#VB Report

[satoruhour]

POCKET P*SSY!

a/n: idk where this came from. tagging @nc-vb @papersirens @crysugu

wc: 2.8k

warnings: fem!reader, m! masturbation (two scenes), use of fleshlight, unspoken feelings, reader listening in on nanami, f! masturbation, brief clit stimulation & fingering, pet names, ambiguous ending, n*sfw under the cut

nanami kento was an organised, work-oriented man. he submits his sorcerer reports on time, he reports to work right at nine in the morning and clocks out at six o’ clock sharp, his office is prim and proper with all things where they should be and his (various) suits are always pressed and clean, smelling like sandalwood.

so why was the sight of you so compelling and striking that he swears he can hear his heartbeat through the freshly ironed blue button-up shirt? when you’d come to his office in the school to pass him his morning coffee — which wasn’t forced, you did find yourself heading to the café more and more — and the times when you’d engage in simple conversation with him about bread and gojo (negatively).

it was always a breeze to be around you, a fresh air from the intricacies of being a sorcerer. the violence, the bloodshed, the fatigue. but it’s so much of fresh air that sometimes he wonders why he chokes on his words and feels out of breath whenever he talks to you.

nanami has unwillingly checked his phone for the umpteenth time whilst doing his report, glancing over ever so often just to make sure you wouldn’t cancel on that friday drinking outing you proposed to go on with shoko. gojo was undeniably left out of the picture because of his tolerance and the two were the best drinkers in town, but he just wished he could work out the courage to ask you to be alone with you.

but nanami valued his sanity and heart. he wouldn’t know what he would do if he ever lost you to a curse even though you could hold your own, and the amount of sorcerers who are sent out just to die never deserved any of it. but if they didn’t do it, who will?

it’s question after question that’s mixed in with thoughts of you as he stays focused on the blinking cursor of the word document. appear. disappear. appear. disappear. nanami finds that he can’t think of anything else to say in this dumb report, staring blankly yet again at the annoying flickering cursor that reminds him that this was far from done. he glances down to the first drawer of his office table, the brass lock drawing him in. he thinks that he’s not ready.

just as he wants to type his next word with newfound determination, you’re barging through the door with a loud “nanami!”, a big grin plastered on your face with shoko under your arm, trying not to fall under your intoxicating happiness. god knows why you’re so happy, and if he didn’t know better he would think you were already drunk.

“she just got news that her holiday was approved,” shoko nods as she takes a drag from her cig, blowing the smoke into the office.

“please do not blow secondhand smoke into this room, shoko.” nanami’s monotonous voice cuts through the air like a knife and you would think it’s a reprimand, but both of you know the 7:3 sorcerer is just like that.

“why so boring . .” you tsk, a skip to your step when you round the table and peek at the work, and nanami has to ignore the bounce of your breasts under your outfit and the proximity in which you lowered yourself to. he tries to subtly take in your scent, not listening to your question under you wave a hand in front of him and nanami has to break away from his fantasy of you riding him while your tits bounced in his face. filthy.

“nanami? it’s already 6:02, i thought you violently rejected overtime?”

he clears his throat, catching the brief, sly glance of shoko before he turns to you, “y-yes. i do. just give me half n’ hour, ladies, and we can head over to the bar right after.” he didn’t even realise the clock had already striked 6.

shoko puffs out more smoke to nanami’s dismay, “what the hell do you need half n’ hour for?”

“just to clean up this report, promise.” he mutters, pushing up his reading glasses, “i’ll get it done as soon as possible.”

“oh? the great nanami kento doing overtime?” you giggle, reaching over to type a little cheeky “:)” into the word document before waving goodbye a little dazedly as you walk out behind shoko. the pace at which your heart raced matches the man inside at seeing him in his clear, dad glasses.

“you are down bad, girl.” 

“shush!” you swat at her arm and all she responds is with smoke in your face that she laughs and you just huff, heading off back to the morgue where she felt most at home.

nanami never did submit the report on time. he was given a reluctant extension. what was he doing? anything but the report, instead locking the door to his office and lying awkwardly on his office sofa, that was cleverly placed behind a partition wall. it took a bit of discipline — he typed a few words, deleted them, typed some more and realised they didn’t make sense and by now it’s 6:15. he takes one glance to the locked door and to the partition and down to his hard-on with that familiar feeling in his stomach. it’s been long since he’s jerked off, and sure, he has done it mindlessly just to calm the morning wood but it’s been long since he’s gotten aroused by someone.

the man palms himself through his pants, imagining it was your dainty hands instead, a soft groan leaving his lips at the feeling. his pants have never felt this tight, throbbing and just begging to be released as he slowly fishes it out. nanami was big, a pretty little curve to his cock with a tip that’s leaking pre-cum, and he strokes at it, a shaky breath leaving his mouth that it sounds pathetic. here he was, in his own office sofa fully clothed, with one leg digging into the floor and the other propped onto the armrest. 

“f-fuck . .” he swears lowly and starts setting a pace, conjuring up your face as you bob your head over his length while you play with yourself. “right there—”

nanami whines, unintelligible words muttered out as he pumped his cock. he spits into his palm and continues his ministrations with the most lewd noises that have never graced his office before. so many thoughts of you occupy his mind, you fucking yourself back onto him, how sweet your pussy would taste, the sort of sounds you’d make, how you’d feel around him — nanami cums with a quiet, strained groan, hips lifting off the sofa as he spurts his cum all over his suit, and he doesn’t care, too lost in the feeling as he squeezes his eyes shut. the idea of giving you a creampie sounds too good at the moment, how much cum he’d shoot into you, how he’ll watch it drip out—

“fuck my life.” he simply murmurs when he sees the translucent liquid settle in, and yet nanami doesn’t regret it one bit.

the next week is torment. it was particularly difficult, especially after the moodiness you possessed after getting one worded answers from nanami at the bar. he couldn’t even hold eye contact with you, how rude! he was also gone for quite a bit once, coming out of the bathroom all sweaty and out of breath and you wondered if he found a cursed spirit in the sketchy, dingy restroom of the club.

“relax. a thousand yen he’s just stressed out by . . external factors at the moment.”

“but he’s nanami! if anything, that man is internalising all that’s stressing him out,” you groaned into your hands, “also why are we betting on my love life?”

“it’s fun.” shoko defends herself with two hands when you point a finger at her; you go back to your sulking stage soon enough. she merely settles for a hand on your back. “but you’re not wrong. this is just, a little different.”

you only can sink further into your hands when you recall how nanami pulls uncomfortably at his tie, a distraught expression on his face when you asked if he wanted another round of drinks. the avoided eye contact, the conversation mainly existing between them, it was all you needed to know about his feelings of you. the coffees and hangouts meant nothing, and yet you were so clueless at how you’ve awoken something entirely new for nanami that he’s cumming thrice a day just at the thought of you.

another day, another report to fill in. he had dealt with a first-grade curse this time, the casualties, brutal and infrastructure was severely destroyed. it was going to be a hell of a word count, he notes, but what he doesn’t want happening, or rather, the unavoidable, happens. his mind drifts back to you again and everything that you stood for, of your blinding smile and kind gestures. you knew how he liked the right amount of sugar in his coffees and the right place to massage when his upper back was hurting. there was many times he was sure you both had crossed the line of co-workers and lovers, but it was never spoken or defined.

it was a grey area, he admits. tethering along the lines that he wasn’t even sure was there any more: a gaze held longer than usual, a brush of your hand on his, the not-so-secretive glance at your ass, the quick gaze from his eyes to his crotch when gojo makes a dirty joke. it was already between the lines, yet none of you wanted to act on it.

nanami groans into his hands, taking one more look to that locked drawer, thinking it would magically unlock itself and he wouldn’t have to go though the torture of submitting to his desires and unlocking it like a sex-crazed man in the victorian era after seeing a woman’s ankles. it was humbling. but his mind seems to have a different plan, descending into fantasies that he would rather take to the grave than let gojo pry out of him and he shoots up, fumbling for the key hidden under his documents.

within a second, nanami unlocks it and lets out a breath and takes out a box — a hilarious (at the time) but stupid, stupid thing (it was a fleshlight) he let gojo talk him into buying while they were both drunk. but the more he looks at it, the more he wishes to feel your walls around him and his bulge is not going down. he takes out the fleshlight eagerly, looking at it with wide eyes before he swallows and nanami feels like a teenager again.

his heart pounds when he removes his pants. his laptop, open with his undone report and him standing wide-stanced in front of his desk like a loser and his underwear pulled down just enough for his cock to spring up, you would think he was an alien from another planet. nanami does away with all rationale when he slaps his tip along the pocket pussy, thinking it was yours before his tip slips in and he gasps. the sorcerer stumbles forward and he has to rest a hand on his office chair.

“gojo, you fucking dick,” nanami hates that he’s enjoying it. “haah . . shit—” 

he pushes it down his shaft and the instant pleasure is prominent. soon, nanami is moving the fleshlight over his cock, walking with unplanned steps to the sofa. he falls into it easily, hands still pumping the device along his dick and he already wants to cum from the tightness.

“fuuck . . baby,” there are soft pants that leave his mouth, the device already filling up with all of his pre-cum. the slick noises that dominate the room is loud. nanami is too far gone in this, hips thrusting up into the fleshlight with all his might as he imagines it’s you straddling him instead. biting down on his fist does little, sure he was drawing blood from how hard he was sinking his teeth into the skin there. the way he slips inside feels so much better than his hand, and yet there was something missing — your sounds, the sight of your pussy. he needed to know he’s making you feel good. he cums with a cry of your name and mixed in profanities, pelvis basically rutting into the pussy as he shoots his load deep inside. 

and it doesn’t end there for nanami — like a deranged man, he’s grabbing his cushions and stuffing the pocket pussy in between it and the sofa, dragging his tip along the silicone clit. this shit was embarrassing, fucking something fake just so he can simulate the fantasy of being in you, but it felt fucking divine, so much so that the soft “nanami?” doesn’t even reach his ears. he reenters the pocket pussy, body hunched over the sofa as he presses down on the couch cushion and wishing it was your lower back.

the long, loud groan nanami lets out sends a straight chill to your core and you hear it before you see it. you think maybe your chances are ruined, he has someone else and the dancing around each other was done just for fun, but you think a little peek wouldn’t help. your self care sessions are getting a little boring anyway.

the gasp doesn’t reach his ears either when you glance around the partition and you get the sight of your life: nanami thrusting into the sofa while still fully clothed, eyes closed and expression pulled into pleasure. you’re torn between arousal, modesty and relief and despite all that you still listen out for how turned on he was, the gross, dirty sounds of him rutting into something and yet you don’t know what. but you decide to play it safe, flipping back around to rest your back against the walled partition, hand reaching up your skirt and into your panties.

“(y/n) . . baby, g’na cum—” 

your eyes widen, your jaw drops but your hand on your clit never stops, rubbing in time with his thrusts as your other hand is probably making marks on your face by how hard you were trying to stop your moans from coming out. you’re already so wet that your ministrations are all messy and smeared, drawing haphazard circles just for a taste of that high as you soak and soak your panties.

“baby, baby, baby . . o-oh—” you swear under your breath, because who knew nanami kento could sound so damn good? you’re continuing the assault on your pussy, going past your clit and into your entrance and you wish it was his cock instead, but instead he’s fucking a pocket pussy imagining it’s you. too bad you don’t know that. “gonna cum in y-you—”

there’s a little crack in his voice and you involuntarily let out a soft moan and the movements are halted all of a sudden. in your panic, your foot spreads and the bottom of your shoe grazes against the wooden floor and your presence is fully made known, now.

“hello?” man, what the fuck? now they’re really not going to answer. nanami sifts through the possibilities: it couldn’t be any of the men, they know not to interrupt nanami when he’s working. shoko would only for alcohol . . you? you dig a deeper grave by making an incoherent noise in your throat and that’s when nanami’s fear really settles in. he wasn’t hallucinating anything — there really was someone calling out to him the first time and the gasp and now the little moan? but nanami has anything but luck, not being able to catch the person because you’re booking it out of there immediately, not exactly quiet due to the clicks of your heels and you want to go back into that exact grave to die.

you can hear and feel your heart in your throat, back lined with sweat more than it would be when fighting a curse. whilst, there was only one thing on your mind that slowly induces you into a downward spiral; he called your name, your name, your god-given name, the people address you by, he called—

standing by the little zen garden of the tokyo school, you can feel your clit throb and the breath taken out of you as the vision replays again and again in your head and you think yourself stupid for running out of there. but before you can turn back, gojo’s approaching with a big, shit-eating grin on his face and waves to you (“yaga told me to come get you, you’re not busy, are you?”).

swallowing, all you can do is shake your head, but not before you spare a last glance to nanami’s door which is now closed shut. you hear a click.

[amialuvr]

more stupid headcanons bc there’s so much bouncing around in my head lolsies.

mizuki and airi being major shopaholics and proceeding to drag akito with them because half the time ena is still passed tf out and they need someone to hold their bags. akito will not admit that he actually enjoys such outings.

an proofreading mizuki’s essays only to wonder how the fuck mizuki is still on track to graduate because “you can’t write ‘I don’t fucking know’ in a lab report!”

VBS rocking up to the shinonome household only to find n25 in various stages of grief after watching a movie where a dog dies. (something like Hachiko that movie fucking destroyed me). states of grief include mafuyu sitting at the dining table looking relatively normal to mizuki laying on the floor with their head in their hands.

haruka having the absolute wildest compilation video titles compared to the rest of MMJ. airi’s favorite example is “haruka has vaguely questionable reactions to other idols for 7 minutes.” shizuku likes likes the “haruka holding various penguin memorabilia for 8 minutes straight!” video.

in the same vein as tsukasa rocking shiho’s shit w a door from my last post, tsukasa has crushed the fingers of at least 12 other students flinging doors open and closed. how saki has gone uninjured via tsukasa her entire life is beyond everyone around her.

honami casually striking up conversation with kanade when they see each other in public for the first time. n25 is astounded kanade is having human interaction with someone who isn’t them; l/n is concerned as to why honami is talking to a girl who looks like she’s never seen the sun.

mizuki livetweeting (or whatever sekai equivalent) mafuyu’s reaction to literally everything. “guys she’s tryin caramel ice cream for the first time” at 12:41 PM, quickly followed by “SHE HATES IT” at 12:42 PM, which is also followed by “nvm she liked it false alarm” at 12:44 PM. this is also applicable to a call or facetime.

minori once threw a pudding cup at airi so hard it left a mark for three days. she claims it was an accident; airi believes otherwise.

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[star444xo]

The Boys- Solider Boy

**Critique**

Sorry but WHY do people like SB? Is it because hes played by Jack? I really don't understand the celebration with this character as if he can do no wrong when all the wrong in the show....starts from HIM.

The whole Vought issue, starts and ends with Solider Boy. I would say SB and VBaum but VB is double dead.

SB went on a tyranny. Character analysis reveals subtle racism packed behind his judgements. (A trait that seems genetic or possibly learned from VB as VB himself was a Nazi)

Im not sure how involved VB was with SB's upbringing but if its anything similar to Homelander's then the teachings of subtle racism have to be from him and not a product of generational belief.

So okay, we have the first supe ever, coined the greatest, then he gets his own squad. --Payback.

Well cool but why did Payback hate his ass? He showed misogynistic qualities towards women. All the while bagging Crimson C. But even CC grew distasteful of SB.

Then we have the assault of the homeless man, who-- after reporting it and threatening to press charges-- mysteriously disappeared.

Then he attempts to unalive BN because..BN got offered a role...?

He then goes on to commit a string of power abuse vigilantism or I guess heroism..?

Fast forward >> he vaporizes CC because she bruises his ego by revealing she never loved him AFTER he insults her appearance saying she looks old.

So...he... is....

A super misogynistic dick who self soothes his overinflated ego by literally reprimanding those around and closest to him as a way of keeping them pinned down small under his mud boots.

lets not forget, we only have MM BECAUSE SB MURKED HIS GRANDADDY W A CAR. like wtf?

Literally is a worse version of Homelander. Homelander has a reason for how he is. Soldier Boy just is.

I really detest this character. Everytime I see him on screen its immediate boredom.

[noname-nonartist]

oooooh are we allowed to know what happened between sukuna jin and meiko? 👀👀 so this meiko significance lays in sekais of the past?

Hehehehehehehehe~

Why yes! Ya shall know about it!

The made up lore that I have for the Sekai within my pjsk+jjk AU! Involving Sukuna, Jin, and the first manifestation of the Sekai!

And in turn. The first manifestation of Meiko. The very first one~ >:3c

(More under the cut)

The Story of The First Sekai

Okay! Where to beginnnnn…

I suppose as like a mini heads up that this is still very rough, and that it’s very much very inaccurate to the actual lore of pjsk.

Sooo yeee~

Any! We shall go back in time. Yearsssss before the start of the main story!

The year is 2004!

It’s been a few months since the release of Meiko’s Voicebank (I’ve changed the year of her VB release date be in 2003 to make this timeline more reasonable)

Four third years teenagers are chilling in their high school’s empty music room, the students are Sukuna, Uraume, Yorozu, and Uro.

Then while taking a break from practicing, Sukuna is looking through his walkman. While mindless going through the songs, something caught his eyes.

“Untitled”

He was confused. This isn’t a song listed in the CD. It doesn’t even have an artist name under the title either. Is his Walkman malfunctioning? But it shouldn’t be, his device is fairly new.

Out of curiosity. He press play to see if anything would happen.

Then a bright lighting light engulfs all of the teens. The colorful shards temporarily blinds them as they all closed their eyes.

And when they opened them. They are in a strange place.

The environments and buildings look as if it’s been painted in the style of traditional Japanese ink paintings. Trees are of simple and yet purposeful ink strokes. The mountains and trees surrounds the landscape as traditional buildings are scattered throughout.

“What the…?”

The teens are understandably confused. As they all gawked and are trying to understand what’s going on, they heard a robotic voice.

“Who are you?”

As they turn around, they see a woman in a red kimono with brown hair and eyes looking at them with the same amount of confusion as the teens do.

Uraume quickly recognized the voice and the strange woman’s presence, “No way… Are you, Meiko?!”

The woman in red is taken aback by how this teenager knows her name.

“Meiko? Wait you mean like the voicebank you got?” Sukuna questioned in disbelief.

“Voicebank?” Meiko asked.

Anddddd that’s basically the general start of the very first Sekai!

With Jin’s Sekai manifesting soon afterwards, with his theme being more of the sort of western 1930’s news reporter vibes.

Okay so like some quick pointers.

I’m having it so all the VS both the OG and from the ones within different Sekais all being basically connected. They are still different identities, but still connected and vaguely shares the same memories. Uhhh… basically like a system in a sense.

And Meiko within this first Sekai is very inexperienced compared to when we see her at the main story.

Thus rather than mostly being like a mentor/guardian to the kiddos. She was like. Actually friends with them.

So Meiko’s first friends were basically with all of Sukuna, Uraume, Yorozu, Uro, Jin, and Kaori.

She still helps them all out with their issues and such. But it’s definitely a different dynamic.

And after just a year and a half, the kiddos became very well-known and famous for their talents/passion.

Sukuna with his classical instrumentals.

Uraume with their traditional Japanese instrumentals

Yorozu and Uro with their dancing.

Jin and Kaori gets pretty well know within the journalism department due to their documentary on the Native Ainu people.

Additionally, not only do the kiddos listen and learn from Meiko, but so does Meiko learn a lot from the kiddos.

Meiko learns the appreciation and importance of passion, and the drive and strength to pursue it from mainly Sukuna.

Meiko learns the appreciation and importance of human life, and how everyone has value from Jin.

She also learns a lot from the other kiddos too. But it’s definitely still in the sort brainstorm stage.

Then suddenly in the year 2006, at February 17th. Kaito manifested in Jin’s Sekai! When Kaito first manifested, Meiko has a familiar sense that he and her meet before but she can’t quite put her finger down in when or even how. And Kaito too has that familiar feeling too.

It’s also should be noted that Kaito manifested only in Jin’s Sekai due to Jin’s and Kaori’s becoming partners very soon.

And then a bit over a month later. Yuuji was born.

After recovering from the hospital, Jin and Kaori brings Yuuji within Sukuna’s Sekai to show him to Meiko (at Sukuna’s due to Jin’s Sekai not really being baby proof with all the heavy metal typewriters lol)

And when Meiko holds baby Yuuji. Her admiration for life solidifies even more. Like she already does, but seeing the small life just adds more weight to it.

Things were going so well for everyone.

But as you can guess. It didn’t last.

In less than a year, Jin and Kaori would die tragically.

They died during their investigation into an alleged yakuza scandal that’s been going around Tokyo.

Both Meiko and Kaito were there to actually witness their deaths too.

Additional, once Sukuna hears the news of Jin’s death. It deeply wounds him, for they were close growing up.

During his grief he snaps and at the moment blames Meiko for Jin’s death. Saying she didn’t tried hard enough to save them. To convince them to not pursue such a dangerous situation.

Of course in reality, Sukuna is just deflecting for he mainly blame himself for not stopping them. But that unfortunately doesn’t stop him from being emotional atm and snapping at Meiko. Thus after the argument, Sukuna stop going back to the Sekai.

Thus leaving both Sekais abandoned/empty.

However, even though Sukuna doesn’t mean it, Meiko does blame herself for their deaths due to in the past giving Jin the advice to always pursue his passion even if it’s scary. Something she forever regrets telling him.

Kaito blame himself in a similar way to Sukuna. Where he should have tried harder to convince them to not go. To think more about their son. And how now Yuuji will grow up without his parents.

Meiko comforts him and telling him that it wasn’t his fault, and that it was outside of his control for Jin was too focused to be persuaded.

Thus it was just Meiko and Kaito by themselves until Miku and the third Sekai manifested in 2007.

Meiko decided to take this opportunity to redeem herself and properly help the kids within this new Sekai.

Unfortunately for her it doesn’t end all that happily either. But bright side is that at least nobody died! Well… at least non of the kiddos who “manifest” the Sekai.

It’s just that the one person who did have passion accidentally injured herself from over practicing, thus leading into an awful burnout that cause her to quit music.

Thus after the Third Sekai becomes abandoned, Meiko stepped down and have Miku led from now on.

But yeahhhh~

That’s the general story ideas that I have for the backstory of Meiko and her past with Jin and Sukuna!

Let me know if you have any other questions! :3c

[velvetsainz]

silly season predictions

(post-lewis to ferrari b/c no one saw that coming lmao)

[ confirmed, pretty sure, wild ass guess, "i have no clue & i had to put something", * dependent on retirement ]

by team:

- ferrari → charles leclerc, lewis hamilton - mercedes → george russell, fernando alonso - rbr → max verstappen, daniel ricciardo - aston martin → lance stroll, yuki tsunoda - mclaren → lando norris, oscar piastri - alpine → pierre gasly, esteban ocon - williams → kimi antonelli OR valtteri bottas, alex albon - haas → ollie bearman, kmag - vcarb → liam lawson, sergio perez OR jake dennis - sauber → carlos sainz, theo pourchaire

by driver:

- carlos → sauber (for transition to audi) - fernando → mercedes (the story writes itself + reports of his team in contact w/ toto already) - yuki → aston martin (for their transition to honda) - danny ric → rbr (they've been telegraphing this for awhile now) - liam → vcarb (or w/e it's called at that point) ((FINALLY)) - retirement or lose seat → valtteri*, nico, checo*, zhou (this hurts, but i doubt he'll keep his seat unless he blows us away & destroys vb) - newcomers → kimi*, ollie, theo, jake* - stay → pierre, este (at a minimum, one of the alpine boys stays), alex (i just don't see a great spot for him on the market other than merc), george (this has become very clear in recent days)

probably super wrong on at least a few of these, but there are a number that i don't think i'm too far off on! hopefully this will also mean more rookies on the grid rather than wasting on the vine.

plus! andretti cadillac may pursue legal avenues to get themselves on the grid in 2025 (b/c they should be on the grid), so that could change things as well (probably most for those w/o seats or floating retirement).

thoughts? comments? threats? outrage? let me know!

[candysharkart]

minor vb oc ideas for funsies (that being the idea of rusty having friends and other relationships that get erased from his life) that im fussing with still

a The Teenage Witch, magic space rollerskates, and an boy investigative reporter thats just tintin n the nerd from cyber6 smashed together

and giggle guts who is not a vb oc but he seems pretty self explanatory (maybe)

[feminist-space]

https://www.wavy.com/news/local-news/virginia-beach/suspension-for-boy-who-told-principal-of-student-with-bullet-in-vb-private-school/

"An 11-year-old boy who alerted his principal at St. John the Apostle School in Virginia Beach after another student brought a bullet to class is in trouble at the school.

His family said he’s being punished for speaking up and doing the right thing, and they’re upset because the reporting student received the same suspension as the student who had the bullet.

The family also thinks the adults involved at St. John the Apostle School in Virginia Beach need to have, “in their words,” an ounce of grace dealing with an 11-year-old child who was only trying to do the right thing.

The 11-year-old saw the bullet, but he was about to begin mandatory testing, so he waited until the testing was over, which was about two hours.

“We teach our children, ‘see something say something’ but that means ‘see something, say something’ when it is safe,” said the family’s attorney, Tim Anderson.

Said the reporting child’s mother, Rachel Wigand: “He doesn’t want retaliation or people to dislike him, so he is going to do it anonymously.”

To do that required his waiting until after testing, and then he told the school principal.

“Said thank you for reporting that, but in the same breath you are suspended because it wasn’t quick enough,” Wigand said.

And the reporting student and the student with the ammunition received the same two-day suspension.

“If you punish a child for reporting, they are not going to report anymore,” Anderson said. “It makes school more dangerous. She doesn’t want that. I don’t want that; nobody should want that.”

A woman who answered the door at the school only replied, “I’m sorry,” before slamming the door closed. There was no response to a question shouted through the door about why the student who reported the bullet was suspended.

The school’s attorney, who serves as general counsel for the Catholic Diocese of Richmond, wrote to Anderson that “the school will not reduce the discipline,” said that the child should “bring safety issues to staff immediately” and “please confirm parents will support the school’s decision.”

Do the parents support the school’s decision?

“I do not,” Wigand said. “I think it is extremely harsh, and unjust and the most ludicrous decision to do that, to suspend the reporting person.”

Anderson said there is no policy in the school’s student handbook for failing to report possession of ammunition.

“There is no punishment if you don’t immediately report it,” Anderson said. “I mean, what if he would have jumped up, and said ‘there’s a bullet in his bag.’ They would have locked down the school. It would have caused chaos.”

According to the reporting child’s mother, what happened has changed the dynamic of the classroom when the two students returned to class Monday after the two-day suspension that began on Thursday.

“He ultimately requested that he be allowed to be out of that desk group and move his desk over,” she said. “… There was no communication … between the two, according to my son.”

They also argue that the way the school handled the situation by suspending both removed the element of anonymity, as opposed to getting the information, calling police, finding the bullet and suspending only the student who had the bullet without any reveal of Wigand’s son.”

What message is the reporting student’s mother giving to her son now?

“I’ve told him that it is out in the school,” she said. “Hold your head high. That he did the right thing. He should relay that to the other students and say, ‘if this were you, what would you do?'”

Legal action could be pending on this.

Wigand and Anderson said that, if the school does not reconsider the two-day suspension as part of Wigand’s son’s record, they will go to court as a last resort.

In a statement from Superintendent of Catholic Schools Dr. Michael Riley, it said wouldn’t comment about student or family matters, but that it expects students “to bring safety issues to the attention of school staff immediately.”

[nonchalantatall]

PRSK Kamikou Phantom Thief/Detective AU

For any issue that gets brushed off by the state, any personal problem too embarrassing to file a legal report for, or anything too small, simple, or mundane to bother paying actual professionals a different business to handle, there’s a member of the White Rock Detective Agency—or R-A-D-W for short—ready to assist you!

(Don’t ask why the letters are out of order, it’s a touchy subject among the staff.)

Explanation of the AU under the cut

All of the relationships are ambiguous, so you can apply your own connotation headcanons as you wish. There are strong mizuan, mizurui, and mizuena vibes lol

The explanation includes mild fic spoilers, but you can read it before the fic if you want and be fine. Although if you want to figure out the mystery while reading, then I recommend coming back to read the explanation after. The plot in the fic is very vague in the scenes I wrote, and I also don't really feel like writing any more, so you may need to come back to get the full picture afterwards

I know I said it's a kamikou au, and the fic itself technically is, but Mafuyu, Shizuku, and Emu are all kinda important to what little plot actually exists in the fic, but they really aren't mentioned by name except for Mafuyu at the very end (K also gets a name drop at one point). I left all of it kinda vague on purpose to emphasize the kamikou characters since it was based on a kamikou event to begin with.

The full story starts with the disappearance of an Aristocrat’s daughter (Mafuyu). This daughter had a fond friend within the aristocracy (Shizuku) who became seriously worried when she disappeared. Shizuku hired a high-class private investigator (Emu) to find her.

But Emu doesn’t work alone. There’s only so much she can do when there's so many people looking at her in high society. She can get away with more than the usual aristocrat, being the 4th youngest in her moderately prominent family, but she has 3 officers (WxS) running more of the dirty work out in public. Emu took the case of Mafuyu's disappearance seriously because she's also emotionally involved like Shizuku is.

WxS quickly realized Mafuyu covered a lot of her bases when she vanished. It was almost as if she never existed at all. It doesn't help that Mafuyu's parents don't want to talk with WxS despite trying to find their daughter. They're lower class, no-name, prying eyes who are sticking their noses in someone else's business where they don't belong.

Despite being backed by Emu, they needed to get access to a detective agency's credibility to go searching in more places for any clues as to where she could've gone all while without giving themselves away to mafuparents who grew to be strongly against WxS' involvement in their daughter's case.

They heard of R-A-D-W (White Rock Detective Agency), a "new" office trying to get its feet off the ground, and they saw an opening. They're posing as rookie detectives there while still investigating the missing daughter on the side and keeping it a secret from the agency owners (VBS).

It's important to me that you know Emu is WxS' sponsor while living on her family’s estate, and Kohane has a real job that pays for VBS's room and board (me, coping with not including them)

VBS... they're just trying to do their jobs man, they had no business getting wrapped up in this but oh well. "White Rock" is a direct translation of An's last name (Shiraishi, 白石). The White Rock Detective Agency or R-A-D-W (please notice how I stupidly rearranged the letters to make it close to rad weekend) is her family’s agency that fell off a few years ago after a tragic loss, but she is determined to restore the agency name to its former glory with a few other aspiring detectives--particularly two young gentlemen who have been helped by R-A-D-W in the past and are determined to repay that debt.

As you can probably guess, Mafuyu is being hidden by Niigo. More specifically, she's being sheltered by Kanade, while Ena makes their money with her art, and Mizuki steals back things Mafuyu used to own. In the months buliding up to her breaking point and running away from her abusive household, Mafuyu's mother took things from her that she deemed to be a distraction as punishment for not focusing on her studies and family affairs. The other 3 are enraged by what mafumom has done to her and will keep Mafuyu safe and hidden from her old life, no matter the cost.

This AU has been a great source of brainrot for me the past few months so if you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer 🥹

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Monza 2020

-Haven’t even started the race yet but Monza just gives such good vibes

-“One of the first permanent circuits in the world” 🎶history🎶

-Not even going to comment on Ferrari qualifying, but first Mercedes front row lockout in Monza since 2016 is pretty cool

-Carlos second row!!

-“It’s lights out and away we go” I missed hearing that 😭😭

-Carlos!! Aaah Lando too!!

-Kimiii!! Just seeing the seven on the AlphaRomeo made me so happy!

-Let’s go Lando!

-Car No.3!!!

-I’ve just realized I’ve consistently watched Valterri lose out so many places at the start of every old race I’ve watched recently

-“Puncture” man why

-“Lance Stroll squeezes past Max Verstappen” I’m sorry??

-I’m pretty sure Lando and Carlos haven’t ever shared a podium in McLaren, but man this might’ve been such a close chance for them

-Yes Max! Let’s go baby!!

-“Taking as much as the inside line as he possibly could there”

-Watching Max and Daniel fight it out at the start replay and I might just cry

-Oh god didn’t even realize Pierre and Alex touched

-“There goes Lando Norris. Been reporting issues with hornets in the past few days and that would’ve left a sting on Valterri Bottas” Lol what

-Sebastian???? Oh brake fail goddamittt

-First ever retirement at Monza. This is just really frustrating

-“First time in his career that he has been in the top two positions” Yay Carlos

-“First time McLaren has run in the top three positions since Jenson Button” Nice

-Can Kimi please be in the points at the end of the race?

-Oh? Black and white flag for Lando

-VB: “Can’t race with this engine setting. It’s a joke”

-Alex! Overtaking with floor damage?!

-Is that Kevin? Oh no, whyyy?

-Op- safety car. Commence the pit stop games!

-Oh McLaren staying out?

-Pitlane entry closed? What? Whaaaat? But Lewis just pit??

-McLaren getting an up on Mercedes through strategy was not on my bingo card for this race

-Okay do McLaren win this race?? Cause I really didn’t go into this race expecting that

-🎶Double stacking 🎶

-God the coordination this must take cause all the cars are in and they all have to make sure they’re not impeding the others on their way in/out

-Lance running second place is crazy

-Okay so maybe McLaren don’t win this

-“So this has really changed the order round by quite some margin” Tell me about it! Max is p13!

-Charles comeback!! (Does he still have to pit? Please tell me he doesn’t)

-Kimiiiii

-Oh shitttttttt! That crash just sent a horrifying physical reaction through my body. That was extremely sudden.

-What a nightmare for the Ferrari truly

-Why not just announce both Antonio and Lewis’ penalties at the same time?

-Okay Charles seems to be good, he’s running

-Red flag??

-Oh god the marshals have just wrecked Charles’ car

-“That was the last time we had a red flag because of debris- Azerbaijan 2017?” I think about that race all the time, I really do

-Hehe Lewis whizzing away in his scooter

-Ugh it would be really cool if Lance won this race, especially since everything right now is so much in his favor, but I don’t have that much hope, so maybe podium?

-Oh is Lewis fighting the stewards?

-“Kimi Raikkonen currently stands at fourth” ✨ happy, happy✨

-Oh normal standing start?

-I will cry if Kimi makes podium

-Okay okay okay, light’s out and away we go pt2!

-Aaaah Pierre and Kimi!!!!

-“The old man on the grid, really going for it” Who you calling old man?!

-Ooh Lance nice

-Aaah Alpha Tauri, AlphaRomeo, Alpha Romeo!!

-“Verstappen down in 14th place” Going to ignore that”

-Completely forgot Antonio has to take a penalty as well

-Can the race just end now!!?

-“Hamilton half a minute behind the leader”

-“23 seconds gap to the pack”

-“One thing Giovinazzi is doing at the moment is helping out his teammates Kimi Raikkonen by staying out a little longer” yes let’s go

-“Verstappen in the pits with a problem” Kill me

-The AlphaTauri karma really came through didn’t it? Red Bull DNF and p14 when Pierre’s leading is crazy

-“Hamilton one and a half second faster than the leaders” He really is that guy

-“Carlos be patient with Raikonnen. Be patient” “I’m worried about Gasly” “One at a time Carlos” I really need him to not make a move actually

-No Carlos, nooo whyyyyy?!

-Ugh no, Lance too??

-I will scream

-Lando’s passed him as well now. I am done

-It really has come back for McLaren. Would be cool if Lando makes podium too

-“The Merc doesn’t like following” That was cold

-Lewis is really going hammer time right now

-“Raikkonen’s been relatively easy to get past” What if I just let all these cars run me over huh?

-“For the last 106 consecutive races the winners have been a Mercedes, a Red Bull or a Ferrari, none of those teams are on the top three right now”

-For the love of god, if Kimi loses out on points I will lose it

-Officially losing it

-“Very good driving from these young drivers” So funny to think of them as young now

-CS: “I want this win Tom” :(

-Pierrrre Gaslyyyyyyyyyyyy

-“He leaves Monza as a race winner in Formula One” Aaaah let’s go!!!

-PG: “What did we just do?!? Ohmygodd guys we did it again!” “P1 Pierre! P1!”

-Aw Red Bull cheering them on

-Yesss Driver of the Day

-CS: “So close yet so far. One more lap, I needed one more lap” :((

-“What a feel great result this is” I swearrrr

-“Even the guy who does their Covid tests was out there, screaming and punching the air” 😭😂

-Aw Charles too

-To LS: “Be happy! Podium at Monza”

-“Why don’t I get these kind of interviews? I always get “You won again Lewis” “I did” “You lost again Valterri” “I did” “You couldn’t keep up with the Mercs Max” “I couldn’t””

-Haha that cracked me up

[epicrainbowsheep]

Sugar you're worth the pain

Agent Whiskey x Reader

You've asked Agent Whiskey to help you put your new furniture together, the instructions seem to get the better of you both.

Warning Smut

I had wayyyy to much fun with this, it was originally meant to be just fluff but I got carried away... The idea for this is inspired by @ezrasbirdie imagine of Carsalesmen Jack Daniels getting frustrated with instructions, I pissed myself laughing reading that post and needed to make it reality. And yes I did laugh while I wrote the paragraphs of Jack loosing his shit, I enjoyed this wayyyy to much 😂

A whiskey glass sat untouched on Agent Whiskey’s desk, his eyes strained from staring at the computer screen with the recent mission reports. He leaned back in his chair as he took a swig from his glass, the amber liquid leaving a burn as it goes down his throat. His eyes closed as he slumps in his chair, pulling his hat down to cover his face, muttering “A small nap won’t hurt”.

About half an hour later he was woken up from his sleep by a knock, “Come in” he said as he stretched his back, immediately regretting napping in his chair as he felt a twang of pain from his neck.

“Agent Whiskey?” The door opened to show his fellow Agent, (Y/N) aka Agent VB. She looked at Jack through her Statesman issue glasses, he looked out of it but smiled as soon as she entered. “Yes (Y/N)?” His knees cracking as he stood up, walking towards his whiskey bottle and poured himself another glass.

“Are you still going to help me assemble my furniture tonight?” She asked as he picked up his glass, “Yes of course I am” smiling as he brought the glass to his lips, he winced as the pain from his neck came back. He walked (Y/N) to the door and leaned against the frame, smiling again masking his pain.

His smile dazzling you too much to not notice, too busy basking in how handsome he looked in his black Stenson and tight formfitting button down shirt. You bite your lip and walked towards your desk, pulling out the desk chair. “Remember that I’m buying dinner as a thank you!” You called back to him, from your desk, “Don’t worry Agent VB I won’t” He winked as he closed his office door.

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You double checked the furniture you had in the flat-pack boxes in front of you, “Bookcase, desk, bed frame, the dining table chairs are coming tomorrow” hearing the knock at the door you got up from your crouched position, walking to open the front door to Jack Daniels in all his cowboy glory. He’d managed to changed before he came over, in jeans and a t-shirt, “I made sure to bring my toolbox, wasn’t sure if you had any” he tapped the black tool box in his hands and rests it on the kitchen bench.

“You are correct, in my last place I helped my roommate put some draws together, neither of us had hammers so we used our high heels” You laughed, beckoning him to follow you, “Remind me to get you a hammer then” he chuckled as he followed you into the living room.

“So what are we working with here sugar” Jack took off his hat as he gestured to the multiple flat packs on the ground of your living room. “There is a desk, bookcase and a bed frame” pointing to each box as you list down the furniture items. Jack whistles and shakes his head “You know I’d be easier to actually buy your furniture already built”, he started to open the box labeled ‘bookcase box #1’.

“True but it would be a nightmare to get them up the stairs of my apartment complex” you helped Jack put the contents of the box out on the floor, “Where are the instructions?” You thought out loud.

“Maybe in another box?” Both of you open the other boxes, ending up finding the instructions in the third box, “You’d think they’d be in the first box” Jack opened up the instructions and put his reading glasses on, you couldn’t help but admire how sexy he looked with glasses on, the amount of times you’ve daydreamed about him with nothing but those on as he would lazily thrusted into you-

“Sugar we better get started” Whiskey’s words snapped you back to reality, “Yes Da-Jack” trying not to let him see your red face as you nearly called him Daddy, attempting to sort the rest of the nails and screws apart. After separating all the parts, Jack started reading the instructions, his eyebrows furrow and eyes start to squint in confusion.

“What does the instructions say?” You peek over his shoulder to look at the instructions, “There all just pictures! Where are the words? it’s all arrows and black and white lines?” He scratches his head, you pointed to the section at the top of the instructions, “I think this is where we start and that is what we need to put it together” Grabbing the screws and a wooden plank and not so confidently smiled at him, “We better get started”.

Both you and Jack ‘attempted’ to put the bookcase together, you managed to get the main rectangle base together with one shelf in place, “(Y/N) this doesn’t look right” you both stared at the sorry excuse for a bookcase, it was crooked and had no back.

“I feel like we missed some pieces” you looked from the picture to what you both managed to put together, “But we used everything that came in the boxes” you continued talking, Jack nods in response as he inspects the bookcase, he pokes it with his index finger, it wobbles but stays upright.

“Darlin’ I don’t think this is a bookcase, it doesn’t even have a back!” To prove his point he sticks his arm between the wood, “Any books sitting on this will fall through” he grins as you walk towards him, grabbing one side of the bookcase “Moving it to the wall will fix it, now help me move it” Jack nods as you both pick it up, instructing him where you wanted it.

“Now that’s one down lets conquer this desk!”

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A half assembled desk and variety of tools are sprawled all over the floor, Jack’s trying to figure out how to attach the draws. He’s loosing his mind, he’s been at it for 3 hours now and is at his breaking point. “Please slide in” Jack attempts to slide in the draw and it jams.

“FUCK I GIVE UP! He yells, slamming the draw onto the top of the desk in frustration, the impact collapsing the whole thing. He winces at his neck, the action causing the pain too ebb back. “JACK WHAT THE FUCK” your eyes go wide as you drop the hammer you we’re using, in shock of Jack’s outburst.

“You know ‘what the fuck’ is up, this damn fucking flat pack shit! I can’t even read the instructions even with my glasses” he storms passed you to the bookshelf, “It definitely is in another language, even the linguistic team couldn’t translate this shit!”. You watched him stomp around, you’d never seen Jack like this. Agent Whiskey the ever suave flirty boss, always the southern gentleman, a voice so smooth that’d make anyone (you) instantly orgasm. A flat pack has reduce him to an angry 6 year old having a tantrum.

He goes to lean on the bookshelf “And to top it off this furniture ain’t good quali-“ as his elbow makes contact there is a loud crack, it snaps underneath the sudden weight and collapses, taking him down with it.

There was only silence following a groaning Jack, his neck even worse than before. Jack looking towards you for help, to only be met with a shit eating grin. “What you grinnin’ at” he mutted, that set you off laughing. You tried to walk over but doubled over, rolling on the floor clutching your stomach cackling as you went. You managed to get out a ‘You Jack’ between giggles, grabbing his hand to pull yourselves up.

“You done laughin’ sugar” he said, managing to calm yourself you wiped the tears from your eyes. “For now” you giggled, “I’ve never seen you loose your shit Jack, In all the years I’ve known you, you finally broke your ‘handsome southern gentleman’ ways” air quoting as you spoke, Jack’s mood perked up suddenly at your words.

“You think I’m handsome” you suddenly went quiet, only now realising your slip up, you started to walk backwards as he started to walk towards you. “Cat got your tongue Darlin’” you stood still, his chest nearly touching yours, your cheeks burning red that he finally caught you.

“Yes” you managed to squeak out, “You wanna kiss me?” His voice went deeper, his southern drawl really showing. “Yes Jack” he walked towards you, ripping his glasses off as his left hand went to you hold your neck, back hitting the wall as he kissed you passionately. Your hands wrapping around his back, putting him into you even more, his right hand making it to your waist, squeezing your hips then making its way to rest on your arse.

Tongues intertwined, teeth clashing against each other, all the pent up flirting over the years finally released. He grabbed both of your thighs, lifting you up as you wrap your legs around his waist, and ground into your clothed pussy, both of you coming apart, he moaned loudly as he started to thrust his growing erection into you. “Darlin’ look what your doin’ to me, makin’ me act like a horny teenager hearin’ those moans of yours” he moans again as you start sucking on his neck, “That’s it baby, claim your cowboy” his words spur you on as you start to bite his neck.

He moans even louder and thrusts even harder into you, “I ain’t gonna make it if you keep doin’ that, where’s your bedroom sugar?” You point towards your bedroom, too busy leaving hickeys on his neck. Jack just manages to make it to the bedroom and you both end up falling on the bed, “Sorry Darlin’ not being too graceful today, how ‘bout we loose some layers” he starts to slide your shirt up your torso hinting towards the obvious.

You both start making out again, one by one clothes fell off the side of the bed , leaving you both naked. Jack couldn’t believe how lucky he was, (Y/N) was sprawled out under him, her skin glowing underneath the moonlight, her (S/B) breasts heaving up and down with her breathing. Her lips slightly swollen from the making out, her lips part releasing a moan as he slid his hands to squeeze her breasts, his nose dragging along the valley of her breasts, up her neck, slowly leaving kisses up to her ear.

“What do you want baby” Jack husks into her ear, as his right hand slides down her stomach to her cunt, rubbing his fingers between the folds, making sure to rub her clit. “Finger me please Daddy” you whine out, not ashamed of anything anymore, Jack moans even louder at the nickname.

“Fuck baby” he plunges his finger into your cunt, slowly sliding one in and out, coaxing out more sweet mewls from you. “Daddy’s gonna make you feel good sugar” he slides a second finger into you, he picks up the pace, scissoring his fingers, making sure to hit that sweet spot. “Shit Jack I’m cumming FUCK” you moan out as you see white, grabbing his cheeks you smoosh your face to his, giving a sloppy kiss as he starts to reach for a condom that’s on the floor, making sure to roll the condom onto his thicc cock.

“You ready for Daddy’s dick baby” he growls into your ear. “Yes Daddy please give it to me” you cry out as he slides his cock into you, the walls of your cunt stretching around making you whine, moaning as he bottoms out. “This cowboy is gonna rock your world Darlin’ so hang on” Jack starts pounding into you at a brutal pace, the feeling of his cock going in and out was divine.

“Jaackkk your dick is sooo thicc” you mewl out, his hips rolling in a particular way that makes you cum instantly. Your pussy clenches as you cum, crying out his name, his hips falter “Shit baby you feel so tight, just like I thought you’d be” he groans out as you clench again, another orgasm building. “Such a good girl for be baby, m-makin’ me hard whenever you bend over wearing that skirt to work” he picks up the pace, both of you moaning out as he pounded even harder into you, both chasing your orgasms.

“SHIT BABY!” Jack lets out the loudest moan that you’ve ever heard a man let out, crying out his name in the process as he stills. You could feel his cock pulse as he came into the condom. He pulls out, grabbing your waist as he slumps onto his back, the horniness must have blocked out the pain as his neck twinged again.

“Jack that was amazing” you sighed laying onto his chest, “That it was sugar, can I ask you for some painkillers? My neck has been killin’ me” he felt you smile against his chest. “Been waiting for you to ask me, noticed when you were bending down to pick up the hammer earlier” you slipped out of bed, coming back with some painkillers and a glass of water.

“Thanks darlin’” He kisses you sweetly once you hand them to him, “Jack you ever used a memory foam pillow?” He shook his head “Never thought I’d need one, you swap your pillows around. “Try mine, they really help with bad necks” he laid back down, wiggling his body to get comfortable. He sunk into the bed, sighing in delight “Baby that feels so good, come ‘ere” his arm opens to let you in, snuggling up to his body as he pulled the blankets up.

“Your always lookin’ after me” he mumbles into your hair, before his stomach grumbles. “Shit we never got dinner!” You groaned out, Jack pulls you in closer to kiss the top of your head. “Don’t worry baby we can order some food later, this cowboy is tired” his arm pulling you even closer, “Jack?” You asked head lifting off his chest to look at his face. He opens one eye as he respond “Yeah darlin’”, you kiss his cheek “Thank you for coming tonight, even if you were in pain” he grins to kiss you on the lips gently.

“Sugar you’re worth the pain”

[proseka-headcanons]

You know how Kohane is a fan of WxS? And there's a popular HC (at least I think it's an HC, feels real to me tbh) that Akito is a MMJ fan? HC: At least one person in each group is a fan of another group.

Ichika loves listening to Nightcord's music, she'll often try to play their songs on her guitar. Saki, an Airi fan, obviously loves MMJ (this grows after that one Valentine's Day where she made chocolates with Airi and Emu). She'll never admit it, but Shiho loves WxS. They make her smile and feel good, and honestly it's nice to see someone who cared for her chasing his dreams. And Honami surprises everyone when she's able to memorize VBS's songs. Both covers and original (Honami busting out the rap for Shanti and the entirety of Machi to the surprise of literally everyone around her).

Minori finds herself visiting PXL more often just to see WxS perform (and okay, maybe she also wants to spend time with them and this is the best time to ask). Haruka listens to Leo/need's music whenever she's working out. Airi does her best to attend as many of VBS's live events as she can. And Shizuku actively listens and waits for Nightcord's music.

Kohane, while obviously a WxS fan, also enjoys listening to Nightcord, especially on days where she feels upset and needs something that will help her cry, rather than cheer her up (because that's what she needs at the moment, a good cry). An has a secret account she uses to watch MMJ stream (she's worried that karma will come after her for all the teasing she's done against Akito, she has no idea the other VBS members already know she has a secret account because they watched her log in). Toya, ever the supportive (adopted) brother, goes to Leo/need's concerts (sometimes even skipping practice to do so). And much like Shiho, Akito will never admit to being a WxS fan (imagine if Tsukasa or Rui found out? What if they pull him up on stage like they've done with Kohane? No thanks... okay, fine, Nene can know. JUST NENE!!... He isn't sure where he stands with Emu knowing.)

Tsukasa jumps from group to group depending on what he's working on, currently he's mainly listening to VBS. Emu will sometimes join a MMJ stream and be one of the most active chatters (sometimes being reported for spam). Rui tends to have Nightcord on in the background as he works. Nene listens to Leo/need and will sometimes ask Ichika if she has the lyrics so she can learn them.

Kanade enjoys MMJ and will listen to any song of theirs that Mizuki has shared (since she tends to get them first), she loves how it makes her feel and she'll often use those feelings towards her own compositions. Mafuyu listens to WxS music, both as a way to, maybe, better understand Emu, and as a way to, maybe, just maybe, better understand her own emotions. They do a good job displaying them, so... Ena refuses to admit she loves VBS. It has nothing to do with Akito or the fact she's the one responsible for her little brother chasing street music. Totally (it is but if she admits it, she'll cry). Mizuki has made several MVs for Leo/need. They sit in a flashdrive she carries around. She loves their music and sometimes hopes to run into one of them (Saki most likely seeing how she's Tsukasa's sister) so she can give them the MVs (hopefully they like them, she was so nervous making them).

In short: they're all friends and supportive of each other, your honor 🥺 trust me 🙏 I know it to be true

THESE ARE ALL SOOOOOO REAL OMFG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW REAL YOU ARE FOR THISSSS - mod ena

OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH also wait rq does anyone remember Tsukasa SCREAMING "LEO/NEEEEED AAAAUIFUFU" because it lives in my head rent free. I love them all being friends and being supportive -🦈

THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAARJFHDJFHFH I WILL LITERALLY CRY/pos mizuki making leo/need mvs.......... who meets them first who do they get to give the mvs to do they like them i need to knOW /nf - 🎀

as mod rui him liking nightcord should be canon. their songs are perfect background music and also just perfect in general. these are all so cute rhhrgrhrhrhgr biting you /pos — 🎈

[rwbyvein]

Double Rainbow: The Purchase

Jaune: Should Faunus be sold as sex slaves?

Blake: *glare*

Jaune: No, but I'm not the one in charge of that. I mean, why WOULDN'T I buy one?

Blake: *glare*

Jaune: I mean, there's a good chance they're going to work themselves to death in one of the SDC mines.

Weiss: *glare*

Jaune: I mean, I'm basically a hero, here.

Weiss: *glare*

Jaune: I don't see you buying Faunus to make sure they are taken care of.

Yang: You know? He has a point. I mean, if VB doesn't buy them, who is? Probs. all of those sisters, but he's like really sweet.

Weiss: You are not suggesting?!..

Yang: I'm outright saying. You're a spoiled princess and can't use daddy's warbucks to save them.

Weiss: *vexed contemplation*

Yang: I say you put your money where your mouth is, and buy him one right now.

Weiss: I despise that this makes some semblance of sense.

Ruby: Who would you want?

Jaune: The chameleon is cute. And I can feel the pain. She feels like she could use a hug.

Weiss: That directly contradicts what you previously stated!

Yang: Would you rather he, you know?

Weiss: I would!.. Of course I would not!

Yang: Then buy him his cute little cammy girl already.

Ilia: *hanging naked, full body blush*

Blake: *a thousand thoughts passing through her head*

Weiss: *pulls out her credit card*

Jaune: Can we get her something to wear?

Shopkeeper: The market is right around the corner.

Weiss: At the very least we could start with a slave shift.

Shopkeeper: That will be...

Weiss: INCLUDED, of course. Unlike the rest of these rubes, I am not new to higher finance.

Shopkeeper: Did you want a shock collar, or?..

Jaune: *walks up to her*

Jaune (smiling): She's be fine, won't she?

Shopkeeper: *unlocks the collar hanging from an overhead bar*

Jaune: *picks up Ilia into a warm hug*

Weiss (holding the slave shift): *clears her throat*

Jaune: *puts her down*

* * *

Jacques: *looking at the credit report*

Jacques: She bought her first Faunus slave

Jacques: *wipes away tears of joy*

[ruleofvee]

so emotional over this au idea that i had to share

(thank you to @nc-vb and @laughteronsilverwings for helping develop this <3)

two-three years before the events of the sumeru arc, cyno is caught snooping into akademiya records, suspicious of their actions. out of fear of what he could uncover, and a need to get him out of the way without anyone questioning it, cyno is forcibly exposed to the contents of a divine knowledge capsule, driven to madness, before being dumped in Aaru village. reports say he often looked out towards the desert, almost longingly with what little sense he had left.

One day, cyno goes missing. the inhabitants of aaru village try to find him, of course, but unfortunate timing means a sandstorm rises and covers his wandering, stumbling tracks. it's concluded that he wandered into the desert that he loved so much, and perished in the sandstorm. he is grieved, the news is sent to his loved ones. but his chapter is closed.

seemingly.

what actually happened was the temple of silence got their hands on him again. feeling both an obligation to cyno, and excitement over the potential of uncovering how to destroy forbidden knowledge, the temple decides to try their hand at healing him...by tampering with his memories of the knowledge.

The idea is good. the execution is not. they are powerful mortals, but mortals all the same. cyno regains some of his lucidity, but traces of the knowledge remains, causing mood swings and lapses into renewed delirium. he is trapped between worlds, between lucidity and dreaming, between the past and the present, between the here and now and the dreams of 500 years ago. the temple recognizes the usefulness of this, and decide that cyno can be their link to forbidden knowledge, to the gods of old.

little do they know that someone else - or the remnants of someone else - has much the same idea.

the memory of rukkhadevata is both saddened and intrigued by the half-delirious general that fades in and out of her world. he barely knows who he is, and yet he is devoted to her in a way that is truly humbling. he clings to the memory of a god that isn't his. i want to save you, he says, and she doesnt have the heart to tell him that she is long past saving.

but he can save someone else. and it feels so much like taking advantage of him, using him, but...but he is her only link to reality. the only one who can still hear her weeping.

and so, rukkhadevata lies. she tells him that she is trapped beneath the akademiya, that she is being used to craft a new god. that she cannot fight back. that she needs him, her general, to free her.

she is a memory that cannot be saved. kusanali, however, is alive and deserves to live. and rukkhadevata will regret this for the remainder of her ever shortening existence...but kusanali could have no better protector.

and cyno could have no better god.

[takoyakidonuts]

I feel sorry for anyone here who followed me for my blog’s vocal synth news reports because when I get better, I’m gonna start from whatever is new and not catch up on where I left off. People are gonna go to the blog and be like “when did Akane and Aoi get a V6?” And “who tf is Aver?” And all I’ll respond with “new vb announced during the hiatus I took on it because I was unwell”. I’m sorry, the lists will blast you.

[liuisi]

top five memories from 2025 so far?

going to a mexican restaurant for my friend's birthday. not because the food was really very good it's just. i don't know a very dear time to me. you know when everything is glowy and happy and also literally everything is funny. yeah!! i got my phone stolen and they were judging my tumblr dash :( (slash affectionate)

going to my friend's house and watching the first three eps of natsuyuu season 1 with her!!! me and her used to call all the time when the dsmp was in full swing and watch all the streams/vods together so it was nice to do something like that again :3

sitting in our program room with my uni friends and trying to assign each other human body systems off of our Vibes . i got immune system for obvious reasons i think

having a youth group meetup at my friends house and scream singing old vbs songs! literally nothing compares to scream singing in group i am ALWAYS SAYING THIS!

literally just now left a call where we were all losing our mind over the biomol lab report and before that we were doing it at uni (OFFICIALLY IN SPRING BREAK NOW!) and simply the Vibes of all losing our minds together is unparalleled