#ik this isn’t a guarantee

[gabrielle-darktree]

babe wake up new jorvik perhaps?

[starryetoile]

missssss girlfriend… need to see her cute face

[urmum-lovesme]

Bunny (P3)

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: Here comes more time at the cluubbb. Rafe is more of a dick in this than in the last one ngl (ik she want that dick tho). Also her and jj- my heart she's literally his mother figure stop.

warnings: mentions of drugs, smoking, drinking, a strip club, naked women, drug dealing, aggressive behaviour, black mailing.

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The bass thrummed through the club, vibrating up through the floor and into her bones but she barely noticed anymore. The neon lights and the low murmur of conversation, all of it was just background noise now.

She was draped across the lap of one of her regulars, a middle-aged man named Daniel who always paid well and tipped even better. His hand rested on her thigh, fingers just barely brushing against the hem of her skimpy skirt which didn’t even cover her ass, and she giggled at something he said- some stupid joke about how his wife would kill him if she knew where he was. ‘Most likely’ she thought to herself. Y/N traced her nails lightly over his shoulder, tilting her head just enough to make him think he had all of her attention.

"You always know how to make a man feel special sweetheart"

Daniel mused, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His wedding ring glinted under the dim club lights. She had to push down the small tug in her stomach and just smirked, leaning in so her lips ghosted just past his ear.

"That’s what you pay me for, isn’t it?"

Daniel let out a low chuckle, his hand slightly patting on her thigh,"Worth every damn penny."

She smiled at him- sweet, teasing, practiced- and her eyes flicked toward the entrance for a split second, scanning the room without making it obvious.

Just another night - just another guy.

Daniel's fingers trailed absentmindedly along the bare skin of her thigh, the warmth of his touch barely registering beneath the practiced detachment she had perfected over time. He took another sip of his drink, eyes raking over her with appreciation.

"You should let me take you somewhere nice one of these days"

He murmured, voice thick with whiskey and the kind of confidence only alcohol could provide. Y/N let out a soft laugh, she loved living into their fantasies- it always entertained her most- not to mention it gave her the best tip. Tilting her head to the side as she traced slow circles over his chest with her fingertip. She teased, voice sultry but laced with amusement.

"Oh yeah? Think your wife would be okay with that?"

"She doesn’t have to know."

He grinned, a little too smug and she couldn’t repress her smirk, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Mm, tempting," she purred, shifting slightly in his lap, feeling the way his breath hitched at the movement.

“But I think you like to hide me right here..."

"So smart, aren’t you?"

Daniel exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. She only smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear. And just like that, his hand slid up, tucking a few crisp bills into the thin waistband of her panties. The sensation of paper against her skin was familiar, almost comforting in a strange way. He always paid well- one of the few reasons she tolerated his lingering touches and lazy smiles.

"That’s for being my best girl"

He said, his fingers brushing against her hip before dropping away. She glanced down at the stack peeking out from the band of her panties, counting the edges in her head. A few hundred at least. Good. Y/N leaned in closer, her lips just shy of his ear once more.

"You keep treating me this well, Danny, and I just might start believing you,"

She whispered, her breath warm against his skin. He chuckled, a deep, indulgent sound, before finishing off the rest of his drink. But just as she was about to shift, reposition herself to make him forget about everything except her and what he had left in his wallet, that same shift in the air from earlier prickled at the back of her neck- and then she felt it.

A gaze.

Heavy, unrelenting, watching her from across the club. Y/N had felt the weight of his stare before she even turned her head. It was always like this. Like some sixth sense, a quiet, nagging feeling at the back of her mind that told her exactly when Rafe Cameron was watching her.

And lately, it was all the damn time.

Her gaze flickered over to where he was sitting- Rafe, lounging in a booth with Barry beside him, the two of them deep in conversation. Barry was grinning, talking what appeared sluggishly, but Rafe wasn’t listening. His sharp blue eyes were fixed on her, the dim glow of the club reflecting off them in a way that made her stomach twist. She rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide it.

Of course he was here again.

Ever since he and Barry started coming around more often, their business booming, Rafe had made it a point to lurk in the background of her nights. She never knew if it was just to get under her skin or if he actually had some purpose behind his actions- which she doubted. Either way, she was sick of it. Turning back to Danny, she let her fingers run over his collar, her nails lightly scraping against his skin as she leaned in.

"What do you say we take this somewhere a little more private, hmm?"

"You‘re a naughty girl Bunny"

Danny grinned, already pulling out his wallet. Y/N just forced out a smile, taking his hand and leading him toward where the private rooms were located. Rafe’s grip tightened around his glass, the condensation slick against his palm as he watched her. His jaw flexed, a slow inhale as Daniel let her take his hand and lead him toward the back rooms with that same effortless sway in her hips, that same lack of hesitation.

Like it was nothing- because it was nothing, that’s what he told himself, anyway. And yet, something ugly twisted inside him, something hot and slow-burning, clawing up his throat and settling behind his ribs like a weight. It wasn’t jealousy.

It wasn’t.

It was disgust. Yeah. Disgust at how easily she paraded herself around. Disgust at how she let men like Danny put their hands on her, whisper in her ear, slide cash into the band of those tiny fucking panties. Disgust at the way she looked at Rafe like he was a problem. His fingers twitched against the glass, the ice inside shifting with the movement. The door to the private rooms clicked shut, sealing her inside with another man. His stomach turned and Barry’s elbow nudged into his side,

“Gott' em panties in a twist cuz?”.”

Rafe's fingers drum against his thigh, his jaw clenching as his eyes stayed fixed on the door Y/N disappeared behind. He just exhaled slowly, lifting his drink to his lips. The whiskey burned its way down his throat, but it didn’t do a damn thing to settle the irritation simmering in his chest. His gaze snaps to the side as Tommy strolls past. Without a second thought, he stands up, stepping into his path and placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Hey man-”

Rafe drawls, flashing that easy-going grin that never quite reaches his eyes. Tommy stops, brow furrowing as he looks at him.

“Rafe. Everything good?”

Rafe keeps his grip firm, steering him slightly away from the main floor, lowering his voice just enough, “Need to talk to you about something.” Tommy eyes him warily but gestures for him to go on.

“That girl Y/- shit what’s her- Bunny right?.” Rafe tilts his head toward the private rooms where she’d disappeared to, his lips twitching. Tommy follows his gaze and gives him a small nod of understanding, “yeah?”

“I don’t want her doing private dances anymore.”

Tommy blinks, taken aback, “What?”

“You heard me.” Rafe shifted his weight, standing a little taller as he continued, “No more private rooms for her. Not with other guys, at least.” Tommy scoffs, shaking his head at his absurd request.

“That’s not how this works. She’s one of my best girls. Lotta guys pay good money to have time with her.”

Rafe frown slightly- surprised at the man’s refusal, he lets outs a small hum of amusement, before pulling a roll of cash from his pocket and peeling off a few hundred dollar bills, letting them sit between his fingers.

“That’s cute,” he says. “But see, I’m not asking.”

“You want her to stop doin’ privates… why, exactly?”

Tommy’s expression tightens as he looks at the money, then back at Rafe. Barry, who’s been watching the exchange with mild amusement, finally chimes in. “Oh, he wants her dancin’ for us now?” he says, grinning. “Would ya look at that”

Rafe tilts his head, his rolling his eyes at his friends retort. “Something like that.” Tommy exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his jaw.

“This isn’t a fuckin’ charity, Cameron. I can’t just—”

“You can if I make it worth your while,” Rafe cuts in smoothly, tapping the stack of cash against Tommy’s chest before pressing it into his hand. “We both know you like money, Tommy. I’ve got plenty of it- so what’s the problem huh?”

Tommy glances down at the bills, hesitating. “I’ll keep it simple for you,” Rafe continues, lowering his voice, his eyes dark with something unreadable.

“She dances for me. Me and Barry. No one else. Every time we’re here.”

Tommy lets out a long breath, eyeing Rafe for a moment before slowly nodding. “Fine. But if she asks, this wasn’t my idea.” Rafe grins, stepping back as he claps the man on the shoulder, “Pleasure doing business.” As Tommy walks off, Barry lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“You’re pussy whipped Cameron.”

Rafe scoffs, leaning back in his seat, his tongue running over his teeth. “Nah, man…” He shakes his head, picking up his drink and taking a slow sip before setting it back down with a quiet clink. His eyes flick back toward the private rooms, dark and unreadable.

“Just gotta make sure she knows who’s in charge.”

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The dressing room was a haze of perfume, hairspray, and soft music playing from someone’s phone in the corner. Bright, round vanity bulbs framed the mirrors, casting a warm glow over the space, reflecting sequins, silk, and lace. The air carried the sounds of quiet laughter, the snap of compacts closing. Y/N sat at her usual spot, adjusting the strap of her new bra, eyes flicking over her reflection. The strap was loose again- annoying. She huffed, tugging it into place just as Tommy’s voice cut through the chatter.

“Y/N. Need a word.”

“Why?”

She turned, brows furrowing as he gestured her over to him. She slowly rose up from her seat, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor getting lost amongst the chatter of the other few girls scattered around the room. She made it up to the door way and stood opposite the man eyebrows slightly furrowed as she folded her arms waiting. Tommy exhaled through his nose, arms crossed over his chest.

“No more private dances.”

"What?”

“You’re not doing them anymore.”

She let out a dry laugh as the sudden new revelation, “What are you talking about?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s where I make the most money Tommy.”

He didn’t say anything because he knew it was going to be an issue- he also knew it was an inane request. Yet he just kept looking at her, like he was waiting for her to let it go. But she wasn’t letting it go. Her eyebrows were drawn down uncomfortably connoting her distress as her voice rang out once more.

“What the fuck is this? I can’t believe you think that I’m just going to dro-”

“-Rafe Cameron put in a request.”

And just like that, the blood in her veins ran hot. Her stomach twisted at the name alone. “A request?” she repeated slowly, already dreading where this was going. “Yeah.” He shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable.

“No more private dances for anyone but him and Barry.”

She blinked. Then laughed. A dry, humorless sound. “You’re fucking serious?”

“I’m serious.” As soon as the words passed his lips the the expression of confusion was wiped off of her face in an instance, now being replaced by a face twisted with anger,

“You’re actually letting him tell you how to run your own damn club?”

“Watch it, Y/N.”

“-No, you watch it, Tommy”

She snapped, “I work here and you’re supposed to be my boss. But it doesn’t fucking look like it.”

“I am the boss. And I’m telling you how it is.”

A few girls nearby went quiet, exchanging glances. Tommy took a step closer, lowering his voice. It was uncommon for him to be stern with them, after all he considered most of them like family. So the fact they were all currently sitting watching him lecture Y/N had them slightly on the edge of their seat. She scoffed, shaking her head at him.

“Unbelievable.”

“Yeah, well, believe it.”

Tommy shot her a look. “Do your job Y/N” With that, he turned and walked off, leaving her fuming. Moments after, Y/N stormed out of the dressing room, jaw clenched, fists tight at her sides as she weaved through the dimly lit club. The bass-heavy music thumped in her chest, the colored lights flashing over bodies, over money exchanging hands, over the world she had to survive in. She spotted them right away- Barry leaned in close to some guy, murmuring low as a roll of cash was slipped into his palm. Rafe sat beside him, relaxed, legs spread, beer bottle in one hand, his other draped over the back of the booth like he owned the place. Her blood boiled at the sight of him.

“Are you fucking serious?”

She hissed the moment she reached them, eyes locked on Rafe. Barry let out a low whistle, not even looking up from the customer. “Well, I’ll let the lovebirds sort this one out,” He muttered with a smirk before leading the guy toward a darker corner of the club, leaving them alone. Y/N didn’t waste a second.

“Do you have any idea how much money I’m losing because of your shit?”

“I don’t see how that’s my problem Bunny.”

Her voice was sharp, but quiet enough not to draw attention. Rafe, as always, looked entirely unfazed. He barely lifted his chin to meet her glare, taking a slow sip from his bottle before answering.

“Besides- I think I can afford to pay for a stripper.”

Her teeth clenched so hard it ached. Her fingers curled at her sides, nails pressing into her palms. She was about to snap back, about to tell him exactly where he could shove his money, when his eyes darkened, and he cut her off.

“Just shut up and do your job.”

“-Excuse me?”

She inhaled sharply. He gestured lazily toward the small stage beside their booth, the one with the pole gleaming under the soft purple lights. He tilted his head, a slow, smug grin curling on his lips.

“Go on—I’m waiting, Bunny.”

Fury burned through her, white-hot. She stepped closer, her chest rising and falling heavily, her pulse drumming against her skin as she lifted up her hand pointing at him- ready to curse him out in front of half the club. Rafe watched her, his amusement growing the angrier she got. Before she could let loose, Tommy was suddenly between them, a firm hand on her arm.

“Hey- hey"

He warned, his voice low, expression sharp. Y/N’s breaths were heavy, her fists trembling at her sides as she glared past Tommy at Rafe. He only smirked, slow and easy, like he had all the time in the world. Tommy stepped in between them, his hand firm on Y/N’s arm, his voice low but controlled.

“Are we gonna have a problem here?”

He asked, but his eyes flickered between Y/N and Rafe, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Rafe didn’t flinch. He leaned back, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

“Ask your bitch, man.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, blood boiling at the words, her heart pounding in her chest- she genuinely felt like she was going to pass out from rage. She whipped her head toward Tommy, her gaze sharp with fury.

“You’re gonna let him talk to me like that?”

Tommy’s jaw tightened, and his eyes softened just a fraction. He lowered his voice, like he was trying to calm the storm brewing inside her.

“Look—do this for me, and I won’t take a cut out of your payment ever again.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered over his face, her anger simmering down just enough to process his words. No cut? That would make a huge difference. The weight of the decision settled into her chest. She let out a long sigh, her body trembling with the frustration of it all.

“Fine.”

“Great. Now get up there.”

Rafe watched with a knowing grin, his eyes never leaving her as she reluctantly made her way to the pole. She could feel the heat in the room, the music vibrating in her veins, but the irritation still pulsed through her every movement. Her fingers wrapped around the pole which was cool against her hot palms, and with one fluid motion, she spun herself around it- her body a controlled chaos. The lights reflected off her skin as she danced, each move a mix of anger and seduction, trying to drown out the growing tension inside her chest.

Rafe leaned back in the booth with Barry now. He watched her every move, the smirk never fading from his face. Barry let out a low whistle, nudging him. Rafe slapped his arm, as if to shake off the tension of the moment, before yelling out over the music, his voice loud and clear:

“Shake your ass like you mean it!”

Y/N’s eyes shot up, meeting his for a brief second, the rage in them burning hotter than before. She tried to block him out, focusing on her routine, but his words dug into her, fueling the anger that she kept buried deep. Her body flowed into the next move, a slow, deliberate drop to her knees her back arching, her gaze never leaving Rafe’s as she pushed her hips up, challenging. Then, with a slow, deliberate crawl, she made her way toward the end of the small stage where they sat. Each step was calculated, her body close to the floor, her hips swaying with a rhythm that seemed to pierce right through him.

The whole time, she didn’t look away, not once breaking the eye contact- she refused to let him think she cowers under his glare.

Rafe’s hand tightened around his beer bottle, his focus locked on her. He couldn’t help but sit forward, leaning in slightly, the raw intensity of her stare pulling him in. His fingers gripped the neck of the bottle, almost white-knuckled, before he took a slow sip, as though the action could calm this sudden heat inside him.

It didn’t.

Y/N didn’t break eye contact. Her body felt on fire, the music in her bones, the anger in her veins. She reached the edge of the stage and paused, just a foot or two away from Rafe, her chest rising and falling with every breath, her muscles aching but refusing to give in as she ran her hands down her body. His smirk faltered for just a second before it returned, but it wasn’t the same. There was a flicker of something else in his eyes now.

“My private little dancer hmmm?”

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The sun hung high, casting a golden glow over the beach as the Y/n and Pogues basked in the warmth of one of the rare days off she had. The ocean shimmered in the distance, the waves rolling in lazily against the shore and all of them were lounging around, enjoying the moment of peace. Pope, ever the thoughtful one, sat up and glanced over at the girl,

“So, how’s your job going, Y/N?”

He asked, his voice casual but curious and Y/N shot him a look, raising an eyebrow.

“Jesus Pope- stay in school man”

She teased, shaking her head. The group burst into laughter, and even Pope couldn’t help but crack a smile at her response. Sarah, still amused, chimed in, “Is it that bad?” Y/N groaned dramatically, rolling over onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows to look at the blonde haired girl,

“I’m serving kooks all day, getting yelled at if I bring them a steak at the wrong temperature, if their lemon slice is on the wrong side of the plate… It's just- it’s shit.”

John B and Cleo laughed again, yet she found the others nodding sympathetically. Kiara, who had been humming to herself while watching the waves, looked over at JJ with a playful glint in her eye.

“You should get a job Jayje” she clawed out to the boy who was wading through the water, her voice teasing. JJ groaned and threw a hand up in the air. “Not you too,” he replied dramatically. Y/N’s eyes lit up as she sat up, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Thank you, Kie! Someone else here who has common sense.”

Kiara grinned, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “It’s not that hard JJ,” she joked. JJ shook his head, muttering under his breath, but there was a playful glint in his eye as he watched the gang, clearly enjoying the lighthearted moment. Y/N leaned back, soaking in the easy banter and warmth of the sun. John B stretched out on his towel, a relaxed smile on his face as he glanced over at Y/N.

“It’s nice you could join us though.”

“Thanks JB”

She responded, her voice light as she let out a small hum, resting her head on her folded arms and giving him a grateful look. Just then, JJ, hair still dripping from having left the water moments prior, bounded over and flopped down on top of her, his back sprawling out across hers like a human blanket.

“Jeez, JJ!”

Y/N exclaimed, nearly knocking the wind out of herself under his weight. “Uh, rude?” JJ grinned, his cheek pressed into the sand as he looked up at her.

“You’re heavy as hell, J”

She shot back, trying to wiggle out from under him. The rest of the group laughed, with Cleo shaking her head. “You’re a big back rude boy.” she teased. JJ immediately shot her a look. “Yo- shut up…” he grumbled, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. The atmosphere was easy and familiar. JJ shifted his weight slightly, settling more comfortably. He looked out over the ocean for a moment before his tone shifted.

“I miss this”

He said, his voice quieter now, almost like a confession. Y/N turned her head just enough to catch his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

He let out a small sigh, his gaze lingering on the others for a moment before meeting hers, “You’re just busy all the time.”

“I know J, I know.”

Y/N nodded, the weight of her words settling between them as she spoke. JJ huffed softly, clearly trying to hold back some frustration.

“Yeah, but—”

“I’m doing it for you, yeah? You’re my brother, J. I’d do anything for you.”

She cut him off, her voice soft but firm, JJ’s eyes softened at that, but before he could respond, his stomach gave a loud rumble cutting him off mid-sentence. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a small laugh of disbelief. “Hungry much?” she teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Shut up much?”

JJ groaned, but his stomach gave another loud growl, making everyone laugh. “Let me go get you something to eat,” she offered, already starting to rise. But JJ wasn’t having it. He reached out and grabbed her arm before she could get up, holding her in place.

“Okay, okay, let go”

She said, trying to wiggle free. He just squeezed her tighter, pressing his body closer to hers in a hug. Y/N patted his back sweetly before she let out an exaggerated groan.

“Ew, Jay, you’re all sweaty!” 

Y/N stood in line at the food truck, the warm sun still casting its golden light over the beach as the waves crashed nearby. She couldn’t resist—her favourite fish tacos were the perfect treat, and she’d ordered enough for the whole group. She was balancing her drink in one hand while she fumbled with her phone, checking to make sure everyone had their orders right. Then, just as she was waiting to pick up the food, she heard that familiar voice behind her.

“That’s a lot of food for one person, Maybank” Rafe said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He eyed the stack of boxes she was waiting for, a smug smirk on his face.

“Sure you can afford all that? Or do you need me to front you a little cash?”

“I can fucking afford to feed myself, you asshole.”

Y/N didn’t even turn around at first, knowing exactly who it was and she shot back without missing a beat. Rafe tutted at her attitude, clearly amused. He stepped closer, his presence still as commanding as ever. “Careful,” he warned, his voice dropping just a notch.

“I could always let your little secret slip, you know? Wouldn’t want your brother finding out how you’re really making money.”

Her stomach twisted, but she didn’t let him see it. She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. “You wouldn't dare” He just leaned in a little, his smirk widening. “Oh I would,” he said, his voice low, teasing.

“Ruin your perfect little world, wouldn’t I?”

As Y/N stood at the food truck, Rafe’s smug grin never left his face as he stared at her, clearly enjoying the quiet torment no one else had taken notice of. But as they exchanged words, JJ, who had just been chatting with the others, saw the two of them. His eyes narrowed, and a surge of protective instinct kicked in. He took a step forward, moving toward them with purpose.

“You got a problem Cameron?"

JJ muttered, his gaze darting between Y/N and Rafe, his jaw tight. Y/N quickly stepped between them, placing a hand on JJ’s chest to stop him from taking another step- she knew how impulsive her brother could be.

“Jay, let it go”

She said firmly, her tone not leaving room for argument. Rafe just watched, the smug smirk on his face growing wider as he looked Y/N up and down folding his arms. His eyes held a silent warning, the kind that said ‘I’ve got you and there's nothing you can do’ without speaking it aloud. JJ didn’t take his eyes off Rafe, but with a sigh, he let Y/N push him back. He mumbled under his breath,

“You’re lucky she’s here.”

“Oh you bet”

Once she’d pulled her brother away from Rafe and they were on their way back to the group, tacos in hand, JJ couldn’t help but throw a question out. He looked over at Y/N with a raised eyebrow, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

“Since when do you listen to what Rafe says?”

Y/N just takes a slow bite of her taco, trying to ignore the question. The food tasted like cardboard in her mouth as she chewed slowly, her mind racing.

“Just… leave it Jay.”

Her voice is tired, and JJ can see the exhaustion behind her eyes. He’s about to press her again when he catches the look on her face- a mix of frustration, anger, and something else… something he can’t quite figure out. He lets it go, but his mind is still buzzing. He knows she’s hiding something from him- and he can’t deny that it pisses him off. She’s his older sister. She’s always been the strong one, they’ve always stuck together. So why won’t she tell him what’s going on with her…?

As JJ dropped the subject, Y/N let out a quiet breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding. But the heaviness didn't lift. She couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt- and all of it was tied to Rafe. She hated herself for letting it get this far but she couldn't let JJ get involved in it, not yet.

Not ever.

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relationship hcs ; black sapphire cookie

requested by ; anonymous (13/02/25), anonymous (16/02/25) & anonymous (20/02/25)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; black sapphire cookie

outline ; “is it possible to ask for anything with Black Sapphire Cookie with a gn!reader? ik he came out very recently but I've been obsessed with him lately and can't get him out of my mind.”

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“Would it be ok to request general (sfw) relationship headcanons for Black Sapphire Cookie?”

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“I absolutely love your work and I’m so hype to finally catch the requests open!

Black Sapphire Cookie w/ gender neutral S/O headcanons? (Relationship/Fluff + Smut) I’m 19!

Thank you for considering mine!

Also if I could stay anonymous ty!! ^^”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

being black sapphire cookie’s partner means accepting that your life is going to be filled with a whole lot of mischief courtesy of your loving boyfriend. and while he’s mindful to never actually cross the line from ‘harmless but annoying’ to ‘malicious and harmful’, his love for you doesn’t make him any less likely to joke around with, prank, or tease you… it just makes him unlikely to be mean about it

quality time is one of his big love languages so whenever he’s not busy helping out his master or annoying the life out of candy apple cookie, you can guarantee he’s never too far from your side. whether that means floating a few feet away while you run some errands, putting on a whole performance for you while you do your chores at home, taking you out on a date, cooking with you, or just hanging with you when you do your thing, he doesn’t mind — as long as he gets to be around you he’s not particularly picky

this may not be immediately obvious, but black sapphire cookie is an extremely supportive partner — like he’ll listen to you rant, help you brainstorm solutions to any of your problems, join you in crap-talking people you hate (and offer his help in messing with them on your behalf), show up to all of your important events, and offer you a helping hand if you need to practise or rehearse anything — but he does it all in such a way that it’s difficult to notice just how devoted he is to you and your happiness unless you’re extremely good at reading him

he’s very protective over you but he also generally manages to play his efforts and actions off as much more casual than they really are. like the second an outsider gets into the vicinity of you or your home he’s on high alert, keeping a close eye on you and them to ensure your paths never cross and you never get anywhere near the line of fire (or anywhere near his master when the beast is particularly aggravated for whatever reason)

dates with black sapphire cookie tend to be something of a mixed bag — sometimes they’re more thoughtful and planned out, other times they’re more spontaneous and surprising, and on very rare occasions they’ll be weirdly sedate and intimate (like a quiet night in or something like that). more often than not they start with him telling you to get changed into the clothes he picked out for you before carrying you off to wherever your date is going to take place, and he’ll refuse to tell you what he’s got planned and insisting that you need to be more patient. and more often than not they end with the two of you fleeing the scene after causing some sort of trouble for the other people there. but no matter what you’ll end up grinning and giggling until your sides and cheeks ache, and he’ll be right there with you laughing at everyone else’s expense

he’s very physically affectionate with you, but the way he goes about it isn’t the most traditional. sure he still does all of the usual stuff (kissing, cuddling, hand holding, playing with your hair and letting you play with his, etc.) but he also goes a bit further beyond that: biting at your cheeks and wrists and fingertips, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder at random, going in to hug you from behind and then leaning his full weight on you until you inevitably fall over, pinching at your cheeks and the tip of your nose when you’re flushed, poking at and tickling your sides, and so on

his favourite places to kiss you are your eyelids and the top of your head. his favourite places to be kissed are his jaw and his wrists

thinks the idea of matching with his partner to be pretty cute but wouldn’t do it with you unless you were the one to propose it. ideally he’d prefer to get matching earrings, or some other form of jewellery, but if you wanted to match with something bigger or more blatant than he won’t complain… though he will tease you for being so possessive

the pet names he use for you tend to be traditional and sweet (like ‘darling’ or ‘my love’), weird enough to catch you off guard (think along the lines of ‘my little [random inanimate object that isn’t traditionally ‘cute’]’), or based on some inside joke between the two of you and thus completely random/nonsensical to anyone else who might hear him refer to you that way. nine times out ten he chooses the weirder terms of endearment, which means that he’s still able to catch you completely off guard whenever he chooses to use a more traditional pet name for you

he does generally hide it very well, but black sapphire cookie is an extremely jealous and possessive partner. he’d never take his jealousy out on you, nor would he ever expose the extent of his jealousy in front of you, but whenever anyone other than him starts taking up too much of your time his blood starts boiling and he starts to get snippy as all hell towards the other party. he degrades them, belittles them, humiliates them, starts rumours about them that range from mildly embarrassing to things they should get arrested for, and does everything in his power to keep them as far away from you as possible in the future (all the while playing at ignorance and distraction whenever you bring it up to him)

black sapphire cookie absolutely excels at lifting your mood whenever you’re upset or annoyed — either leaning into his performing persona to keep you entertained, or distracting you from your low mood by taking you out to annoy and/or terrorise the people you both dislike (bonus points if you let him target anyone who has been giving you a hard time lately, but as long as you’re laughing and in a visibly better mood he doesn’t care who you end up targeting)

whenever you’re sick or injured, he overcompensates for his anxieties about your health by refusing to let you do anything on your own. he plays it off as teasing you for being so weak and reckless, but know that him snatching the jar out of your hand to open it himself and his refusal to get out of your personal bubble for more than a few seconds at a time are just how he shows his concern for you… which is certainly endearing in its own way, but no less annoying or frustrating because of it

[traffys-heart]

good luck on your exams! wish you the best.

your loser virgin law prompts are sooo good. and i need a place to vent my similar feelings/headcanons

he has a proactive poster of pink poison from the germa series. it’s her posed, wings out and her hands behind her head. one of her legs is bent, almost like a flamingo. obvs it’s literally based on reiju, so when he sees sanji for the first time he’s a little attracted to him since he looks so much like her (and it confuses the hell out of him)

he jerked it to a medical diagram in his teenage years. it was a real picture of a vulva in a book, in comparison to the typical drawing. he got ahead of himself though, failing to realise it was a diagram to help diagnose and recognise thrush.

his first exposure to real porn was during the time he travelled with the straw hats to dressrosa after punk hazard. in the men’s dorm on the bookshelf, not understanding it was sanji’s personal collection. he looks at the images, fascinated and taking notes. he knows the motion of the ocean, but to see how it actually works. what he fails to know is that is a service top magazine. the images were focused on the men pleasuring the woman, and he takes that as how sex goes. he can stay in control, but give his partner as much pleasure as possible.

body fluids is a big no. but the minute he reads about how orgasms can help with period cramps, there’s nothing he would enjoy more. he doesn’t mind blood— he’s used to it from the violence and surgeries he perform— but the idea of the only blood not born out of accident or violence really tickles the freak side of him

i have a couple others, but I wanna hear your opinions first 🤭

yess i feel like ppl on twitter understand better the loser that law truly is!! don’t let his pretty face deceive u he probably has his own spot in the eltingville club

anyways living for one sided sanlaw and law awkwardly staring at sanji during crew interactions which usually gets misinterpreted into glaring daggers at the blond. (tbh for some reason ive always seen sanlaw in the context of coralaw so it never really interested me but this is soooo much better)

jerking it to thrush is insane but tbh if u have never seen pussy before u gotta work w what u got. law getting hard over medical diagrams esp those of women w their breasts exposed or in what he would consider compromising positions is def high up there for some of my fav hcs.

as much as i would love for him to be a skilled pussy eater ik those magazines aren’t teaching him shit </3 im sorry men trying to replicate anything they’ve seen in porn 99/100 times never works and always leaves both parties w embarrassment. that being said, the idea of law developing a fixation of eating u out from porn is hot. he kinda thinks he knows what he’s doing (he doesn’t) but most of the time he just wants to bury his face underneath ur skirt and feel u up.

ive never been comfortable enough to have period sex before so im a little unsure how to breach this topic but i do not see law having a problem w u on ur period when trying to get freaky. he’s a horny surgeon, blood isn’t gonna stop the guy. pls let him finger u while he sucks on ur sore tits bc he’s a doctor and he guarantees it’ll make them feel better. he definitely gets a rush watching the deep red mix with the creamy webs on his hand.

i would love to hear ur other ideas nonnie! i really do love writing for law and seeing other ppl expand upon my own ideas is just the best feeling ever <3

[sarahisslytherin]

trouble.

bodyguard!frank castle x princess!reader

summary: frank escorts you to an afterparty, and when he rescues you from trouble you aren't happy about it.

contains: bodyguard x princess!au, closed door romance, mild violence, sexual comments, age gap and borderline sa. don't be fooled, it's pretty fluffy.

a/n: ik i got carried away, but guess what, this trope with frank is my new favorite thing so idc. gif by @darlingshane

word count: 1.5k

The music is blaring, practically vibrating through the marble floors of the packed Los Angeles mansion. You’ve learned with the years that being perpetually half an hour late guarantees you a party in full gear when you get there. And this one is no exception. The award ceremony held mere hours ago had bored you half to death, and you were glad to finally be in movement once again. You had posed for the red carpet photographers until your muscles ached from stiffness, but it wasn’t until you looked back and saw Frank fussing over the train of your dress that a true smile bloomed on your face. Now, he walks a few paces behind you, the way he always does. He is your ever-present shadow, always one glance over the shoulder away. And when you look, he’s already looking at you.

“Try not to get into too much trouble, kid.” he says in a low voice as he trails behind you into the opulent threshold, complete with a spiraling staircase and a chandelier. “If I bring you home scratched, I lose my deposit.”

You offer him a mocking face as he helps you shrug off your coat. “What if it’s just a tiny scratch, somewhere you can’t see?”

His eyes darken a bit and his lip curls as he leans in. “I think we both know there’s not a part of you I haven’t seen, Princess.” You love when he gets like this. When his words make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your cheeks flush like a schoolgirl.

When he finally slips off your coat, he takes a step back to drink in the view before him. Your scarlet red evening gown hugs your every curve as if it were made for you. 

“You stare any harder and you’ll see my X-Ray, Castle.” you snort, very unprincesslike. Now it's his cheeks that take on a pink tint. It gives you a sense of power, being able to make the big, bad Frank Castle blush. But then his eyes leave you to briefly scan your surroundings, and before you have a chance to predict his next move, he’s pulling you in by your hip and crashing his lips into yours. You can’t bring yourself to care about getting caught, draping your delicate hands over his broad shoulders. But he’s quick to pull away before you get too comfortable.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” he chokes out as he makes swift work of regaining his composure. “Can’t risk being seen.” He sighs as brings a rough hand to your face and gingerly tucks your stray hairs back into place.

“You’d do well to remember that, you know.” you tease, trying not to think too hard of what exactly would happen if you were to be discovered. It’d be all over the celebrity news outlets, your parents would fire Frank and you’d be destined to a life with some bland royal void of personality. This last would occur either way, but at least it would be more bearable with Frank at your side. 

“I know.” he hums, not giving away much with his eyes. But you know it’s killing him as much as it’s killing you to keep this a secret. You pull away now, offering him a flirty smirk to defuse the tension and gesturing to your red lips as you walk away.

“You look absolutely handsome tonight, Frankie, but that shade really isn’t your color.” You don’t need to look to know he’s fighting a laugh and wiping his lips clean of evidence.

The party carries on well into the early hours of the morning. You’re a few drinks in when the colors of the flashing lights begin to grow more vibrant, the guests more agreeable and the dance floor more irresistible. You move to the beat of the techno-pop music blasting from the DJ’s stand, encircled by a few celebrity friends. Actors, musicians, politicians; they’re all in this room. You are in your element. 

Your family back home would berate you, tell you this is not becoming behavior for a princess, that you are first and foremost a role model. Fortunately, they are not here to see you dance with the young singer that approaches you mid-song. You’ve seen his face around but are struggling to recall his name. It doesn’t matter, anyway. It’s good for the cameras. Good for the tabloids to believe you’re fooling around with everyone and anyone but Frank.

It’s when the current song begins to transition to the next that this man brings his body close to yours, close enough to send alarms going off in your head. Suddenly, you feel a hand snake around you, slowly descending the curve of your spine. Your eyes go wide, but the music is so deafeningly loud and the lights are blinding.

It’s all too much. 

You look around but can’t make out anyone through the haze you’re in. It isn’t until his hand begins to inch past your waistline that Frank’s massive build suddenly cuts between you two, a wall of protection sliding into place. “Get behind me.” you hear him practically bark, a strong arm reaching out to you and indeed tucking you away.

“What’s your problem, man?” you hear the other guy say. You bet Frank doesn’t care for his tone one bit. 

“I’m looking at it.” you hear him grunt in reply. “I’m gonna ask you to keep away from the Princess for the rest of the night.”

You can’t quite make out the singer’s response, but if Frank’s manhandling him towards the exit is any indication, it wasn’t anything particularly pretty. A few people record the scene, and you just know this will be all over the Internet before your head hits your pillow tonight. The thought alone sends you storming off, fetching your things and stumbling your way to the limo parked outside. In a matter of minutes, Frank is sliding into the passenger seat alongside your chauffeur, and the car sets off in the direction of your Upper East Side penthouse. 

The limo is silent as a tomb the whole way there. When you finally pull up before your Brownstone, you make a show of not waiting for Frank to open your car door, slamming it like a spoiled child as your heels clack up the stoop’s steps. However, Frank falls into step with you in only a few strides. Inside, he lets you press the elevator buttons and remains silent the whole ride to the top. It isn’t until the mahogany penthouse door shuts behind him that he utters a word.

“You done now?” he nods his head at you inquisitively. “You’ve thrown your fit, are you done?”

You narrow your eyes at him, stalking closer to him as you do so. “Am I done? Your little ‘get your hands off my woman’ stunt is probably going viral as we speak!”

“Oh, I see!” he crosses his arms, holding his head up high. “So me doing my job, which is protecting you from slimy creeps trying to feel you up, is a ‘stunt’ now, is that it?”

“Frank, it’s gonna be everywhere!” you insist.

“Let it be everywhere! You did nothing wrong, you are quite literally the damsel in distress and he’s a fucking creep!” he inches closer to you, his rugged features illuminated by only the warm lights of the living room. “You’re safe and that’s all that matters to me, so if I gotta piss you off in the process, well, tough!”

You’re dumbfounded, feeling the alcohol and adrenaline wear off as you blink stupidly at this man who just wants to shield from everything that’s wrong in this world. And you yelled at him for it. You avert your gaze from his wild brown eyes, which soften as he takes in the helpless expression on your face.

“I’m sorry.” you sigh. “I just didn’t want to cause a scene. I didn’t want to be in the papers tonight.” 

Frank clicks his tongue, pulls you into his broad chest so that you can feel the beating of his heart. You don’t mean to cry, but the tears inevitably begin to roll down your cheeks, leaving streaks of mascara in their wake. “And I’m sorry for not being more understanding. I know you’re constantly being watched, and judged and all that shit. But, hey, fuck ‘em.”

He gently clasps your chin and tilts your head so that your eyes meet his. “You hear me? Fuck ‘em.”

“I think I’d rather fuck someone else, thanks.” you joke, letting him wipe away your tears with a chaste brush of his thumb.

“There she is.” he grins ear to ear, a sight reserved only for you. “There’s my girl.”

With that, he scoops you up in his big arms as if you were a bride, and you bid the New York City lights outside your window goodnight as you’re properly escorted to your makeshift royal chamber.

tagging: @velvetcloxds @oweninadaydream @deadfables @misshale21 @dragonsfictavern @sweetercalypso @sheraayasher

[e-vay]

Hey evay!! i hope all is well with you and your fam

just wanted to ask… what is the best tip you could give for creating an oc? ik you’ve had aurora for many many years and i love how much you have fleshed her out and made her such a lovely character. as well as creating lovely additional characters to her lore! i dont wanna throw a bunch of food on the table and expect you to eat it all if you get what im saying, heh, but i would just really like to know what your tips are to creating/forming, fleshing, and growing a character with good story that you love and others may love in the process!! i really hope you see this ☺️

I'm putting these two questions together because the answers are going to be fairly similiar:

Thank you both for the questions and I’m so grateful you both like my AU and my characters so much! Please keep in mind that I am not a professional and I only create these things for fun, so take my advice lightly.

There really isn’t a sure-fire method to creating a ‘successful’ AU or character. I don’t think there’s any guaranteed right way to do these things, and I can’t really tell you exactly why some people like my content (I’m just wingin’ it here, too, y’all!). But whether you’re making an entire AU or you’re only working on creating a single character, the best advice I can give is to be thoughtful and patient. Don’t rush it; take your time thinking about all the intricacies of this character or this world or this timeline that you are building. I didn’t make any of my characters or my AU in a single day. I’ve been building my stories for YEARS because I care about them deeply and I want to explore them. And even think about some of your favorite movies/shows/franchises– the really good ones spent years, often decades in development! Good things take time.

In order to build a very complex character, you should be able to know just about everything that makes your character tick, not just what their favorite color is and what music they like. I spend a lot of time getting to know my characters inside and out. I need to know their interests and their goals and how they relate to this specific world. As I’m creating a character, I have a theoretical interview with them, just like I’m meeting a new person. When I’m doing this interview, I’m not only looking for answers to the questions I’m asking, but I’m determining how this character would answer them. What do they sound like when they speak? What vocabulary do they use and do they use specific turns of phrase? Would they express their answers with hand gestures and enthusiasm or are they more concise and direct? Are they honest with their answers or are they suppressing what they’re really thinking, and if so, what is it they’re trying to hide about themselves? You won’t have all these answers right away, but that’s totally okay! If this is a passion project of yours, you likely don’t have a deadline, so don’t rush it by giving yourself one! If you don’t know how to answer a certain question for your character, put a pin in it and come back to it later after you’ve fleshed out more details about them. The more depth you’re able to give your character, the better the chances are that people will be able to connect with them (at least, that’s been my experience). I guess to simplify my message, I would say that you need to care about your character before you expect anybody else to care about them.

As far as AUs go–again, there’s no guaranteed way to come up with an AU that’s going to grab everybody’s interest. It’s just not possible. Instead, I’d say focus on creating something that is the most fun for you to explore (I say 'fun', but that doesn’t mean it has to be a happy/funny AU). The whole point of an alternate universe is for it to be a sandbox for you to play in. You pull the strings, you call the shots, so what is it about this world that piques your interest the most? I don’t believe you should create recreational stories only because you’re hoping other people will want to read it. I think it’s most important to make something you enjoy, and if others end up loving it, then that’s even better!

Some AUs are more canon-compliant than others, but the whole point of an AU is it’s your own exploration/interpretation of this world, so I wouldn’t worry too much if you’re wanting to venture far off the rails of canon. It’s an AU! It doesn’t impact the canon at all, so what’s the big deal? If you’re working in the world of an incomplete story (like you mentioned the Spider-verse series), you can either wait until it’s “finished” or your AU can involve a timeline that works best for whatever you were hoping to do with the story. Again, you’re playing in an alternate-universe, so I feel like you’re allowed to branch off the main timeline even if the canon series comes out with a different resolution to their arc later.

If you’re stuck, again, just take the time to ruminate on it. It may take a long time for it to come to you, but... so what? The only one setting a deadline on this is you, so don’t put that unnecessary pressure on yourself. If you rush your characters and your story, it’s going to be obvious that you didn’t put any thought into it/them. So I’ll say the inverse of what I said earlier: If you don’t care about your characters/story, why would anybody else?

I know this isn’t a precise solution, but I do hope you find this helpful.

And remember, have fun! If you’re not enjoying it, what’s the point?!

[soren-apologist]

kinda wild to think about how much ike and soren’s first meeting as children changed the course of tellius’ history.

most of you already know how the story goes, but ike stumbles across soren slowly starving to death in the forests of gallia. in direct contrast to the abuse and scorn soren has only ever known up to this point, ike not only gives him his lunch to eat, but actually wants to help him further, promising to return the next day with more food and even offering to bring him back to his home. while soren ultimately refuses the latter offer and ike disappears the next day, this act of genuine, unconditional kindness is so earth-shattering to young soren that he chooses to spend years searching for the boy who saved him. after finally locating him, soren joins the greil mercenaries and chooses to repay ike’s act of kindness by exclusively dedicating his arcane and tactical abilities to aiding him, even when ike himself is still unable to recall their first meeting.

with that established, let me start diving into the ramifications of all this by stating that soren is nothing short of a tactical genius. in fact, it wouldn’t be much of a stretch to claim that, even in his young age, he’s likely the best tactician on the continent. it’s honestly kind of a blessing for everyone else that ike has no desire for power and soren just follows his lead, because if he really wanted to soren could probably have the entire continent in the palm of his hand in like 5 years just by pulling the strings from the shadows.

now, this isn’t just me extolling soren’s virtues because i’m a fan (i am, and that’s what i’m doing— it’s just besides the point); if soren hadn’t decided to join the greil mercenaries, it’s honestly pretty unlikely they would have even managed to survive daein’s onslaught. even with titania and greil’s combined might in combat, they still had to contend with daein’s sheer quantity of soldiers up against their small mercenary company. in real life, numbers are a really big deal in warfare— even if you’ve got a group of professional soldiers going up against a bunch of untrained peasants drafted into an army, if those peasants outnumber the soldiers enough, you’re probably going to lose unless you can come up with a really good strategy. while yes, this is fire emblem, the same franchise where just one guy on a horse could literally solo the entire campaign just one game before, a lot of that ability to survive maps comes from you as the player being able to strategize and effectively command them. this means that even though titania can hard carry the entirety of fe9’s early game, if you just plonk her in front of the enemy’s line of mages with zero terrain cover and a single iron axe, she’s probably not going to survive.

as such, this is exactly what makes soren so important to battle as a whole. diegetically speaking, your role as a player is essentially managing ike and soren’s jobs in the army. not only do you command the forces (ike), you’re also the one handling things like budgeting of weapons and supplies, as well as working out the specific strategies meant to guarantee your army’s survival and success (soren). consequently, ike’s decisions as a commander rely heavily on soren’s advice and tactical acumen to make sure his forces aren’t just immediately decimated the second he gives orders. simply put, without soren’s tactics essentially performing miracles to allow the greil mercenaries’ tiny number of forces to defeat daein’s massive numbers, they’re all probably going to die or end up captured. in the best-case scenario, elincia somehow manages to evade daein’s forces and get to gallia, but the more likely outcome is her capture and subsequent execution.

if elincia does manage to reach gallia and go to caineghis for aid, it’s unlikely she would be able to garner much in the way of any sort of protection, considering the mercenaries are gone and any laguz forces are likely to be very unwilling to fight for a beorc princess. any battles from here on out are going to be significantly more difficult, and while it is theoretically possible for her to defeat daein and reclaim crimea with begnion and later gallia’s help, the odds of it actually happening without their forces being defeated entirely would be astronomically low.

if elincia isn’t able to reach gallia and then make it to begnion to petition for aid, or if her forces are ultimately defeated by daein, ashnard’s original plans of marching through crimea to invade gallia and dragging all the other nations into it would have continued. while gallia was definitely far better equipped to handle a military invasion than crimea would have ever been, they would still have to deal with the combined forces of daein and begnion once the latter is dragged into the beorc vs. laguz conflict (assuming elincia doesn’t manage to reach begnion). considering how much of a nightmare it was for them to fight begnion in fe10, they’d similarly petition for aid from kilvas and phoenicis, effectively forming the laguz alliance three years early. with that in mind, while i ultimately doubt this conflict would fully manage to awaken ashera without hatari’s and, depending on how events turn out, goldoa’s involvement, it’d still be an extremely messy and bloody war that would leave scars on the continent far greater than those of the canon mad king’s war.

if ike hadn’t found soren that day in gallia, there likely would have been no patriotic hero and princess of crimea to bring together the continent to defeat daein and save crimea. the rifts between beorc and laguz would have been deepened instead of bridged, and in the same way ashera would remain asleep, the pain and suffering of tellius would be left unchanged, continuing to haunt the living as the bloodied bodies of the dead piled higher and higher. ironically, amidst all the great and legendary feats ike would come to be known for, his simple act of genuine kindness would ultimately be the catalyst for the salvation of tellius.

[musicalmoritz]

I feel like. And I’ll hold your hand while I say this. You do not need to write a think piece on every ship you dislike. As a matter of fact, you don’t have to do that with any ship you dislike. The world will keep spinning if you mind your business. You will be a happier person if you focus on the things you enjoy instead. Whether the ship has some obviously problematic qualities that you feel need to be called out, or it has flaws you think the shippers are blissfully unaware of, I promise you nobody cares

“Character A hurt Character B” if it is an important plot point then I can guarantee the shippers already know. That’s probably part of why they like it

“Character A is bad for Character B” you likely have not analyzed the ship as in-depth as fans who passionately enjoy it. They are probably already aware of those flaws and account for them in their fics

“But it’s not canon” buddy go back to Fandom 101, you clearly missed some things

With each of these things it’s important to note that shipping two characters doesn’t necessarily mean you want them to be canon. It doesn’t even mean you want them to have an established relationship. Shipping just means you want to see two or more characters together in some type of romantic or sexual relationship. Most essays I see on why *insert ship* doesn’t work are done under the assumption that every shipper wants them to be together, when that often isn’t the case

I am guilty of complaining about ships too, but you will never catch me writing a full analysis on why it’s bad and horrible to like a ship. If I feel that way I will just block ppl bcuz ik posting those thoughts will only add more fuel to the fire. Unless someone asks for your thoughts on a certain ship, I really see no reason to write essays explaining why two characters are unshippable. If it’s truly that bad you won’t need an essay to get your point across. Put away the keyboard, bestie. Go read a book or smth

[bibibbon]

as one of the three mustard fans i feel obligated to yap about him to anyone who will listen.

in the grand scheme of things he’s not particularly important, but the few scenes he’s in definitely are.

he brings up something that many people forgot while watching the show.

that even in a world where people can turn their skin into steel or shoot acid from their hands, a bullet is a bullet.

that no matter how powerful your quirk is, if you get shot in the head you’re gonna fucking die 😭 i mean unless you have a regeneration quirk but those are pretty rare and if someone unloads a revolver into your skull i doubt your quirk would be able to keep up with the damage.

it shows people that a villain doesn’t need a powerful quirk to be dangerous. someone who’s competent with a gun or a knife can be just as dangerous as someone like dabi.

he’s also extremely intelligent. being able to tell where people are based on the movement of the gas isn’t something inherently related to his quirk, it’s a learned skill. he’s also very skilled with his gun, he was able to destroy tetsutetsu’s mask with one point blank shot. as well as being able to hit the same spot multiple times to break through tetsutetsu’s hardening.

when kendo says that mustard carries a gun around because he “can’t win a fight on his own merits” as much as i love her, she’s really stupid for that.

snipe’s whole thing is guns. his quirk has nothing to do with guns inherently, he just chose to use them. and support gear is a massive industry in this universe.

and no one talks about why this middle schooler has a gun and is hanging out with the LOV. that’s not exactly normal middle schooler behavior.

i have some theories so bear with me while i ramble about him.

so obviously he has a villainous quirk. his gas can kill people if they’re exposed to a concentrated amount of it for long enough. and he can’t control where the gas goes, only how much he releases.

(this is more of a headcannon but i like it too much to not share it. his father can create small amounts of purple mist around his body, and his mother sweats bleach. but one of his grandparents could create an ammonia based gas. and what happens when you mix ammonia and bleach? you get mustard gas. ik it’s kinda dumb but i like it.)

i believe that he had a hard time controlling his quirk as a child. with strong emotions causing him to activate his quirk.

in this universe there’s definitely schools/institutions for kids with dangerous quirks. so his parents probably shipped off to one of those institutions so they didn’t have to deal with him.

i feel like he resents the UA students because if an employer sees they went to UA, they have a way higher chance of getting the job.

but when they see that he went to an institution for kids with dangerous quirks, he could be rejected on the spot.

tl;dr i love mustard someone please sedate me

Since you posted this ask to me Iam assuming that Iam one of the three mustard fans and Iam honoured to be recognised as such.

As you know I have talked about mustard before and the potential his storyline has here.

Your whole rant makes me think that mustard in canon is basically the vision people have for fanon villain izuku and I love it.

Mustard brings up a good point which is that people rely on their quirks too much because someone with a uselss or a weak quirk can still be dangerous and powerful by honing in their other skills. Heroes who rely on their quirks primarily and nothing else are the ones that get injured and hurt the most because even if you have a powerful quirk it's not guaranteed to help you in every situation. Sometimes quirks cant always go up against technology as we see in the vigilante arc technology can very much overpower strong quirks whether you like it or not.

Oh I actually do like your headcanon. Personally I have always interpreted mustard as having an anaesthetic type quirk something similar to midnight. I wish the series delved into midnight and mustard interactions especially because mustard is too young to go to jail as people in Japan can only be punished for their crimes when they're above the age of 14.

Reputations and public image are very important things in MHA whether you're a hero or not. Mustard going to that type of institution is interesting although I don't think there are any in canon. I have interpreted it as mustard having something similar to toga where they both suffered from horrible quirk counselling and were told to control themselves not taught how and an incident happend and they ended up here. However everything that comes to mustard to me is 10 times more interesting simply because of how young he really is and how vague everything about him is

[tatdritt]

Other games to play If you like Yandere Simulator!!!

These are all mobile games. All free :)

Ai To Nori

You can actually choose whether to be a yandere or not in this game! I really recommend it. Although it’s only in Alpha at the moment, it has multiple endings and plenty of achievements! As for similarities, a lot of mechanics are similar. Such as the following mechanic. There’s clear inspiration from yansim, though I don’t want to spoil it. Plus, it has a thing a lot of people like out of yansim, which is unique descriptions for each character, with some even having unique dialogue. Something it has that yansim doesn’t is different tasks for NPCs ;p

There’s also some pretty interesting lore with a lot of potential for Theories! At the beginning of the game, a group of girls find a mysterious book. I’m pretty sure the book is what gives them violent urges, although you can look at their backstories and see that they’ve all got excuses, haha…

You can actually choose to play as any of these girls. There isn’t character customization, instead you play as a unique character! This doesn’t affect gameplay but it’s very interesting. My main complaint with this game is just the somewhat confusing messages and glitches, but this game is in alpha, so I can’t really judge it.

Lethal Love: A yandere Game

The overall build of this game is *verrry* similar to yansim. It has similar shaders, character models, ect. This game isn’t finished, but it has a few rivals already! You can play each rival at any time, like chapters. Each Rival has their own “cannon” ending, some of which multiple choices, but you can eliminate them however you like. This game isn’t very challenging, but it’s a lot of fun to just sit down and play for a few minutes! This game also has achievements, but it’s really just a log of all the endings you’ve gotten for each rival. There’s also a free mode and a mode where you can make your own rival! The way it works is very different though. It doesn’t save your progress within days, so if you kill a non-rival student, they’ll be there again when you do the next rival. This is what makes it a nice game to just sit down and play, though!

Although I do think the main character, Kyoko, is already quite cute, there’s also character customization! However each item (including the uniforms, which only change your appearance on the title screen) either costs an ad or real money to use.

*angry rant ahead in this next paragraph*

Speaking of ads, that’s definitely my biggest gripe with the game. There’s A LOT. You spawn in in your house every day regardless, and once you exit your house to town, you get an add. You can either choose to run across the town, which is useless Except for one shop for one item, every single day. Or you can skip from the menu, which takes you ANOTHER AD. That’s 2 ads in like 10 seconds. Also, every time you manually restart the day or get caught and have to restart the day, you get a guaranteed ad, which happens a lot more than you think since the days are pretty short and it’s easy to dispose of bodies. Most of the time, instead of ending the day and winning, you’ll choose to manually restart the day in order to skip a bunch of useless crap and ads. Also, REAL LIFE MONEY FOR A COUPLE OF IN GAME HAIRS?!?!? That’s insane!!! You also have to watch an unskippable ad to get ANY customization items. And if you’re thinking, “oh, airplane mode,” WRONG!!!!! If the game can’t play ads, IT FORCES YOU TO QUIT THE GAME, YOU LITERALLY CANT PLAY UNLESS YOU CAN PLAY ADS!!! It’s idiotic. Anyway ik that’s a dumb rant but whatever.

at least the app is somehow rates 12+ despite the blood so you can play it with parental controls ?

High School Simulator 2018

okay so I’m pretty sure all the people who have interest this post know this game already. But if you don’t…

This game is necessarily a “yandere game,” perse. I’d maybe call it a “Yandere-lite” or something. It’s more of an anime school roleplay game. HOWEVER! You can actually just murder people!

although you have to do something specific. Turn your phone on airplane mode so you don’t have to watch ads, then unlock all the female hairs. That way you’ll have all the weapons!! (Oh yeah this game has character customization)

This game is fun and silly and cute. There’s a love letter in your room that you can give to a student (male or female) you can straight up kill your classmates and get covered in blood and hide the body and wash off in the shower that’s conveniently outside of your home, you can get the cops called on your ass, there’s a gun, magic, you can join clubs… it’s cute. Yeah. Haha.

The biggest problem I have with it is that there isn’t much to do. There isn’t much actual interaction with students. There isn’t much of an actual gameplay loop. Closest thing is killing and once you’ve killed everyone there’s nothing to do but continuously battle the same cops until the world fades into eternity.

Sakura School Simulator

Same as the last one, this isn’t a yandere game. But it’s funny asf, and there’s a LOT to do. There’s interaction with other students where you can become friends or lovers, you can go to restaurants together, you can go to theme parks together, ect. You can also just fuck around all you want??? I still discover locations I had no idea about. You can run people over with cars, take down you local Yakuza, fight aliens and statues, get beaten up during a theme park show, or honestly just explore. You Can attack people, but they’ll be revived the next day (and also despise you). There’s a ton of achievements and a ton of random things you can do. Trust me, it’s a lot of fun. Also not too many ads!

The thing I dislike most about it is how, on the mobile version of the game, there’s a lot of stuff that’s just super annoying due to silly solutions to the App Store restrictions. But it also limits gameplay features. Whenever an NPC student is hurt, they turn into a robot and you can’t really fix it??? Same for you, if you get hit even once, you turn into a robot. And you have to teleport to your home to change your outfit if you don’t want to stay as a robot. And when someone is down, they “go to sleep,” but it also spawns a futon wherever they died, which is really annoying. It also makes “violence” not allowed within the school so you can’t attack people in the school (which can get really annoying sometimes). It forces you to be a robot if you want to fight, which you do a lot in the game. Blech, haha. It’s not really a big deal tho, still a fun game!

(Roblox) Love Letter

This is the last one you can skip it if you’re not interested, but this is a Roblox game. But as for yansim rp games, it’s pretty good! It has almost all of the animations in yansim. All the 3D models are in the yansim style, and you can play as any character in the game! Even ones that aren’t actually in the game! And you can use any persona animations and running animations regardless of what character you’re playing as! The complete model for the school is in game, too.

The game also has frequent events and adds new characters that aren’t in the game all the time. It updates pretty consistently. I guess my biggest problem is that it takes a while to load everything because of the advanced models and the fact it’s in fucking Roblox. But also I have terrible internet and the game consistently runs at 60fps so it’s better than yansim in terms of optimization. The biggest problem I’ve had is that the UI pictures won’t load sometimes, and sometimes textures will just fail and won’t save no matter what. But like what can you expect. It’s Roblox. Akedmi online is also popular in terms of yansim games on Roblox but I genuinely couldn’t get the game to function properly so I didn’t include it on the list.

[yourboynathan]

Karl heisenberg x reader x Ethan winters.

Karl wants to torment Ethan like in cannon, but reader is like "wait.. hes cute tho.. can we keep him?" Like Ethan is a pet boyfriend, and Karl just accepts it, and now Ethans getting used to the fact hes deeply sought after by Karl and mostly Karl's husband, reader

Ik its an odd plot writing wise so feel free to make it just a little drabble

-🎧

“Don’t worry, Ethan.”

Ethan Winters X M!Reader X Karl Heisenberg fluff

Kind of accidentally made it into some sort of story I’m sorry

I’ve been waiting for an Ethan request shidkfkgks I love this man in every way possible but normal

I just wanna take care of this poor dude

I added “-er” to the end of “Miranda” in Heisenberg’s quote due to the fact that you can hear him speak like that if you pay attention (I’ve gone insane and can’t stop playing that cutscene over and over again)

I’m sorry but I made it so Mia is actually dead by Miranda using her body kind of like a skin suit instead of copying her image (it’s never mentioned but I just had to reassure myself that Ethan isn’t cheating on his wife 😔)

bit rushed bc I could write this forever without ending it

Not proofread bc nothing is ever proofread

“Join me, Ethan.” You watched Heisenberg ask the man currently sitting in a chair in front of you two. The man, apparently named Ethan, spat out, “I won’t let you use my daughter as a weapon! Fuck you.”

Heisenberg drew back his hand that was previously outstretched towards Ethan and said nonchalantly, “Your funeral.” Just before Heisenberg could toss Ethan through the trapdoor yawning behind him, you interjected, “Wait! Karl, you can’t just toss him away after helping him collect all of those flasks! That’d be a waste! Besides, he’s an… interesting man.” You mumbled your last sentence. Heisenberg glanced at you then back at Ethan and growled, “Fine. Because he apparently has an attachment to you, we’ll help you with your daughter… just as long as you can get Mirand(er) dead yourself.”

Ethan glared at Heisenberg, “As long as you stay away from Rose.” He snapped back. Heisenberg flinched teasingly, taking a step back as he responded, “Well, I can promise that when I’m trying to help you save her, Ethan. But I’ll do so as long as you get that bitch.”

You decided it would be a good idea to get Ethan’s lab reports first. The man had been through a lot, might as well treat him to a check-up. You waited until he calmed down before taking his blood after Heisenberg left. His veins were buried deep so you opted him to squeeze his hand so it would be easier to dig into. It took about two tries to get to the vein before you successfully drew up his blood. You made small talk as you grabbed a bandage for his arm, “Heisenberg’ll help you. I’ll make sure he does.” You said reassuringly. Ethan nodded in response, watching as you finally wrapped up a part of his arm. “Need anything? Mainly for your hand?” You questioned. “I’ll be fine,” Ethan mumbled, “I just have to find Rose as quick as possible.”

You sighed, “Rest a bit first. You’ll fight better when you’re more energized. Don’t worry about time, i guarantee that Rose will be fine.”

Later that night, you climbed into bed next to Heisenberg. “Karl,” you started, earning a hum from the man who was currently lighting a cigarette that was propped between his lips. You continued, “Do you think he could possibly be cured from the mold? Ethan, I mean.” You wondered. Heisenberg breathed out a puff of smoke, “I’ll check… for you.” He grumbled. You thanked him before cuddling up with him for the night, falling asleep after a small chunk of time passed.

You woke up with your face halfway buried into Heisenberg’s chest. He smelt freshly of scrap metal and fire meaning he didn’t sleep all too well last night. You had to wait until he eventually stirred so you could get up; he was like a big lap dog when he held onto you, really. Before you left the room, you made sure to give Heisenberg a small kiss that made him mumble something incoherent, then you went to check on Ethan.

The man in question was fast asleep, still seemingly stressed even when dreaming peacefully. You couldn’t wake him up, that’d be cruel, but after thinking you decided it would be best to just do so in order for him to not possibly have a panic attack over his daughter as easily. You gently shook him awake with a couple whispers of his name, watching him slowly blink into consciousness. He looked towards you, confused at first, before his memories settled in. “I’ll make you breakfast to make up for the fact that I woke you up early as hell. (I) just didn’t want to hear you ramble about how it being a later time surely meant Rose was dead.” And with that, you left the room.

You cooked up a simple breakfast that just contained bacon and eggs then proceeded to make Heisenberg’s coffee just the way he liked it: black. As you were scrambling the previously mentioned eggs, familiar arms wrapped around your waist. “Do you think Ethan would do a couple of chores?” You asked Heisenberg. He laughed, “What is he, a dog? You think he’ll just come back?” To his surprise, you nodded. You felt him place a kiss onto your cheek, mumbling a “if you say so” and then watching you diligently as you cooked, his chin resting on your shoulder.

Heisenberg tormented Ethan as they ate, teasing him; “You can be our chore boy for now, but just don’t work your ass off too hard,” and the like. Ethan put up with it despite being a bit snarky himself. Afterwards, like the good past-husband he is, Ethan even asked you if you wanted help with the dishes. You shook your head with a chuckle, telling him to finish whatever errands Heisenberg told him to do and also telling him to grab a couple fish on his way back for lunch.

When he left, Heisenberg went back to being glued onto you. You knew why he was suddenly a bit more clingier than usual- because of Ethan. While you two were working, you simply asked, “Karl, how do you feel about him?” And he responded with, “Thanks to your little crush on him, I can tolerate him. Listen: as long as he isn’t some asshole, he could stay with us if he wants to. He just can’t get all touchy-feely with you. If he does, it won’t be my fault that a Lycan tore his face off.”

Helping Ethan get his daughter back and bring an end to Miranda would’ve been harder without the help of your husband’s powers. Thanks to Miranda being gone, Heisenberg seemed to have a weight lifted off of his shoulders and you could tell. Years of being used like some weapon had driven him mad and it felt good to see him able to go about work without being stressed about it.

Trying to talk everything out with a guy named Chris Redfield, however, could not be worked around with powers. The three of you waited until Rose was asleep in order to have a conversation with the BSAA agent himself. He decided that as long as Ethan continued undergoing military training and as long as Heisenberg would quit making instruments of mass murder, the government would still loan you all funds for a government-paid house. He also instructed that the village would be nothing but debris by the next day due to the fact that it’s not only connected to umbrella but it’s also dangerous overall.

Another thing that only made life more difficult was that Ethan was slowly dying from the mold consuming him. Neither you or Heisenberg could just let him die, especially if there was any chance of saving him. Sadly, it would require killing the girl controlling him. Heisenberg left it up to himself and got it all done in a few months’ time. Ethan had to heal but that was nothing you two couldn’t handle.

Despite all of your years of being together, you and Heisenberg never thought you’d have two new people added into your relationship. You both weren’t complaining, though. Ethan was a good husband and Heisenberg enjoyed taking care of Rose while you and Ethan were busy.

Everything started with Ethan agreeing to living with you two. The three of you were roommates who only grew closer and closer together. By the time Rose was four, Ethan was added into the relationship as your boyfriend and by the time Rose was 13, all three of you were happily married. It was hard for the first two years of being together but you guys helped each other out. Something that was reasonably hard for Ethan to get over was the death of his wife and being in a new relationship helped him heal— having two people to talk to about it was better than one, even if the other started shit-talking the person who killed Mia.

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Sorry it’s a bit late, I actually fell asleep for once

[strawberryblondebutch]

Sarah Nurse willingly signing with Vancouver and Vancouver taking on her contract was not on my bingo card but also maybe she saw they didn't protect her and said I'm out.

Also I'm EXTREMLY happy Hailey Salvian got the scoop on this and not IK.

I wish we knew the salaries so I could start mapping out how they're going to stick to the average salary.

Hailey isn’t my favorite but working for The Athletic means she has solid connections

I, uh. WOW.

I cannot believe Nursey left her hometown team, for whom she was already on a foundational contract. My best guess is that Vancouver was offering her a three-year extension. Once you get past 30, contract term becomes more important than annual salary. You want a guaranteed contract once you’re on the side of that aging curve.

[ranbling]

I feel like i’m definitely in the minority here but if eddie actually has some sort of affair with the priest in s8 it honestly would take away from buddie canon to me…

like I know their sexualities aren’t about each other, but I’ve waited so long for buddie canon that I don’t want their relationship to begin because “oh we both know we like men now, we should get together” which is what it would feel like if they BOTH have sexuality arc separate from each other… and like it feels like it would go so against eddie to have him just have a random fling with a symbol of the religion that has been repressing him for so long… it’s not a fleabag moment, it’s not a ‘gotcha’ to catholicism- it’s a priest fetish and sexualizing eddie’s queerness rather than having a meaningful discovery tied to someone he knows he can trust which is a huge part of eddie- that he finds it hard to trust that people won’t leave him.

and to have them both date/sleep around before getting together would just make it feel like they are any other couple but they aren’t they have been dancing around and building up this thing between them for six years and to throw it all away just to have eddie sleep with a priest simply bc the fans think he’s hot just destroys that buildup and makes the wait not worth it bc that catharsis isn’t there… bc then it’s just another relationship for both of them that, yeah, may be their endgame one but it doesn’t set them apart in any way bc then they’re just getting together bc they’re both single at that point- there’s no buildup, there’s both release.

at that point it’s just “oh hey, what if we dated” “yeah sure” and that’s not what ive been waiting this long to see and to see people actually begging for that makes me so upset

especially with how plausible it is bc this wouldn’t be the craziest case of ooc writing tim has done… like it’s very much a possibility and if he’s going to be around for multiple episodes that means he’s playing a significant role, whether it be eddie’s sexuality or eddie becoming hyper religious again… neither being a good sign for us (ik it seems weird to say that eddie’s sexuality arc isn’t a good sign but his sexuality arc being brought about through the priest is not promising at all)

I agree with you! Though I don't think the priest is even confirmed to come back (but yeah, why would multiple actors follow him at the same time).

Honestly, I think Buck and Eddie's sexualities a little bit about each other, in a way that many part of their queer-coding comes from how they interact with each other. Also, everything we know about Eddie would make him having a fling truly out of character.

Also, there is no guarantee that we'll have an 9th season. Giving Eddie (or Buck) one more meaningless relationship as a "groundwork" for Buddie is just taking away chances to actually get Buddie. And I don't want that.

I also have multiple things against this whole priest thing that stems from me being Hungarian and having attended a catholic high school. All priest I know are homophobic (which is fair given the religion thinks being gay is a sin) or think engaging in gay sex is a sin (if they're a little bit more open-minded). I know the US has more progressive churches. And even without the whole "being gay is a sin" thing they have going on, they're celibate. One of the biggest think when becoming a priest of swearing off any kind of relationship (let it be sexual or romantic) and I don't want Eddie's first relationship to be some kind of hidden thing, he deserves better

I hope this all makes sense

[kanekoii]

!! trigger warning for sh !!

lyra’s notes -> i don’t really have much to say for this…you can probably figure out why i wrote this without me having to say it outright…

pairings -> boyfriend! luxiem x gn! reader

genre -> scenario, comfort

song -> butterfly - bts

warnings -> directly stated sh do NOT read if uncomfortable, just comfort for some people who might be struggling with the same things i am at the moment :)

!! LAST TRIGGER WARNING FOR SH !!

luca kaneshiro, who will never leave your side once he finds out. he just wants to guarantee your safety, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of when discussing this with him. he’ll cuddle you to sleep every night, his strong grip on you (but gentle around your healing wounds) signaling his undying love for you. he wants to help you in any way he can, and sometimes he just wants to cuddle you to remind you just how much he loves you. he does, and he would never lie about that. he’ll often try to distract you, take you out on dates if you’re up for it. he just wants to see you smile, even if just for a few seconds. he understands that sometimes you can’t help it when you hurt yourself, and he won’t tell anyone until you’re ready to tell a professional.

vox akuma, who will always clean and bandage your self inflicted wounds. no matter how big or small they may be, how shallow or deep, he will never hesitate to clean and bandage them so they heal. he’s been around for hundreds of years, so this isn’t something that he’s never seen before. he loves you regardless and eventually wants to get you the help you deserve because you deserve to be okay and happy. but if he can’t do that now, at the very least let him show how much he loves you in the way he tenderly and gently will sanitize and bandage you up where needed as he gently whispers affirmations to you that he won’t leave, he still loves you so, SO much.

ike eveland, who noticed right away without you telling him. he’s a very observant person, so he notices immediately when something is off. he understands that getting the help you deserve is difficult and scary, so he will never, EVER push you to do it when you’re not ready. and when you are, he will stay with you every single step of the way, never letting go of your hand or straying too far from you. he knows he’s probably being overprotective, but seeing his beloved in such a broken state hurts his heart. yet, he’ll never lose his patience with you, nor will his love ever falter. this doesn’t change how much he loves you and it never would, he’s just worried. he won’t push you to do things you’re not ready for, so if for now all he can do is change your bandages, re-sanitize your wounds, and snuggle you to sleep every time you want to rest, that’s fine by him.

mysta rias, who would never, EVER get mad. when he finds out, the only emotion he feels is concern. why would he ever get mad when his beloved partner is clearly struggling? this isn’t about him anyway, it’s about you and how he just wants you to be okay and happy. much like the others, he would stay by your side as if it would kill him to let to go of your hand or take his arm off your shoulder. he’ll gladly go with you when you decide to get help, and he’ll recommend it to you but won’t go past that. he knows better than most that getting help for these things can be downright terrifying, and he would never intentionally subject you to that. for now, he’ll just stay by your side and reassure you through his acts of affection that this doesn’t make him think any different of you.

shu yamino, who will take care of you. anything you want, he’ll get for you without hesitation. he will barely allow you to leave your bed, bringing you food and drinks and plushies, cleaning and bandaging your wounds every 8 hours or so, anything you want will be done. this is how he shows his care and concern, by pampering you and showering you in love and affection that you deserve to always have. at night, he’ll wrap you in a warm blanket and lay with his muscular arms around you, a silent reassurance that he wouldn’t go anywhere. he would never leave you over something like this, his love was undying and eternal. as long as he gets to help even a little bit with your recovery process, he’ll be happy.

[aiura-stan]

Onto 0-3!

The first thing I wonder when I start reading this chapter is… why does Saiki repeat himself every chapter? Just to drill it in? I guess this was a serialized manga.

And he includes the same nose joke again… except it isn’t as funny as the original. (“If that applies to you, then please just forget about this conversation” had me in hysterics the first time I read it.)

Unrelated to anything in particular, I like the large screen tone used on Saiki’s eyes in vol 0. It’s visually interesting. I think Asou sensei could have kept using this to indicate when Saiki was using his powers.

Here we go! Actually important details to the saikiverse (if you will.) One second of staring at a target is enough to get a glance, but three seconds of staring removes clothing and five seconds removes muscles as well as skin (maybe four seconds removes just skin, revealing muscle.)

No guarantee of how true this is, but I like to think it’s more or less accurate, thinking forward to the Kusuo’s birthday challenge chapter, where he has to spend a lot of time staring at an object so that he can see through it.

I had forgotten that Chuono makes his first appearance in this chapter. Yay! Chuono san is so cute.

“At moments like these, what sort of face should I be making?” is another iconic Saiki quote. This gag still manages to be pretty funny in its rough form, imo. *Now* what sort of face does one make?? The kind of face Chuono is making, perhaps. I just love the idea of Saiki meeting an illusionist in the first place. The fake “magician” versus the real psychic who can alter the laws of reality. It’s one of the genius bits in Saiki k.

I also love the intentional misunderstanding that Saiki is an illusionist. It leads to so many funny situations down the line. Why does this random middle aged man call Saiki “master”? Who knows. In this case, Saiki’s habit of letting people make assumptions really came back to bite him in the ass. (Well, that and trying to out-magic and discourage him.)

Another detail I like: Saiki missing social cues (in this case, the dip in the conversation where an average stranger would be like, ok, see you, good luck. That’s not very neurotypical of him…

I really do find this weird stunt hilarious. Saiki’s logic is so off because he inevitably ends up dealing with weirdos expecting normal behavior. C’mon Saiki.

Also, Saiki says here that he can teleport (called apport in the comic proper I believe) not just things, but people into a specific place… crazy

Saiki doesn’t understand the (reasoning behind the) eyelash/long hair simile? Continuing to build my ND Saiki case material…

Also enjoying this little panel of Ike-san holding the 500 yen coin, which Saiki definitely gave him.

Well, I think that does it for volume 0 Chapter 3….

see you all soon. 💫