#how is this b^tch still alive

[inseobts]

Hello! Idk if you done this before but could you do a imagine of either the strawhats or heart pirates (your choice) reacting to their newest crewmate die during a battle and then a minute later is up on their feet again cussing how much of a pain it is to deal with this shit. Basically has Deadpool inability to die just without his vulgar attitude and language and a lot less annoying, just seemly chill that they can just, come back to life after being shot? Definitely will give some people a heart attack. (Definitely has their bounty rise a lot after the marines find out they can’t die) plz and thank you!!!!

Surprise, I'm alive!

strawhat crew x gn ! strawhat ! reader (platonic)

words count: 1.7k

tags: platonic, strawhat reader, immortal reader, luffy tries to test your immortality

masterlist || ko-fi

The battle is chaos. Cannons boom, swords clash, and the air is thick with smoke and the smell of gunpowder. You don’t know exactly how it happens, but one moment, you’re blocking a sword swing, and the next, a bullet tears through your chest.

Your body hits the ground with a dull thud.

Silence.

Then, pure, unfiltered panic.

"Y/N!" Luffy’s scream cuts through the battlefield like a knife. His eyes widen in horror, and his usual carefree grin vanishes "Oi! Get up!"

Zoro, mid-swing against an enemy, falters as he sees your unmoving body "Damn it! They got Y/N!" His grip on his swords tightens "I should’ve been watching!"

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Usopp’s voice is shrill. He looks like he’s about to throw up "We—we need Chopper! Chopper!"

Sanji’s cigarette drops from his mouth as he turns sharply "Tch—those bastards." His expression darkens, and before anyone can stop him, he launches a devastating kick that sends one of the attackers flying "They’re dead. Every last one of them."

"Y/N!!" Nami’s eyes are wide with shock. She looks from your lifeless body to the enemy forces and then to Chopper, who is already rushing over, tears forming in his eyes.

"No! No, no, no! Hold on, Y/N!" Chopper skids to your side, his tiny hooves trembling as he checks for a pulse "They’re—THEY’RE NOT BREATHING!"

"No," Robin murmurs, brows furrowing "Not like this."

Franky’s hands clench into fists "That’s it! These jerks are SUPER dead!"

Brook, ever the gentleman, removes his hat solemnly "Ah…Y/N, my dear friend… You will be missed."

The crew collectively ignores him.

Luffy’s hands shake "This isn’t funny" he mutters. His knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists "They were my crew! They were—"

Then, right in the middle of their grief, in the middle of the battlefield, you groan.

"God, that hurt like hell."

The silence that follows is deafening.

You push yourself up, rubbing your chest where the bullet hole should be, but there’s nothing. Just a torn shirt and a lot of blood.

"Ugh, I hate dealing with this shit." You stand up, rolling your shoulders like you just woke up from a nap "That one stung."

Luffy’s jaw drops "HUUUUUUH?!"

Chopper looks like he’s about to pass out "B-B-But you were—you weren’t breathing! You were DEAD!"

"Yeah, about that," you say, dusting yourself off "I don’t really stay dead. Kind of a thing I have."

Nami looks like she’s questioning reality itself "Excuse me?!"

"You mean," Usopp wheezes, pointing at you like you’re some kind of horror story, "you just DIE and come back?! Like Brook??"

You nod "Not really... but pretty much."

Sanji, still mid-rampage, freezes "...You mean I just got worked up for nothing?"

"I mean, I appreciate the rage," you say with a grin "Nice to know you guys care."

Zoro stares at you for a long moment "You had us thinking you were gone, dumbass."

"Not my fault! I was shot! I wasn't expecting that!!"

"HOW ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE?!" Franky yells, gesturing wildly.

"Oh, I just don’t die."

"THAT IS NOT AN EXPLANATION!"

Luffy suddenly laughs, his earlier grief completely gone, replaced with awe "Shishishi! That’s so cool! Y/N, you’re like a zombie! But not a creepy one like Brook!"

"Hey!" Brook protests "That’s hurtful!"

Robin, ever the calm one, tilts her head "So you’ve had this ability this entire time?"

You shrug "Yeah, but I never really had to use it around you guys. You all are usually pretty good at keeping me from getting shot or anything deadly."

Chopper is still hyperventilating "I CAN’T HANDLE THIS KIND OF STRESS."

"Well, get used to it, buddy." You pat his tiny head "‘Cause something tells me the Marines are gonna be real interested in me once they find out."

Nami groans "Ugh. I can already hear our bounties going up."

"Not my fault!"

Zoro sighs "You’re a pain in the ass."

You grin "And yet, you’d miss me if I was really gone."

He clicks his tongue but doesn’t deny it.

Luffy laughs again and throws an arm around your shoulders "This is awesome! We’re unstoppable now! Let’s go kick some more ass!"

And just like that, the chaos resumes with the Strawhats now fully aware that their newest crewmate is literally impossible to kill.

The battle wraps up quickly after your "revival", mostly because the enemy forces are too busy freaking out about the supposedly dead person walking around like nothing happened. Some of them flat-out drop their weapons and run. Others just stand there, gaping in horror.

"D-Demon!" one of them shouts before bolting.

"Huh," you say, watching them flee "Didn’t expect that reaction."

Luffy grins "Shishishi! You scared ‘em good!"

Sanji lights another cigarette, shaking his head "I don’t blame them. If I saw a corpse cursing about how annoying it was to die, I’d run too."

Chopper is still clutching his chest, trying to breathe properly "I’m going to need so much tea after this."

Nami rubs her temples "You and me both, Chopper. You and me both."

Usopp finally stops hyperventilating long enough to poke you in the arm "Okay, but like… does it hurt? When you die?"

You nod "Oh yeah. It sucks. But I get over it."

Franky whistles "That is SUPER messed up."

Robin chuckles "It’s certainly rare. The government would definitely want to study you to know how to avtually kill you."

You groan "Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about. If they find out, I’m probably getting a massive bounty."

Luffy’s eyes sparkle "That means we’re gonna be even more famous!"

Zoro crosses his arms "Not necessarily a good thing, Captain."

Before the conversation can continue, a loud explosion erupts from the distance. The remaining enemy ships have started retreating, but they’re firing cannons to cover their escape.

One of the cannonballs heads straight for you.

"Move!" Nami shouts.

"Nah, I got it" you say casually.

The cannonball slams directly into you, kicking up a massive cloud of dust and debris.

The Straw Hats lose their minds for the second time that day.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Sanji yells.

Chopper throws himself to the ground, screaming into his hooves "I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS!"

"Why didn’t they move?!" Nami shrieks.

Luffy just grins "They’ll be fine. Right, Y/N?"

The dust settles, and there you are, lying on your back in a crater, looking mildly annoyed.

"Okay," you groan "That one sucked more than the bullet."

Brook tilts his skull "Ah, but did you feel it in your bones? Yohohoho!"

"I swear to god, Brook."

Franky shakes his head "I don’t know if this is amazing or horrifying."

Robin smiles "Both."

Zoro sighs "At this point, I don’t think anything can actually kill you."

You give him a thumbs-up "Pretty much hiw it works"

Luffy bursts into laughter and punches his fist into his palm "Alright! That means we really are unstoppable now! Let’s get back to the Sunny and celebrate!"

The crew cheers, except for Chopper, who is still lying on the ground, contemplating his life choices.

As the Thousand Sunny sails away from the battlefield, a transmission crackles to life in a Marine base far away. A serious-looking officer listens to the report with growing concern.

"…Confirmed reports indicate that the Straw Hat Pirates have a new crewmember with apparent immortality. We are still gathering information, but if true, this could be one of the greatest threats we’ve ever faced."

The officer frowns "Increase surveillance on their movements. If this is real, their bounty is going to skyrocket."

The crew is still struggling to process what they just witnessed. Chopper is on his fourth cup of tea, shaking slightly. Nami is already calculating how much higher her bounty is going to be just because of association. Luffy, meanwhile, is grinning ear to ear.

"Alright, Y/N, let’s test it!" Luffy exclaims.

You blink "Test what?"

"Your power! Let’s see how much you can take before you go down!"

"Absolutely not," Nami cuts in immediately "We are NOT using our crewmate as a test dummy."

Luffy pouts "But it’s so cool! Y/N’s like a superhero! Or a really bad zombie!"

Brook raises a hand "As an actual undead individual, I must say that I find this comparison quite unfair!"

Zoro leans back against the mast, arms crossed "I say we let them do what they want. If they really can’t die, it’s useful information."

Sanji glares at him "And what, you just wanna go around slicing them up for fun?"

"Did I say that?"

"You were thinking it."

Usopp waves his hands frantically "Okay, okay, let’s NOT casually experiment with Y/N’s immortality like it’s some kind of game! We should be asking the important questions."

"Like what?" You ask.

"Like… can you drown?"

Silence.

Everyone turns to look at you. Your eye twitches.

"Usopp," you say slowly "Why would you even ask that?"

"Because it’s important! What if we’re in a battle at sea? What if you fall overboard? Will you just come back to life at the bottom of the ocean?"

You pause, then frown "…I have no idea."

"WELL, THERE’S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!" Luffy cheers and suddenly grabs you, launching himself off the ship and into the water.

The crew collectively loses their minds.

"LUFFY, YOU ABSOLUTE MORON!" Nami screeches "YOU’RE A DEVIL FRUIT USER!"

Sanji dives in instantly, hauling both you and Luffy out of the sea. Luffy is sputtering and laughing, while you just cough up a lungful of seawater.

"So?" Luffy asks excitedly "Did you die?"

You glare at him "I ALMOST DID, YOU IDIOT!" You shake your head and squeeze water out of your shirt "Looks like I still need to breathe. Maybe I'll just be alive once I'm out of water..."

Chopper collapses in relief "THANK GOD."

Robin chuckles "Well, that settles that. Y/N isn’t entirely indestructible."

Franky grins "Still, that’s SUPER impressive! The Marines are gonna have a fit when they get the full report on this."

Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters, a high-ranking officer slams a fresh bounty poster onto the table. Your face stares back at them, right beneath a massive new bounty.

WANTED: Y/N Dead or Alive Bounty: 1,200,000,000 Berries

"Find them. Now."

[ghostlynightpanda]

Heyy, I was wondering if I could request Chishiya with a reader who has a resting-b!tch face but, once you talk to them they are actually a sweetheart?

Unseen Depths

English is not my first language, so if you find mistakes, feel free to contact me!

Synopsis: Chishiya begins to notice the true nature of the aloof and seemingly cold player, whose intimidating appearance hides a kind and caring heart, leading to a quiet connection as he sees through her facade.

warnings/content: Chishiya x fem!reader, 3.157 words

Chishiya didn't watch people out of boredom.

He watched them because it kept him alive.

In this twisted world where games decided your death and alliances shifted like sand, people were no longer people. They were functions. Tools to use, threats to neutralize, or temporary shields to hide behind until the next explosion. Names didn't matter. Faces barely did. What mattered were the cracks — the tiny, often unnoticed fractures in a person's mask that revealed what they feared, what they wanted, what they'd do under pressure.

He paid attention. Closely. Obsessively, some might say. Because patterns always revealed themselves if you watched long enough. Nervous ticks. Glances that lingered too long. Who hesitated. Who lied with a smile. Who could be bought.

He catalogued every detail. Stored it for later. When the time came — and it always did — he'd know exactly how to twist it, bend it, exploit it.

That's why he noticed you.

You weren't like the others.

The players at the Beach kept their distance from you, a self-imposed boundary that no one dared to cross. Your face, permanently set in an expression of aloofness, commanded that much. You moved through the crowds with the kind of indifference most people couldn't fake, eyes often narrowed in judgment, your lips pressed into a thin line that bordered on disdain.

Chishiya didn't mind that. It made you easy to watch.

Most players who looked like they didn't want to be bothered got ignored, dismissed as unimportant, no one wanting to deal with the hassle of figuring them out. But you were different. There was something about you that piqued his interest. Something that didn't add up.

He first noticed it when he saw you thank one of the Beach's staff members. It was such a small thing — a soft, almost imperceptible nod and a brief, quiet "Thank you" in a voice too low for anyone to overhear — but it struck him like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

The staff, players who Hatter recruited to 'help' the Beach, were there for one reason only: to serve. Drinks, towels, food. Players treated them as if they were part of the scenery, never acknowledging their existence except when it suited them. But you? You didn't look down on them. You didn't ignore them. You were the only one who had the decency to acknowledge their service, even if it was a silent thank you, no more than a whisper.

The first time he saw it, he thought he might've imagined it. It was too small, too insignificant. But then he saw it again. And again. Every time you interacted with the staff, your words were brief, but genuine.

Why did it catch his attention? He couldn't explain it. But it did.

And soon, he found himself watching you more than he intended. Not out of any kind of personal fascination, of course — he had plenty of other things to focus on — but because there was something about you that didn't fit. A person who looked like they didn't care, who radiated an air of superiority, but who still took the time to be polite in the most unexpected ways.

It was a contradiction, and Chishiya was drawn to contradictions. He couldn't help it. They were unpredictable, and unpredictability was always dangerous. He could work with that.

It wasn't long before you ended up in one of the games, and to his surprise, you were paired with him.

Chishiya had seen the teams forming — the young girl who looked like she was ready to break under the pressure, and you, who stood at the edge of the crowd like a statue, unmovable. He wasn't sure how you'd perform. There was something about the way you held yourself that made him question whether you would be a liability or an asset. He'd seen players like you before — ones who kept their distance, hiding behind their masks, pretending to be something they weren't in the hopes of surviving.

But then he saw the way you treated the girl.

The game was called The Labyrinth of Shadows. Players were required to navigate a series of increasingly complex tunnels, their paths lined with traps and psychological obstacles designed to prey on their fears and weaknesses. The objective was simple — reach the center and survive. But in reality, it was a test of endurance and wit, with each mistake threatening to cost you everything.

Chishiya had seen enough of these kinds of games to know that most players would either throw others under the bus to get ahead or stay completely detached, relying solely on their own survival instinct. The alliances made during these games were fleeting and strategic. No one really cared about anyone else's well-being unless it benefited them. That's how it always worked.

He had expected you to be like everyone else. To shrug off the younger girl — a nervous, wide-eyed thing who clearly didn't know how to handle herself in the game. You didn't seem the type to invest in anyone else's survival, let alone a stranger's. You wore that cold, disdainful mask as usual, and Chishiya couldn't see anything but the unapproachable exterior of someone who had learned to keep others at arm's length.

But that's not what happened.

Instead, when the girl stumbled, her foot catching on a thin wire that triggered a false alarm, you didn't walk past her. You didn't ignore the panic creeping into the girl's face as her breathing quickened. No, you paused, your eyes flicking toward her as she froze in place, her body trembling.

"Focus," you said, your voice surprisingly calm, though still carrying that hint of irritation that seemed to coat everything you said. Your tone was firm, but it wasn't harsh. "Stay calm. Step back slowly. Don't rush."

The girl looked at you, wide-eyed and fearful, but your gaze was steady. You didn't try to coddle her, nor did you brush her off. You simply made sure she didn't lose her cool. You were, for all intents and purposes, the anchor she needed.

As the girl stepped back carefully, avoiding the wire, you turned to Chishiya, catching his eyes for the briefest of moments, an almost imperceptible flicker of awareness in your gaze.

He didn't say anything, but he couldn't help the impression that formed in his mind. You were different here. In this game, you weren't just looking out for yourself. You weren't cold and distant. You were… careful. Not just with the game, but with the girl, too.

Later, when the game led them to a set of dark, winding tunnels where the walls seemed to close in on them, it became clear just how much effort you were putting into making sure the girl kept up. You didn't show any sympathy, but you guided her through the darkness, your voice low and unwavering, offering instructions whenever she faltered.

"You're stronger than you think," you said once, as the girl hesitated before climbing over an obstacle. "You've got this."

The girl, who had been close to tears just moments before, found a quiet strength in your words. She nodded, a shaky breath escaping her, and made the next climb without hesitation.

Chishiya watched all of this with quiet surprise, his usual detachment slipping as he took in the way you operated. You never once smiled, but your actions were a world apart from the harsh, self-centered survivalist he had expected you to be. It was strange, seeing someone like you, someone who could have easily pushed the girl aside in favor of their own advantage, instead making sure she wasn't left behind.

And it wasn't just the physical obstacles you helped her with. As they reached a series of locked doors, each requiring a puzzle to be solved, you guided her through them with a level of patience that was disarming. When the girl panicked at one of the puzzles, almost ready to give up, you didn't tell her to figure it out on her own. You didn't even try to do it for her. You simply stood beside her, letting her breathe.

"You're fine," you said, as the girl's hands trembled over the puzzle. "You just need to focus. You can solve this."

And with that, the girl, somehow, did. She solved the puzzle, just as you knew she could.

Chishiya's mind was still reeling from it all as the game wound down. The girl made it through. She was shaking but alive. You didn't congratulate her. There was no praise, no sign of emotion. You simply made sure she was steady on her feet, and then, without another word, turned and began to walk off.

Chishiya's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary. It wasn't the cold, distant player he had seen before. This wasn't the detached, self-interested individual who ignored others in favor of her own survival. This was someone who quietly helped, in ways that were easy to overlook but impossible to deny.

You weren't a predator.

You were a protector.

He wasn't used to that. In a place like this, where every player was out for themselves, where the truth was hidden behind masks and façades, it was strange to see someone like you act with quiet integrity.

And it stuck with him long after the game ended.

When the chaos of the game faded and the players made their way back to the Beach, Chishiya found himself thinking about you, about what he had seen — the cracks in the mask you wore so well. He wasn't used to people who played the game like you did. It was different. And he wasn't sure how to process that yet, but he knew one thing: he couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted to understand more.

He was intrigued. And that was dangerous.

Later that night, Chishiya found himself walking the familiar path around the pool, the cool night air cutting through the humidity of the Beach. His footsteps slowed when he saw you sitting alone at the water's edge. Your figure was almost entirely still, except for the occasional shift of your posture. It seemed like you were waiting for something — or perhaps just trying to forget the chaos around you.

He approached, his interest piqued once again.

"Cold night," he remarked, his voice as nonchalant as always. He didn't look at you immediately, focusing instead on the ripples in the water. "You always sit here?"

There was a beat of silence before you responded, the quiet of the night amplifying your words. "No. Just needed to clear my head."

He nodded, not needing further explanation. But his eyes lingered on you a moment longer than usual, trying to piece together the riddle you presented. The contradictions, the small gestures of care that seemed at odds with your apparent disdain for everyone else. It made no sense. And that's what made him curious.

"You know," Chishiya said, breaking the quiet, "you're not what people think you are."

You turned your head slightly, your expression unreadable. "What do you mean?"

He watched you carefully. "I've been paying attention. You don't treat the staff like everyone else. And today… you helped that girl in the game. You don't seem like the type."

For a moment, you said nothing, as if considering how to respond. Finally, you spoke, your voice quiet but clear. "I'm not putting up a facade. People just think I am because of how I look."

Chishiya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So that cold look? The one that makes everyone avoid you?"

You didn't answer right away. Instead, you looked down at your hands, fidgeting slightly. "It's just how I look. I don't try to look like I'm better than anyone. I just… do."

Chishiya studied you for a moment, his lips curling ever so slightly. "Funny. Because you don't act like you think you're better than anyone. You act like you just don't want to bother with them."

You gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, and for the first time, you didn't look at him with that detached, cold gaze. Instead, there was a quiet understanding in your eyes, something that felt almost… vulnerable.

You sat in silence beside him, the cool air mingling with the faint sound of water lapping at the edge of the pool. The stars above seemed distant, as though they, too, understood the quiet tension between you and Chishiya — a delicate, unspoken connection. It was rare, in this place where everyone wore masks, to find someone who could understand the person behind the façade. But tonight, with the subtle shift in your gaze, the invisible wall between the two of you seemed to crack ever so slightly.

Chishiya remained still, his gaze on the water rather than on you. But there was a strange weight in the air now, a shift he couldn’t quite name. His usual detachment felt harder to maintain in your presence, something about the way you were so much more than the cold, indifferent exterior you showed the world. He’d always considered himself a master of keeping his distance, of maintaining control, but tonight, he felt... off-balance. Not by much, but just enough to make him pause.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The quiet stretched between you like a fragile thread.

Eventually, Chishiya broke it, his voice low but direct. “You’re not like the others.”

Your eyes flickered toward him for a split second before returning to the pool, expression as unreadable as ever. “I never tried to be,” you replied flatly, not surprised by the observation. It wasn’t the first time someone had said it, though they usually didn’t do so with such curiosity. Most players kept their distance from you, more afraid of your looks than your actual intentions.

Chishiya didn’t push further at first, but his curiosity gnawed at him. “You don’t care if people get close to you, do you?” he asked. His voice was casual, but his tone hinted at a deeper question.

You didn’t flinch, your gaze staying on the rippling water. “No, I don’t care,” you said, though it wasn’t said with the typical coldness or indifference you usually wore. “People just… avoid me.” You gave a small shrug, as if it were a minor inconvenience, but Chishiya noticed the faintest flicker of something — maybe resignation or a quiet frustration — in the way your shoulders stiffened.

Chishiya’s gaze narrowed as he studied you, the gears in his mind turning. “Because of the way you look?” he asked.

“Exactly,” you replied bluntly. “I guess I just look pissed off all the time. Doesn’t matter if I’m actually in a bad mood or not. People don’t bother to get close. They see the face and move on.”

Chishiya’s lips quirked upward in a small, almost amused smile. “That’s a shame.”

“I’m not bothered by it,” you said. “It’s easier this way.”

Chishiya, however, felt differently. He’d spent enough time watching people, noticing the subtle interactions, the cracks behind the facades. And though he had observed you from a distance — the cold, intimidating exterior you wore like armor — something had shifted in him. The way you’d helped that younger girl during the game, the way you’d offered her calm, firm reassurance despite the chaos around you… it didn’t fit the narrative people had built around you.

It was then that he realized the truth.

“You’re not really like that, are you?” Chishiya’s words were softer now, as if he were finally saying aloud what had been quietly gnawing at him for a while.

You glanced at him, eyes widening slightly in confusion. “Like what?”

“Like the others think you are,” he clarified. “Like you don’t care. Like you’re always annoyed or angry.”

You sighed, the smallest hint of a frown crossing your face as you shifted your position. “It’s not that I don’t care,” you said slowly, the defensiveness in your voice slipping away just enough for Chishiya to hear something else beneath it. “I’m just… not interested in pretending to be something I’m not. If people think I’m a bitch because I don’t smile enough or look ‘approachable,’ fine. It doesn’t matter to me.”

Chishiya’s eyes softened slightly, though the smile he gave you remained as casual as ever. “You’re not a bitch,” he said, his voice strangely warm.

There was an uncomfortable silence that followed, where you looked like you were trying to figure out whether he was teasing or being sincere. You didn’t respond at first, but you couldn’t hide the small, almost imperceptible shift in your expression. It wasn’t much, but for a brief moment, your guarded demeanor slipped just enough for him to see a little more of what lay underneath.

“I’m not as cold as I look,” you muttered, your tone quieter now, almost as if you were saying it to yourself. “I just don’t bother with people. Most of them are either selfish or just... annoying.”

Chishiya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “But you’re not really like that.”

“No,” you admitted softly, a reluctant honesty in your voice. “I’m not. I... just don’t like being judged before I even open my mouth.”

Chishiya let out a small, quiet laugh. “Sounds like we have something in common.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the sound of his laugh, before letting out a huff of amusement. “Oh? You’re just as ‘approachable’ as I am, huh?”

“I think we both know that’s not true,” he said with a smile, his tone light but genuine. “But you’re right. People judge too quickly. They don’t bother looking deeper.”

You stared at him for a moment, your eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to read something in his expression. But Chishiya just kept his gaze steady, offering no hint of mockery or manipulation.

“I guess that’s why you don’t mind sticking around,” you said after a beat, your voice quieter now, almost contemplative.

Chishiya didn’t answer immediately, choosing instead to give a small, nonchalant shrug. “I don’t mind being the exception.”

You looked at him, eyes flickering between his face and the water, before giving him a small, almost imperceptible nod. “You’re not like the others,” you said again, your tone less guarded than before, though it still held the faintest trace of wariness.

Chishiya smirked. “I already told you that. You’ve just been too busy judging me.”

There was a brief pause before you gave a quiet, almost amused laugh — a sound that surprised him more than he cared to admit. You had a certain warmth to you, something that wasn’t immediately obvious. Something real.

“I guess that makes us even,” you said, standing up and brushing off the slight awkwardness in the air. “I’ll see you around, Chishiya.”

Chishiya nodded, his lips curling into that familiar, laid-back smile. “Yeah. See you.”

As you walked away, he couldn’t help but notice the way your usual defensive posture seemed to look a little sweeter.

Masterlist

[vamptarot]

Yes or No? | PAC

pile one pile two pile three

pile four pile five pile six

pile seven pile eight pile nine

how to choose a pile . . . choose whichever you feel drawn to or ask your guides to guide your eyes to the one that is meant for you! ᡣ𐭩

— ⭑.ᐟ please keep in mind that this is a short pick a card, and that’s exactly why there is so much options! 🫶🏻 not proof read.

pile one : - blue ‘n beige

𐙚 : nine of swords, page of wands reversed, the chariot reversed

bottom of deck: wheel of fortune.

♡ ⢷Yes or No?

No, and I can see this hurting for most people reading this pile. Some more than others.

♡ ⢷Why?

Simply just not meant for you, it’s not something that is supposed to be in your life. Some of you are asking about a person or career opportunity, and even in that case the answer is still no. There are better things awaiting you, don’t give yourself up to things that serve you no right.

— ✮⋆˙ pink glittery eyeshadow , 2020 trends , night time , heart break , someone here is in love with a taurus man/masc woman , DD , 555 , j-hiphop , space buns , experimental hairstyles

I know hearing no can hurt sometimes and some of you might even wanna hate on me for it but I’d rather keep it real with you than to lie right into your face. I truly hope that regardless of the outcome, you will be happy. thank you for reading.

if you liked my reading please consider checking out my paid readings! there is barely any topic I will say no to and with every penny you are helping me!

pile two : - japanese umbrellas !

𐙚 : ten of wands, ten of swords reversed, knight of wands bottom of the deck: two of cups reversed

♡ ⢷Yes or No?

This is entirely up to you. It can be a yes, and a no. It’s in your control.

♡ ⢷Why?

This isn’t something grand that you can’t pull yourself out of without the help of other people. You can, and you will. You just need to be persistent with it. No one controls your life but you, even if you might view it otherwise at times.

— ✮⋆˙ heart shaped keys, 10 of hearts / wands (?) , the nightmare before Christmas , ‘one, two, three, four, five.. I once ate a b!tch alive ‘ (????) , someone here is into horror genre (specifically mangas) , small business , gg stan , gee - girls’ generation , pink bows & laces

anxiety sucks, but so is wondering ‘what if I have done that?’, personally, that’s my advice for you. thank you for reading.

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pile three : - rose-heart matcha !

𐙚 : five of wands, page of cups

bottom of the deck: eight of swords

♡ ⢷Yes or No?

A very strong no.

♡ ⢷Why?

You know this would create fights as well. I know it, and you do too. It’s not something that is meant for you. It sounds good now, but it would change your life and you would regret.

— ✮⋆˙ alt style , léon: the professional , france , age gaps , mental health issues - yes, yours - , tenten , owls , howl’s moving castle , teddy bears , a golden ring with a red gem ,(fake/self made/professional ect) tattoos , mascara running down your cheeks while crying , crying bathroom selfies , short blue hair

I know life is hard and it sucks sometimes but I believe in you even at times you do not. You can make better choices than this, and I believe that you will do so too. thank you for reading.

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pile four : - flowers !

𐙚 : ten of pentacles, the lovers

bottom of the deck: knight of pentacles

♡ ⢷Yes or No?

Heck yeah! Yes. Strong yes. If this is an opportunity, go for it. If it’s a ‘what if’ question this is such a huge yes for you bby.

♡ ⢷Why?

Most of you asking this will ask about love.. the person is just head over heels for you!!! If this is a job opportunity please know that you have such a phenomenal and extraordinary talent, it’s so cool.

— ✮⋆˙ blond(e) , dyed hair , pink hello kitty nails - with charms for some of you - , cutesy style , shorter side height wise , crushes , led lights , subway - the sandwhich chain - , neck massages / rubs , jelly balls - food.. - , modern family , violin , glasses , tom boy

your energy is soo cute and excited!! thank you for reading.

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pile five : - glasses !

𐙚 : king of swords, king of cups, ace of pentacles

♡ ⢷Yes or No?

Yes!! A strong yes.

♡ ⢷Why?

You have got all the strength that takes to do this.

— ✮⋆˙ melancholic vibes , (dark) blue walls , glittery things , crying statues , images mother mary , hatsune miku , pretty wigs (smooth/silky ones.. like the pretty ones from china) , devil , white eyes , work opportunities , changes , accepting new challenges , feeling of anxiety , cowboy hats

I know you are anxious, and that’s valid. Everybody feels fear, but you got this. thank you for reading.

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pile six : - birds

𐙚 : death , nine of cups reversed , the hierophant , ace of cups

bottom of the deck: four of wands

♡ ⢷Yes or No?

Yes. A sad yes.

♡ ⢷Why?

It’s for the better, you are worth more than this. This is the only thing your guides are saying.

— ✮⋆˙ dreaming of living near the sea in Italy , luca - the disney movie , the lion king - fondness for nuka specifically , pale skin & brown hair & greenish blue eyes , nightmares of monsters / the devil , the villian guy from princess & the frog , uncanny valley , dabi from mha , fondness for the unaccepted ones

please remember that being disappointed is better than being heartbroken. thank you for reading.

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pile seven : - lunch !

𐙚 : two of swords reversed, the hermit reversed

bottom of the deck: six of swords

♡ ⢷Yes or No?

No, but you can definitely change this. Just don’t let opportunities slip out from under your hand.

♡ ⢷Why?

Put yourself out there more. You are introverted to the point it’s harming your health, both mentally and otherwise.

— ✮⋆˙ ‘hello sweetie with the long face’ , fanfics , boredom , white nails - frenchies most likely - , if you seek amy - britney spears , kali uchis , sasuke uchiha (king) , strawberries & pies , jungwon biased 🫵🏻 , ‘standing on business’ , 3D - JK

I would bet good stickers on the fact that most of y’all asked about your future spouse. thank you for reading.

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pile eight : - window !!

𐙚 : five of wands, temperance reversed, the lovers

bottom of the deck: the chariot reversed

♡ ⢷Yes or No?

Sorry but no.

♡ ⢷Why?

You genuinely need to love yourself a little more. You are constantly at war with yourself and you are losing. Love yourself enough to win.

— ✮⋆˙ cherubs , chubby cheeks , crooked nose , red glasses , fuzzy socks / pjs , black kittens , new earrings / piercings , bunnies , honey & peaches & cream - food!!!! get your mind our of the gutter - , 10/10 , braces , itchy eyes , fake lashes , cracking bones - spine and knuckles -

I know it sucks to hear ‘love yourself more’ bc it’s annoying but this was not said with bad intentions. thank you for reading.

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pile nine : - rose water

𐙚 : Two of Cups reversed, Seven of Swords

bottom of the deck: four of pentacles

♡ ⢷Yes or No?

A very gentle no.

♡ ⢷Why?

It’s just a much more scary / bothersome path than what you would think so. You are very trusting and have a too forgiving heart. Some people can just unfortunately take advantage of that.

— ✮⋆˙ under 18 🫵🏻 , acting , theatre , wanting to be in spotlight but being unsure about it , asking about crushes , having a favourite teddy / plush , bridgit mendler , tiktok , kesha , early 00s / early 10s , big doe / dolly eyes , big bang theory

I just wanna say that the spirit guides for this pile are so motherly 😞 this is my first time having a pile that consists of kiddos and adults all connected to their innerchild !! the energy here is so warm and nice 💓 I of course mean this from a good place of heart, it reminded me of a childhood home sort of feeling. thank you for reading.

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Akatsuki reaction when their s/o dies

Feat: Kisame Hoshigaki, Itachi Uchiha, Deidara, Sasori, Kakuzu, and Hidan

Warning: some cursing, SFW, Angst

Kisame Hoshigaki

-the pain was too much for him

-doesn't know how to react as he held your lifeless body into his arms

-Why?! Why did you saved him instead of saving yourself?!

-He Promised himself to protect you with his life and will do anything to make you happy as you are the only one who treated him as a normal person and not some sort of freak

-Kisame will kiss you as his tears fall silently down his cheeks “Forgive me Y/N-Chan.. For not being able to protect you”

Itachi Uchiha

-He lost everything he ever loved except to his Beloved Brother who actually hated him

-Itachi Loves you unconditionally. You understood everything about him and never criticise him in any way

-He wants you to stay with him forever, to build a family together, to live a peaceful life that he's been longing for

-But it seems that his dreams scattered into pieces as he held your Lifeless into his arms. He lost you, his rock, his inspiration, and his heart.

-“Until we met Again My Love” before Leaving a final kiss to your forehead

Deidara

-No this can't be happening

-Deidara will no everything in his power to keep you alive but everything he does fails him to save you from dying

-he will refuse to believe that you're gone even the other members tells him to let it go

-“No! She's still right here un! Can't you see that?!”

Sasori

-He already lost his parents. He couldn't afford to lose you too

-Sasori will take your lifeless body into his room and turn your body into one of his puppet just to keep you with him

-“You can't leave me.. I still needed you”

-Even if his actions are against your will and full of selfishness he doesn't care as his only priority is to have you in his side forever

Kakuzu

-Kakuzu will try to keep everything together

-He will try to not acknowledge the pain he was feeling from losing you and occupied himself with works and mission just to help him forget everything

-He though that he can but he's wrong

-Kakuzu still finds himself grieving every single time as the image of your Radiant smile appears into his mind.

Hidan

-“Nah! You better open up your eyes b*tch!” tries to shake you up “Y/N! Come on! Open your eyes!” he screamed

-Hidan will try to beg you to open up your eyes. He will try everything and even tried to convert you into a janshinism just to keep you alive

-will held your lifeless body into his body tightly and cry his heart out not caring if the others sees him in this state

[newkatzkafe2023]

How about Monday Queen reacting to their husband's ex-girlfriend, who was a cheater, trying to get back together despite being aware they are married?

Don't be surprised when yo teeth on the floor getting sturdy-Devonte the one

(Lmk Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh boi she's one of those ladies who says nice things to their enemies, you know be passive aggressive and fake. Unfortunately the second she finds that it's your scrub ex-girlfriend who come back Holla at you, she don't even pretend to be nice and helps you kick that B*tch to the curb.

(MKR Wukong) 😰😰😰😰😰 good lord the only reason you EX is still alive is because you didn't tell her, that your ex is back. Despite your wife trusting you entirely it still doesn't stop her from getting jealous and possessive over you, and vice versa for you. So if your ex wants to keep her kneecaps she better get to stepping, or she will be....☠️☠️☠️☠️

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh😯😯😯😬😬😬 this is a incredibly dangerous zone your ex is in, especially when it came to your wife. Wukong maybe goofy and carefree most of the time, but she is the monkey queen and she has killed before. If she finds out that your ex's hoe bag ass is back here trying to slink back to you despite your marriage to her, and now your ex is gonna get exactly what she deserves.

(HIB Wukong) It was Luier who was the first to learn about your exes' mildly sexual harassment, but you told her not to worry about it. Of course, she knew this triggered her anxiety, and after weeks of arguments with your ex, Luier spilled everything she knew to her mother, and to say Wukong was pissed was a severe understatement and when she found your ex well let's just say she's lucky that Wukong breaking her legs is all she did.

(Netflix Wukong) opp your ex-girlfriend is getting bodied, your one of the things she never plays around with. She had worked way to hard to get your attention and to marry you, she is not losing you to an obvious street hooker. So she did what any wife would do to a tramp and ruin her life, she went full troll too. she spread rumors about your ex, vandalized her house, cut her hair and burn her hair while she was always and I'm pretty sure Wukong put itch powder in her face cream. Wukong's revenge harassment was very bad and your ex was so terrified and stressed that she ran away. So yeah Wukong really don't play when it comes to you.

(BMW Wukong) Your ex-girlfriend is dead.... Yup, she is a dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead girl walking. Wukong doesn't like anybody stealing from her, whether it be an immortality peach or her spotlight. When she wants attention, the point is you don't ever steal from her. So when she finds that your ex is trying to steal you away from her, well she might as well dig her own grave.

(Destined one) Yeah the Destined one would become your Ex's worse nightmare, your wife loves you dearly and she hates how your ex was careless to hurt you emotionally constantly like that. So with her quiet girl persona the destined one mentally and psychologically tortured your ex, to the point where your ex developed a phobia of monkeys so she was never seen again. The Destined one may be the calmest of the monkeys but she is not to be crossed ever.

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[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#109 Beach day more like B!tch day-

Ayato: Hey guys, what do you think about making that beach trip an annual thing?~

Y/n, Itto, and Gorou: No!

Takuya: Alright, that’s it, you guys. What happened out there?

Y/n: What? We took a walk~ Nothing happened. I came back with nothing all over me...

Takuya: What does that mean?

Ayato: Come on, what happened? Itto?

Itto: Alright...

Y/n: No. Itto, we swore we’d never tell!

Gorou: They’ll never understand.

Itto: But we have to say something. We have to get it out. It’s eating me alive.

Itto: Y/n got stung by a jellyfish!

Y/n: Alright! I got stung... Stung bad! I couldn’t stand...I- I couldn’t walk...

Gorou: We were two miles from the house. We were scared and alone. We didn’t think we could make it-

Y/n: I was in too much pain!

Itto: And I was tired from digging a huge hole!

Gorou: And then Itto remembered something- Itto: I’d seen this thing in the Discovery magazines!

Ayato: Wait a minute, I saw that!-On the Discovery Magazine Yeah, about jellyfish and how if you— EW! You peed on yourself?

Takuya and Thoma: EW!!

Y/n: You can’t say that! You don’t know! I thought I was gonna pass out from the pain. Anyway, I tried, but I couldn’t... bend that way. So...

Ayato,Thoma and Takuya look slowly at Itto who puffs his chest proudly

Ayato, Takuya, and Thoma: Ew!

Itto: That’s right!? I stepped up. They’re my compadre and they needed help! If I had to, I’d pee on any one of you!?!

Itto: Only, uh, I couldn’t... I got stage fright...I wanted to help but there was too much pressure. So, I, um, I turned to Gorou-

Gorou SCREAMS into his palms as he hides his face, shocking the gang, he whimpers with ears down and tail tucked

Gorou: Itto kept screaming at me!?! “Do it now. Do it. Do it now!” Sometimes, late at night, I can still hear the screaming!?!

Itto*Wheezes and looks at the gang with a grin*-That’s because sometimes I just do it through my wall to freak you out-

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[A:3 C:63]

(Odile)

(You dived behind a bookcase as you saw Perci hold out his scissors sign. Lightless slashes that look almost like pen ink cut through the bookshelf around you. Really? Pen mightier than the sword?)

(Oh I could do worse, how about fire? You hold your sign out, and tilt it. Fire in a library would be a disaster, no?)

(You feel heat, and jump from where you’re hiding down the isles of books, and run. Looking behind you what was once the same library as everything else was ablaze! Gems, aren’t you here to dominate my mind? Why destroy it!!)

(Oh don’t worry, you step forward, moving the blaze towards Odile as you did. I’ll be sure to rebuild it.)

(In your own image, I presume? You stop and turn, focus, Odile. You hold your palm out, a clear geometrical wall forms between you and the blaze.)

(Oh yes, good! No need to run, Madame! Face it!)

(What do you want, Percival? I come to you seeking a deal and here you are making a mess of my library! Focus, you think, and focus. You push against the fire, contain it.)

(Information, for one. You’re walking on the air, looking down on Odile as she controls the blaze. Information on every little thing you did on your journey.)

(You box in the fire, cutting off its oxygen supply, and extinguishing it. And for two?)

(For two, to see if you have what it takes. You snip your scissors sign, and multiple lanterns around the library burst into flames.)

(Gems alive! This is a test, isn’t it! Test for. . . The heat. The library is still on fire. Of course, why would you keep lanterns in a library like this! Libraries are flammable. Think, think! You run through the isles of books, after a few steps you begin to float on the air once again.)

(Tick tock, Madame.)

(Once you’re about a foot in the air, you see Perci floating a few yards away, hands behind his back, watching. You look away, tch, think, think. . . If this is a test, it’s for what? You extinguished one fire, and more appeared. So the test was to put them out, and ensure they don’t come back. How were you to do that?)

(In fact, how was he manipulating your mind so easily? Causing fires from exploding your lanterns. You look back at Perci, and the library aisle is different, and Perci is gone again. Gems alive, it’s like he knew this place better than you ever did.)

(You walk on. What did he tell you, before this? “I don’t think vast is an accurate enough-” no, not that. “allow me to show you!” So it’s a test that he endured. “Are you so tied to your own self image to not experiment a little, Madame?” Of course not! You’ve changed before, after all. And you didn’t want to bother with body craft just to change your own self- wait, why would you bother with body craft! It’s all in your head!!)

(Oh you foolish old lady, of course you’re not bound by your crafts here! Or any conventional logic at all! Gems alive you’re floating after all! If you’re not bound by that logic or science, or your crafts, how should you act? How did you first extinguish that fire? By starving it of oxygen. Fire cannot live without air.)

(Just as a library is a tinderbox for fire.)

(So, it’s, it’s. . . Cause, and effect? No, no it’s internal logic! An experiment, you reach into your pocket, there should be a coin in there, as there always seems to be. Low and behold you pull out a coin! You let it fall, and it falls slowly.)

(As you look down, your stomach drops. You’re dozens of feet above the library shelves. Your knees quake, and your stomach was doing cartwheels, you needed down down down NOW! Close your eyes, and, take, a step, forward.)

(Oh come now, Odile. A fear of heights? Why didn’t you tell me so, I could help with that, after all.)

(Shut. Up. Walk, down. Down. You’re walking along. You feel ground beneath you. You’re walking. And, since you’re walking, you must be on the ground, yes? You open your eyes again.)

(Yes, you’re on the ground. You let out a sigh of relief and lean on a bookshelf. That felt far too real, more real than it ever had before. Before, it would just give you the shakes, being so high up in your mind. But that was. . . That was something else.)

(It’s because of how deep you are, Madame. You walk through a secret passage ending up in front of Odile. A library always has a secret passage. You’re so deep in your own mind, Madame, that it might as well be real.)

(Ah, I see. You pull a book from your shelf, a memory. Theoretically, the mind stops differentiating from a headspace and realspace, but no-one has been able to get that deep into their consciousness. The closest examples have been from those who have a good sense of the inner mind, or, well, are plural.)

(Quite, there’s a barrier of consciousness that is near impossible to pass, where on some level, you know it is all in your mind. Mind craft lets you break the barrier for yourself or others. Now, Madame, how do you plan on putting that fire out?)

(Ha! What fire? Don’t you know? The lanterns hung in Ka Bue libraries are crafted with a simple craft spell to extinguish itself if the fire inside it goes out of control. And I don’t smell smoke, so there is no fire, there never was. Because why would there be a fire in a place as carefully kept as a library.)

(Aha! Well done, Madame! You softly clap as you watch her get to her feet. The mind follows an internal chain of logic.)

(And so a coin falls slowly because even if I know all things fall at the same rate, on some level it feels as if it should fall slowly. You stand fully, glaring down at him. Extending that logic, you look as you are because someone did some great harm to you in the past. You cannot let go of your scars, can you.)

(. . . You are annoyingly observant.)

(And you aren’t able to change what you look like, even if you tried. That’s what that bitterness was earlier, wasn’t it?)

(Yes, it was. Although I’ll have you know I look much better now than what I once did.)

(I’m inclined to believe you, Percival. Now I passed your test, what else do you want from me?)

(Passed? Oh no, that was me giving you a study guide dear. You look at your wrists as you talk. Without that lesson on cause and effect, the real test would kill you in a second.)

(That gets your attention, you raise an eyebrow. Oh? And what would be so terrifying that you would give a study guide to your enemy?)

(Well, you wanted to learn Mind Craft, no? You turn and walk down the hall of books. Follow me.)

(Hesitantly, you follow. Well you did say that I was, what was it again? Absolutely brilliant?)

(That I did. You turn down dark halls.)

(And you were lying when you said you wouldn’t hand me a knife for me to use against you?)

(Half-truth, I wouldn’t just hand it to you. But I more want to see if you know how to not cut yourself.)

(Cut myself? Ha! It is dangerous, after all. My friend's poor state is evidence enough. So what is this test?)

(You ignore her, and continue walking. You eventually find a door in the dark corner of the library. There’s a lock on it.)

(. . .)

(Scared, madame?)

(No.)

(Good. You turn to her. You see, Odile, in order to learn true mind craft there is another mental barrier you must overcome.)

(You glare at the door. It was made of old, oak wood. Thick, and sturdy. You didn’t like this door. So, you wanted me to face that barrier, and best it.)

(Correct. You grab the lock on the door, and with a twist break it off. From this moment forward, anything you see will not be of my doing. It will all be your own thoughts, and your own mind. Are we clear?)

(. . . Why are-)

(Are. We. Clear.)

(. . . . . We are clear.)

(Good. You turn the handle of the door, and push it open. Good luck, madame.)

(The door opened to, nothing. A black, endless void. A cold wind blew from it, you didn’t like it. You glance at Perci. He waited, patiently. His broken nose, scared body, droopy eye, whatever this test was, it was brutal.)

(. . . . You step forward. The door closes behind you.)

(. . . . . . . . You walk.)

(. . . . . . . . . . Hello?)

(. . . No response. You keep walking.)

(. . . . . . . .)

(Gems, was this a trick from Perci? Just a ploy to get you distracted so he could pilfer your memories!)

(. . . . . . . . .)

(No, no this wasn’t a trick. You knew this wasn’t a trick. It’s all in your mind, after all.)

(. . . . . . . . .)

(That was certainly what he was doing now, however. Trick or not, by the time you’re done he would know as much as you do. Gems alive. . .)

(. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .)

(. . . . . . . . . . You stop. You hear, footsteps behind you-)

{Naoki.}

(Your body freezes, your throat tightens, your fingers go numb. You’re stuck in place as you hear that voice, that name, right, behind you.)

{How do you like Vaugarde, Naoki? Do you fit in yet? Have you found your family yet? No? Of course you haven’t. No-one could consider you family.}

(T-that’s, not- You feel a cold yet gentle touch on your shoulder.)

{It’s true. Of course it’s true. We are just like our mother, aren’t we? Thinking that abandoning everything we had, everyone we had, would make us fit in. Of course, no-one would love us, really. No-one could ever love you.}

(LIAR!! You turn and swipe at the thing touching you, and freeze, once again.)

(It’s. . . . .)

{You talk wrong, walk wrong, speak wrong. Everything about you is wrong. Everyone can see it. You don’t fit in, you don’t belong, and this is no home for you. Look into your mirror, Naoki, even a new name can’t save you from your fate. And what an ironic meaning that name has.}

(STOP CALLING ME THAT!!)

{Naoki, Honesty and integrity. No, that doesn’t embody you at all. Look at you, you’re saving the world for a laugh and basking in the glory while your own father grows more and more forgotten. You took the gems that his ashes gave birth to and threw his name away. You abandoned him, abandoned your family. The only place that would accept a monster like you is oblivion.}

(I, I would never- you feel for the gems, your earrings.)

(They’re not there.)

{They never were. Why would your self image include someone you care not for?}

(You hold out a palm, geometric attacks fly at it. It does nothing.)

{Do you even care about them? You only agreed to travel because the alternative was an eternity of looping time. Once that traveler is sated, you’ll leave your ‘family’ as easily as you did the last. Just. Like. Her.}

(I’M NOTHING LIKE HER!! WHAT, WHAT ARE YOU!!)

{You know how to find out.}

(. . . . You analyse the enemy.)

(Folie à deux.)

{You should save them the pain.}

(You take a step back, the ground cracks beneath you. No, no the whole world is shattering! The figure steps towards you.)

{You should save their little hearts the pain, and let them go.}

(The walls shatter and give way to the sky. The floor cracks and shatters into dust, revealing the ground. The ground that was miles below you. You freeze, a crack forms beneath your feet, and that too gives way.)

(In your fall, you grab onto the very edge of the void you were once standing on. The clouds below you were so far, and the stars above so close. If you reached just a bit more, you’re sure you could touch them.)

(The figure looms above you.)

{They would be so much happier without such a burden in their lives.}

(Your hand feels numb, your body feels, weak.)

{No more Naoki making life harder, taking food that isn’t yours, a bed you don’t need, a liability that only drags them down.}

(You, don’t, you don’t want to.)

{Don’t you feel bad for all the trouble you’ve caused? Don’t you feel bad for all the harm, all the bitterness? You want to be a hero, don’t you?}

(. . . . . Y-you. . .)

{Let. Go.}

(. . . . . .)

(You. . . .)

(You let go.)

(The world goes silent. You feel the wind against your skin, your hair, your soul.)

(You’re falling, and when you hit the ground. . .)

(. . . . . . . . You’ll. . . . . .)

(. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .)

(It’s. . . For. . .)

(. . . . . . .)

(. . . . .)

(. . .)

(. .--)

[NO!]

(Your eyes snap open as someone grabs your hand, you’re, you’re not falling?! What?! Who-)

[BY EVERY STAR IN THE SKY and EVERY PHASE OF THE MOON!! Just WHAT do you think you’re DOING??!?]

(The stranger who grabbed you has a fancy vest, a long sleeved undershirt, glasses, and dark hair in a ponytail. There was a large vine wrapped around their leg which pulled you up and out of the void. And suddenly, you’re collapsed on the floor of your headspace, Perci a few feet in front of you, and the stranger to your side.)

(W-what, WHAT?!?! WHO, HOW-)

[PERCIVAL FUCKING MONET! You twirl your pen in your hands, stepping forward with a wrath the Universe would be proud of. I am going to KILL YOU!!]

(You try to stand, but your legs still feel numb. Vertigo.)

(I, I sealed you away!! How, HOW?!? You draw your swords from nowhere and slash at them with your lightless ink. How are you here!! HOW?!?!)

[You move quickly, dodging the slashes and rushing Perci.]

(hhAA-?!)

[THIS IS FOR THE GARDEN, ASSHOLE!!!]

(The stranger slams a fist into Percis face.)

(And in a blink, you’re back in reality.)

(WHAM.)

(Ramos had grabbed Perci by the back of his head and had slammed his face into the table.)

(WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.)

“ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY YET?!?” (Ramos yells. WHAM. And they throw Perci back, blood pouring from his nose.)

(You check for your earrings. Good, they’re still there. You stood up, but quickly felt nauseous. Gems alive your head, you just suffered the mental version of whiplash. Going from one thing to-)

“Hey! Lady!” (Your head snaps up. Ramos was looking at you- wait. Their hair is in a ponytail, how they dressed was different, and they had a pair of dark glasses on. They smiled at you) “You alright? You can have an existential crisis later but if you can still fight I’m gonna need you.”

“You. . .” (You shake your head.) “. . . Ramos?”

(The smile spreads to a grin.) “The one and only!”

[sakuraharuno156]

Let's look at Infinite Tsukuyomi dreams once again:

and see how it's clearly shows Hinata is a really sh*tty person

Worth to mention - this is their perfect world, this is how they wished it to be. No limits, no restrictions, everything is possible.

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Let's see how they want the world to be:

Gaaras dream:

His parents are ALIVE AND HAPPY. His siblings are with their parents and they are all a close, cute family.

Lee and TenTen:

Lee wants to fight with Neji/Naruto and win, but Neji wanted to fight with Lee and we know they were sparring frequently.

So in Lee's perfect life, he and Neji are still happy with the only difference being - Lee finally won. Sakura is in love with Lee, but she is still herself. She is doing what she is always doing - being loud and happy, SHE IS HERSELF.

TenTen is standing with Neji and doing what they are always doing - judging Lee and Guy

So in TenTen's perfect world - Neji is alive and they are all (weird) happy family like they were before.

Choji, Shikamaru and Ino:

Chiji found love and his father is proud of him. Nice, self-explanatory.

Shikamaru is watching 2 couples (Kurenai x Asuma and Shikamarus father and mother) while doing what he loves - complaining. Asuma is ALIVE and meeting his child, Shikaku is ALIVE and with the woman he loves - Shikamaru's mother.

So in Shikamaru's perfect world, they are all the same people with their loved ones. Shikamaru is complaining and happy to see them together.

Ino is with Sai and Sasuke who are fighting for her and her father is happy and proud of her AND ALIVE. Sasuke and Sai are fighting for Ino but look! They are not blushing, not doing anything OOC, they are themselves but in love with Ino.

So in Ino's perfect world, she is popular (with two guys she is attracted to), her father is happy and proud of her.

NOW TO THE SELFISH TEAM:

Kiba and Shino:

They are both successful, Kiba is the Hokage and Shino found a new species. Not much to add there.

But then, Crème de la crème, this b*tch Hinata:

In Hinata's dream, she is with Naruto (no surprises) and Neji is alive, but is it? Let's break this down:

Naruto is not Naruto. He is quiet, just sitting there. Naruto, the child with SO MUCH ENERGY he cannot stand in one place, just sitting. Naruto the child WHO SPEAKS SO MUCH is just quiet.

In Lee dream - Sakura is in love with him BUT SHE IS ACTING LIKE SAKURA, SHE IS SAKURA.

In Ino's dream - Sasuke and Sai are fighting over Ino, BUT THEY ARE THEMSELVES. They act like themselves. THEY ARE THEMSELVES.

Everyone who dreams of someone imagine them as they are. Sakura is Sakura, Sasuke and Sai are themselves. Even Temari speaking her one word in Shikamarus dream IS TEMARI. She speaks like she usually do when they are together.

But Naruto in Hinatas mind? Quiet. Stagnant. She could have imagined him as himself as a talkative, over-energized, NARUTO, but no. Quiet.

But that's less infuriating - more just annoying.

Now to the infuriating part.

WTF NEJI.

Why is he annoyed? Why in Hinata's perfect dream - Neji is mad and stalking her? Why in a world when they can be friends, when Neji can be proud of her (like fathers in Ino's or Choji's) she imagined him as unhappy?

And why is he spying on her? Why is he not happily with her, or with his friends OR HIS FATHER, but he is just sitting in the bushes and stalking Hinata?

That's again, not Neji, people who imagined the opposite of Neji saw him like Hinata wanted him in her dream.

Look at Road to ninja, a movie when they are THEIR OPPOSITES. What is Neji doing? Stalking Hinata and getting angry. Wow, would you look at this.

(And yes, that's a filler movie, and no I don't like studio pierrot, but COME ON, WHAT THEY IMAGIN AS THE OPPOSITE OF NEJI IS WHAT HINATA WANTED NEJI TO BE)

SHE COULD HAVE IMAGINED HYUGA CLAN BEING FIXED, MAIN AND SIDE BRANCH HAPPY TOGETHER.

But no, let's imagine that everything is like it is, Neji is still her slave (even after his death - she still imagine him as a slave, propably with his curse mark), he is spying on her and unhappy with it :)

Why dream of change, when you can be with your crush (who acts like a completely different person) and still having your slave, but in this world - he is stalking you! Yeey....

I can't, I can't with that character, every chance she gets to do the right thing - she keeps on proving how s*it of a person she is...

[baa-whatever]

Moon Insanity

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A sams au goldin moon fanfic.

Enjoy!

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There was a struggle. Then it turned into a fight. People were shouting and screaming, he could feel his ribs aching from the blows but he didn't dare let go. He knew what would happen if he did. Flashes of light blinded them both but they clawed and dug their nails into one another, trying to fight for the star. He punched, he kicked, he bit him, he cursed him but he still held on for life. Neither of their weapons or defenses were active. It was all completely destroyed the moment their hands touched the star. Then the building was on fire. Moon could hear Sun yelling at someone, but he didn't dare take his eyes off of Dark Sun. Any glimpse of him helped greatly to keep himself alive. No matter who it was, if he looked away now it was all over. Another flash of light and there was suddenly a blow against his back. He didn't need to breathe but the second blow sure hurt his spine. He hit the ground hard. Moon groaned in pain and frantically felt around in the dark for the star. Nothing. Dark Sun. He shot up.

Moon:"GIVE ME THAT--!" He looked around but there was no one there. He was alone in a dark apartment room. What scared him the most about it was that it was similar to Mr. Winter's home. His head began to ache and he hissed through his teeth. He pulled himself up quickly."Why am I here?" He spoke in an angered tone."What did you do, Dark Sun?!" He yelled. He ran out of the apartment and dashed down the hall. He didn't want to have to meet that jackass again after what he did. He wasn't in the mood and he'd probably take his anger out on him if he had the chance. He tried to take one of the elevators but they weren't working."What-?" He kept pushing the down button."Come on!" He punched the wall. He looked and saw the staircase just down his right."Great." He sighed with an annoyed expression.

"Evelynn?"

Moon gasped and his body tensed up.

Moon:"Come on, not now with this bullsh*t." He grumbled to himself. But before he could move, there he was, down the hall but something was….wrong. He seemed lifeless. He looked thinner, like he hasn't been eating for days. He was just standing there leaning against the wall with one hand."Uuhhh, you good?" He took a second before repeating what he said before.

Winters:"Evelynn?" He called. Moon sighed.

Moon:"I'am not dealing with this today, I have to find my brother--"

Winters:"Evelynn! Where is she?!" He yelled. He began to walk towards him quickly while reaching in his coat for something."Give her back!" Before another word, he dashed down the hall and down the staircase with Mr. Winters screaming from behind. He could hear bullets rang out behind him as he jumped down the steps as fast as he could. He tripped on a toy car a child left outside their room and fell down the remaining steps. He cried out in pain. He started swearing under his breath as he was getting back up. He could hear Winters getting closer. He saw the exit just up ahead and moved as fast as he could."Give her back, you son-of-a-b*tch!! It's YOUR fault she died!! YOU did this to me!! To us! All of us!" Bullets rang out through the place and one nearly shot Moon's head. He grabbed the handle. Twisted. And fell on the other side before kicked the door shut. He laid there on his back gasping. It was quiet now. Too quiet. He stood back up and waited for more screaming and the sound of bullets but there was nothing. He turned around and his eyes widened.

Moon:"What…?" He whispered. To his horror he was now standing at the entrance of Fazbear's pizzeria."H-how…?" He held his head and shut his eyes tightly."It's a nightmare. I'm just having a nightmare and I'm going to wake up soon." He waited for Sun to wake him up and tell him that breakfast was ready and that he was just having a weird dream. When that didn't work he was trying to wake himself up."Come on, Moon, you're just having a nightmare. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up, you stubborn idiot." He mumbled.

"Oh, hey, Moondrop."

Moon spun around and there stood Glamrock Freddy.

G!Freddy:"Whoa, hey, you okay?"

Moon:"Uh, yeah, I'm-I'm fine."

G!Freddy:"Oh good! You weren't planning on leaving yet, were ya?" He looked Freddy up and down. He seemed normal but his paint looked faded.

Moon:"Y-yeah-no, I was just….I was looking for Sun, have you seen him?" He frowned.

G!Freddy:"Isn't he at the daycare right now?" He seemed genuine but there was something off about his voice that almost sent a shiver down his back.

Moon:"Oh….yeah, I should've figured." He walked past the smiling bear."Thanks, Freddy."

Freddy:"Oh sure." He waved. But there was something bugging Moon greatly. Something looked hauntingly familiar about all of this. He tried to call Sun but the number wasn't the same….

Moon:"What the hell? Why? It should be his number. I've had this number saved since we moved…"

"OH, hi, Moon."

He looked up and saw Roxanne standing at the top of the stairs.

Roxanne:"You know you're wasting your time, right?" She checked her nails. He furrowed his brows.

Moon:"I don't have time for you, Roxy. I'm trying to find my brother and make sure he's alive." He tried his number again. Nothing."Damn it!" He hissed. Roxanne rolled her eyes and walked down past him.

Roxanne:"Just hurry up and check the daycare, I know you needed a break after splitting up but I didn't think you'd be this worried about him." Moon froze.

Moon:"Split up?" She stopped and turned.

Roxanne:"Um, yeah? You said you needed time away from the kids, remember?" He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He dashed up the stairs and slammed the doors to the daycare open.

Moon:"No, no, no, no, no, no! SUN!!" He yelled. He ran past the fountain and entered the daycare. He stopped."….God….no…." He whispered softly.

There was blood on the walls, the floor, and on the slide. He could hear echoes of screams. This wasn't the same daycare where it happened but he got the idea….there was no one here. Not anymore. He quickly looked over the railing and there in the middle of the room was Sun. He looked just as he did back in the other dimension. He was wearing the same clothes as before. But what was he looking at?

Moon:"SUN!!" He yelled. He looked up at him.

Sun:"Moon?! T-That is you, right?!"

Moon:"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming down! Just stay there!" He ran around the other side to the doors but for some reason they wouldn't open"Sun?!"

Sun:"What?!"

Moon:"I can't open the doors! They're stuck or something!"

Sun:"….Stuck? What do you mean stuck?!" He tried opening them but they wouldn't budge from his side either. He looked at the computers but they weren't working."Moon, try the other side, I can't get these computers to turn on!"

Moon:"I, right…you're okay though, right? Did you get hurt or anything?"

Sun:"I mean…aside from reliving my past trauma, I think I'm good." Moon sighed.

Moon:"I'm sorry…" He said without thinking.

Sun:"It's fine, you're okay, that's all that matters to me." He paused."Wait, have you seen Terra anywhere?"

Moon:"No, I was hoping she was with you."

Sun:"What about Dazzle?" Moon flinched.

Moon:"No….but I did end up running into Mr. Winters…"

Sun:"WHAT?"

Moon:"Or whatever that thing was. He looked skinny and tried shooting me when he chased me through the place we met him once.

Sun:"Moon….Are we just travelling through time or something?"

Moon:"I doubt it, Sun. This feels like Hell."

Sun:"Oh….wonderful. Well, hurry up, Moon. I need you to help me get these computers up and working so we can head back and save Terra and the others!"

Moon:"Okay! Just becareful, okay?! I don't know if Bloodmoon's around or not." He heard Sun mumble something but he didn't hear what. He dashed back up the stairs and into the theater. The place looked old and ruined. He ran into the movie theater and immediately stopped. On the screen there were bits of clips playing of him fighting Dark Sun. It was playing in slow motion of those two fighting over the star. Flashes of lightning flew out and hit the walls of the building they were in. It cut to Terra who was about to attack KS while KS had Sun in a headlock. Then it cut to Solar and Jack….he was holding onto Jack in his lap while trying to patch up his wounds. Monty was lying on his side behind him while other Suns were coming in with weapons. The clips replayed but it cut to the star. Nothing happened. It as just the star now. It didn't play anymore of the clips. He shook his head and ran."I need to hurry." He slammed the frame door open and ran down the hall. He tried to ignore the bloody hand prints and smears on the walls and floor. But a familiar feeling came back to him. That burning feeling in the back of his head."Just stay calm, Moon. Stay calm…." He busted down the door. The room was a mess like it had been blown up. He sighed."Was this how it looked when Ruin and Bloodmoon took over?" He asked himself.

"Yes."

"A shame you weren't there to see it."

His eyes widened.

Moon:"Oh you two? I haven't heard your voices in forever."

COM 1:"That's because we died."

COM 2:"Your other self was there when it happened. What was his name? Nexus?"

COM 1:"I believe so."

Moon:"So what happened?"

COM 2:"It was an accident."

COM 1:"On Nexus's part at least. Ruin gave him a virus in his hand and he accidentally gave it to us when we were working on a cure for cancer." Moon shook his head.

Moon:"And people say he's such a good guy."

COM 2:"Right, well, he did it to obtain some blueprints about Bloodmoon I think. And that's all we remember."

Moon:"Okay then….is KC here?"

COM 1:"No." Moon sighed.

Moon:"Alright. Well….I need to help Sun and find my family."

COM 1:"Good luck with that."

COM 2:"And Moon?"

Moon:"What?"

COM 2:"Be careful who you trust."

Moon:"….Right. Bye, guys." He climbed up the ladder. The curtains were closed. Since when were they ever closed…?"Sorry I took so long, Sun, I just found--" He stopped when on the other side of the curtains was just a forest."…No…." He looked back in the room and then back out."Sun…?" He called. He walked down a path and kept calling out for Sun. It was a cloudy a day. After an hour of walking through the thick forest he finally found a large building up ahead. Too bad there was more stairs. There was a large fence with gold moons and a gold fountain with two moons. One was a full moon inside a crescent moon."Well this place looks inviting….I'm just hoping this Moon isn't like Dark Sun or whatever…maybe Terra and Solar is here." He took a moment for himself to look around the place. As inviting as it looked it gave off an ominous and lonely feeling. He looked in the fountain and his eyes widened. There was golden koi fish swimming around in it. They looked beautiful with the way their scales sparkled in the water. They were big. He decided to climb up over it and dip his hand in the water. They were like cats. They rubbed up against his hand and pushed one another out of the way to get a turn. He chuckled a bit to himself. When he was done he jumped back down and made his way to the building. As soon as he did, the doors were slowly opening and he hesitated to enter."Hello?" He called out. "I need help. I'm looking for…" He saw someone walking towards him. They were wearing a white cloak and had a Moon symbol on it. The man grinned at him.

"Greetings!"

His voice made his smile crack.

Sven:"I am Sven. I am the owner and leader of the Moon house." This guy?? This guy is Sven? There's no way. Moon could've sworn Ruin killed them all. Did he mostly kill brain versions of Sven that were evil? Moon thought to himself. Maybe he was crazy. This isn't a nightmare, he's just losing his mind. Maybe he's dead and they're in hell. Sven frowned."Are you alright? You look troubled. Would you like to come in? Have some tea? A soda? Or…oil?" He looked him up and down with a puzzled look."You're not quite what I was expecting…" He mumbled to himself.

Moon:"What?" Sven brushed it off.

Sven:"Nevermind. Come in! You must be, uh, on low battery, yes?" He was walking down the hall. Moon followed after. What choice did he have? Run out in the middle of the forest and hopelessly try to find the curtains or go in a building with a few lunatics that probably worships Moons. Second option sounds better. The door slammed shut behind him and he felt that sinking feeling in his gut again…

Maybe he was better off wandering around aimlessly in the middle of the forest.

[lollipopliccer]

𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱m𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead proceed with caution...❦ soft dom nanami , set in a cabin , sex on the floor , praise , daddy kink , pet name usage , whiny reader , impact play . no matter your height or weight , nanami is taller and can bench you like a feather , idgaf .

word count ; 2.9k

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love note ❦ ... hiiii this is the first fic i'm writing, AAAAEEEE i'm so excited, & ofc my first fic is gonna be with nanami... this is me coping the best i can, cus when i tell you... its on site with gege akutami, ooooo. (ಡ᎔ಡ) anywayyy this fic is for me to live in my delusions, because in my mind nanami is alive & thriving and gege can suck it blehhhh. also my use of lowcase letters in some instances, (like when i type 'i', or when i make reference to nanami's nickname (kennie)) this is purposeful. in addition this is gonna b prt 1 cus this was long as hell (i wanted my debut to be perfect eeeee) okay byee and enjoyyy ❦

"No Kento the tree is all wrong, i want the tassels to sit that way and the bloody balls are wonky... no nanamiii, you can’t put all the pink balls next to each other" you whine at your man.

Nanami looks pointedly at you, so you check that tone, which he has reprimanded you on, more times than you can count, but you just love how nice it is to boss him around. Such a patient and caring man, he knew how tired his precious girl was from a full day of shopping for all the Christmas decorations (that naturally he paid for), and organising the Christmas celebration for the next week. so of course he made you sit down on the couch while he made you both hot cocoa and brought your fave choco chip cookies, and peppermint candy-cane treats. Even though you repeatedly protested, wanting everything to be perfect, he wasn't going to hear a word:

"Honey, you're going to sit on the couch. i will bring us both hot coca, then you're going to tell me exactly how you want this cabin decorated."

"-But"

"Do you understand y/n?"

"Hmph yes Nanami"

"Thank you my sweet girl"

"Oh go away" you beam smiling.

You were stubborn by nature, but Nanami always knew how to take care of you and how to get you to relax for him, pliant to his demands. It was easy to let Nanami take control of the decorations while you sat so pretty for him and demanded, and whined, about the hanging of the stockings being too crooked, or how the phat tree that reached the ceiling of the living room, wasn't giving the right vibes in his elegant holiday cabin, that he asked you to celebrate Christmas with him in. Nanami was perfectly content to fix it all to your desires.

"Baby i think you've rested enough, would you like to help me decorate the tree?"

"AAAAA YES!" you squeal, as you jump up to go and help decorate the tree with your lover. But you can't help but notice how the tree seems to tower over you, as it seems that Nanami’s sheer height has created the illusion of it being normal-sized. You almost swoon.

"EEEEE that's perfect Kento, okay you have to make sure the pink star is placed at the very centre, or else i will legitimately die"

"Tch" Nanami rolls his eyes, but you still catch his smile peeking through, completely enamoured by you.

The cabin was breathtaking, even better than you could've imagined, with Nanami taking the time to ensure everything was as you wanted. Oh, how he made your heart swell.

"Do you like it, baby?" Kento asks you with genuine uncertainty as if you're not literally at a loss for words. He pulls you into a hug, holding you as you rest your head on his chest feeling completely content.

"kennie..." you whisper, "you make me so fucking happy." You can feel him bring your bodies so close together, your proximity to him makes you grow restless- nuzzling your head into his neck. You're welcomed with a wave of his cologne, filling the air with its sensual, rich woody scent. Oh, how he intoxicates you.

"i'm glad to hear that my love." he replies, while you take the time to appreciate him by kissing down his neck, trying your best to mark him just a little bit. Even though Nanami tried to avoid visible hickey marks around his neck, he can’t help but respond with a hiss, sucking in his breath in anticipation of you. He can't blame you, he would never blame his princess, not when you just get so desperate for him; Making it so hard for him to keep his composure.

"Baby, i should feed you first, hmm? You haven't eaten all day and i know you're exhausted from shopping."

You hold Nanami tighter, almost clambering up him like a tree, getting needier and needier for him as he carries you with ease, whilst kissing his neck earning a little moan from your man "mmmno kennie i want you to play with me, hold me please" as you brushed your chest against his.

Holding and caressing your face, how could he deny you, "Sweetheart..." he utters with both your faces so close to each other. The peppermint engulfs him, making his mind run frenzied with filthy, tempting thoughts of all that he could do to you.

"Please daddy," you whine as you run your pretty acrylic nails (that he paid for ofc) through his golden, luscious hair "i promise i'm okay, kennie i swear, i just need you". Even though Nanami is usually the first to say what you need, you know just as well what makes him weak for you.

Kento already losing his resolve, completely melts you into a kiss. It starts off slow, and sensual, but it is intense- oh how it turns you to goo, butterflies fluttering all around.

The kiss grows in intensity as you both grow needy, feeling him through your matching shorts. You try frustratingly to rut against his dick which makes you gasp and whine, but Kento's having none of that whining, biting your lip in retaliation. His princess is going to be good and patient for him, just as he likes.

"I've got you baby, hold on to me okay", he brings you both down onto the carpet, next to the fireplace, right under the Christmas tree. At this angle, you're able to feel him consume you, and how his hard cock rubs your swollen, aching clit over your shorts, you can practically feel his tip already leaking with precum. It's so hard to control yourself when you're with him, he takes such good care of you, and it simply makes you want him inside of you constantly.

"Pleasee" you whine as Nanami grinds against you and kisses you like he's starving, you can hardly breathe. Trying to keep up, you can't help but grab and pull his hair, his top, his pj bottoms, fucking anything-

You whine, trying to get him as close to you as possible, but it's never close enough,

"Patience princess", he begins kissing down your neck, and this makes you melt, surrendering to his control. "That's it baby, mmm i've got you, just gotta be patient for me. Daddy' s going to take care of you, promise." Nanami soothes, though his words do anything but calm you, you moan demanding more.

All control leaves you, feeling a sudden heat as you whine and pant, craving more. Nanami, usually so put together, is losing his composure to the point his throbbing dick aches just at the thought of his tip feeling your warm, sloppy pussy. But he never rushes, no he is thorough, and meticulous in all that he does for you, he will work you till you're fucking broken. A fucking mess.

"What did i just tell you, mmm baby?, i want you to be patient for me, my pretty girl thinks she can be good for me?” *bite*

"Ahhh, yes daddy" you moan, wincing from the mild pain of Nanami's bite on your neck, tethering him to you.

You know how good he rewards you when he has his way with you, how he makes you fucking drool all over him, oh you want it so bad.

"That's my girl, pull your shorts down." As he does the same with you, you watch his body and how he's decorated with your hickeys, his beautifully built body, towering over you. And as he takes down his matching pj bottoms you can see the print of his throbbing bulge, leaving a wet spot from where his impatient tip is begging to be wrapped in your tight, warm pussy.

He knows his demand makes you think he's going to fuck you stupid on his cock, that is always a struggle to take, but he knows what's best, he knows he's going to work you rigorously, till you go dumb for him, his pathetic little slut- he'll scoop you right up and feed you full...

Nanami will have you at his pace. Will work you at his pace. That's when he cradles your head into such a deep kiss, stroking your tongue with his, having your saliva mix together - so messy. So dirty. He watches as a string of spit appears between the two of you as you pull apart; he can't help but push his two fingers past your soft lips.

"Suck."

Without hesitation, you take his fingers into your mouth, coating them with your saliva. You just want to show him how you'll take anything for him, how perfect you are for him, how happy he makes you.

"That's it baby" he praises as you start moaning on his fingers like a starved slut, while he squeezes and lightly strokes your thighs with his other hand. You start moving your hips trying to get him to touch you where you need, oh where you need him so badly, it fucking aches, "daddy, it aches please, please touch me", you mumbled. You look up at him, to watch how his eyes are hung low, yet so intense, and his soft lips, glistening with your last kiss, have you hypnotised. Completely enchanted by you, he won’t make you wait much longer, he never wants to make his baby suffer.

Nanami brought his fingers out of your mouth, while he gripped your plump thighs and he couldn't help but take a bite. Licking and marking you so close to where you needed him. He knew you couldn't take it, he knew how he drove you fucking crazy. It was punishment, punishment for making him so easily swayed as his lady, his soon-to-be wife. The way you mewled and whined made his fingers itch to stuff your pretty little mouth again, his fixation on them was maddening. But he's made you wait long enough, he won't toy with you, not when he has to touch you, feel you, or he might burst.

"So fucking greedy" he chastises, whilst gently bringing his wet fingers down to spread your soaked lips apart so that his middle finger lightly brushes against your clit. You gasp at his touch, igniting your whole body, while Nanami watches intently, taking you in completely; "m'not" you whine,

he leans over you while his fingers take the wetness, only slightly dipping inside, to tease your needy little hole for him to toy with your throbbing clit.

"No baby?" Both of you face-to-face, he circles around your sensitive clit - you gasp and moan, for Nananmi to be right there ready to have you, holding his mouth so close to yours while you struggle just to take his fingers on that tender clit. You move your hands into his hair once again feeling so soft beneath your fingers, making him tingle while he feels your pretty nails tug.

"No kennie, i only wanna please you". Nanami responds to you by sliding his fingers into your soaked pussy, having your wetness give off a little squelch in his motions. This forced a whimper out of you, so soft, so fucking whiny "that's right baby, you're my sweet. girl. aren't you? So. good. for me. isn't that right?" Punctuating each beat of his words with the stroke of his perfectly fitted, long digits that always reach where you need them most, places where you could never get, places that get you so needy and impatient for more, that you begin clutching his shoulders, digging those pretty nails down his back, just how he needs.

"Nghhahh ken-, fuck daddy aah"

"Answer me." he reprimands, smacking your sore, marked-up thigh, once again making you remember how he's trained you, his perfect princess.

"m'sorry, daddy" you're panting - trying so hard to stay focused, trying not to lose it so quickly, so pathetically, just from a few pumps of his fingers in your sloppy pussy, his pretty pussy. "Yes daddy, i'm only good for you, only you kennie" you mewl.

Nanami, gives into you completely, enveloping you in a passionate kiss, bringing your tongues together, stroking against each other. He mirrors the curve and dips of his tongue with his fingers, bringing his thumb to your clit disciplining you like his perfect slut, while he plays with your little bundle of nerves, just how he wants. While he curves his fingers to find the spot, oh that spot that makes you lose your fucking mind, that you can no longer kiss him how you want, so hard for you to keep up. You've given in to him, so pliant for him to play with. You sob, gripping and clutching even harder onto his back, making him hiss and moan in pain. You can both feel his bulge grow impossibly hard, oozing precum on your plush thighs that begin to shake.

"Sshhh baby, i've got you, daddy's got you mmm,"

"nngh ahh kennie i can't, please... ohhh ffuck" you sob rolling your head back and arching your back so pretty for him

"i know baby, i know, but you're gonna take it for me, won't you?" Nanami brings his other hand to pull and hold you down so you're laid out for him, putting some pressure on your pelvis so you feel what he's doing with you more intensely.

Your pants, your moans, whines, Nanami soaks them all up, going straight to his throbbing cock, aching in pain. Wanting nothing more than to stuff you so fucking full, and coat you all over, with his cum, make his cum fucking leak out of you. So you're a drooling mess on his dick.

Alas, he is a patient man.

"Please, i can-nghh can't" you whimper, trying to hold his hand, to get him to slow down, even just a little, just to take it a little easy on your aching pussy.

"Move your hand." he says it so sternly it makes you almost fucking orgasm squeezing your knees together and mewling like a fucking slut. Nanami immediately slaps you (softly whilst still stern), the sting making your eyes prick with tears immediately making you regret your actions,

"Daddy m'sorry" you sob, all while he doesn't let up from fucking your sore little pussy with his fingers. Make you take them without complaint because that's how good girls behave. He separates and holds your thighs apart warning you,

"If you try that shit again honey, i will hurt you, do you understand?"

"Yes sir" you whimper, averting your eyes from him and biting your lip to still try and muffle your moans

"Look at me y/n... there's my sweet girl" as he removes his hand holding your thighs to stroke your face, bringing his thumb to your mouth-

“-Suck baby", and of course, his thumb is in your mouth without a second thought. you suck and moan on his thumb so pretty, while his other hand toys with you. Unrelenting, firm and yet still soft, Nanami holds and fucks you like the most delicate slut, his only slut.

"Daddy- fuckkkmngh ahh" Nanami can feel your pretty pussy clench around his fingers, gripping him in so perfectly so that he finds that little spongey spot, that only he gets. At this point, you're already a blubbering mess, but once he starts to stroke up on your g-spot- so deep. so firm. you feel as though you're going to fucking combust. You grip his arm so firm you almost try and wiggle away, Nanami has gotten you so sensitive it's almost hard to take

"i know baby, fuck, i know..." he softly whispers in your ear, as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth falling agape whilst his thumb is still on your lips, causing some drool to pool down your cheek. You look so beautifully fucked. Nanami is holding on by a thread to not flip you over and genuinely fuck your brains out, he wants to make you come over and over, one after the other, but he will never rush, he is a thorough man.

"... you'll take it for me though, i know you can baby" he softly groans, whilst rutting his pulsing dick on your thighs slightly, his tip so pretty turning red whilst it gently hits the flush of your thighs, angry and throbbing.

"Oh my god aaa fu-kennie! daddy aa-" Your legs start twitching, white borders building as you start tearing up from pleasure. You quickly bring your arms around Kento holding on to him, begging him not to stop, he couldn't possibly do such a thing, he wants you fucking cum drunk.

"I've got you baby, let go, come for me mmm," he says after kissing your forehead so softly, while your hips buck and your body twitches, you're barely coherent, blubbering and begging to cum.

"There's my good girl, you're going to cum on my fingers" keeping his fingers firm and steady, curving into your tight little fucking pussy, while circling your puffy clit so perfectly. You clutch and keen onto Nanami, leaving marks all over him that sting so badly. You look so wildly desperate to simply fuck yourself till all your thoughts are on him alone. But it's when Nanami begins biting and marking you down your neck- exacerbating your pleasure, making you tingle all over as your nipples perk up. Your head falls back to expose yourself to him, moaning and whining to his surrender "Daddy-" you whine "I'm gon- gonna cum" as you finally cum undone, spiralling- you sob wantonly, cumming with a loud whimpering cry.

Having all your pleasure gush onto Nanami, as he fucks your mess back into you slowly which makes you hiss from overstimulation.

"Sshh baby, you made a mess all over daddy, can't have it all go to waste mmm? i have to fuck it all back inside, gotta take care of you mm" he whispers down into a kiss holding you in place while you whimper... so fucking sensitive…❦

[cryptidexmachina]

thinking about ivy getting called a b*tch and threatened w being skinned alive and ruthlessly mocked as she is killed. thinking about ruben getting sent to hell to be punished for all eternity by a character who supposedly is all about un-making (christian) Hell a place of divine punishment. thinking of how this format explicitly limits the depth of npc’s past a certain numerical horizon point. thinking of how the desire for a fantasy realm w/o racism/homophobia/ableism/sexism still ends up as a matter of course incorporating those things through silence/“normalcy”/oblique references to capitalism and nation-states and police. thinking about how this fantasy imperialism of the cliffbreakers can exist if there is no material concept of empire in the season. thinking about how fantasy high is based on 1980s suburban america but the institutions present and tropes thereof are still only haltingly interrogated re: schools, cops, detectives. thinking about how fallinel is presented in an incredibly racialized + stereotyped manner worthy of our derision and where the proxy of elf=british fails. thinking about the diametric opposition of humor and emotional rawness in d20 and how comedy sometimes hamstrings the more serious implications they hope to grapple with. thinking about the presented frustration w moralistic, dogmatic Christianity and putting characters in charge of organized religion and Hell and pursuing evangelization for their own ends. thinking about penelope also being killed w fanfare and sent to hell in fhfy and the usage of the afterlife as still a place of punishment for the wicked and hedonistic freedom for the good (bill seacaster). thinking about the grace extended to a pc growing up in a proxy for conservative christianity but not her literal replacement who is her same age. thinking about a school sending kids on these dangerous missions and telling them to go forth and be hammers. thinking about how schools and guidance counselors fail kids struggling w anger and mental health and so too even in this fantasy realm. thinking about the downtime mechanic streamlining and individuating the storytelling. thinking about the expected usage of murder to solve problems in a story. thinking about how cassandra was pushed aside so early and never got to be developed as a character. thinking about how these characters are the richest, most popular, most famous, most academically gifted in their entire school but still framed as social outsiders. thinking about how the combats stack up to the point tbk have killed dozens or hundreds of people. thinking about being 17 and what an adult even pretending to care would’ve meant.

[darylarry]

im always up for hearing about wincest, i can glean how u feel aobut em based on ur blog BUT i still wanna hear pls and thanks

I cannot put into words how much I love them honestly. Funny thing is back when I first started watching I was still a little young (like 13) and I knew there was something but the incest weirded me out. But here I am now, all grown up, having learnt that fiction is fiction.

What I love about wincest is the codependency, the absolute irrationality, the batshit craziness they bring out in each other.

• Sam kills someone —> How do we destroy the evidence?

• An innocent man dies so Dean lives? —> who tf cares, man, people die??

• Choosing each other over romantic relationships —> we’re just good brothers I mean come on it’s not jealousy??

• Dean made a DEAL to bring Sam back because he couldn’t handle his death AND LEFT HIS BODY THERE FOR DAYS BEFORE SAID DEAL, he went to hell to see his brother alive and well —> just grieving in my own time buddy

• “family, love— whatever it is.”

• “I gave him what he needed and it wasn’t some b*tch in a g-string— it was you.”

• “you’re my weak spot and I’m yours”

• “there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you.”

• Sam’s first girlfriend is literally a female version of Dean

• they’d rather watch the world burn than let each other die

I could go on forever they’re so unhinged and disgusting and freaky I love it sm

[bitethedustfools]

New sagau idea? Part 2

Decide to make part 2 because i have bunch of ideas that probably might inspire you and i do feel these kind of stuffs need to be explored more. Fyi, I don't play genshin but i do know some from watching people gaming. Apologizing once more of these kind of idea/au exist as well.

Decide to make part 2 because i have so many ideas.

1) A violent and heartless player

You play Genshin Impact to pass time and are also a very violent and aggressive player where you'll always yell and throw items to vent or throw insults under your breath, and then back to gaming. In short, It's like a Call of Duty toxic player went into Genshin Impact.

Falling to death or drowning angered you to the point of banging your head and cursing. Not to mention, walking in the game angered you too because the characters were too slow!

You suck at first; impulsive action is not the best choice when you're angry, but you are in some way adaptable. You decide that your anger will be the source of your motivation to go through everything, so everything works out in the end.

Insulting is your mother tongue, so that means the characters and even the NPC are not spared as well. Most of your vicious, colorful insults and hurtful comments went toward people whom you hated and annoyed the most.

You remember the time when you laughed at Timmie's dumb dead birds and wished you had an option to push him off the bridge. His dad probably sensed he was a little b*tch back when he was a baby and went out to get some milk and never come back.

You sometimes intentionally let them die in a fight or or do something all in the name of experiment. You would even build a prison for them in the serenitea pot and just do the f*cked-up stuff that's possible in this game.

So one day, you broke your gaming setup due to your outburst, and somehow you woke up in Teyvat.

You didn't believe it was reality, and you still treated them as characters. Besides, they looked stupid with those stupid clothes on. They would stood out like a sore dumba$$ if they walked around in your world like that.

Anyway, killing Hilichurl or other small enemies is no problem for you. Committing a crime doesn't bother you. You probably don't bat an eye on killing people as well. Besides, all of this is just a game to you.

They're not real to you.

Their death is their fault for picking a fight with you. Should have just looked away instead of approaching you. Not your fault their feelings hurt.

Archons wanted to smite you, and somehow you managed to escape them and deal a few harmless blows. Not that it matters; you will be the one to seek them out and fight them when their backs are on you, and the cycle will repeat.

How you're still alive using a measly weapon because you don't know how to use claymore, polearms, and etc. is beyond you. But hey, anything is a weapon as long as it deals damage and even if it don't, you are still satisfied from letting all your anger out.

Nevertheless, all of the nations are in turmoil, and the culprit is none other than you.

The characters will definitely hate you, or maybe they feel ashamed and insecure about themselves because they want to fix themselves. Some acolytes and the people who believe in justice and peace had 'kill on sight' pinned on your back. They don't even believe that you are a god. God don't act like this.

The Wanderer 4th betrayal definitely happened, and Dottore clones definitely got hunted for sport because they annoyed you Does the Fatui wants to recruit you? You don't know, depends. Do they believe you are the god they worshipped? Also, don't know. Not like you care though.

No one can wreck havoc and commit more sins than you. You, a single person, broke Teyvat's peace and order effortlessly than the fatui with just impulsive anger and chaotic energy.

And if one day you realize that you actually have blood on your hands, you'll probably shrug it off and say it doesn't matter.

If you go back to your own world, no one knows what you have done. Who's going to tell the police? The dead people you stabbed out of annoyance? Those fiction characters that had animosity toward you?

No, will there even be someone alive in Teyvat if you were to return?

2) Streamer and gamer player.

In which you are transported into Teyvat along with some game skills, menus, and anything relevant to a game. That includes the chat box.

You learned that you were still streaming when you got sent to Teyvat, and everyone in the chat can see you. Cool, so it's not a dream; it's real, and instead of playing, you are the player! Where's Aether/Lumine? Why are you here? "AIYO!?? We got to see DAT CAKE!"

You are not aware that you looked like an idiot talking to yourself unless pointed out by the chat. It seems that the chat sees you as part of the game, which means that they can see the characters and NPC thoughts and words while you see them as a normal person.

Cool. Now you have to have the chat got your back, or else you're doomed. Dead. Unable to be revived. You're not sure if you can do that, but you're not willing to try.

Another problem that arises is that the chat tends to troll you or bombard you with loud sounds. It makes it harder to trust them or focus on what the characters are saying when they did this.

Sometimes you beg the chat, like they are some sort of sadistic god looking down at you from above the clouds with their chins high and a sneer.

All because you want some goddamn money because apparently, if they donate money, it instantly becomes moras and you're broke as fuck like cmon, help a fricking clown out.

Strangely, despite everything looked real, you have the physics of a game. The things you find in the game work if you try hard enough. For example, glitching under the Mondstadt's land. With these kinds of things, you don't need to walk when you can just glitch and get sent flying across the nation. Just making use of this bug makes your life easier.

Oh, how did you get stuck on this cliff while you were trying to use another entrance to Sumeru? That's right, it's an experiment to see if it works.

"Don't laugh, chat; I'm doing this out of curiosity and for you. Youre the one whos suggesting this."

The characters in Teyvat thought you were a rather peculiar person, talking to yourself at random times, and you seemed to know too much even though you didn't do any research, merely fighting hilichurls and robbing back the bandits–

–Oh Great Archons! You can fly!? No? It's a glitch? Well, they don't understand enough to understand you, but hey, that's so you. Keep up being weird, player.

Maybe the things you do are… unique and can be considered divine in their eyes. After all, who could walk on air like you do? Or bringing people back to life and knowing so much? No one could do that, so you must be a god!

As a matter of fact, you remind them of a certain figure. That's right! The creator! The creator acted like you too. Always talking to this thing called "chat"

"Um, no, I'm a gamer and chat is chat."

You fail to take into consideration that while everything looks like a game in your eyes, the people are definitely real, and this is what they thought of you.

3) Killer player

You don't play Genshin Impact, but you are quite resourceful, cunning, and deviously smart. You know this game is quite famous, and coincidentally, the prey you aimed to take life is playing it too.

In order to get closer to your prey, you must be fluent in their language. You listened to all that your prey blabbered and what they showed with an interested smile. You even question them once in a while to get them going all for the sake of learning the prey's personality and schedule and how you want to unalive them.

When you did kill your prey and accidentally broke their computer/laptop in the process, you got transported to Teyvat. In a way, you had stolen your prey's fate instead.

(The characters had mistaken you for their creator before but dismissed it because you lacked a certain presence. However, you do feel familiar with them because you sometimes watch over the game when your prey has played before.)

Now, you heard interesting things about this game, and you grew more interested when the characters interacted with you. How amusing! The characters had no idea you were a very sinister and cunning person behind a weak and polite persona.

In terms of healthcare, they are leaning toward supernatural stuff, and the medicine using materials found in this world is also effective. However, they seem to be lacking in a certain area that needs surgery.

Most deaths were common due to hilichurls and bandits, or those whom they called the Fatui, so they wouldn't be examined too closely. You doubt that they even have something that closely resembles fingerprint identification, judging by the lack of technology..m

…Which means hiding and killing is much easier than in your previous world.

Teyvat is such a nice place to have entertainment. It didn't take too long for you to settle here and get comfortable.

Monstadt is a city known for freedom and peace; however, once you arrive here, every night, no doubt a single person will go missing or be found dead. You are normally a silent killer, but you couldn't resist letting them know. Their expression thrilled you.

All those knight roaming around at night, and they couldn't even save a single person. What a pity.

In Liyue, the funeral parlor became rich all thanks to these crimes you were committing. Does a certain acolyte know what you're doing? Maybe not, afterall, there are more ways to kill a person than just a sword and poison.

Accidents could happen, you know? falling off a cliff, in the wrong place at the wrong time, being mauled by animals where people conveniently are not near, or dealing with the wrong person.

Inazuma is much more easier; their deaths could be pinned on one person who is also the source of the nation's tense atmosphere. Hatred, anger and fear rose with each crime you committed, but there is no evidence that you did it. After all, what could a weak and polite person who looked like they couldn't wield a sword do?

Plenty actually. Not that they know.

Sumeru is quite nice. Full of gifted scholars and intelligent individuals. You thought it will be a challenge seeing as you have similar minds and yet, most disappointed you.

All these smart people, and they couldn't string the murder together. Maybe you don't kill the right one which mean the don't care. Oh? Then should you kill the one with that grey hair? He seems to be someone of importance.

You made Akademiya your target. You must admit that you learned quite a lot of precious knowledge in this place. While youre here, might as well pretend to be one and use this time to gather infos.

They did not know and realized how you got into the Akademiya or how you had disguised yourself as one of the scholars. They don't know how you got through security or how one by one are slowly not attending the class or the expedition.

They said that acting confidently like you belong there and becoming part of the background like a plain NPC is always the key to infiltration.

And oh, even if they get suspicious and point that out to you, you know what to do. Lying, speaking half the truth, and gaslighting are also languages you are quite good at.

And Fontaine, oh, Fontaine. A nation that is known for justice when, in fact, it's not always about justice but entertainment. It is a nation that indirectly challenge you as well. Entertainment? Why, you know what kind of entertainment you shall give! It will be something that everyone remembers for the rest of their life.

You are like Jack the Ripper, never caught and never punished. Did the Archons ever suspect you? Who knows. Maybe they did, maybe they didn't.

All you know is that you have an alibi to back you up and a likeable and underestimated personality.

[dollce-exe]

TW: blood blood (no gore, just the word blood a lot) (is self-destructive knife-gripping considered gore?) knife, poison, talk of bad past, sidechanging backstabbing b!tch(?), pls vote on the poll or smt, idk, i'm desperate ig? no beta we die like cowards

<3

war had always plagued your life.

born to soldier parents in the middle of a cold war, taken away as a child and trained ruthlessly until you lost your humanity. you fought that last war, won that last, big fight, and almost lost your purpose. your biggest goal, your only goal had been accomplished, you had changed sides and saved those you could, redeeming yourself as much as possible. and bangchan found you. he had formed his team like this too, picking up strays and giving them hope ad family, something to live and fight for, something human.

but you just didn't know how to be human...

you were supposed to protect him.

you sit sprawled on the chair outside the infirmary doors, his blood still staining your clothes and face, the knife in your hand.

you grip it harder, the hilt isn't in your hand, the blade is. it cuts through your skin, presses for more blood, your blood. the two mix over your bloody, messy, dirty form.

yeah, you were supposed to protect him.

if you had been a second later, a single second more, he'd have been dead. killed.

the enemy's blood and his mix on your torso, yours adding into the mess in your palm.

the blood dribbles down your hands, some soaking your pants and some dripping on to the floor.

you can hear every drop hit the ground.

you can hear your heartbeat race in your ears, your breath rings in them.

you can't hear the outside world, the commotion behind the doors you're sat by.

some things went wrong. horribly wrong. you don't remember clearly, too buzzed from the poison still in your sytem.

you remember suddenly feeling too much, of every sense. feel the faux soothe of the taste in your mouth and a wave of white, calm electricity running through your veins after a drink that tasted differently then the alcohol added to it.

it hurt.

then it stopped.

and you still haven't snapped back to yourself yet. you couldn't feel anything, no sense of yours was working. everything was behind a glass globe of faux serenity.

they shout. they yell. they argue.

your hand tightens more on the blade, blood raining down your palm like a faucet.

you don't hear. you don't smell. you don't see. you look, but don't see. you hear, but don't understand.

everything is too quiet.

you're too hurt to panic about it.

the drug is still in your system.

"hyung she's hurt! she saved chan! she needs help!" changbin loudly pleaded with minho, the furious argument between almost everyone in the team only got tighter with tension at the fact that they knew nothing. why you changed sides, if you changed sides, if they could trust you.

why you helped chan. protected him.

and then got drugged with an array of somethings.

and now you were unresponsive. but alive. and chan was unconscious. but alive. and the team was in a panicked mess. and the second hyung still didn't take anyone's shit for safety.

"i'm locking her down. we can deal with it after chan wakes up."

"she's bleeding!" jeongin too, persists. "and she's still shaking, minho!" jisung, also.

felix was abnormally quiet.

even as jisung and jeongin insisted, even as changbin loudly and angrily demanded, even as hyunjin stayed quiet in conflict, felix didn't react. yet.

"hyung don't!"

"minho-hyung! please, come on! what if she dies?"

minho didn't listen as he walked out of the infirmary, heading straight towards you to grasp you by the collar, hauling you up to your feet to practically drag you to one of the cells - yes, cells. mostly used for torture and questioning - downstairs, ignoring half of the team trying to convince him, and the other half either torn between the two sides or stopping and slowing the opposing party.

you spend your locked hours in silence, blood making it up in your throat from the effects of the poison, but your body refuses to give up even in such a state.

your mind might be conflicted, but your body stayed true to its origin - unhuman and resilient.

it takes a disappointingly long time before you're visited.

chan. sat on a chair not too far from you, disheveled and still shaking from his unrested body fighting to stay awake or standing.

he's defenseless in this state.

he doesn't fear you, though. doubts your trust, yes, but doesn't fear you. it's more... respect, really.

you don't think you can move a finger let alone attack him any way - you don't even want to, honestly - , not in this state. bloody, pale, involuntary tremors shocking your body and cold sweat running down your skin.

he sits with his legs spread enough to lean down and brace his arms on his thighs, looking down at you with a mixture of emotions.

"... why did you.. save me." it's not necessarily a question or a demand, it sounds like he's asking for advice or whispering sweet nothings in a wounded animal's ear. or maybe that's just how he talks, soft-spoken and cautious.

or maybe you've already idolised him in your head. a saviour, a master worth serving, a friend, a brother.

a caring soul, first of all.

you stay silent, morese because you're unable to think of a reply. an answer.

truthfully, you don't know. why had you saved him? because he needed it? because you suddenly felt human? because you suddenly felt human when he looked at you like you were, and kept seeing you as so much more than a weapon, further and deeper down the mask of a soldier, a death machine?

the silence spans on for too long, but you know he's not getting impatient. he understands.

you want to etch thkse into your scalp and keep carving the words over and over until you go through your own skull.

he understands. he understands. he understands.

so much that you're starting to feel-

feel. relief? happiness? salvation? reverence? gratuity?

he understands, and he nods as he averts his gaze to not keep staring at you - thinking he might have made you a bit uncomfortable. maybe he did. maybe. you're starting to realise things about yourself you didn't know you knew.

"i.. listen," he shifts and slides further with a sigh, as if the five foot of distance between you made him inaudible or him scooching closer a few inches would change that - you can hear him perfectly well. i mean... as well as a poisoned superhuman soldier could.

"i want to help you." he continues, looking down at his feet once before turning his deep, thoughtful eyes back to you.

his words warm a part of you that died long ago.

you find your voice again, along with your answer.

"that's why.." you croak out through a mouthful of dried blood that feels like gravel in your windpipe.

he almost furrows his brows in confusion, lips parting to ask-

"why i saved.. you.." you cut him off.

it's incredibly hard to talk. not only because of the poison and the blood in your mouth, but because you've never talked.

not like this.

you weren't trained to talk. you weren't expected to, weren't asked to - the only thing you've done is kill. in the name of who, you lost count of.

your hands flex and go back lax in your lap, the blade lodged in your palm long gone.

"you're worth.. dying for. fighting.. for."

you don't know what you're saying, only that you mean it.

your heartfelt moment of weakness is cut short.

footsteps. you hear them before he does, eyes darting to the metal, heavy door before the figure comes to a stop outside and pulls the latch off to enter.

blond. freckles, angular, cute face and a button nose.

out of the two of you, he's more of a girl, more womanly than you are, with how he looks.

how he looks? straight from the heavens.

"felix." the face has a name now, as chan addreses him with concern or warning, but 'felix' doesn't pay it any mind.

ha has antiseptics and some sort of solution in his hands, gauze and a bottle of water. he rushes for you.

felix centric, gang and crime au, violence, idefk, like heavy themes, weapon-turned-human, somebody save me syndrome, felix is so bright this kicked animal has no choice but to succumb, chan as an older brother or a mentor figure, minho comes around eventually, the text includes their pics bc they're heavy on this piece and also bc i said so.

[indigos-stardust]

Violet, Blue, and Bruised All Over: Its biting hours

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4 Click for the other parts

Part three is out tomorrow, with art! Heres a sneak peak:

The resentment has been building up. All the spats, all the blame, all insults and antagonization.

Vio telling Blue off like he's better than Blue is.

Like he's just inehrenelt ymsarter and knows better. Like Blue's just some dolt with a temper problem, the part of Link that was just a burden. But Vio's not the smart one. He's the one who's always messing up. He couldn't do his own freaking laundry much less keep himself alive! The blows only get worse.

Insults against his smarts and value as a person, picking apart and splaying every flaw. Blue's been trying so hard to be better. He tries every single day and every single night, he doesn't Like being like this. He hates how it feels like he can't stop the acid and the burning and the hurt from coming out every time he's upset. He hates how much it burns and grates as he forces himself to be cool even as his fingers shake. He tries so hard.

Another petty spat about Vio forgetting to do his chores since he spends all his time "doing critical research" that he claims Blue could never understand. Vio's doing it for the good of Hyrule.

Vio was doing something that actually mattered, any knight can bash the low level monster swarms. Probably with more tact and efficiency that Blue's unhinged and brash style of fighting ever could truthfully.

Blue knows its Vio the one who's just irresponsible. Making himself look all better so he doesn't have to do the dirty work everyone else has too.

Vio is quite literally improving the lives and speeding up the process of the rebuilding of Hyrule, that people actually depend on to have safe homes and heal their farmlands. He's helping Zelda, and he's helping people to actually have better lives. Not to just blow up his own ego Like Blue.

Vio cares. Vio explains that well, Blue, well Blue mustn't truly care right? He doesn't seem to even try to do anything other than make himself feel better, his heart might as well still be frozen really.

It's a quieter argument, muttering to each other in the morning as they've both been forced to take a break. Red and Green are gone out fufilling their duties. Some sort of spat between Hylian farmers and a Zoran religious migration. All they had to do is stay home and rest. And, in Green's words, "maybe just calm down and relax so you two don't try to kill each other."

But those words, they dig deep into Blue's heart. His hands grip the kitchen table's chair much harder than they should. Instantly, the annoying familiar argument has been snuffed out by that one comment. The entire room feels suffocating. Vio leans against the kitchen counter indifferently skimming and murmuring to himself as he goes through the newspaper, still in his sleeping clothes. Smugly smiling like he won the argument.

"Wonder if you even have a brain, or did you break that with the mirror?"

Vio's the one who freezes now.

Blue feels the impact even before he saw it.

A crack splits the air.

Red hot wet drips down Blue's face, Vio's fist shaking in the space between them. Unmoving, mid recoil.

The silence builds a pressure in the room, neither breathe.

Eye lock, both in shock. Unable to move through the thick air.

Blue's trembling, "What...?"

Vio's eyes are changing. In a way Blue's never seen before. A tense glowering glare as his face constricts, his pupils so constricted they feel like needles going through his own.

Blue's grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt, eye to eye, ready to demand to know, What the f-ck was that?

Vio kicks him off before he can get a word in. The back up, eyeing the other. Something ticks in Blue.

"B-tch"

[nanaosaki3940]

So I finally read Sakamoto Days manga chapter 163 and peeked into chapter 164...

Basically what happened was Sakamoto and Nagumo were talking to "Akao" and tried to convince her to stay in Uzuki's body but "Akao" didn't like the idea and told Sakamoto to kill her off while she was still in control of Uzuki's body...

"Akao" got into a heated argument with Sakamoto and Nagumo when suddenly this announcement came out...

We learn about Nagumo's first name which is Yoichi, hence his full name is Yoichi Nagumo. 🥰

Nagumo's not in the Order anymore and is now seen as a traitor to JAA; meaning he's currently unemployed. 😶

And now Nagumo, Sakamoto, and Uzuki are on the wanted list of JAA, and other assassins are ordered to kill them off right in the spot if seen anywhere. 😨😱

Even Shin and Shishiba were shocked after hearing that announcement... like WTF?!?!?!

And right after that Uzuki took back control of his body and this happened...

Old man Takamura came into the scene and is about to carry out the order of JAA!!!

Now I snuck a peek into the chapter 164 spoilers and this is what I got...

WTF is going on right now?!?!?!?! WTH is wrong with this old geezer yo?!?!?! Like he's going after Nagumo and Sakamoto and is trying to kill them off?!?!?!

And unfortunately, he even landed a hit on Nagumo and slashed the upper part of his body!!! 😭😭😭💔💔💔

Luckily Nagumo is still alive though but not sure for how long!! Is he gonna make it out alive or is he gonna die we still don't know about that yet. But since Nagumo is a major side character and loved by the entire fandom, I don't think Mangaka Yuto Suzuki would take out Nagumo like this. I mean I know he isn't a b*tch like Gege Akutami, so there's still a chance Nagumo might survive and won't die.

But my biggest problem with this upcoming chapter is how the fans are reacting to it. Like Nagumo got injured and Sakamoto's fighting Takamura to death, but the readers are excited to see our heroes getting bodied like that. I mean like seriously??? Sakamoto and Nagumo are our main heroes here, and if Takamura is trying to kill them off, then he's the bad guy here. You should pray for our heroes, not cheer for the old man who's trying to kill them. I get that Takamura is OP af and is a cool character despite his little screen time, but he's here trying to kill off Nagumo and Sakamoto and that's not something to be excited about. Like those readers are actually excited to see Nagumo and Sakamoto getting bodied and injured who also have the potential to die even, just because Takamura is back on the scene and is showing off his moves. It's so crazy how people want Takamura to succeed in the mission as if they really want Takamura to actually kill off Sakamoto and Nagumo. That's unhinged at every level possible.

These unhinged readers make me sick for real, y'all!!! 😭😭😭