#absolutely unpredictable enigma

[kuronarnze]

Okay,hear me out:

1) Isagi Fluff. But you are Kaisers sister and Isagi had no idea until one evening where you were practicing with Kaiser and you can keep up with him. Isagi gets curious and watches you and gets confused because of how you treat eachother,almost like a couple.

2) Bachira Fluff! He is just a Ball of sunshine! Where you watch the U20 Match and when they win.He runs to the stands and embraces you and his teammates gets confused so when Bachira tells them you are his girlfriend they first can't believe it!

a/n: thank you for requesting again! Im so sorry for the late response, im kinda busy nowadays so i apologize. Uh i made this isagi x reader oneshot in a rush so im sorry if there are any mistakes, enjoy the story !

Isagi Yoichi x Reader !

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Offside Feelings

Isagi had always considered Kaiser an enigma—talented, arrogant, and completely unpredictable. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for the discovery he made one fateful evening.

It started when he stayed behind after training, determined to perfect his finishing. That’s when he heard it—familiar, rhythmic footsteps echoing across the field. At first, he thought it was Kaiser doing some extra drills, but when he turned to look, he froze.

A girl.

You moved with precision, mirroring Kaiser’s footwork effortlessly, keeping up with his every move. When he lunged, you dodged. When he passed, you intercepted. It was like watching a mirror image of the German striker, but with your own graceful style.

Who the hell is that?

Isagi couldn’t tear his eyes away. The way you handled the ball, the sharpness of your movements—it was unreal. And yet, the ease in which you challenged Kaiser, the way you exchanged teasing remarks between plays, it all felt... familiar.

Then it clicked.

"You’re my little sister. Of course, you should be able to keep up," Kaiser scoffed, ruffling your hair before jogging off to the bench for a break.

Little sister?

Isagi's brain short-circuited. Kaiser has a sister? And she’s this good?

You caught his stare and tilted your head. “You’ve been watching for a while now,” you noted, a small smirk playing on your lips. “Are you impressed, or just shocked?”

Isagi blinked, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I—uh, both?”

You chuckled and walked up to him, extending a hand. “I’m y/n. And you must be Isagi Yoichi. Kaiser talks about you a lot.”

“He does?” Isagi raised an eyebrow, suspicious.

“Oh yeah.” You grinned. “Mostly about how annoying you are.”

“Figures.” Isagi sighed. Kaiser would say that.

That night, everything changed.

From then on, Isagi found himself constantly around you. Whether it was watching you train, talking about tactics, or just casually walking around the Bastard München facilities, the two of you were always together. It wasn’t long before Ness started making snide comments.

“Are you two dating or something?” Ness asked, arms crossed.

You and Isagi both sputtered at the same time. “No!”

But the blush dusting both of your faces said otherwise.

It was a strange thing—how easily you and Isagi fit together. Maybe it was your shared love for football, maybe it was the way you made fun of Kaiser together, or maybe it was just the way your presence made his heart race in a way he’d never felt before.

“You’re staring again,” you teased one evening after practice.

Isagi quickly looked away, pretending to stretch. “I’m not.”

You only laughed, shaking your head. “You’re a terrible liar, Isagi.”

And the truth was—he was falling for you.

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one.

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Thank you for reading! Have a nice day (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

[aventurineswife]

Aalto

Getting chomped on

By reader.

Whos short asf (4'10")

Please and thank you

I got flashbanged by a nsfw bot post when i opened the obey me community *sob*

“You Can’t Just Bite People… Right?”

Summary: Aalto prides himself on being untouchable—until you, a 4'10" menace, decide that his arm looks too biteable to resist. What starts as a simple chomp quickly escalates into a battle of wits, mist, and absolute absurdity. Aalto may have the power to vanish into the fog, but can he escape you?

Tags: Crackfic, Comedy, Fluff, Reader is a Gremlin™, Aalto is Confused but Intrigued, Biting (as a Love Language 🫶), Mist Powers but Make It Useless Against a Gremlin, Found Family Vibes (if you squint).

Warnings: Mild Violence (playful biting), Aalto's dignity is under attack, Reader is a menace to society, No serious plot, just unhinged nonsense.

A/N: this is why I left that community 💀🙏

Aalto was used to people trying to get a rise out of him. He was a walking enigma, after all, and the sheer curiosity people had about him was practically an art form. But there was one thing—just one thing—that he had never quite prepared himself for. And that... was you.

You, at a towering 4'10", had a very particular habit.

"Do you really have to do that?" Aalto asked, an eyebrow raised as he leaned back in his chair, his sunglasses perched on his nose. His usual unflappable demeanor was a bit more fragile than usual as you hovered near his side, eyeing his arm with such intensity it was borderline creepy.

"Oh, I absolutely do," you said, a sly grin spreading across your face as you eyed the flesh of his arm. "Come here, Aalto. I’m gonna bite you."

Aalto blinked, clearly confused, though his cool facade remained. "What are you...?"

Chomp.

Before he could finish his sentence, your teeth found their target, sinking into his forearm with alarming precision.

“Ow!” Aalto yelped, jerking his arm away, but you were quicker, clinging to his limb like a playful kitten who just discovered a new toy.

"You've got such a nice arm, Aalto," you said sweetly, ignoring his flustered attempts to remove you. "I just couldn't help myself."

The resonant fog around him swirled in sudden confusion, his mist powers fluctuating as your bite caught him off guard. Normally, Aalto was unpredictable, able to vanish into the mist in a second, but this? This was new territory.

"Seriously?! I'm literally a powerful Information Broker, and you're biting me like a feral gremlin!" he snapped, his usual suave charm dissolving into an incredulous laugh. You were literally hanging off of him, and your small stature made it even more ridiculous.

"Hey, hey, I told you I’d bite you," you teased, keeping your grip tight. "You're just too irresistible with all your mysterious charm, Aalto. And your arm is like... really biteable. It's giving me 'chomp it' vibes."

“I’m the one giving you the vibes?” He sounded utterly flabbergasted, clearly struggling with how he should handle this situation. He reached for his bone flute but hesitated—he wasn't sure if summoning a misty fog to hide from you was the best way to handle things. This was... different.

“You don’t understand,” you said between your soft bites. “This is what you get for always being so mysterious. I'm hungry for secrets, Aalto! And... maybe a little snack too.”

Aalto’s attempt to wiggle free resulted in him stumbling backward, colliding with the nearest wall. You, on the other hand, stayed attached like a determined dog with a favorite chew toy. The unexpected absurdity of the situation didn’t escape Aalto, but it did leave him momentarily speechless.

The mist around him thinned, his control slipping as your antics continued. He sighed, adjusting his sunglasses with an exaggerated movement. "You really are something else... You can’t just... bite me whenever you feel like it, can you?"

You finally let go, but not before giving his arm a final playful nibble. "I mean... that depends on if you keep being irresistible or not."

Aalto’s expression was a mixture of disbelief and... something else. Maybe a little bit of appreciation for your sheer audacity. He gave a small, bemused smile, though the perplexed look in his eyes didn't leave. "Unbelievable."

“Well,” you grinned, dusting yourself off. “It’s all part of the deal, right?”

Aalto’s eye twitched slightly, but before he could form a retort, you had already disappeared into the mist he'd casually summoned. And though he couldn’t see you, he had a strong feeling that, no matter how far away you were, his arm was probably still going to be your next snack.

"Unbelievable..." Aalto muttered to himself, walking off, his mist swirling around him, even more unpredictable than before.

[goldenarmyofficial]

Pre-game analysis - Midnight Showdown: The Gold Army vs. The Phantom Aces

🖊️ By Christopher Fowler – Senior Sports Analyst

⚡ The Unstoppable vs. The Unbeaten – Who Breaks First?

For years, the Phantom Aces have been an enigma—a team that does not lose.

No official records. No home stadium. No known history of defeat.

Every opponent who steps onto their field leaves changed. Some claim they play against shadows, others whisper about mirages, about plays that shouldn't be possible.

But now?

They face the Gold Army.

A team that never backs down.

A team built to win.

A team that thrives under pressure and has spent weeks preparing for war.

This isn’t just a game.

This is a battle for dominance, for history, for reality itself.

And by the time the final inning comes?

Only one of these legacies will remain.

⚔️ Gold Army – Strength, Power, and Absolute Confidence

Gold’s Key Strengths

🔥 Raw Power & Speed: A brutal mix of explosive athleticism and relentless drive.

🏆 Unshakable Mentality: The Aces thrive on mind games. But Gold does not doubt. Gold does not break.

⚡ Tactical Versatility: From Mack’s fearless instinct-based plays to Xavier’s surgical precision on the mound, Gold brings a diverse, adaptable game.

🧢 A New Captain Rises: With Herc mysteriously absent, Brody (#11) steps up to take the Captain role. He’s an imposing force at first base, bringing raw strength and leadership when Gold needs it most.

Gold Players to Watch

Brandon #58 – The Unbreakable Catcher (Catcher)

The rock behind home plate. Brandon has been studying Vincent Moreau, watching tape, learning his patterns. If anyone can break the Phantom Catcher’s influence, it’s him.

Mack #70 – The Instinctive Monster (Shortstop)

Once a precision-based player, **Master Percival rewired Maximus into Mack—**a cocky, reckless, instinct-driven beast. His blindfold training has pushed his reflexes to inhuman levels. If there’s one player who can disrupt the Aces' eerie rhythm, it’s him.

Brock #46 – The Relentless Defender (Second Base)

Brock isn’t just quick—he’s relentless. His ability to chase down impossible plays and shut down runners makes him a crucial counter to the Aces’ unpredictable movement.

Dylan #20 – The Speed Demon (Right Field)

Fast. Smart. Everywhere at once. Dylan’s ability to cover massive ground will be key in countering Nate Voss’s outfield tricks. He won’t let the Aces steal free bases without a fight.

Xavier "Poker Face" #39 – The Unreadable Pitcher (Starting Pitcher)

Unlike the Aces’ Isaiah Crowe, whose pitches seem like illusions, Xavier brings absolute control. His pitches are razor-sharp, unreadable, and unnervingly precise. He doesn't overpower—he dissects. He's called "Poker Face" because even the most seasoned players have difficulty reading him.

🃏 The Phantom Aces – The Unbeaten Mystique

The Team That Shouldn’t Exist

No wasted movements. No hesitation. They move like one entity.

Their opponents don’t just lose—they start to doubt themselves. They start to see things. They second-guess every step.

Some claim their shadows shift. Some say their plays feel pre-determined.

Are they just that good?

Or is something else at play?

Phantom Aces Players to Watch

Maddox Kane #00 – The Phantom Captain (Shortstop / Captain)

If you lock eyes with Maddox Kane, your game is already lost.

Tall. Lean. Unshakable. He sees everything before it happens—always in position, always one step ahead. His presence alone disrupts opponents' confidence.

Vincent Moreau #13 – The Unbeatable Catcher (Catcher)

No one steals on Moreau. No one second-guesses him. He doesn’t need to speak—just his presence behind home plate rattles even the best hitters.

Isaiah Crowe #21 – The Phantom Pitcher (Starting Pitcher)

Crowe’s throws shouldn’t be possible. No one can track his windup. His form shifts mid-game. It’s like he throws reflections of other pitchers’ best pitches.

Silas Reed #17 – The Silent First Baseman (First Base)

No sound. No wasted movement. If you’re running to first, he’s already there. Some say he doesn’t even blink.

Nate Voss #9 – The Doppelgänger Outfielder (Outfield)

Hit a ball deep into center field? Somehow, Nate is already there. He moves like he exists in two places at once.

🚨 Mysterious Disappearance: Where is Herc?

One massive question hangs over the Gold Army:

Herc is missing.

The powerhouse of the team vanished before the final preparations.

No one saw him leave. No one heard anything. One moment he was there. The next, gone.

Did the Phantom Aces get inside his head?

Did he leave on his own?

Or is he still somewhere in Specter Stadium—watching?

⚖️ The Matchup – Breaking the Curse or Falling Victim?

The Aces have never lost.

Gold has never backed down.

One of those things is about to change.

The Midnight Challenge is set. The rosters are locked.

🏆 Official Roster Announcement – The Lineup for Both Teams

Gold Army Roster

🔹 Starting Lineup (Batting Order)

1️⃣ Mack (#70) @polo-drone-070 – Shortstop 🏃‍♂️💥 Explosive athleticism, instinct-based play, fearless energy

2️⃣ Daniel (#16) @danielgold-16– Center Field 🌪️🧤 Fastest outfielder, elite coverage, reliable catching

3️⃣ Isaac (#45) @isaac-gold-45– Designated Hitter ⚾🔥 Consistent contact hitter, precision batting (For Starting Pitcher Xavier #39)

4️⃣ Brandon (#58) @brandongold58– Catcher 🧱🎯 Tactical catcher, strategic playmaker, defensive backbone

5️⃣ Tariq (#89) @tariqgold89– First Base 💪🛡️ Towering presence, powerful bat, unshakable defense

6️⃣ Trevor (#52) @polo-drone-125– Third Base 🔥⚡ Aggressive plays, high-energy competitor, reactive defense

7️⃣ Alex (#64) @polo-drone-151– Second Base 🏆👀 Smart plays, quick reflexes, consistent fielding

8️⃣ Tamerlan (#73) @eddy-gold-73– Left Field 🎯🚀 Strong arm, tactical awareness, defensive powerhouse

9️⃣ Dylan (#20) @dylangold20– Right Field 🚄🧤 Reliable outfielder, excellent field coverage, clutch performer

🔹 Pitching Staff

⚾ Xavier "Poker Face" (#39) @polo-drone-039– Starting Pitcher 🎯🔥 A surgical pitcher, mixing controlled precision with devastating breaking balls. His cold, calculating mindset keeps hitters guessing and opponents locked in frustration.

⚾ Roman (#68) @roman-golden-68– Relief Pitcher ⚡🛡️ A tactical thrower with an adaptable mindset, perfect for mid-game adjustments.

⚾ Herc (#9) @goldenherc9– Backup Pitcher (MIA?!) 💥💪 If he returns, his raw power pitching can turn the game in Gold’s favor.

🔹 Bench / Substitutes

🔸 Ares (#10) @goldengod-ares10– Power hitter, momentum shifter

🔸 Brody (#11) @brodygold– Assisting Coach Chet in tactical planning

🔸 Herc (#9) – Pitcher / Designated Hitter (MISSING – if returns, a game-changer)

🔸 Leander (#88) @leander-gold-88– Versatile player, reliable under pressure

🔸 Trey (#52) @hero21us– Field coverage specialist, adaptable baserunner

🔸 Brock (#46) @brockgold– Solid infielder, tough defensive asset

🔸 Briar (#50) @polo-drone-050– Base-running ace, elite speedster

🔸 Ross (#79) – Utility fielder, dependable in late-game scenarios

🔹 Gold Army Leadership & Spirit

👑 Coach Chet – Master strategist, ensuring Gold plays with precision and discipline.

🦾 Brody (#11) – Team captain, assisting with on-field tactics and rallying the squad.

⚔️ Grayden @polo-drone-084 – The Golden Knight – Gold Army’s head mascot, leading cheers and pumping up the crowd.

Phantom Aces Roster

🔹 Starting Lineup (Batting Order)

1️⃣ Nate "Doppelgänger" Voss (#9) – Center Field 👀⚡ Always under the ball before it lands—sometimes in two places at once.

2️⃣ Isaiah "Mirror" Crowe (#21) – Pitcher 🎭🔥 Copies the opponent’s best pitch—only better.

3️⃣ Maddox "Phantom Captain" Kane (#00) – Shortstop 🧠🎯 Sees the game like he wrote the script.

4️⃣ Vincent "No Escape" Moreau (#13) – Catcher 🧱👁️ No pitch escapes him, no runner beats his tag.

5️⃣ Silas "Dead Quiet" Reed (#17) – First Base 🤫⚾ Moves without sound—already waiting for you at first.

6️⃣ Maddox Kane (again?) (#00) – Third Base 🌀👀 A second Kane stands at third. Real or illusion?

7️⃣ Caleb "Fogwalker" Hayes (#7) – Left Field 🌫️🏃‍♂️ One moment he's running down the ball—next, he's gone.

8️⃣ Julian "Moonlit" Graves (#22) – Right Field 🌙⚡ Moves before the ball is hit, eyes glowing in the dark.

9️⃣ Ezra "Vanishing Act" Quinn (#10) – Second Base 🚀🎭 Turns double plays before you even see him move.

🔹 Pitching Staff

⚾ Samuel "Eclipse" Harlow (#18) – Backup Pitcher 🕶️⚡ Throws into the void—batters swing at nothing.

🔹 Bench / Substitutes

🔸 Dominic "Revenant" Cole (#27) – Backup Catcher Never blinks, never flinches—has he always been here?

🔸 Jesse "Hollow" Briggs (#19) – Utility Infielder No mistakes, no errors—his glove swallows baseballs.

🔸 Dorian "Specter" Lowe (#29) – Backup Outfielder Glides like a shadow—sometimes, he just isn’t there.

🔹 Mascot

🦅Ace the Phantom Hawk – Its glowing eyes have already seen the final score.

🔔 First pitch: MIDNIGHT.

🏟️ Location: Specter Stadium.

Brace yourselves. The Midnight Challenge is about to begin.

[frenchonionsoop]

How did Oda leave such a strong impression on Dazai?

OOHH ok i have a lot of thoughts on this topic so bear with me, this is gonna be a long one My interpretation is the first thing Dazai latched onto about Oda was his honesty.

Oda is a very straightforward person, he rarely ever if at all has an ulterior motive and it totally blindsides Dazai. He can't manipulate Oda because he'll take what he says too literally, he can't predict him - not because Oda is good at hiding his thoughts, he just naturally has the most unreadable resting poker face imaginable - and no matter what he does nothing seems to phase Oda (keyword "seems", it often does he just doesn't show it) , and it intrigues Dazai.

As seen with Chuuya we know Dazai gets hooked on people who surprise and/or impress him, so I can absolutely understand how he saw the enigma that is Oda and said "you're my friend now we're having soft tacos later <3".

I could go on for hours about the various times Oda has bamboozled Dazai and how each effected him profoundly in so many different ways, but that's a discussion for another time. I don't think just these factors would realistically warrant Dazai's drastic change in world outlook and spur on his sudden redemption arc, so what did?

I believe it was his complete lack of judgement. Despite Dazai's constant suicide attempts and harsh view of the world not once did Oda outwardly judge him for it, which is in some ways a blessing and in some ways a curse. Oda never viewed himself as qualified enough to call Dazai out, which in hindsight might've done harm as there were times were Dazai needed someone to call him out, but unbeknownst to Oda that lack of judgement gave Dazai room to breathe.

He saw right past the silly facade and the darker side to Dazai, he saw a "sobbing child abandoned in the darkness of a world far emptier than the one we're seeing", and he saw a friend.

And this is exactly why Oda's last words hit Dazai so hard. Odasaku, who never speaks up for himself, Odasaku, who's so genuine he'd believe a murderer if they simply said "I didn't do it", Odasaku, who is now telling Dazai life might just be little better if he decides to help rather than hurt.

Bleeding out on the floor of a mansion, in a desperate attempt to make up for all the times he didn't confront Dazai Oda has to find some way to get through to him and fast. His harsh words to Dazai on how he'll never find that happiness he so desperately craves are so jarring they snap him out of his panic, suddenly he's blindsided all over again, and that vulnerable state gives Oda's next words the chance to reach deeper - "be on the side that saves people."

In order to truly get through to him, Oda needed to level with Dazai, the only way to do that in such little time was to repeat back to him his own internal mantra of "never filling that hole that is his loneliness". It's clear his words are false, especially the line "nothing beyond your own expectations will happen" as Dazai's entire speech to Fyodor in the prison is about his belief in the unpredictable nature of human beings.

But regardless, that slap in the face of hearing his own self-destructive thoughts voiced aloud after going his entire life without ever considering anybody else could understand them heightened Dazai's faith in Oda's promise of a life that's "a bit more wonderful."

What makes me adore Oda and Dazai's friendship so much is how grounded and natural it feels. Oda isn't some perfect saviour who always knows exactly what to say, far from it, he was a 23 year old PM grunt with 5 kids and a love for spicy curry, but that's all he needed to be.

Sorry this is so ramble-y and long winded if you couldn't tell already Oda's my favourite character so I have a lot to say about him 😭 Thank you so much for the ask!!!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Gladly taking you up on your smut requests omg??? The last one you posted was so good !! I absolutely LOVED the good day Clancy fic it was amazing. so I had a vague idea of a Clancy x reader fic where it starts out with fluff then leads into smut? My idea is that Clancy had broken the reader out of Dema and was now helping her adjust to life outside of the city. She's a bit nervous around him because of how ambitious he is and how much of a risk taker he is. She feels like with how firm he is with his decisions and how quick he is to act out plans, it's dangerous for her. She's just scared to get caught by the Bishops and returned to Dema. She ends up telling Clancy about all of this and he comforts her through her doubts and anxieties. With how much time they spend together while Clancy is helping her adjust, they end up getting pretty close and realize that they're actually a lot more alike than previously anticipated and they bond from it. Thennn you can go from there how you'd like ^^ idunno I've never requested fics before so idk if this is too much or not LMAO You can change it up however you like if you end up doing it!! I'm just itching for more Clancy x reader content really lol -🩷✨

Scared - Clancy x Reader - Smut

Warnings: Fluffy smut hehe

Word Count: 2438

A/N: I love writing lore fics ngl 👀 Also love that we've got new anons coming in! That was a great request :)

Clancy had always been a whirlwind of energy, an enigma of rebellion and daring plans. He’d been that way in the city but the second he stepped out of the walls he’d gone full tilt. From the moment he helped break me out of Dema, I had felt a tug of nervousness in my chest. I wasn’t quick like him, I wasn’t bold like him. He moved so quickly, his mind always calculating the next step, never stopping to rest for long. His intensity filled the camp as he conversated with the Torchbearer and while it was what had saved me, it also worried me. Clancy was unpredictable, reckless at times, and his ambition seemed limitless—qualities that made me feel like we were constantly on the edge of being caught, dragged back to the nightmare I had barely escaped. Hidden at the bandito camp, where the city’s grasp could not reach. The silence of Trench was disorienting after a life in Dema and I still wasn’t used to the freedom. The thought of it often sent me spiraling, making me wonder if this new world was really safer, or if it was just a ticking time bomb leading us down a path of being dragged back to Dema by the bishops. 

Clancy had seemed to notice I wasn’t coping well. His piercing gaze had fallen on me more than once, sizing me up, always quietly observing. I could tell he was holding back, waiting for me to come to terms with this new life on my own but it never happened–my worries growing heavier with each day. 

One night I found myself sitting near the fire, staring into the flames that Torchbearer had ignited. Clancy sat on the log next to mine, looking down at the notebook everyone knew he kept his plans in. The pen in his hand scribbled frantically as he spoke to himself quietly. My heart raced as I watched him, the feeling of helplessness clawing at me. What if he made a mistake? What if we didn’t move quick enough and we were caught? I couldn't take it anymore. 

“Clancy,” I said softly, walking up to him.

He stopped, looking over at me, his brow furrowing in concern. “Yeah?”

“I’m worried about what we’re planning. I don’t trust that we’re safe,” I admitted, my voice shaking slightly. “You’re so–so confident with every decision you make. We’re taking risks without thinking twice, and I’m… I’m terrified. What if the bishops find us? What if all of this was for nothing?”

For a moment, Clancy didn’t respond, his intense brown eyes studying me. Then, slowly, he moved across the log, allowing me to sit next to him. His presence, though comforting, also made me feel more vulnerable. The firelight flickered against his face, casting shadows in his dark hair, making him seem almost otherworldly.

“I know it's a lot,” he said quietly, his voice softer than usual, losing some of its usual bravado. “And I get that you're scared. You’ve been through hell in Dema. I know what it’s like to be afraid of them. The bishops... they have a way of getting into your head, making you think there’s no way out. But trust me when I say they don’t control you anymore.”

I shook my head, struggling to explain the storm inside me. “But you don’t understand. I feel like we’re still running. Like at any moment, they’ll find us, and it’ll all be over.”

Clancy’s eyes softened, and his hand reached out to rest on mine. I froze at the contact, not sure what to expect. But his touch was gentle, grounding.

“I do understand,” he said, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin. “I’ve been living like this for a while now. Always on the run, always looking over my shoulder. It’s not easy, and it never will be. But you don’t have to carry all that fear alone.”

I looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time, I saw past the recklessness, past the daring confidence. There was something deeper, something raw. He wasn’t as invincible as he made himself seem. He had his own scars from Dema, his own demons chasing him. And in that moment, I realized how much alike we were, despite my fears.

His hand squeezed mine lightly. “I’m here. You’re not doing this alone anymore.”

The vulnerability in his voice melted the walls I’d built, and I found myself leaning into him, letting his warmth pull me in. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close, and I let out a shaky breath, resting my head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, a rhythm that seemed to slow the chaos inside me.

“You don’t have to be like me,” he murmured against my hair. “I don’t expect that from you. Just be you. We’ll figure the rest out.” I closed my eyes, letting his words sink in. For the first time in days, I felt at peace. His arms around me, the quiet of the cabin, the crackle of the fire—it all felt... safe. Safer than I’d felt in a long time.

Time seemed to blur as we sat there together, the tension between us shifting. I felt myself relaxing into him, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the lines of his chest through his shirt. His body was solid, grounding, and I felt a strange sense of comfort in his presence. But something else stirred, too. A closeness that hadn’t been there before, or maybe had been, but I hadn’t let myself acknowledge. I lifted my head to look at him, our faces inches apart. His gaze, normally sharp and calculating, had softened. There was something in his eyes now—something vulnerable, open. My breath caught in my throat.

Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. The air between us had changed, thick with unspoken tension. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Clancy’s hand moved from my shoulder to my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin in a way that made my heart race.

My pulse quickened, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. I leaned in, closing the distance between us, my lips brushing his softly at first, testing the waters. His breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed me back, his lips firm and warm, as though they’d been waiting for this moment as much as I had. The kiss deepened, the fire between us growing with each passing second. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped around my waist, drawing me into his lap. The warmth of his body, the way he held me so tightly, so possessively, sent a shiver down my spine.

“Clancy,” I whispered against his lips, my voice trembling with need.

“Tent. Let’s go to my tent,” he muttered, picking me up bridal style and carrying us over to one of the larger tents in the campsite. Lucky for us the floor of his tent wasn’t too hard, the blankets he’d stolen from the city making a comfortable barrier between the dirt ground and us. 

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, rough with restraint.

I nodded, my heart pounding. “Yes. I need this. I need you.”

That was all it took. With a hum of approval, Clancy’s lips crashed into mine again, more urgent this time. His hands roamed my body, exploring, claiming. The world outside faded away, the Bishops, Dema, all of it disappearing as we lost ourselves in each other.

Clancy’s lips were relentless now, the hunger between us building with every passing second. The intensity of it made my head spin, my body aching for more. His hands, strong and warm, gripped my waist as he pulled me impossibly closer, my legs straddling his lap. I could feel the heat of him through the fabric of his clothes, his arousal evident against me, and it only stoked the fire burning inside me.

His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers tracing the bare skin of my back, making me shiver. The sensation sent a wave of electricity through me, igniting something deep and primal. I gasped against his mouth as he tugged at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one swift motion, tossing it aside without a second thought.

Clancy's eyes raked over me, dark and intense, his breath coming quicker now. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “and smart, and strong, and brave.” His hands cupped my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples, making me arch into him with a desperate need I hadn’t known I was capable of.

I moaned softly as he kissed along my jaw, down the column of my neck, his lips hot against my skin. His hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, claiming me in a way that felt both overwhelming and exhilarating. My fingers tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine, needing the barrier between us gone.

He obliged, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. The sight of him—strong, toned, and so undeniably real—made my pulse race even faster. I traced the lines of his chest with my fingers, marveling at the heat of his skin, the way his muscles tensed under my touch. I leaned in, kissing the curve of his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin, reveling in the way he groaned softly, his hands tightening on my hips.

Clancy’s hands moved to the button of my jeans, and I lifted myself slightly to help him as he deftly undid them, sliding the fabric down my legs and discarding them in the growing pile of clothes. His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me back onto his lap, his hardness pressing against my core through the thin material of my underwear. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with lust but also something deeper—something tender, almost reverent. “You’re sure?” he asked again, his voice barely more than a whisper, as though he needed to hear it one last time.

I nodded, my breath shaky but full of certainty. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

With that, Clancy’s hands slid beneath the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down and leaving me completely bare before him. His gaze darkened as he took me in, and the heat in his eyes sent a thrill through me. He shifted beneath me, his fingers brushing over my core, teasing, testing. 

“You’re so wet. Is all this for me?” He teased, bringing my slick to up his lips and sucking it off his fingers. I nodded desperately, my hips instinctively rocking against him, craving more.

He didn’t make me wait. His fingers found my clit, circling slowly at first, building the tension inside me. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as pleasure began to coil tightly in my belly. Clancy watched me with a hunger that matched my own, his touch both gentle and demanding, as though he knew exactly what I needed.

I was lost in him, in the sensation of his fingers, the heat of his body pressed against mine. Every touch, every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I could feel the tension building, spiraling higher and higher until I was on the edge of breaking.

“Clancy,” I moaned, my voice breathless, desperate.

He pulled his hand away, and I whimpered at the loss, but before I could protest, he shifted beneath me, undoing his own pants with a swift motion. The anticipation, the knowledge of what was coming, made my heart pound in my chest. I watched as he freed himself, his erection hard and ready, and my body ached with need. Giving his cock a couple tugs, he slipped on one of the few condoms he’d stolen from his draw back in Dema when we escaped. He lifted me slightly, positioning me above him, his eyes locked on mine, seeking permission one final time. I nodded, my body trembling with want, and slowly, he lowered me onto him, inch by inch, until he filled me completely.

The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of fullness and heat that made me gasp, my hands clutching his shoulders for support. Clancy groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he held me there, letting me adjust to the feel of him inside me.

“God you feel so good Y/N.”

“Shit,” I seethed, feeling my wall stretch and clamp around him.

For a moment, we were still, the only sound between us the ragged breaths we shared. He pressed his lips to mine, capturing the moment in a passionate kiss that took my breath away. I placed a hand on his chest as I slowly began to move, rocking my hips against him, finding a rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure through me with every movement.

Clancy’s hands guided me, his touch firm but reverent, his gaze never leaving mine as we moved together. The connection between us was undeniable, an intimacy that went beyond the physical. I could feel it in the way he touched me, the way he held me like I was something precious.

As the pleasure built again, faster this time, I could feel the tension rising inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. Clancy’s breathing grew ragged, his grip on me tightening as his own control began to slip.

“Clancy I–I’m–” I couldn’t manage to get the words out, groans escaping my mouth between each pause.

“I know baby girl, I’m here. We’re safe. Cum for me,” he murmured, his voice rough and commanding, as he reached down to rub circles on my clit–that was all it took.

With a cry, I shattered around him, the pleasure ripping through me in waves that left me breathless, trembling in his arms. Clancy followed moments later, his release spilling into the condom.

For a long time, we stayed like that, wrapped in each other, our bodies still trembling from the aftermath. The world outside was quiet, the threat of Dema and the Bishops fading into the background as we held each other close.

In that moment, with Clancy’s arms around me and our hearts still racing in sync, I realized something. I wasn’t just free from Dema—I was free with him.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

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If we had to annoy Harley Sawyer during late night work hours, we gotta annoy Dave Miller 🙏

I don't make the rules😔 Just enforce them 🫡

(pls pls pls give me more Dave content 🙏)

Once William (Dave) is comfortable enough around you to stop treating you like a mere nuisance, you gain the ultimate privilege—annoying the hell out of him just for fun. And if you’re just as cunning as him? Oh, it’s a battle of wits and petty vengeance. Here’s how you can drive him up the wall once he actually tolerates your presence:

1. Beat Him at His Own Game

William loves toying with people—subtle manipulation, clever wordplay, setting people up just to watch them react. But what if you do it back to him?

If he tries to trap you in a rhetorical trick, flip it on him.

If he leaves out crucial details in a story to mislead you, act like you believed him—then hit him with the real answer right as he starts feeling smug.

If he uses sarcasm to mock you, agree with him so sincerely it ruins the fun.

William: "Oh, brilliant, of course, let’s just waltz right into the most obvious danger like complete morons."

You: "You’re right! Let’s go first thing in the morning."

William: (...He hates that he has to clarify he wasn’t being serious.)

2. Ruin His Reputation as an Enigma

William thrives on being unreadable. He wants people to be unsure whether he’s amused or irritated, whether he’s lying or telling the truth. He enjoys keeping people on edge. You can take that away from him.

Make his reactions predictable.

Before he can say anything, say exactly what you know he was about to say, in his own tone of voice.

Pretend you can read his mind: "Oh, let me guess, you’re going to say ‘I told you so’ in about five seconds? Go on. I’ll wait."

Call him out whenever he’s obviously trying to be cryptic for no reason: "Just say what you mean, drama queen."

Make it public.

If he’s acting too cool and untouchable at work, loudly announce how he whines about small inconveniences in private.

If he tells you to keep a secret, dramatically whisper about it to him in front of others, making it look like you’re gossiping (even if you’re just whispering nonsense).

3. Mock His Fake American Accent (If He Uses One)

If he’s using a bad American accent to blend in as Dave Miller, this is your golden ticket.

Mimic his accent—but make it sound terrible on purpose.

Bonus points if you mix it with a Southern drawl just to mess with him.

Occasionally remind him that he sounds like a British guy trying too hard (even if he’s actually good at it).

"What’s wrong, ‘Dave’? Having a bit of a crisis with yer vowels?"

Call him out when he slips into his real accent.

"Oi, bruv, that didn't sound very Dave Miller of you."

He will try to deny it.

4. Be Too Casual with Him in Public

William likes maintaining a healthy level of intimidation. He prefers being seen as unpredictable and sharp, not as someone who can be casually teased. So, if you treat him too casually, he’ll hate it.

Pat him on the back like he’s just ‘one of the guys.’

Especially in front of people he’s trying to keep at arm’s length.

If he’s hunched over doing something serious, just ruffle his hair slightly.

Call him ridiculous nicknames.

Nothing cute—just dumb ones. "Big Willie," "Boss Man," "Billy Boy," or something weird like "Scary Grandpa."

If he reacts at all, you’ve already won.

5. Be Unshakable When He Tries to Get Under Your Skin

William lives for getting reactions out of people. If he insults you, mocks you, or tries to mess with you, he expects some kind of response.

Act like you misheard him.

"Sorry, what was that? Something about how I’m your absolute favorite?"

Casually agree with his insults.

"Yeah, I am a pain in the ass, thanks for noticing."

Watch as he pauses because now he doesn’t know where to take the conversation.

6. Make Him Realize You’ve Become His Problem Now

If he’s actually let you into his life, even begrudgingly, then he’s made a mistake. Now, you’re his responsibility, and that’s hilarious.

If something goes wrong at work, look at him expectantly like "Well? Fix it."

If someone’s being annoying, push the problem onto him like "Oh, ‘Dave’ loves handling this stuff. Right, boss?"

If he’s trying to be cold and distant, just remind him that he’s stuck with you.

"Face it, we’re a package deal now."

"Sorry, but you’re never getting rid of me."

Watch as his eye twitches. He knows you’re right.

7. Make Up Fake "William Lore" and Spread It Around

William/Dave hates when people act like they know him better than they do. So why not invent completely fake facts about him and say them with full confidence?

Tell new employees that "Dave used to be a magician but got banned for scaring the audience."

Randomly claim he has a deep-seated fear of ducks. (Make sure this gets around.)

If he ever refuses to confirm or deny something, take that as solid proof it’s true.

"Oh, so you’re NOT allergic to tangerines? Weird, because you looked nervous around them last week."

He’ll be stuck trying to argue against something that never happened.

8. Purposely Mispronounce His Name in Stupid Ways

"Davey Millhouse."

"Billiam Softon."

"Willy Aft."

If he corrects you, act offended. "Wow, I thought we were friends, Davey."

9. Give Him "Advice" Like He’s a Struggling Old Man

Even though he acts superior, William is a bit of a disaster in day-to-day life. Capitalize on this.

If he sighs, pat his back and say "Getting old, huh?"

Offer him reading glasses (even if he doesn’t need them).

Tell him to drink more water. Like, constantly.

"Gotta take care of your kidneys, man."

Buy him vitamins and call them his ‘senior supplements.’

10. Set His Phone to Something Embarrassing

If you ever get the chance, change his phone ringtone to something ridiculous.

The Duck Song.

Something that sounds violently happy, like the Barney theme song.

If he tries to change it back, act deeply disappointed. "I thought it suited you."

11. “Accidentally” Call Him Out at Work Meetings

If he’s sitting quietly in a meeting, just stare at him with fake concern. When he notices, lean over and whisper "You okay? You’ve been really quiet today."

When he’s barely trying to behave, act like it’s a huge accomplishment. "Wow, Dave! You’re actually listening? Proud of you, buddy."

If he glares at you, just nod approvingly like he passed a test.

12. Subtly Move His Things Out of Reach

If he’s sitting down, push his coffee just slightly out of reach and watch him calculate whether it’s worth standing up.

If he’s using a clipboard or papers, rotate them by 10 degrees every time he looks away.

If he has a locker or desk, tape a sign to it that says "Senior Citizen Discount Available."

13. Pretend to “Diagnose” His Mood Like a Mechanic

Every time he shows the slightest emotion, comment on it like you’re diagnosing a machine.

"Hmm, the old crankshaft’s acting up today, huh?"

"Oh, there it is—the classic Dave Miller ‘I hate everything’ face. Been a while!"

"Careful, buddy. If you smile too hard, you might overheat."

14. Insist He Has a Catchphrase (Even Though He Doesn’t)

Whenever he says something remotely sarcastic, elbow someone next to you and say "Classic Dave! Always saying that!"

Convince people that his real catchphrase is something incredibly dumb like "Bingo, baby!"

If he tells you to shut up, just grin. "Aww, there it is again! Love that one."

15. Challenge Him to a Game He Doesn’t Know, Then Gloat About Winning

Pick the most obscure, stupid game possible. (Like a made-up card game only you know the rules to.)

Beat him mercilessly. Then act like it was an easy win.

If he gets frustrated, act sympathetic. "Aw, you’ll get better with practice, old man!"

16. Act Like You Can “Read” His Expressions Perfectly (Even When You’re Wrong)

William is hard to read on purpose. He likes keeping his face neutral. So naturally, you should pretend you can read him like an open book.

If he’s completely stone-faced, just nod wisely and say "Yeah, I know exactly what you’re thinking."

When he looks confused, wink like he’s trying to keep a secret. "Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me."

If he ever asks what you think he’s thinking, just sigh and say "You wouldn’t understand."

If you’re just as cunning as William, then annoying him becomes an art form. It’s not about frustrating him to the point of actual anger—it’s about messing with him in small, petty ways that he can’t call you out on without looking ridiculous.

At the end of the day, he’ll probably smirk through it, maybe even secretly enjoy the challenge. But that doesn't mean he won’t try to get revenge.

【 pro/com/dark ship & fic DNI】

[liminal-station]

all Garrett needs is a community service vet with the brightest neon reflectors so he can never be lost .

Garrett: SEEE??! ? IME DOIG COMUNITIE SERVCIE! PLZ D0NT HURT MEE

Sheriffs: Lore? What’s that all about? Do these disembodied voices follow ya two around?

Emmet: Yes, they do. And they frequently ask us questions.

Ingo: We, uh, don’t know where they came from…

Sheriffs: Yeah, that sounds like yer problem, not ours. But to answer em… the Thespians are quite the enigma. Unpredictable, only seen when they wanna be seen…

Garrett: THEYR PLAYZ R SO FUNN!! AND DANGROUS FOR EVERY1 INVOLVDE!

Sheriffs: If ya can stay away from em, you’ll be happy clams. They’re the type that ya can’t understand… only people who understand their mad ramblins are their own damn selves.

Ingo: We assume you didn’t choose to be associated with them?

Sheriffs: Absolutely not. Elite Four is just… a title. We’d rather just be called the Sheriffs, ya hear?

Emmet: Wait… do you have true names? Or were you not named?

Sheriffs: Of course we have names! But that’s on a need-ta-know basis.

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the bloodthirsty phantom. ﹚:  zhào hàoyŭ 9948v .𖹭 ݁

. . . he ate your heart !! 🍒 : “ would you sacrifice yourself to the blood puddles I leave across the city, if it meant I could be your last sight? ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 9948v

꒰ species ꒱ vengeful phantom. rhytaari

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ chinese

꒰ age ꒱ 25

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ enfp

꒰ alias ꒱ the phantom, the third, the vengeful, voice beyond the grave, poltergeist

꒰ story ꒱ 

he clink of wind chimes in the dead of the night.

numerous ghostly whispers and malevolent giggles surrounding a looming darkness. colourless peering eyes stare at the array of scattered bodies. painting the ground like the edges of his white robes.

such is what haunts the city of elritea. the world of 9948v. a phantom is what they call him. sadistic and seeking blood wherever he roams. summoning spirits from far beyond the grave and feeding on their agony.

what’s his mission -

justice?

revenge?

perhaps it’s just malicious glee and a lust for carnage. the trail of needless massacres certainly point to it.

and all with a grin glued to his face. a rictus smile to match the horrors of pale, ghostly hands.

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

very long black hair that extends down to his feet and is often tied up in elaborate styles. such as buns or with jewellery

white eyes, with the faintest tint of red from bloody tears. sometimes they streak down his face. no pupils or sclera

pale, almost moon glowing skin, with deep red veins up his arms and jaw

pure white robes with softer and dustier reds covering it. often wears elaborate and elegant hanfus. has little wind chimes that hang from his robes — a warning sign of his appearance

long, black talon like nails shaped in coffin style

long black heels, with thorns on them

stands at the height of 6’9” with a slender figure

does not wear much jewellery, aside from a few dioxazine purple necklaces, and some ruby and silver chains

standard lobe piercings with two red orchids dangling from them, while the two upper lobe are silver studs with rubies

elongated tongue with rows of very sharp teeth, as white as the moon’s light

does not wear makeup but the red blood stained tearmarks and black lips make up for it. only wears eyeliner sometimes

always smiling, looks like he’s on the verge of a laughing fit.

 

꒰ personality ꒱

seems serene, is anything but. very loud, very chaotic.

a psychopathic maniac, no joke. an actual sociopath with not a hint of morality left

blood thirsty and murderous - an exceptionally sadistic man who gets a kick out of the violence and suffering that he induces

has quite the god complex

he is erratic and unpredictable, something that he prides himself on. he even surprises some of his fellow rhytaari

a deeply obsessive and possessive man. if he sees something that he desires, he wants it - and he will have it. no matter what it takes

a yandere by nature, a wholehearted one

extreme sense of justice towards otherworldly and enigma. a very violent and vengeful sense of justice

has a very morbid sense of humor, but can also genuienly be funny

very devoted, will worship the people who catch his eyes. however, this is extremely rare

despite his extremities, he is loving. he can be gentle. just cooperate

deep down, he’s still wanderlusting

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

in contrast to his crazed self, well — he’s still crazy. less murderous with you, however.

he adores holding you close and pampering you. even if he’s covered in blood from his last murder spree. he’s a clingy and very touchstarved man.

extremely possessive of you and gets jealous very quick when he sees you interacting with someone who isn’t him and if that means keeping you in his estate to have you all to himself, he will.

he absolutely loves your laughter, he cannot get enough of it. and so he will do anything to make you laugh, watch you feel good. he could listen to it forever.

loves to dance you around in his garden. tipping you over and kissing you passionately. he is a cliche romantic. even if it seems shocking, he is.

while he does not eat himself, he does love to cook for you. it’s a love language of his, along with acts of service. anything that makes you happy and feel good, and gets you to stop crying after he’s been just a little erratic, will make him a happy rhytaari.

don’t try to run away darling. he can find you, nevermind where you run to. you’ll agitate him. you don’t want to agitate him, why would you do that to him? hasn’t he done enough for you? why don’t you just fucking love him?

late night walks throughout the hallways of his estate is a must, he loves to drag you to the bathrooms too and bathe you. help your muscles relax.

talk to him, it doesn’t matter what it is you wanna talk about, he wishes to hear you talk about your favorite drink, your favorite animal, your favorite topics. it calms him down, it calms you down too. for a moment, even if it is only for a day or an hour. you see him calm, almost a nicer version of himself.

worships you and the ground you walk on, it isn’t a joke when we say he treats you like a god. everything and every action you commit to will be admired greatly. praised. despite this, he also treats you like a living and breathing being. because he knows that you are.

surprisingly good at comforting once you get past at the fact that he laughs when he does. you soon learned he doesn’t laugh because he thinks anything is funny though.

oh if you are comfortable with it he would love to cover you up in blood with him. dance you around on the blood red streets he’s made for you. a dancefloor for only the two of you.

likes making bouquets for you, he will gather all of the flowers you like and puts them around the estate.

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

the rhykana: the magic that flows through all rhytaari and make them as powerful and as erratic as they are. this magic is ever growing and ever powerful, giving each rhytaari a spin on their signature and enhancing it to disastrous degrees

soul pulling: he is able to pull souls from the afterlife, from reapers and souls that have not passed on. he thus puppets these souls and turns them into his ‘phantoms’, turning them into vicious ghosts that induce havoc

resentment feeding: he practically feeds on resentment from around him

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

. . .

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

the maharaja: partner in crime? lover?

rishen herrera: enemy ( constantly chasing him )

 

꒰ extra ꒱

the maharaja: partner in crime? lover?

rishen herrera: enemy ( constantly chasing him )“dont contact your family members beyond the grave, you might speak to something you don’t exactly want to”

it is said that he dwell in an estate at the border of the city

he speaks chinese ( mandarin ) and english

he is known as the third most powerful and deadly rhytaari, apart of “the six”

he has a floating eye that scouts the city. it has no name.

[dearjackass]

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Quick disclaimer! The following fanfic is a work of fiction and inspired by the song ‘Teenagers’ by My Chemical Romance. The characters, though based on the Jackass crew, are fictionalized for the purpose of the story.

Enjoy cuties xx

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Jackass x Reader: “Teenage Dirtbags”

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You were a bit of an enigma to the crew. Not because you didn’t fit in, but because you were so much a part of it. Growing up with the original Jackass crew felt like living in a constant state of chaos, but it was your chaos, the only kind you knew how to deal with. The energy of the crew, full of reckless stunts, wild laughter, and those infamous insane pranks, was your energy.

Your friends—Johnny, Steve-O, Bam, and the others—knew you as that fearless girl with a twisted sense of humor who could hang with the guys in every situation. But lately, things had felt a little… different. Like something was shifting, just beneath the surface, and you couldn’t help but feel it. Maybe it was the pressure of getting older, the weight of being in the spotlight, or the fact that, for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel untouchable.

That day, everything seemed amplified. The energy of the crew was buzzing, louder than ever. You could feel the chaos in your chest as you stood with them outside a random warehouse, trying to psych yourself up for whatever ridiculous stunt Johnny had come up with.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t tell me you’re gonna sit this one out!” Bam teased from the side, tossing a rock in the air as he caught it in his hand.

“I’m just here for the drama,” you quipped back, smirking. “You guys have no idea what you’re about to get yourselves into.” You knew you were in for something wild.

Johnny, ever the daredevil, was already hyping up the situation. “Alright, alright, so for this next bit, we’re gonna see who can withstand the most pain while riding a shopping cart down this massive hill.” He looked at you. “Y/N, you in or what?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I mean, you think I’d miss this? It’s not every day you get to get absolutely wrecked on camera.”

Steve-O jumped in with a grin. “She’s got that reckless energy. Like, if you’re gonna do something stupid, you know she’s already ahead of you.”

“Hell yeah,” you laughed, a little darkly. The thought of this being “stupid” didn’t even cross your mind. It was just another day in the life of the Jackass crew, where the rules of sanity didn’t apply.

As you all geared up, the loud guitar riff of My Chemical Romance’s “Teenagers” blared from Johnny’s truck speakers, and the lyrics hit too close to home:

“They’re gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books, to make a citizen out of you.”

Bam rolled his eyes. “You seriously think this song fits right now? We’re about to get wrecked on camera. We’re not citizens.”

“Exactly,” you muttered under your breath, almost in sync with the music. “We’re just teenagers, man, and we’ll never grow out of it.”

——

The hill loomed ahead, the wind was whipping in your face as you gripped the shopping cart’s handle with a mix of excitement and the faintest pulse of anxiety. There was something about the chaos, the unpredictability of it all, that made your heart race faster than the actual stunt ever could.

“Alright, who’s gonna go first?” Johnny asked, eyes glinting with that familiar devil-may-care gleam.

“I’ll go,” you said. You didn’t hesitate. Hesitation didn’t exist here.

The crew cheered as you hopped into the cart, and without another word, you were pushed, sent flying down the hill with nothing but the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

And then it hit. The world spun, the rush of adrenaline taking over, and for a moment, you felt like you were floating. There was nothing but you, the cart, and the wind slapping your face as the ground blurred beneath you.

But that’s when things took a turn. You lost control, and with a sickening jolt, the cart flipped over, sending you tumbling into the gravel.

For a split second, everything was quiet, the world hazy as you lay there, catching your breath. Your body throbbed, but you grinned despite it all. You didn’t care. You were still alive.

“Y/N!” Steve-O shouted, running toward you, his face a mix of concern and thrill. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, dude,” you said, getting to your feet, dusting off your knees with a laugh. “Nothing’s broken. Just a little bruised. But, you know, that’s what we do.”

Johnny slapped you on the back, harder than necessary. “You’re insane, but I love it.”

The group gathered around, laughing and joking as you dusted yourself off. But for a second, as the laughter echoed in your ears, you found yourself hearing the chorus of Teenagers once more:

“They’re gonna tell you that you’re lucky, but you’re just not.”

And you felt it. The truth. The reckless abandon of being a part of this crew was exhilarating, but you were just a teenager—a kid, even if you didn’t always feel like one. You were only ever running from the weight of growing up.

“You good?” Bam asked, his usual sarcastic tone replaced with something a little softer.

“Yeah,” you said, forcing yourself to shake off that feeling. “I’m good. I mean, who wouldn’t be when you’re surrounded by idiots?”

Johnny laughed. “Hey, we’re the best idiots you’ll ever meet.”

You winked. “You say that now. But when I’m the one driving you all to therapy in a few years, we’ll see who’s laughing then.”

——

Later that night, the crew was gathered around a bonfire, as usual, the flames dancing in the dark, throwing distorted shadows on everyone’s faces. There was a sense of camaraderie, a bond that could only be built through shared moments of chaos.

And in that moment, as the song played softly in the background—now a faded anthem of wild youth—you realized something.

Maybe you were just a teenager in the eyes of the world. But with these people? This crew? You were forever untouchable.

“Hey, Y/N,” Steve-O called out, offering you a beer. “Wanna take on the world tomorrow?”

You grinned and took the beer. “Only if it involves shopping carts and pain.”

And just like that, you were back in your element, the world too small to cage you, and the crew too wild to ever let go.

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xoxo jackass

[byoldervine]

Character Info - Aegis Cantor

General Info

Name: Aegis Cantor

Nicknames:

• King Aegis of Tyrion (title)

• God of Order (title)

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: Older than the universe

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Zeus

Species: Celestial Tyrion

Place Of Birth: The cosmos

Current Home: Cantor Palace, Tyrion

Appearance

Aegis has blue eyes and slicked-back mint green hair. He has a golden halo over his head, as well as retractable angelic white wings on his back and feathery ears that look similar to his wings. He always wears white suits with either black or gold detailing - the Picrew is pretty much perfect for how I’d imagine it. His appearance is almost always symmetrical and as perfect as he can get it

Personality

Aegis, as his title would suggest, values order above all else, working hard to maintain peace and security across his realm. This can be taken to extremes at times, which can impact his relationships for better or for worse; the difference between unflinchingly practical and coldly detached can be as simple as whether or not he’s acting in your interests. He can become very agitated and distressed when things don’t go to his plans, though he tries his best to keep his composure when around others. Additionally, Aegis is very prideful, wanting to show off his realm and his children as the wonderful, perfect creations they are.

Likes:

• Order and perfection

• Women

• Planning, scheduling, note-taking, etc

Dislikes:

• Unpredictability

• Mess or untidiness

• Questions to his authority

Known Abilities

• Flight - Like all Tyrions, Aegis is able to fly using his retractable wings

• Illusions - Like all Tyrions, Aegis is able to cast mirage illusions, as well as holographic illusions due to his advanced skillset

• Aegis is also capable of wielding spears

Relationships

Family:

• Anessa Cantor (daughter, heir)

• Lazulai Cantor (daughter)

• Sy Cantor (child)

• Mullo Cantor (son)

Friends/Allies:

• Nordsvark Attolus (creator, fellow Celestial)

• Corrus Acaron (fellow Celestial)

• Byoldervine (fellow Celestial)

• General Harkrow (general to the Guardians, loyal follower)

Enemies:

• Angelus (vigilante)

• Enigma (vigilante)

Backstory

Aegis has ruled over Tyrion since its creation, leading with a firm hand to instil perfection upon his new world. Within Tyrion there is peace, prosperity and order. Aegis had previously attempted to extend this order to the other realms as well, sending his angelic forces to provide blessings and grant protection to the inhabitants of other realms, though this was shut down quickly by Byoldervine and never garnered much interest from the other two realms, who had their own means of magical interventions

When Byoldervine passed away, Aegis was the one to push through the grief and keep his fellow Celestials going. He formed the Guardians to infiltrate Terran and live amongst the humans so that they could respect Byoldervine’s wishes to keep the humans separate from the other realms and their inhabitants. To this day the Guardians work in secret to disguise magical or otherworldly activity from the humans

It wasn’t long at all after Byoldervine’s death and the formation of the Guardians that Aegis had his children, who he now works to train to be future rulers of Tyrion

Fun Facts

• Aegis has had a long string of lovers in the past, but has never married. Some theorise that Aegis has never found the perfect partner, despite looking. As a result, none of Aegis’ children have the same mothers, though another theory is that Aegis asked Nordsvark to create the perfect children for him rather than them being born through biological means, which would explain why none of the four children have ever met another parent

• While many people believe that Aegis kept having children until he got a son, in truth Aegis has wanted exactly four children for a good while now; it’s all part of his life plan

• Aegis absolutely hordes notebooks and stationary, I can’t imagine him not having the most extravagant and neatly organised collections in the universe

[a-tale-never-told]

And yet your luck has the power to affect even us. Interfering with giving often crucial information to those who need it? And that's not even close to approaching the other bullshit we've seen come of your luck across the multiverse

That is unfortunately how my luck functions, pal. You wholeheartedly believe that I can control how my luck works, but unfortunately for you, I cannot. It simply appears at the most opportune and unfortunate times, and the level of how my talent interferes with things is unprecedented.

Call my talent in whatever form or shape you want to interpret it, be it a regular talent that got me into this prestigious academy, an ability that I can use to weld against my opponents, or just simple plain bullshit, there is one evident and systematic purpose about luck: You cannot truly define luck.

Luck isn't simply a talent, nor an ability that you can control. Luck is simply a curse, an enigma that affects the decisions of humanity whether for greatness or for tragedy. Luck is a curse, a plague on the souls of individuals unfortunate enough to receive it, as I have witnessed. You claim that I affected your ability to warn other people of your impending danger both here and the other multiverses, but when have you all even considered that I am not entirely at fault for this cause of interference?

I am not in any way justifying or excusing myself from this theory, as you have every right to judge me for that, due to my profession as the Ultimate Lucky Student. But have you ever thought, in that child-like brain of yours, that I cannot control it? Because it appears that it is a common theme with you all to excuse the notion of me being unable to control my talent, and instead blame me for all of the suffering. How naive do you have to believe that this is the case?

Let me get this straight so I can give you a response: Luck is something I simply cannot, for whatever reason, control. It is unpredictable in every single term in the vocabulary. Luck is a cure, a motion that occurs whether or not the time or opportunity is right enough to act. And yet, you all believe that I have the absolute power to control it, yet I say that I clearly cannot! It is completely out of my control to tame it. I apologize for the interference of your messages, that is not my intention. But you all simply want to put all of the burdens on me for something that clearly isn't of my own volition!!

So you're saying that you can't control it? Because that's basically what you're saying right now.

Indeed. I just hope that these "anons" or whatever you describe them to be in your way, can understand that luck is simply a motion that cannot be stopped nor controlled. It is simply just a matter of life and death that one suffers the burden of for years...

[eikooowie]

Let's craft a captivating backstory for Mizuko Blueberry, your Bottleman DX OC, and intertwine her love interest with the enigmatic Haku Kurenai!

Mizuko Blueberry: The Misted Enigma and Her Guiding Light

Name: Mizuko Blueberry (adopts "Blueberry" for its soft, deep color and subtle sweetness, reflecting her personality)

Bottleman: Mystic Shroud (or another Bottleman that embodies mist, illusion, or subtle manipulation)

Personality: Quiet, introspective, highly perceptive, and artistic. Mizuko often appears distant or lost in thought, but she possesses a deep well of empathy and a keen understanding of human emotions. She expresses herself more through her actions and art than words. She can be somewhat melancholic, drawn to mystery and subtle beauty.

Specialty: Creating illusions, obscuring opponents' vision, and subtle environmental manipulation. Her Bottleman, Mystic Shroud, might have abilities like a "mist curtain" that blocks sight, or a "phantom shot" that distracts with a false projectile. She excels at disrupting flow and creating openings for allies.

Backstory:

Mizuko grew up in a quiet town nestled near a perpetually misty lake, an environment that deeply influenced her serene yet slightly melancholic nature. From a young age, she was drawn to the ephemeral beauty of mist, shadows, and the way light danced through them. She found solace in solitude, often sketching the subtle shifts in her surroundings or listening to the soft sounds of nature. This introspective nature made her somewhat of an enigma to her peers, who often mistook her quietness for disinterest.

Her introduction to Bottleman was less about competition and more about finding a new canvas for her unique vision. She wasn't drawn to the explosive power or direct confrontation, but to the strategic potential of deception and atmosphere. She found an old, seemingly unassuming Bottleman with a unique, almost translucent body, which she meticulously customized and named Mystic Shroud. Its ability to project faint, shimmering veils and distort perception perfectly aligned with her artistic and strategic inclinations. Mizuko's style in Bottleman battles was often subtle, almost ghost-like. She wouldn't directly attack with brute force but would instead create confusion, obscure sightlines, and set up intricate traps, leaving opponents disoriented and wondering what had just happened. She was a master of the psychological game, turning the arena into her own misty, unpredictable stage.

The Encounter with Haku Kurenai:

Mizuko first encountered Haku Kurenai during a regional Bottleman tournament. Haku, with his cool, aloof demeanor and powerful, precise shots, was already a formidable presence. He moved with an almost icy grace, his focus absolute, his battles swift and decisive. Mizuko, observing from the sidelines, found herself strangely drawn to his intense, solitary aura, seeing a quiet depth that others often missed.

Their first direct interaction came during a chaotic multi-team battle where Mizuko's mist-based strategies unexpectedly interfered with Haku's precision shots, nearly costing his team a point. Post-match, Haku, usually dismissive of distractions, approached her. Mizuko braced herself for a reprimand, but instead, Haku simply stated, his voice calm and even, "Your technique is... unexpected. And effective." He didn't criticize; he analyzed. He saw the genius in her disruption, the subtle artistry in her tactics, recognizing a kindred spirit in their shared intensity, albeit expressed in vastly different ways.

Mizuko, disarmed by his lack of anger and genuine analytical interest, found herself opening up, shyly explaining the intent behind her misty maneuvers. Haku listened intently, his piercing gaze unwavering. He didn't try to force conversation; he simply observed, and occasionally offered a precise, insightful comment that showed he truly understood her complex approach. He became a quiet presence in her world, often appearing at her training sessions, not to participate, but simply to observe, his silent presence a comforting anchor.

As they continued to interact, a unique connection formed. Mizuko discovered that beneath Haku's cool exterior lay a keen mind capable of profound understanding and a quiet respect for originality. He saw the beauty in her subtle expressions and encouraged her unique abilities, making her feel truly seen for the first time. Haku, in turn, found in Mizuko a refreshing departure from the usual clamor of the Bottleman world. Her quiet strength and artistic depth provided a sense of calm and inspiration that he hadn't realized he was missing. He found himself drawn to her serene presence, the way she could transform the most mundane moment into something beautiful.

Their love story wasn't about grand declarations but about unspoken understanding and shared moments. A shared glance across a misty arena, a silent nod of appreciation after a perfectly executed collaborative strategy, or a quiet evening spent sketching side-by-side. Haku, the stoic master, found his guiding light in Mizuko's gentle enigma, and Mizuko, the artist of the unseen, found her solid, unwavering clarity in Haku's composed presence. Their connection was a deep, quiet blue, like the mist over a blueberry field, holding untold beauty and promise.

[herrenxenoberg]

Fandorm Showcase #25 - Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Anyone wants TWST to make a Who Framed Roger Rabbit event? Cuz I do-

Introducing the whimsical boring and vibrant dull dorm inspired by Who Framed Roger Rabbit...

Toongericht (Toon + gericht [German for judgement or court])

Toongericht focuses on keeping order and equality amidst the chaotic nature of the world, especially in the world of toonies. Toonies are a rare group of individuals who strive on entertaining others to integrate with other communal species, but sometimes the whimsical and overactive nature of the toonies can result in dire consequences for others. Toongericht is formed in order to control the toonies who enrolled into NRC, ensuring their antics wouldn't be too over-the-top. If a toonie were to go too far with their antics, especially when apart of Toongericht, they receive an immediate punishment from the housewarden to send a stern message for the others.

"A dorm founded on the Toon Enforcer's spirit of equality. Students in this dorm balance strict discipline with hidden ambition to achieve their ultimate goals."

Requirements and Traits:

Ambition for order and control

Show no fear or weakness under pressure

Ability to maintain sanity amidst all chaos

Dorm Uniform:

For this dorm in particular, there are two divisions of members (if there are toonies included), the Orderly Side and the Whacky Side. The Orderly Side mostly consists of well-mannered members led by the housewarden, who often masks his presence with the cloak, glasses and hat provided with his uniform as a symbol of leadership, with the hat equipped with a hidden saw blade for combative purposes. The Whacky Side isn't led by anyone, but it is a division authorized by the housewarden for the "disorderly" members of Toongericht, due to the increase in toonie admissions. The standard uniform can either be left dull, or it can be splattered (with washable paint) to represent the two different types of members.

Character Roster:

Careful when you tread in Toongericht, or else you will run into the stern housewarden...

Dean S. Aster (Twisted off Judge Doom)

Dean S. Aster is an enigma of strict authority and unwavering discipline, a junior housewarden who enforces order with chilling efficiency. His tall, imposing frame and unnervingly still posture give him the aura of an executioner rather than a student, while his deep-set, unblinking gaze seems to pierce through any falsehood or excuse. Emotion is a foreign concept to Dean—or so it seems. He speaks in a measured, almost mechanical tone, never raising his voice, yet commanding absolute obedience. There is no room for error, no tolerance for chaos in his presence; he crushes disorder before it has the chance to spread. While other housewardens may guide or mentor their dorm members with encouragement, Dean leads with strict, unquestionable laws, ensuring that his vision of order remains unchallenged.

His methods, however, raise unsettling questions. Dean’s movements are unnaturally precise, his responses eerily calculated. Some whisper that he is not entirely human, that something lurks beneath his composed exterior. Though he brushes off such rumors, the few who have truly angered him swear they saw something… wrong in his expression—something not bound by logic or the laws of nature.

Despite his severe nature, Dean is not cruel for the sake of it. He genuinely believes that structure and control are necessary for a functioning society, and he is relentless in upholding this philosophy. However, his rigidity blinds him to the value of individuality and spontaneity, making him incapable of understanding those who thrive in unpredictability.

Notable Members:

Toxx Poisson (Freshman) - A sickly-looking boy who is like a walking embodiment of a disease with a touch that can cause acid-like sensations on one's skin, so he wears gloves to prevent that from happening. He has a bit of an unsettling behavior for hollow sense of humor, sometimes making people uncomfortable around him. (Twisted off The Dip)

Saggio Weaze (Vice Housewarden, Sophomore) - An obedient enforcer for Dean's leadership, going with the flow of everything that was asked of him. However, he tends to burst into uncontrollable laughter over the smallest of jokes or cartoony antics. (Twisted off Smarty the Weasel)

Layne Yeena (Sophomore) - A hopeless romantic who is always on the lookout for "The One and Only", his appearance being purposefully tailored in admiration of his favorite celebrity in order to increase his chances of finding love. (Twisted off Lena Hyena)

Alternate Roster (w/ Dean's actual appearance):

He rarely shows his actual face to anyone outside his dorm, due to his strict belief that "his true face" isn't for the faint of heart, refusing to let his guard down no matter the occasion.

[SPOILER]

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He is raised by a toonie couple who are famous celebrity comedy actors (who is twisted off Roger Rabbit and Jessica Rabbit respectively) as a normal human orphan they found after he lost his biological parents in a tragic accident. Because of this revelation, Dean is constantly bullied in school for being raised by toonies, thus causing him to develop a deep-seeded hatred for them. He also has a rare condition where he is unable to laugh or smile at any jokes or humor, which is another reason he was bullied. This deep-seeded hatred is soon diverted to not only his own parents, but to every toonie he meets in the future, leading him to go down a dark path to complete and utter control over them.

Next Up: Tangled

[olydianwrites]

Mutual Agreement

Katsuki Bakugo x Support Course Reader

Word count: 1021

Warnings: language, Unpleasant thoughts, general OOC-ness, reader being overwhelmed

Summary: one thing you and Bakugo can both agree on is that Izuku Midoriya is really fucking loud.

Every week was the same routine. 

Or atleast, it had been until now.

The hero course students would pay a visit to the support course for any suit upgrades, alterations and new support items. An opportunity for socialising and making connections. You were originally assigned to Jiro, which was an absolute blast. She was laid back and her quirk never really needed any complex designs. Part of you didn’t want to give up such an easy job, but when your classmate begged you to swap partners, you didn’t have the heart to tell him no. 

From today onward, Katsuki Bakugo would be your new partner. 

He wasn’t an enigma to you. Your classmates had whispered various things about him, gossiping as if they were back in middle school. To be honest, you had indulged in these rumours - no matter how outlandish they were. Information was power, and all that. 

A shaky exhale escaped your lips. Jiro’s warnings certainly didn’t help to calm your nerves. She was a trusted source of information, being in the same class as Bakugo and all.

The door to the classroom swung open, and the hero course students poured in. Jiro looked at you solemnly before mouthing a quick good luck, and going to your classmate. Loud footsteps sounded behind you, making the presence of the person known. You turned around, coming face to face with Katsuki Bakugo. He didn’t say anything at first, only huffing and giving one word answers as you worked. It was a bit frustrating, but tolerable. 

Whilst tinkering away at some gear, in the background you hear the chattering of a few of the other hero course students. Uravity, Ingenium and Deku. Also known as Uraraka, Iida, and Midoriya, respectively. Each was a formidable and an interesting watch at the U.A. sports festival in your first year. They almost made it seem exciting enough to join.

Normally, you wouldn’t mind the white noise. 

Mindless conversation, a constant mechanical whir. It wouldn’t feel right to work without a bit of a chaotic atmosphere, as you were far too used to Hatsume’s unpredictable gadgets. 

This was not one of those times.

Grating voices and croaking exclamations started to get on your nerves. Your jaw strained slightly, trying to distract yourself from your increasing headache. Occasionally you had to force yourself to focus back on the intricate gauntlet design, and hope that by some miracle they find a way to either lower their unpleasant voices, or stop their chatter all together. The irritation on your face must have been obvious, because Bakugo quirked his brow at you in confusion. You mistook his intrigue for scrutiny and immediately spluttered out a few unnecessary words to calm the already tame situation. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to direct that at you. It’s just, uh, loud.” You fumbled, not wanting to throw his classmates under the bus, but not exactly wanting to lie either.

“You can just say they’re fucking annoying.” 

Baffled, you widened your eyes at him, and shot him an incredulous look. You could hardly believe your ears. “What?”

In typical Bakugo fashion, he scoffed and rolled his bright red eyes, not bothering to repeat himself. 

Although it was completely unrealistic, you thought the hero course students were all close-knit after the ceaseless attacks on the school, and more specifically, their class. So it came as a bit of a surprise to hear his vulgar criticisms about the trio. 

With a sigh you return back to your notes. Workshopping and designing new possible ideas you have for him. The more you worked with him, the more you understood his wordless gruffs and body language. Trying to decode his vexing communication methods was a much needed distraction from the trio’s incessant talking. A rough reply here. A raspy exhale there. Yet in the background, you couldn’t block out the three of them. 

It used to be manageable when it was just Midoriya and you were partnered with Jiro, but with the addition of the other two, it became intolerable. Word after word, sentence after sentence. Everything was so overwhelming and it was too much; it was a conscious struggle to hold yourself back from throwing a particularly dense hammer in their direction. Realistically, you know that they aren’t actually doing anything wrong, but for some reason they were getting on your nerves.

Just when you were about to blow up at them, you heard Bakugo yell over the commotion. You couldn’t even make out what he had said, far too stunned at the entire ordeal. Turning your head to face the others, you realised that they had finally quietened. Either Bakugo had a lot of respect from them, or they were afraid of what he could do. You didn’t care which it was. They had stopped, and that’s all that mattered. Turning back to Bakugo, you uttered a small “Thank you”, to which he scoffed.

“I didn’t do it for you.” He said and crossed his arms, refusing to meet your gaze.

A blank expression washed over your face. Honestly, you hadn’t a clue on how to respond. Nod politely and return back to whatever you were working on? Absolutely not. 

So you opted to just stare at him instead. Bakugo didn’t take too kindly to your silent gawking. That much was obvious by the way he scrunched his face and stared you up and down. He looked almost… disgusted? You could feel your self-esteem crumble already. 

With a resigned sigh, you turned away, ready to hand him back his items and leave. As he was finished adjusting the gauntlets, he flexed his hand as a quick trial to test their comfortability. He exhaled sharply and nodded before walking out the door with the rest of the hero course students. Not a single ‘thanks’ left his mouth, and you were starting to question if he even knew the meaning of the word. 

You weren’t sure if you were just hearing things, but you could have sworn that a small “You’re welcome” escaped his lips before he disappeared around the corner.

Maybe change wasn’t so bad.

Masterlist

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒛𝒉𝒂𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒚𝒖 9948 𝒗 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒎 ; 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒊◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “would you sacrifice yourself to the blood puddles I leave across the city, if it meant I could be your last sight?’ ꒱

. ˚◞꒰verse꒱ 9948v

. ˚◞꒰face claim refs꒱ ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ rhytaari, former grim reaper

. ˚◞꒰ethnicity꒱ chinese

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 24

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱ male

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱ enfp

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ the phantom, the third, the vengeful, voice beyond the grave, poltergeist

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. very long black hair that extends down to his feet and is often tied up in elaborate styles. such as buns or with jewellery

𖹭. white eyes, with the faintest tint of red from bloody tears. sometimes they streak down his face. no pupils or sclera

𖹭. pale, almost moon glowing skin, with deep red veins up his arms and jaw

𖹭. pure white robes with softer and dustier reds covering it. often wears elaborate and elegant hanfus. has little wind chimes that hang from his robes — a warning sign of his appearance

𖹭. long, black talon like nails shaped in coffin style

𖹭. long black heels, with thorns on them

𖹭. stands at the height of 6’9” with a slender figure

𖹭. does not wear much jewellery, aside from a few dioxazine purple necklaces, and some ruby and silver chains

𖹭. standard lobe piercings with two red orchids dangling from them, while the two upper lobe are silver studs with rubies

𖹭. elongated tongue with rows of very sharp teeth, as white as the moon’s light

𖹭. does not wear makeup but the red blood stained tearmarks and black lips make up for it. only wears eyeliner sometimes

𖹭. always smiling, looks like he’s on the verge of a laughing fit.

 

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. seems serene, is anything but. very loud, very chaotic.

𖹭. a psychopathic maniac, no joke. an actual sociopath with not a hint of morality left

𖹭. blood thirsty and murderous - an exceptionally sadistic man who gets a kick out of the violence and suffering that he induces

𖹭. has quite the god complex

𖹭. he is erratic and unpredictable, something that he prides himself on. he even surprises some of his fellow rhytaari

𖹭. a deeply obsessive and possessive man. if he sees something that he desires, he wants it - and he will have it. no matter what it takes

𖹭. a yandere by nature, a wholehearted one

𖹭. extreme sense of justice towards otherworldly and enigma. a very violent and vengeful sense of justice

𖹭. has a very morbid sense of humor, but can also genuienly be funny

𖹭. very devoted, will worship the people who catch his eyes. however, this is extremely rare

𖹭. despite his extremities, he is loving. he can be gentle. just cooperate

𖹭. deep down, he’s still wanderlusting

 

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. in contrast to his crazed self, well — he’s still crazy. less murderous with you, however.

𖹭. he adores holding you close and pampering you. even if he’s covered in blood from his last murder spree. he’s a clingy and very touchstarved man.

𖹭. extremely possessive of you and gets jealous very quick when he sees you interacting with someone who isn’t him and if that means keeping you in his estate to have you all to himself, he will.

𖹭. he absolutely loves your laughter, he cannot get enough of it. and so he will do anything to make you laugh, watch you feel good. he could listen to it forever.

𖹭. loves to dance you around in his garden. tipping you over and kissing you passionately. he is a cliche romantic. even if it seems shocking, he is.

𖹭. while he does not eat himself, he does love to cook for you. it’s a love language of his, along with acts of service. anything that makes you happy and feel good, and gets you to stop crying after he’s been just a little erratic, will make him a happy rhytaari.

𖹭. don’t try to run away darling. he can find you, nevermind where you run to. you’ll agitate him. you don’t want to agitate him, why would you do that to him? hasn’t he done enough for you? why don’t you just fucking love him?

𖹭. late night walks throughout the hallways of his estate is a must, he loves to drag you to the bathrooms too and bathe you. help your muscles relax.

𖹭. talk to him, it doesn’t matter what it is you wanna talk about, he wishes to hear you talk about your favorite drink, your favorite animal, your favorite topics. it calms him down, it calms you down too. for a moment, even if it is only for a day or an hour. you see him calm, almost a nicer version of himself.

𖹭. worships you and the ground you walk on, it isn’t a joke when we say he treats you like a god. everything and every action you commit to will be admired greatly. praised. despite this, he also treats you like a living and breathing being. because he knows that you are.

𖹭. surprisingly good at comforting once you get past at the fact that he laughs when he does. you soon learned he doesn’t laugh because he thinks anything is funny though.

𖹭. oh if you are comfortable with it he would love to cover you up in blood with him. dance you around on the blood red streets he’s made for you. a dancefloor for only the two of you.

𖹭. likes making bouquets for you, he will gather all of the flowers you like and puts them around the estate.

 

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. the rhykana: the magic that flows through all rhytaari and make them as powerful and as erratic as they are. this magic is ever growing and ever powerful, giving each rhytaari a spin on their signature and enhancing it to disastrous degrees

𖹭. soul pulling: he is able to pull souls from the afterlife, from reapers and souls that have not passed on. he thus puppets these souls and turns them into his ‘phantoms’, turning them into vicious ghosts that induce havoc

𖹭. resentment feeding: he practically feeds on resentment from around him

 

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. . . . . .

 

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. the maharaja: partner in crime? lover?

𖹭. rishen herrera: enemy ( constantly chasing him )

 

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

the clink of wind chimes in the dead of the night.

numerous ghostly whispers and malevolent giggles surrounding a looming darkness. colourless peering eyes stare at the array of scattered bodies. painting the ground like the edges of his white robes.

such is what haunts the city of elritea. the world of 9948v. a phantom is what they call him. sadistic and seeking blood wherever he roams. summoning spirits from far beyond the grave and feeding on their agony.

what’s his mission -

justice?

revenge?

perhaps it’s just malicious glee and a lust for carnage. the trail of needless massacres certainly point to it.

and all with a grin glued to his face. a rictus smile to match the horrors of pale, ghostly hands.

 

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. “dont contact your family members beyond the grave, you might speak to something you don’t exactly want to”

𖹭. it is said that he dwell in an estate at the border of the city

𖹭. he speaks chinese ( mandarin ) and english

𖹭. he is known as the third most powerful and deadly rhytaari, apart of “the six”

𖹭. he has a floating eye that scouts the city. it has no name.

[ebook-nest1]

Mystery and Suspense Novels: Engaging Intrigue on Every Page

Mystery and suspense novels possess an uncanny talent for captivating readers, hooking them tightly with each page turned. These genres boast intricate plots, multifaceted characters, and an unwavering tension that perpetually leaves readers questioning until the riveting climax. The allure of these literary gems lies in their power to engulf readers within a realm of enigma, where nothing is as it appears and every enigmatic clue intersects as a fragment of a profound puzzle, patiently awaiting resolution.

Mystery novels typically center on a crime, commonly a murder, that requires investigation. The main character, often a skilled detective or an enthusiastic amateur, must analyze clues, question suspects, and connect evidence in order to unravel the mystery. The tension is heightened through the unpredictable outcome, the peril faced by the protagonist, and the continuous surprises and complexities of the plot.

Suspense novels, in contrast, excel at evoking fear and expectation in readers. They achieve this by cultivating uncertainty in the storyline, placing the protagonist in perilous situations, and introducing unexpected plot twists. Consequently, readers are engulfed in suspense, never certain of what lies ahead or who the antagonist might turn out to be.

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