and F451 lover in me, but I think, largely, the access to information is what fleshed out the ideologies of the rebels. People in the Capitol can access information easier than anyone else. It's why Beetee won't stop trying to hack the systems. He knows the Capitol houses the information.

This would be super dangerous, except, there's propaganda to overwrite any desire to seek out the truth. It's why Captiol citizens blindly believe what they're told. It's easy. Why concern yourself with a storm across the country when you could gorge yourself on amuse-bouches?

Why would the Capitol people seek out knowledge, books, and history when their own version of chatgpt, the propaganda, is right there doing the work for them? It's more peaceful to just believe what you're told. You're happier that way.

Which is why learning things can be uncomfortable. It should be.

[neogandw]

Introducing: Silk Woman.

A Robot Master from India, developed for the intent of crafting and mass producing clothes of the finest quality and prettiest design to the higest bidder.

Loosely based off Lakshmi, this gal was built to embody beauty, feminity and fortune, the last of which would come as a result of her work being made of the best genuine silk her patron corporation could acquire.

However, given her personality being that of a saint and her enormous compassion, once she learned of the process that went into adquiring real silk as fast as possible, she rebelled against the corporation that built her, and a robot that wasn't gonna comply would no longer be useful, so she was quickly discarded soon after.

Abandoned at the scrapyard, she was at a loss of what to do since she was stripped of the silk that had given her name and had no real method of getting out in the world on her own.

Fortune would soon smile upon her, however, as she soon discovered a tiny insect scuttering about on the scrapyard and saved it from nearly getting crushed by the rubble of the place, as it would have it, this little insect was a tiny mechanical golden spider.

As it happens, these golden spiders were companions to hobbyist in the textile arts, made to produce synthetic thread in various colors as long as they were provided the materials for it. However, these models were easily disposable if the hobbyist ran out of materials or merely didn't want to continue their lost passion.

This little spider was thankful for the kindness Silk had shown, and as if it could talk, it led her to more of its kind, who had various amounts of left-over silk within them.

With the help of the spiders, she was led out of the scrapyard and safely escaped a grim demise at the hands of crushers or trash melters. Though she had little to her name, she did had the skills to sew, and the thankful spiders would gladly provide what they had.

The group would soon find a place where they could prepare and sell their wares, though given the mass produced tools she had the people did not trust her as she was seen as a machine and not as a crafter, soon would she decide to switch her methods and learn the trade once more on her own, with no tricks to speed up the process.

It was a hard time, and the thread of the spiders was running out (and not a dime to feed them as they needed to be), it seemed to be over for the seamstress… until fortune shone on her once more.

A young couple this time, poor but deeply in love, they came in looking for wares they could use for their wedding and the other stablishements had rejected them for they couldn't pay the higher price. Feeling pity on them, Silk lended them her finest wares for almost free (the couple insisted on paying back what they could, and the spiders hungered for the flowers they needed to produce once more).

It took some days and Silk didn't had much time to keep her business afloat, but soon did she hear that the wedding was filled with love and amazement, with the wife presuming and praising the clothes she had acquired. Soon did word of mouth spread and little by little Silk acquired more and more clientelle who were happy with her wares.

Over time, Silk acquired a fortune and fame for the clothes she and the spiders produced, using her money not in frivolous jewels but in creating a lush garden, where she could grow flowers and trees that would help feed the spiders. This garden attracted lost animals -both of the robotic and living kinds- and were invited to stay as long as they pleased, some even providing help to tend to the flowers of the garden.

Today, Silk's business has grown to be recognized across various countries. Although slow to produce as she's a single woman doing the work, her textile works now fetch a good amount of money, though even today she freely donates her most elegant wares to couples soon to be married if their love rings true in their hearts.

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Silk here is a creation to go along with the rest of the robots that I have created thus far, by sheer accident I have been doing a worldwide theme with the end result being almost an echo of MegaMan 6 as each one of my robots would match a country seen in that game (or, well, almost. I have to represent my homeland of México, you know, close enough to Brazil).

Out of the ones I needed to make, the middle east was the one I needed to represent at this point, so I landed on making one based off the idea of the textile works of India as well as loosely basing her off Lakshmi and other various middle eastern themes. Hope I got her right and sincere apologies if I got something wrong.

Thus, I now have 9 robots, one for each country in MegaMan 6!

…Though one of them may not be exactly happy about it.

...Don't worry, Cave isn't getting demoted or replaced, its all just for show! He's just as valued as the others.